She already knew

You look down and see the tent in your trousers that you've inadvertenly made. Lizzie, too, is staring at your crotch not far in front of her. You hold your breath for a moment as your heart nearly stops before you feel her hand on your thigh, running towards your erection.

"Anna told me about your 'condition', Mr. Doe. I was hoping you'd give me an opportunity to assist you. I could really use the extra credit." Her hand cups the shaft through your pants. Your body tingles in anticipation. "It doesn't hurt that I've also had a huge crush on you all year."

"Wonderful, that is just wonderful Lizzie." You stand up and let her fondle you some more before you grab her wrist. "Wait - you're eighteen, right?"

She nods and smiles, and goes for your zipper. You do her one better and undo the clasp of your pants and drop them to your ankles. She fishes your hard on out from your boxers and pokes it out through your fly.

"Wow, it's so much nicer than Sean's..." she says quietly as she lightly strokes it.

You brush the hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear, giving her a hint as to what you want her to do next. She looks up at you and opens wide as she leans forward, taking you inside her warm mouth. Her pretty blue eyes pierce you and you can't help but grip her head as you slide along her tongue.

Miss Eames proceeds to slowly blow you, not nearly as skilled as her friend Miss Miller, but certainly gives it her all. Already you feel your headache lessen, as you watch your mushroom head disappear past her lips again and again.

Lizzie eventually pulls off of your dick and starts to lick it all over, and then once it is completely wet, starts to jack you off. She switches hands as she pushes the straps of her tank top over her shoulders and her top falls down her body, exposing her braless, B-cup breasts with hard pink nipples. You moan as you look at her young body as she jerks you off as hard as she can.

She leans forward on the desk until her face is just below the tip of your cock. "Anna told me what you like, Mr. Doe. It's okay, I want you to do it. Cum all over me." She looks embarassed as she talks so dirty.

"Please, call me John when we're alone." You say, almost out of breath as she gives you a handjob. You feel your tip brush her chin and leave a smear of pre-cum along her cheek. "Are you sure that it's okay, Lizzie?"

"Oh yes," she says, still slightly red faced. "You can cum on my face all you want, John. Please...I want it. I want your cum on my face. Make me pretty with your cum!"

You're getting close. "Ohhh...I'm about to cu-uhhh...cum... I'm going to cum, Lizzie..."

"Yes, John! Spray me with your messy load, I want your creamy mess on-" she squeals as the first blast of white goo forcefully blasts her in the lips, splattering inside her mouth and a little up her nose. She slowls slightly in her handjob but you keep spraying lines of cum onto her face. The next crosses from cheek to cheek as she turns her face slightly. The next two glue her left eye shut, and you just keep cumming. She gives up and stops jerking, and you involuntarily grab yourself out of her hand and finish the job yourself. You take aim and move upwards, now coating her forehead with two more lines which end in her bangs. Your final spurts and dribbles fall downward onto her teenage breasts. One glob of cum dangles from her erect nipple as she sits in awe of the creamy mess she's become.

You sigh in relief and realize your headache is completely gone. Interesting, you think, now sure that your headaches are caused by your condition and a sexual buildup. You look down at your student helper and laugh at the mess you made. Her complexion is completely covered by your spunk and her perfect makeup job is ruined.

"Thank you, Lizzie, you're a great help. I hope you'll continue to help me more in the future."

"You're welcome," she manages to say as cum drools out from her lips. She wipes her eye free of jizz and you throw her the box of tissues from your desk which have come in handy this week. "Can I get a note to be excused from second period?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." you scrawl a note after pulling your pants up and leave it on the desk while she cleans herself up. You catch your breath after sitting back down in your chair while Lizzie finishes wiping your essence from her face and body. Her make up is smeared and she pouts as she gets out her compact. She looks distraught, either she is extremely dissapointed about her smeared make up, or there is something else wrong.