Call Mariah, ask for help.

With your hands shaking, you call the number on the packet, your teen aged cock already stiffening with the thought of your plan. After three rings her phone picked up and her sexy voice drawled out, "Hello?"

"Mariah, it's me," you say in a slow, controlled voice. Your heart is pounding like a jack hammer and the tension is enough to cut with a knife. The silence between you and her seems miles long before she speaks.

"I was hoping you'd call," she said sexily. "Are you working on your homework?" she asked. "Don't forget, I threw that packet together just for you," she added.

"Oh, I know, and I've worked most of the way through it, but there's a problem," you say trying to think fast.

"Oh?" your teacher asked and sounded like she was pouting. "As one of my special students, I'll do what I can to help," she purred.

"Well, I was looking at one of your study aids and when I looked down again, I noticed that the page in the packet was all blurry and seemed to be sticky," you say quickly. Your left hand is absently stroking your meat as you look at the picture responsible for blowing your wad all over the make-up work. Ms. Sullivan is kneeling on top of your desk, her tits hanging down as she leans forward to grab the back of your seat while her knees barely manage to stay on the edges of the desktop. Her hair must be flailing in the picture as it fans out behind her head and her other hand is flying on her pussy, the lighting just catching her cum glistening off her alabaster skin as she sprays the Formica top down beneath her. The whole desk top is coated and you can actually see some of it dripping on your seat as she hoses your desk down in her cunt honey.

"Well, that's no good," she says quietly. "What do you think we should do about this?" she added. It sounded like she was shifting around on the other end of the phone.

"I'd do the questions I can, but some of the ink seems to have blurred," you say, your hand stroking faster. You can see the matted, well trimmed bush perfectly, the hairs practically dripping with her juices as well. Her eyes are barely-open slits and her mouth is just partially open. You can practically hear her calling out your name and you can almost hear her pussy shoot and spray her hot cum all over.

"I think that's fair," she said after a pause. "I also think that if you find more questions like that, just skip them and we'll get something worked out. After all, if you can't read the homework, you can't do the homework, can you?"

"That's...that's right...Mariah," you say breathlessly. You can practically feel your balls reloading as your dick starts to throb in your hand. You barely manage to turn the page as you let out a long moan and feel your self empty seven healthy loads all over the next page.

"What's wrong?" she asks, a knowing, false concern in her voice. You almost wonder if she can hear your cum splattering against the paper and for the last three blasts, you make sure she can, almost jizzing all over your phone in the process.

"Oh, Ms. Sullivan," you say with mock disappointment, "the next page is all blurry now, too."

"Well, just do the ones you can," she said with a deep sigh. You couldn't help but wonder if she was playing with herself while talking with you.

"Okay, Mariah," you say. "I think these study guides are really helping."

"Which one is most helpful for you? You may not have noticed, but they are numbered on the back," Mariah said, her voice catching in her throat as she spoke. Your mind is reeling with what she could be doing and you feel your dick twitch back to life in your hand even as drops of cum still fall on the packet. You flip the picture over and notice it has a 5 surrounded by a heart.

"Five," you sigh out as your keep stroking your hardening dick. You keep this up and you won't have to do any homework at all.

"Oooooh," Mariah purred. "That was one of my favorites, too," she said and it sounded like the phone dropped. You could hear her moaning loudly for a few minutes and your dick was iron. It wasn't the "I'm in pain" sort of moan, it was more of the "I just squirted all over my apartment" sort of moan. You almost came again listening and you quickly turned the page of the packet, noting that there was only one more page after this one anyway. She screamed out your name several times right at the end of the thrashing and moaning. After a few loud, low, almost guttural sighs, you heard her voice again, "I'll see you in class tomorrow, tiger."

The third page had cum on it before you even realized you were shooting and in mid-cum, you had the presence of mind to flip the page. You were so spent and your mind was spinning so fast, you might have even passed out before you were done.