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The Tutor

By: nasty_dan



Janet yawned and stretched her long, slender legs. It was a little after seven and she was getting tired. The nineteen-year-old college freshman had signed up with a tutoring program at the junior college she attended in town and had been with the student she was paired with for two hours. Jamal Wright was flunking science and if he didn't bring his grades up, he might flunk his senior year. Over the past four weeks, Jamal had begun to show some improvement and Janet was encouraged.

She had remembered him from her own senior year at Jackson High as a nice looking guy, a little shy and awkward around others, but a nice guy. Before she started tutoring him, Janet hadn't said more that a few words, if any, to him. Seniors simply didn't talk to juniors. He was 6' 2", very black skin, with a handsome, narrow face. 

"Let's call it a night," she sighed, dropping the science book onto the coffee table.

"I'm for that," Jamal chuckled.

"You want a coke?"

"Sure, if it's no trouble," he said. "I mean, it's late and all..."

"No problem," she held up a hand. "It's only seven."

Janet hurried to the kitchen and got two sodas from the refrigerator. She handed Jamal a can and a glass, then sat back down beside him on the loveseat. Both were dressed casually: Jamal in shorts and a tee shirt, Janet in a short skirt and blouse. She couldn't help noticing the stark difference in their skin color as she compared her legs with his. She was much shorter than him at 5' 6" and her pale skin contrasted deeply with his.

"How long will your parents be gone?"

"Two weeks," she answered, stretching again and propping her petite feet on the coffee table. 

"Man, a two week cruise to the Bahamas...You should have gone, Janet."

"I'd rather stay and make sure you graduate," she replied softly. "You need that diploma, Jamal."

"I know," he nodded. "I'm, well, glad that you stayed to help."

Janet was only half listening to him as she stared at their legs, which were nearly touching. For some reason, the difference in skin color had never made a difference to her, but it did tonight. Although the young woman had made love to a few guys over the past year, she had never been with a black guy. Suddenly, without warning, she wondered what it would be like to fuck Jamal. She wondered, even though she knew it was probably a silly myth, if black guys really did have huge cocks. And, finally, she wondered what his cock did look like, since she'd never seen a black cock. 

Janet felt herself becoming wet with arousal as images of her long, pale legs wrapped around Jamal's waist, as he thrust his black cock deep into her pussy, came into her head. Her breathing was becoming shallow and her pulse quickened as the images flooded her head. She tried to will them away, knowing that it was dangerous to entertain thoughts of fucking Jamal. He was, after all, her student and she didn't think the director of the tutoring program would like his volunteer tutors having sex with their students.

Still, she couldn't stop the images. She wanted to rip off his pants and take his cock between her lips, suck it hard and feel his balls empty into her mouth. She brushed a lock of red hair from her face and sucked in a deep breath. She had to clasp her hands together and rest them in her lap to keep Jamal from seeing the way they trembled. Janet's resolve to maintain appropriate behavior with Jamal was quickly fading. She didn't know if he even wanted her in the way she wanted him, but Janet decided she had to know. 

"Jamal, can I ask you a personal question?" Janet heard the quaver in her voice and cursed herself. 

"Sure," he nodded.

"Is it true...well...that black guys have big...you know...cocks?" Janet was filled with so much sexual desire that she could barely speak. Her voice came out a low, husky tremor.

Jamal chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Some do. Why do you ask?"

"I-I was just curious." 

Janet left it at that for a moment and they fell into a companionable silence. Her head buzzed with the breathtaking excitement she felt. She wanted Jamal badly, but didn't know if she had the courage to seduce him. The young woman was certain that she would have to be the one to make the first move since she didn't think he'd have the nerve to do anything. 

Then, suddenly, Jamal laid a hand on her bare thigh. Janet stopped breathing for a moment, as she stared at his hand resting on her thigh. She realized that he had touched her because she had given him encouragement when she brought up the myth about black guys' cocks. She decided to give him more encouragement and, without saying a word, the young woman spread her legs wide.

"My pussy is wet, Jamal," she hear herself say in a low, soft, husky voice.

"Have you ever had a black cock?"

"No," Janet said, shaking her head. "Have you ever fucked a white girl?"

"N-No," he stammered.

"Will you fuck me, Jamal?" she asked in a tiny, helpless sounding whimper. "Please...I want your cock..."

"How bad do you want it?"

"Ohhhhh...I need it sooooo bad!" she cried out.

"Take off your clothes."

Janet stood and began undressing, her hands trembling and hardly functional. She was so hot that she could feel her panties becoming wet with her hot, steamy juices. Her breathing became tiny, quick gasps as her fingers fumbled with the fasteners on her clothes. When she was completely naked, Janet watched the young black man rake his lust-filled eyes slowly up and down her body. He gazed a long while at her small, cone shaped tits, then dropped his eyes slowly down across her flat, firm tummy to the puffy mound of her sopping wet pussy. She combed a fingertip through the inch wide strip of wiry red pubic hair.

"Dance for me," Jamal said huskily.

Janet was so lightheaded with desire that she felt almost faint. She was stark naked in front of a handsome black man while he was still clothed. The distinction heightened her arousal, stoking the fire in her tummy to burn hotter with want. She dimly comprehended that Jamal was controlling her, telling her what he wanted from her, and Janet obeyed willingly. At that moment, she would have done almost anything for him, for his hard black cock that was now making an enormous bulge in his shorts.

She began to dance slowly in place, moving her well-rounded hips with a melody that played softly inside her head. Her eyes shifted from his handsome face to the bulge in his shorts and back again. She could almost feel it's huge girth spreading her lips wide and entering her mouth while her hands gently stroked the soft skin of her tummy. She cupped her tits, pressed them together, pulled and pinched the fat pink nubs of her nipples while she watched his eyes become wider with lust.

Jamal slipped the black shorts from his hips and pushed them down to his ankles. He kicked the shorts away and grabbed the fat shaft of his nine-inch cock and began to slowly jack it while he watched the sexy red head dance. Janet gasped when she saw the young man's cock. It was so huge! She had never experienced something so big and she began to hunger for it.

"Do you know your place?" he asked in a low, lust-filled voice.

"Tell me, Jamal," Janet said in a quavering voice. "Tell me what you want. I'm yours, baby"

"On your knees," he said. "Get on your knees and crawl over here to me. White bitches belong on their knees in front of a black man, sucking his cock."

"Yes," she whimpered.

Janet dropped to the floor and began crawling on hands and knees to where Jamal stood waiting. The distance was at least twelve feet and, as she crawled, the young woman was dimly aware that Jamal was humiliating her, debasing her as a woman, but she didn't mind. Suddenly, being used as a slut by this handsome black man was all she wanted. Janet burned with the need to please him.

"Suck my cock."

"Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh..."

Janet took the massive black cock between two fingers and looked at it hungrily. It was so fat and black and long! Tiny mewling sounds came from her mouth as she began licking it from the base to the huge, bulbous head. Her pink tongue lapped greedily at the soft, hard flesh, circled and teased the helmet of his head and tasted the pre cum that oozed from the slit.

"Suck that cock, bitch!" Jamal hissed.

"MMMMM!"

"You like black cock don't you?"

"Yessssssssss!"

Jamal groaned loudly when Janet took his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She was so aroused, so on fire with need for Jamal, that she began sucking him frantically. Her head bobbed up and down on his fat, black pole in a corkscrew motion. She cupped his black, cum-filled balls and squeezed.

She felt his hands on her head as he took control and began rocking his hips. She gagged each time he sent his huge monster into her mouth. Janet grasped his ass cheeks and held on tightly as he furiously fucked her mouth. None of her white boyfriends had ever fucked her this way and Janet like it. She liked the forceful way he controlled her. She wanted to be a bitch, a slut and do his bidding.

Janet suddenly wanted to do all the things that she'd only heard about but never experienced. She found Jamal's tight, puckered asshole and shoved a finger inside. He screamed with pleasure as she began to finger-fuck his asshole, pumping it into him fast and hard. She slipped another finger, then a third and Jamal stiffened. Her lips grinned around his fat shaft. She knew her black lover was about to cum and she pulled her head back a little so she wouldn't gag on his seed. She didn't want to waist any of her new lover's precious cum.

Thick ropes of white cum exploded into her greedily sucking mouth. Janet groaned and whimpered with lust. Her lips were stretched wide, making a big O around his fat shaft, and she could feel the pulse of his cock each time it spat a thick rope of seed into her. She grunted with pleasure as she accepted his precious sperm and delighted in the knowledge that her mouth was being used as his personal cum depository.

Jamal finally pulled his long cock from her mouth and stumbled back to the sofa. He collapsed on the sofa, breathing hard, his wide eyes fixed on the sexy white girl, who had just given him the best blowjob of his life. He watched Janet's throat bob as she swallowed his huge load of seed.

"Babyyyyyyyyyy!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "That was so hot!"

"MMMMM!" she moaned, as she licked her lips. "I love the taste of your cum!"

"Get on your hands and knees," he said. "Point your sexy ass at me."

Janet grinned and turned around so that her ass faced her lover. Jamal positioned her so that one side of her face rested on the carpeted floor and her sexy white ass was raised up in the air giving him access to her pussy and asshole. He couldn't believe that he was about to fuck Janet; normally, he would have to take a few minutes before he was able to perform again, but not with this girl. He grasped his still hard cock in one hand and bent his legs at the knees until the tip of his cock touched her spread lips. He rubbed the head along her greasy gash, and then pushed his cock inside on one quick thrust.

"UUUNNNGGGTTTHHH!" she cried out with pleasure. "YESSSSSSSSSS!"

"You like that?"

"Oh, baby, yes! Fuck my pussy! Oh, fuck, Jamal, your dick is so big!"

"You ever have a cock this big?"

"Nooooo!" she moaned. "My boyfriend's cock is little..."

"Gonna be hard to go back to him, now," Jamal chuckled.

"I don't want to! Baby, I want you! I love you, Jamal! Don't ever stop fucking me!"

Janet had never felt so filled before. No man had spread her pussy so deliciously wide with his cock. She screamed with uncontrolled delight as Jamal hammered her tight pussy with his big dick. In and out, in and out he drove his cock into her, sending shudders of white-hot excitement through her tummy. She began pulling her hard nipples, squeezing and pinching them, taking pleasure in the sharp pain she caused. The young woman felt she was going mad with desire. It felt so incredibly good to have Jamal's monster cock filling her tight little pussy.

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" she screamed. "OHHHHH! YESSSSSSSSSS! FUCK MY PUSSY, JAMAL! FUCK ME, BABY! MAKE ME FEEL IT!"

Jamal couldn't believe the amount of excitement he felt driving his hard cock into this sexy white girl's pussy. He'd fucked a lot of black girls but none had aroused and excited him the way that Janet did. He stared at his cock pushing deep into her pink pussy with wide, lust-filled eyes. He saw her tight puckered asshole and the way it glistened with her pussy juice that had coated it.

Without a word, he pulled his cock from her pussy and touched the head to Janet's asshole. He began to work the fat, bulbous head into her virgin hole, pushing hard, forcing it in. Janet screamed loudly and her body stiffened as Jamal continued to thrust his massive meat into her tight shithole. 

"STOP!" she screamed. "IT'S TOO FUCKING BIG! PULL IT OUT!"

Jamal didn't listen. He kept pushing his cock down into her ass. Little by little his cock entered her ass, but she was tight. His hands grasped her hips tightly and continued to push, to sink his big black meat into Janet's tight hole. Jamal could barely think; his sudden need to feel his cock sheaved by her hot ass was too much.

"GET YOUR FUCKING COCK OUT OF MY ASS!" she screamed. "IT'S TOO FUCKING BIG. STOP IT, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Jamal pushed one last time and felt his cock sink into Janet's asshole. Janet screamed loud and long. When he had about six inches into her, he stopped and held still. He was gasping loudly, his legs trembled with desire and Jamal sucked in a long, deep breath. Janet groaned. After a few minutes, he began to rock his hips slowly and, after several thrusts into Janet's asshole, she began to move her ass in rhythm with his thrusts.

Janet couldn't believe something could hurt so bad yet end up feeling even better. Suddenly the pain began to ebb and desire returned, hotter and more pleasant. It was an experience that she would never forget. Jamal's thick massive dick felt deliriously wonderful in her tight ass. Jamal began stroking her pussy clit with a thick finger, sending shivers of pleasing enjoyment through her cunny. 

"Yesssss, baby, fuck me!" she hissed. "Fuck my tight shithole!"

"You like it this way, baby?"

"Oh, fuck yes!"

"You're so fucking tight!" he gasped.

"You took my ass-cherry," Janet whimpered. "Oh, baby, I'm so glad you got it!"

She began to groan with the pleasure she received from his cock and fingers. She knew she didn't have long before her orgasm would rip her apart. Janet began to plead with Jamal to fuck her harder, faster, make her ass feel his big cock. She pleaded with him to make her cum. His fingers rubbed her clit with a hard, fast, furious rhythm while his cock slammed into her tight ass with hard, violent thrusts.

"Fuck, baby...Oh, soon...I...UUUNNNGGGTTTHHH!"

Two seconds after Janet screamed and her sexy body convulsed into a powerful orgasm, Jamal's cock exploded into her asshole. She could feel his hot seed filling her ass as her pussy coated his thick fingers with her cum. Long screams of pleasure came from her mouth as she bucked and writhed, milked his balls of every drop of cum. Jamal's face was twisted in a mask of unbridled lust as he emptied his black balls into his lovers sexy ass.

"Oh, baby," he said breathlessly, falling onto the floor beside her quivering body. "That was so good!"

"I'm glad you liked it," she gasped softly. Janet rolled onto Jamal and kissed his lips. "I hope this isn't the last time you fuck me."

"Well...how about tomorrow? I could use some more tutoring."

"Oh, baby, I could use some more tutoring, too," she giggled. "I hope you have some more tricks to teach me!"

"I'm gonna make a slut out you yet."

Even though Jamal was scheduled for sessions on Wednesdays and Fridays, Janet had him over everyday for the next two weeks while her parents were gone. And, even though she went to bed every night with a sore pussy and asshole, she went to bed with a big smile.

The Tutor



Bo smiled and laughed easily as Desiree told him about her day as they ate dinner. For nearly three months he'd tutored her in Calculus. She'd flunked the same class the semester before and her adviser had suggested she get a tutor. Bo was a senior in engineering and she was a sophomore in pre-engineering. They couldn't have been more different. He was in the top of his class. She was struggling to make the grade. He was quiet and confident. She was gregarious, but unsure. He was the third generation of his family to go to college. She was the first in her family. He was white. She was black. 

Their first meeting had been awkward. Bo tutored as a requirement for an academic honor society he belonged to. He wasn't inept, but neither was he great at making small talk. Desiree was nervous and intimidated. They'd met at the campus library and he'd had her work some problems and then tried to talk her through where she made errors. He wasn't sure she could hack it and she didn't think he wanted to be there. Desiree wasn't sure she wanted to meet him again until the next day in class when her professor gave a pop quiz. She still didn't do well, but she did better thanks to some things he'd shown her. So, she'd called and asked for his help again. He'd agreed and weekly meetings had become routine, along with phone calls for help with homework, and special sessions for test preparation. Slowly, her comprehension and grades had begun to improve and a friendship began to form. 

Finals had ended today. Desiree had not only passed, but she'd managed to pull out a B. She was ecstatic. Bo had suggested that they have a celebratory dinner at his apartment and she'd readily agreed. She'd arrived at the appointed hour with fresh bread and a homemade dessert. Bo welcomed her, thanked her for what she'd brought, and tried hard not to stare. 

During their study sessions, she'd dressed nicely, but usually conservatively. While it was obvious she was athletic and in good shape, she'd done nothing to show off or accent her body. Tonight, she wore a simple white tank top that looked a size to small and a pair of very short black shorts. She looked stunning. 

Desiree had big, dark eyes, high cheekbones, full lips, and a near perfect complexion that was set off by her long, curly hair that fell nearly to the middle of her back. She was only 5'4", and tonight she looked like two thirds of that was leg. Her legs were well-toned and smooth. Her outfit accented an hourglass figure. Her tank top seemed barely capable of holding her breasts and a generous amount of cleavage peaked out of the top. The too-small top also revealed a flat mid-riff and her shorts seemed painted over the swell of her buttocks. With an effort, Bo had torn his eyes from her and made himself a proper host. 

He'd made spaghetti and salad and bought a bottle of wine. Both of them ate enthusiastically after having eaten sporadically and poorly over the past week during finals. The conversation that had lacked at the beginning of their association now flowed easily as they worked through second helpings and two-thirds of the wine. When dinner was over, she helped him clean up the dishes. She seemed to be in a flirtatious mood, touching him, winking at him, and giving him ample views of her flesh. He'd rationalized that it was probably the wine and absence of stress after a week that had been filled with it. 

They bantered back and forth as she cut them generous pieces of the pie she'd brought and poured up the last of the wine. Now, they settled in front of the TV and popped in a movie. After they finished their dessert, she'd moved close to him and after a moment's hesitation, he'd put his arm around her. Somewhat to Bo's surprise, she'd responded by snuggling up against him. The late hours, the big meal, and the wine now seemed to catch up with Desiree. Bo felt something on his arm and glanced over to see her head nodding. He smiled and watched as her head bobbed and she fought to keep her eyes open. She soon lost the battle and let her head settle against his side. The movie ended and Bo sat for a few minutes admiring the beautiful young woman curled up against him. 

He'd noticed from their first tutoring session that she was attractive, but like a good engineer, he'd put aside the distraction and focused on the task at hand. Tonight was the first time he'd allowed himself to look at her as anything other than a student and he had to admit to himself that he found her to be alluring. His mind wandered to what she looked like without clothes and he quickly got a rather painful woody. He shook his head to clear it, realizing that he was also tired. He gently shook Desiree and whispered, "Movie's over." She mumbled something incomprehensible and remained limp. He gently extricated himself and maneuvered her head to one of the throw pillows and her feet onto the couch. She grunted, and then rolled over. Bo smiled, gently stroking her back as he turned off the lights and headed to bed. 

Bo awoke with a start several hours later. Groggy from the wine and sleep, it took him a minute to realize that Desiree had come in and lain down beside him. His mind registered it, but he was too tired to care and within seconds he was asleep again. 

Hours later, with the morning sun beginning to come through the curtains, Bo slowly awoke again. The first thing that brought him toward consciousness was an erotic dream of Desiree riding his erect cock. He could feel her moving against his erection. As he smiled dreamily, he became aware of the morning light, then of a sweet scent like jasmine. Slowly, he realized that the sensation in his groin wasn't going away. This puzzled him and he opened his eyes and gasped as he discovered that the sensation in his groin was Desiree's hand gently stroking him through his shorts. She leaned over him, still wearing the clothes she'd had on the night before, except very obviously sans her bra. Bo gaped at her, trying to get his mind around what was happening.

"Good morning," she cooed with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"

"Uh-huh," Bo managed to say, "Wha?"

"Shh," she replied, "Don't talk, just enjoy." 

With that, she straddled him and began to run her hands slowly over her body. Slowly, she ran her fingers through her long, dark hair, then down her arms and over her breasts. She gently squeezed and kneaded them, arousing her nipples and causing them to poke through the fabric of her top. Her hands continued down her sides, over her waist, then up and down her thighs and between them. Bo couldn't take his eyes off of her and his penis grew harder as his mind ran wild with desire. He lifted his arms to touch her, but she took his hands in hers and gently placed them back on the sheets.

"Not yet," she whispered.

With that, she began to massage and rub his arms and chest, stroking and rubbing gently but firmly. After a few minutes, her hands moved to the hem of her tank top and she began to play with it, twisting and lifting it slowly. Desiree looked into his face, finding him looking at her chest in anticipation. Slowly, she pulled the tank top over her head, shaking her hair to free it. She left her arms above her head for a moment and Bo swallowed hard, staring at her full, firm breasts swaying hypnotically before his eyes. 

Desiree saw his expression and smiled as she dropped the shirt and folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and making them look even bigger. "Like what you see?" she asked.

All Bo could do was nod. His penis was now stiff as a board and his breathing had quickened noticeably. Desiree reached down and took his hands in hers and placed them on her breasts. 

"Ummm," breathed Bo as he began to rub them. Rather than drop her hands, Desiree joined him in rubbing and kneading her breasts. They felt good in his hands and he loved the feeling of her large, erect nipples against his palms and the sight of both of their hands rubbing her. After a few minutes, she leaned forward until her breasts were only inches from his face. Bo looked up and Desiree slowly, erotically licked her lips and smiled. Bo took the hint and began to lick and suck her left nipple. She sighed softly and cupped his head as he ministered to her, gently at first and then with more urgency. She moaned softly, then gently pushed his head back and placed her other breast in front of him. He took it and began to nibble and suck on it as Desiree murmured, "That's it baby."

After a moment, Desiree gently pushed back and moved off of him, kneeling just out of his reach on the bed. His erection now pointed almost straight up, making a large tent in his shorts. "I bet that's uncomfortable," she said, pointing at his crotch.  

"It is," he grunted. 

She reached over and slowly stroked it again, making him shiver. "I wonder what we can do about it?" she asked with a devilish look on her face. With that she slid off the end of the bed and stood there looking at him. His eyes were locked on her and she looked down at her shorts, then back at him as her fingers slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them. Bo licked his lips and unconsciously put his hand inside his shorts to rub his aching penis. She saw and giggled, then turned away from him. 

At first, he wasn't sure what she was doing. Then her hands moved to her sides and she slowly rolled her shorts and panties over her hips, moving them from side to side slowly as she worked the shorts down. Once they cleared her hips, rather than let them drop, she pulled them down, slowly bending at the waist until her hands touched the floor. Bo moaned at the sight before his eyes. Desiree's full, round bottom, fully exposed before him, was the most sensuous thing he'd ever seen. She stood and stepped out of her shorts, then slowly pivoted to face him. 

"You're beautiful," he rasped, his tongue thick with lust. 

"Thank you," Desiree said coyly, letting her hands move over her body, knowing his eyes were following them. She knelt on the bed between his legs and took the hem of his shorts in her fingers. "Raise your hips," she quietly commanded. Bo complied and she gently pulled his shorts down to his knees, freeing his erection. She reached down and lightly ran her nails from his balls to just below the head of his penis and back, watching it jerk at her touch. Next, she took the shaft in her hand and slowly jacked it up and down several times, watching his eyes flutter and hearing him gasp with pleasure. Desiree stepped off the bed and pulled his shorts all the way off his legs. 

"Now," she said, "let's see what we can do to help you with that," pointing again to his engorged penis. She knelt between his legs and began to rub and massage his thighs, moving her hands slowly upward from his knees toward his groin. As her hands approached his groin, Bo closed his eyes in anticipation. Desiree ran her fingers through his thick, dark pubic hair, then underneath to massage his balls. She rubbed and scratched his scrotum lightly with one hand as the other gently jacked his shaft. Bo sighed softly, his breathing ragged and shallow. 

Desiree smiled as she saw his eyes were still closed and bent her head quickly and took a quick suck on the head of his penis. Bo's eyes' flew open and he moaned loudly. She giggled softly, watching his face as she let her tongue move over his head. His eyes were fixed and glazed, watching as she lightly sucked his head. His right hand gently stroked her long hair as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, taking more into her mouth with each dip of her head. 

"Oh," he moaned. "Des that feels so good!"

She continued to bob her head up and down gently squeezing on his shaft, until she felt him begin to tense. She stopped, watching his face and whispering urgently, "Don't cum yet! Hang on and you'll be glad." 

Bo wanted nothing more than to empty his throbbing penis into Desiree's mouth. With effort, he commanded his mind to move to math theory, a trick that had helped him keep control before. It worked, and within a minute or two, he was in some semblance of control again. When he opened his eyes, Desiree was still sitting between his legs, and now she had a bottle of something in her hand. 

"Under control?" she asked with a grin.

"Yeah," he said, "Barely. What's that you've got?"

"You'll see," she said, opening it and pouring some into her hand. By the scent, he immediately knew it was baby oil and his slightly less rigid penis jerked as his mind went to what she would do with it. What she did matched his wildest dreams. She took the oil she'd poured in her hands and applied it to her cleavage. Then she turned the bottle up and let a generous amount dribble over her breasts. Bo watched transfixed as the oil ran all over her breasts and dripped onto her thighs and belly. She capped the bottle and set it aside. Then, she began to knead her breasts with both hands. She closed her eyes and let her head loll from side to side as she massaged herself. 

She rubbed the oil all over her breasts until they glistened. Then she began to rub and tug on her nipples, moaning softly as she did. Bo's lust for her was intense and he was fighting a losing battle not to stroke his throbbing penis again. Desiree opened her eyes and saw his hand moving back toward his crotch and shook her head. "No, no," she scolded playfully, pushing his hand away, "I'm going to take care of that for you baby. Trust me."

Bo nodded and watched as she took the bottle of oil again, poured a small amount in her hand and reached for his penis. He gasped as she ran her oily hand from the base of his balls to his head and back three times, covering his shaft with the oil and making it glisten as it throbbed. 

"Close your eyes," she hissed erotically. Bo complied, not sure what to expect. Desiree moved up slightly and bent, cupping his shaft between her full, slick breasts. She began to move up and down, rubbing his shaft between her soft tits. 

"Oh my god," he groaned as she titty fucked him. He opened his eyes and watched, his eyes glazed, as she moved up and down on his shaft. "God yes," he hissed, his hands balling up the sheets and his hips bucking upward matching her rhythm. Again, she gauged his arousal and when she felt he could take no more, she slowly sat up, grinning. 

"Hold it," she said softly, "We're getting closer baby, but hold on just a little longer."

"Tease," he moaned, "fuckin' tease!" He struggled mightily biting his tongue and forcing his mind to calculate batting averages and work long division. It took all the will power he could muster, but he again managed to keep from cumming. 

"You have remarkable control baby," said Des, smiling down at him with a twinkle in her eye. He noticed that her hand was at her crotch, rubbing lightly. 

"Whatcha' doin'?" he asked, gesturing at her hand. 

"Well," she said, "you're not the only one who's aroused. Feelin' your cock all over me and watching you react has got me all hot." She gave him a look that would've aroused a statue and whispered, "Now I'm going ride you home baby."

With that, she straddled him and leaned down to kiss him. She kissed him passionately, pressing her breasts to his chest and beginning to grind her crotch against his. Bo responded with equal fervor, entwining his tongue with hers, running his hands over her body, and grinding back against her. He could feel the moist heat of her pussy against his penis and he ground more firmly against her. His hands went to her hips and her bottom, rubbing, kneading, and squeezing them as they ground together. Desiree began to sigh and moan softly through their kisses as their sexes continued to grind. 

With a start, she pushed up, leveraging herself against his chest with one hand and taking his penis in the other. They both watched as she placed his penis at the entrance to her pussy. She leaned back, placing her hands on either side of his thighs and slowly worked pussy up and then down, steadily sinking lower. The sight of his rigid cock impaling her beautiful ebony pussy was a sight he would never forget. 

Desiree sat up, and he put his hands on her hips to steady her. She grabbed the headboard and used it to move herself slowly up and down. Bo met her movements with his own thrusts, watching mesmerized as his penis pushed in and out of her pussy. Des' movements increased in tempo and her breathing quickened. The bed began to squeak and the liquid sounds of their coital movements became louder. 

Des increased the tempo again, moaning and sighing lustily. Bo's eyes were drawn to her breast as they began to sway and bounce with their movements. Desiree pushed back from the headboard, running her fingers through her long hair and using only her legs to bounce up and down on his throbbing penis. Bo's hands fondled and squeezed her bottom, helped steady her as she bounced up and down. 

Bo was panting hard, as was Desiree. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, "Yes! Yes, baby!" Bo's cock was throbbing and tingling and he felt her pussy began to squeeze it. Desiree's eyes closed and her mouth moved, but no sound came out. She slammed her pussy up and down on his cock even faster and Bo knew he was close and that there would be no stopping it this time. All of a sudden Desiree's body froze, her eyes and mouth flew open, and her pussy squeezed hard. She stayed frozen like that for several seconds and then taking a deep breath screamed in ecstasy and slammed her pussy against him as fast as she could. The sound of her screams, the sight of her bouncing breasts, and the feel of her hot pussy pulsing on his cock all drove Bo over the edge in one explosive moment. 

He clutched Desiree's bottom and arched his back as the cum that had been boiling in his balls erupted. He thrust upward again and again as stream after stream of his cum shot into her pulsing pussy. Their moans and cries mingled as they both found release. After several long, sweet, moments, their climaxes crested and they both slowly came down from their erotic highs. Desiree was weaving on top of him like a drunk, her eyes closed, and a big smile on her face. Bo's cock was still lightly flexing inside her as his hands moved over her. After several minutes, she collapsed on his chest with a chuckle and a long sigh. He stroked her lustrous hair and looked at her face, then gently kissed her. She returned it in kind. He started to speak, but she placed a finger on his lips and whispered, "Later." 



The Tutor



"Mom, I'm 18 years old. I don't need a tutor!" Jordan said

"That's not what your teacher said." replied his mother.

"I don't need a tutor mom."

The doorbell rang.

"There she is know." His mother opened the door.

Jordan saw her. She was hot! Long beautiful hair, sparkling eyes, large breasts, and a great ass. Jordan almost passed out.

"Hi. I'm Anna, Jordan's tutor."

"Welcome in Anna, I was just on my way out to do some errands. I'll be back in a few hours."

Jordan's mom left.

"Ok! Let's get started shall we?"

Jordan wasn't paying attention to that. He was thinking about something else.

"Sure." He said. She sat down at the table in the next room.

"Have a seat." She beckoned. Jordan obeyed.

"Let's start with history hmm?"

"Ok." Jordan said staring into her eyes.

Together they worked on his homework. Usually in silence broken by the questions Jordan had or to look up at each other. A half hour passed.

"Jordan..." Anna asked. She stood up. He followed suit.

"What is Anna?" She bit her lip and looked at the floor. Then she looked at Jordan. She took a step and kissed him. Jordan was surprised at first, but then returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. She broke the kiss.

"I... think I'm in love with you Jordan."

"I am in love with you Anna."

They kissed again. Jordan moved his hands down to her hips. He then began caressing her ass.

"Oh... Jordan..."

He sat down, and she sat in his lap. She began to rock her ass back and forth on his lap. This got him very exited. She started to move her ass around more and more. He grabbed her breasts and began squeezing them. She gave out a moan of pleasure. He whispered into her ear.

"Bedroom."

She smiled and got up. He led her to the bedroom and shut the door. She took off her shirt. He removed his own. He watched her as she stepped out of her pants. She had amazing wide hips and the most beautiful ass he'd ever laid eyes upon. And it would soon be his. He began to unbutton his own pants when she stopped him.

"Allow me..." She said in a soft playful voice.

She undid his pants. He stepped out of them. She then removed his underpants. And stared at his cock. Anna began to massage it with her hands. After a few minutes of this, She put it in her mouth. She moved up and down his shaft. He grunted with pleasure. She then began to take the whole thing. Little by little she got it down her throat. It was only a matter of time until she had swallowed the whole thing. She pulled it out and smiled. "Your turn." She said. First, she allowed him to remove her bra. He unhooked it from the back and pulled it down her shoulder. It fell to the ground. When she turned around, he saw the largest, most beautiful boobs in the world. Her nipples were already errect. He took one globe in his mouth, the other in his hand. He squeezed and licked and sucked on both breasts. When he was finished, she turned around, bent over and pulled down her panties. He could see her pussy. It was already wet. She stood up straight, turned around and kissed him again before laying on the bed.

"Could you be gentle? It's my... first time."

"Sure baby." Jordan replied. He got on top of her and gently slid his cock into her. She screamed as he took her virginity.

"I said gentle!"

"I went as soft as I could."

He slid his cock into her again and she forgot all about that. She was completely enveloped in pleasure.

"Unh..." She moaned. He began to fuck her harder and faster shoving his cock all the way in then out again.

"Unh! Faster Jordan! Fuck me faster!"

He did. They fucked and fucked and fucked. They both started to feel orgasms coming on.

"Do it!" She screamed.

He shoved his cock in her one last time and they both exploded into her pussy. Jordan lay down next to her.

"I love you Jordan."

"I love you too Anna."



The Tutor



I was having a hard time with my second college year math class so my parents had gotten me a tutor. (I was still living at home although I was nineteen). She was a few years older than I and in her senior year of college. Karen was a pretty young woman with long, silky black hair that spilled in a curtain over her shoulders and big brown eyes. She had an oval face and regular features with large sensuous lips and a cute button nose. I knew I had failed my latest exam despite our lessons together.

When I told Karen how poorly I'd done she seemed completely exasperated with me.

"You know what a lazy little girl like you deserves?" she asked with her eyebrows knotted and a mean expression on her lovely face. Her beautiful brown eyes seemed uniquely bright.

"What?" I asked.

"A good hard spanking," Karen said, emphasizing each word and pulling me over to her.

I started to resist and she let go of my wrists.

"Get your hairbrush out of your purse, lazy girl," she ordered. Her face was stern and frowning.

"I . . ."

"Now," she said firmly.

This is crazy, I thought, she's actually going to spank me. I got my purse and unlatched it thinking, I don't have to do this, I don't have to do this. But I did it.

The hairbrush had a round, flat wooden base.

"Wait, " I said suddenly. "Your parents will hear it."

"No, they won't." Karen turned her radio on, flipped to a hard rock station, and turned the volume up loud. Then she went to the bedroom door and locked it.

Again I thought I don't have to let him do this. I don't have to.

"Give it to me," she said.

I handed the brush to her. 

Karen put her arm around me and led me to the bed. Then in one swift, surprisingly powerful motion--I hadn't realized how strong she was--she turned me across her knee.

"Lift your skirt up," she commanded.

I realized that Karen wanted me to again acknowledge my cooperation. I brought my long yellow skirt up over my waist. Then she pulled my panties down and a surprisingly delightful shock sped through me when I felt my bottom bared.

Karen brought the hairbrush down, hard, making a loud sharp crack that I could hear clearly despite the blaring music. "Ow!" I cried out automatically and then shut up, waiting for the next blow.

A few seconds went by. I guess she wanted me to savor the pain for awhile. The next swats were swift as well as hard, one after another. Crack! Crack! Crack! The wood seemed to sing as it hit my poor, naked skin. I flinched and wriggled helplessly. But I did not try to pull away. I did not try to make it stop. I merely squeezed at the pillow and felt my clitoris get harder the more my bottom stung. 

Finally my angry, disappointed tutor was finished. She let the brush drop. Then she surprised me again in a wonderful and mellow way by kissing my burning buttocks. Her kisses were gentle and slow and wet. 

"You liked it?" she insisted

"Yes," I admitted softly. Then I started masturbating with my hands. Karen pulled me on top of her so I masturbated against her leg just like on my hand. As I was about to climax she slapped my already sore buttocks as hard as she had before, so when I came the stinging pain blended into pure hot pleasure. I don't know how long my orgasm lasted but it seemed to go on and on just like the spanking.

Then Karen told me to thank her for the spanking and I did. I thanked her and she kissed me on the mouth and we played with each others breasts until Karen guided my head down between her legs.

"Lick me," she said, playing fondly with the dull brown hair I always hated. "Eat me like I'm your dessert. You're a good little girl. You're my special girl."

I licked and sucked and thrust my tongue in and out and all around the fleshy petals of her twat, tasting the salty, fishy sugar of her juices until she came, a violent shaking cum.

"Boys are nice," she said. "But every smart girl knows she can have a lot of fun with her girlfriend. You want to be my girlfriend?"

"Instead of your student?"

"As well as my student," she said with a sly smile. "I'm not going to let you get away with being lazy on future tests, you know."

"Yeah," I replied. To my beautiful girlfriend. To my strict tutor.

*

A previous version of this was published in "Bad Attitude."



The Tutor



Kristen sat curled up on the divan. Her feet tucked up under her as she reread the letter. Although she had submitted her name to the agency to be a tutor for a child, the proposal far exceeded what she had been prepared for. She had accepted the job primarily because of the very generous salary and the opportunity to work with children, but this proposal was well beyond what she had expected.

To sum it up, the child she was to tutor was a young boy named Kirk. His exact age had been provided as 18, but she assumed it was a typographical error and assumed he would be in his mid teens at most. Apparently he had been adopted by a couple who were well up in years and wanted a child. As anthropologists who did field work, they never really settled down and the child had been home tutored. Apparently he was exceptional because his IQ was near the genius threshold. 

The letter went on to explain that because he had been with them constantly and rarely in contact with children his own age, he lacked the social skills of his peers, or at least children of his own age. Her task would be to wean him into society so he would be able to cope with groups his own age. 

Kristen welcomed the opportunity, and quite frankly, the enormous salary his parents had offered. Her plan was to live with him, more or less as an Au Pair but with sole responsibility for him. His parents wouldn't be returning for several months and she was to act as a surrogate mother.

The following Friday she arrived at the home she would be living in and settled down. The boy would arrive on Monday so she had an opportunity to stock up on food and the other things a pseudo parent might need to begin caring for a young boy.

When the cab arrived around two in the afternoon on Monday she rushed out to help unload his baggage. That was the first surprise. Kirk was a strapping young man, and definitely not a child. Apparently the age on the form had been correct. To just say he was handsome would be an understatement, he was an Adonis. Broad shoulders, lean body and he had the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

She stood there dumbfounded, as the cabby and Kirk unloaded the bags and set them down. He paid the cabby and he immediately drove off. Now they stood there staring at one another. She was almost in a trance as she looked at him. She simply didn't know what to say.

He was the first to speak, and in an almost childlike manner, extended his hand and said, "I'm glad to meet you ma'am. I'm sorry to be late. There was so much traffic."

Kristen followed him into the house and spoke for the first time. "Your room is down the hallway to the left. Do you want me to help you carry anything?"

Kirk smiled and just mumbled, "No ma'am I can manage," and picked up the bags and vanished. Kristen was aghast. She didn't know whether to call up and back out of the arrangement or to give it a day or two just to see what would happen.

Her mind was in a whirl. She decided to start dinner and puttered around the kitchen getting a meal ready, but her thoughts were on him. How was it possible that a young man that was that good looking would need instruction in social graces? What would she have to teach him?

When he returned he stood in the doorway staring at her. Now Kristen was only twenty three and still had a beautiful body, long auburn hair, dark brown eyes and wore a 28C bra. A bra which she rarely needed except when going out. He watched her, not saying anything as she set the table. "God, she thought, he is awfully shy." He was following her with his eyes, almost like a puppy dog would do with its master.

Dinner was quiet. Conversation was nonexistent and finally Kristen couldn't stand it any longer. She began by asking questions. She wasn't sure about what she was to do. Teach him to dance? How to carry on a conversation? What to wear? She was totally in the dark, but one thing was apparent. He was shy. So shy, in fact that she felt that that would be her first project. Bring him out. 

From that point on she began to try and make him feel more comfortable around her. He didn't pick up on her little jokes or respond too much of anything she asked. His answers were short and to the point. He wouldn't keep any sort of conversation going.

Finally she asked: "Don't you like me Kirk? You seem afraid of me. Is there something wrong with me that you don't like?"

"No ma'am came his brief reply. I just never saw anyone as pretty as you and I just don't know what to talk about. Mom and Dad said you were supposed to teach me things. Like what to say to people and what to do at parties, what to wear and other things so I would fit in. I sort of thought you would be older though."

"Hell," she thought, "you're not a child and not exactly what I was prepared for either. Here I am a surrogate mother for a guy just a few years younger than I am. This is going to be one hell of a relationship."

Kristen cleaned up the dishes, while Kirk washed and dried them for her. Then she took his hand and led him into the living room. Sitting down next to him she tried to start a conversation. 

Though mostly one sided, she asked questions and decided several things. One, he was extremely shy. Two, he didn't have much of a grasp of what people his age were up to these days and third, he was lost around girls. He was so innocent that it was almost unbelievable. His parents had kept him so sheltered that he simply couldn't communicate.

Around nine Kristen put on some music and practically had to force him to put his arm around her waist as she tried to teach him how to dance. Strangely he was a quick study. Once she showed him a step, he had it down pat. The problem was he was afraid to hold her very close and he was a bit rigid. She tried to get him a bit more limber by telling him to sway his hips and try to move with her. Finally he began to relax but getting him to lead was another problem.

By ten they were ready to give it up for the evening. They both went to their rooms and once in bed, Kristen lay on her back and thought about her new charge. 

Masturbation was a pacifier that she used quite often when she was stressed out or upset, and this evening was one of those times. One half hour, and three hard orgasms later, she was exhausted enough to drop off to sleep.

The next morning Kristen awoke to hear the shower. Curiosity took control, and she dared to crack the door slightly and peer in. The glass door to the shower was steamed up but she did get brief glimpses when he came close to the opaque surface of the door.

Perhaps it was her imagination, or perhaps it was wishful thinking, but what she thought she saw, had her heart pounding. If she was right, he was above average in the masculine attributes department.

Returning to her room she put on a short denim skirt, a pullover, and sandals. She made breakfast and after they had eaten, the plates were washed and stowed. Then they went down to the lake. When Kirk saw the rowboat tied up at the dock they decided to take it out. 

As he rowed, she sat across from him and pretended to be enjoying the view. But the view she was most interested in was Kirk. Still wondering about what she thought she had seen, she began a conversation.

"Have you ever been with a girl before, Kirk?"

"Not very often, no not really," he answered.

"Have you ever seen a girl nude," she asked.

"Yes," he answered. "In magazines and books mostly. Never in person."

Kristen paused, then lifting up slightly, reached between her legs and pulled off her panties and holding them over the side of the boat, dropped them in the water.

"I think it's about time you did. Give me your hand. Come on Kirk, your hand."

Letting go of the oars he reached out to her. She took his hand and put it on her knee. Then she pulled her skirt up so it rested at her waist and whispered. "Come on Kirk, slide your hand up my thigh and feel how soft it is. Come on do it. I have to teach you and you're never going to feel comfortable around a girl unless you learn to touch me."

She took his wrist and drew his hand up along her inner thigh until she felt his fingers touch her soft pussy. She held him there, and stared into his eyes as he tried to pull away.

"See? I'm soft and warm, don't you like touching me up there?" 

He nodded.

"Now let me touch you. That's only fair isn't it? I mean I want to lean about you too."

He looked frightened as she leaned forward and undid his belt and unzipped his fly.

Sliding her hand inside his jeans and under his shorts, she captured his shaft and wrapped her fingers around it. She silently gasped and asked, "Are you always this big? I mean you're not even hard and you're really big."

He shook his head. "I guess. Sometimes, when it's early in the morning and I just wake up it gets bigger and harder. But then it changes back down."

"Have you ever cum?" He looked puzzled. "I mean ejaculated. Have you ever done that?"

He nodded. "Mom says they're wet dreams and that it's normal but those times it happens I get really big and hard." 

"Does it feel good? I mean when I hold you like this?" He nodded yes, then reached down and grasping her wrist, gently took her hand away.

"I never had anyone do that to me before. It felt real good but I think we're doing something bad."

Kristen was frustrated. The young man knew everything there is to know from reading books, but in the real world, he was completely lost. She decided to take another tact and when they got back to the dock she again took his hand and they walked up to the house.

A plan was developing and she was anxious to get started. Leaving him at the house, she drove into town. 

She had taken his jeans, shirt and shoe sizes before leaving and did some shopping. She was going to do a complete makeover and she needed several things.

Returning several hours later she spread her packages out on the coffee table. The clothes she had purchased were more up to date, and rather casual. The five bottles of wine and two bottles of brandy were placed on the kitchen counter and the two books and three video tapes were laid next to the TV.

They were going to have a wine tasting party later, but in the meantime she wanted him to read the books with her. The tapes were of recent movies. Ones in which the characters did a lot of dancing. 

The books were the typical, "how-to," books on sexual techniques. He may have a good grasp of anatomy but to translate technical terms to those in common use, was going to be her task.

First she explained, "Intercourse is fucking or screwing or something like that. Fellatio is a blow job. Cunnulingus is eating pussy," and so on. She went down the whole list and finally finished with a few of the words for vagina. 

During the whole lesson he just nodded. He knew all the technical terms, just not the common translations, and she hoped that now he wouldn't sound like a college professor when he was mixed in with a group of young people at parties and such.

Actually she was getting enjoyment from the discussion and although he nodded that he understood, she wished he had asked questions so she could go into more detail. 

After supper things were put away, and she brought put out a tray of cheese and crackers. Opening first one bottle of wine, than the next, they sat curled up on the couch and tested each. He seemed to like dry red wines, not exactly her favorite, but it didn't matter. They both were beginning to feel the effects of the wine and that was the whole purpose. 

By the time they got to the Brandy, Kristen had become much more aggressive and suggested they get more comfortable. By that she meant more intimate, but in a subtle way. 

A kiss on the cheek became a kiss on the lips. A kiss on the lips became a deep passionate kiss with parted lips. Tongues dueled and she slid her hand inside his shirt and began raking her nails across his chest.

Claiming to be warm, she took off her blouse and had him remove his shirt. Now her firm breasts pressed against his bare chest and her nipples became erect points of sensation. "Suck them, Kirk! That's what makes me feel good. Do it. That's what they're for. Put your mouth over them and suck me."

He paused. Almost as if afraid to do as she asked. But when she put her hand on the back of his head and brought his lips down to her left breast, his mouth opened.

Suddenly she felt the warm wetness of his parted lips as he sucked and draw her nipple in. His tongue began to flutter back and forth, lashing the erect surface, sending chills down and making her pussy contract.

He's a natural, she thought. Tonight I need him, but am I going too fast? Can I hold myself in check long enough to go thru with this? Reluctantly she took his suckling mouth from her breast and stood up. He looked up at her puzzled. 

"Did I do something wrong ma'am? Wasn't that right. It tasted so good; I thought you wanted me to do it."

"It was wonderful Kirk but let's go slowly. Let's go into my room and I want to do something with you that I think you'll like."

Reassured, he followed her down the hallway and into her room. "Take off your jeans now and lay on my bed." He stared at her. "Go ahead, it's all right, just do it, she repeated." 

And like a shy child he turned away and wiggled out of his jeans and pulled down his shorts. 

By that time Kristen had removed her skirt and panties. He slowly turned to face her and as their eyes met, she looked first into his face, and then slowly her gaze lowered. Still huge by any standard, his cock remained flaccid.

"Lie down on your back Kirk, and stop calling me ma'am. I'm Kristen, OK?" 

He nodded and did as she directed. When he lay on his back, she sat on the bed beside him and looked into his face. "Now don't fight me on this. It's perfectly normal and I want to teach you how to let yourself go. Just lay there and feel what I'm doing. If anything happens, it's what I want to happen. Just relax and let me do this. Do you understand?" 

Not quite sure what she meant, he nodded yes and laid his head back on the pillow. Kristen leaned over, her hair hung down over her cheeks and caressed his thighs as she grasped his cock in her left hand and lifted it to her lips.

As she sucked it into her mouth she thought:... "It must be something that he has to be taught to know and want. This is probably the best way to condition him, by having him experience it.

He responded very slowly but she wasn't in a hurry. Quite the opposite, she wanted to enjoy him as much as she wanted him to enjoy what she was trying for. She wanted him to cum for the first time with a woman.

Slowly he began to swell. She was learning his weaknesses and discovered that by pursing her lips tightly, almost as if sucking on a straw, then forcing the head of his cock into her mouth thru tightly held lips, he would moan. 

Her head bobbed up and down as she repeatedly forced the head of his cock in before letting it slip out. By now her hand no longer needed to hold his shaft. He had swollen to an alarming size and length and she was forced to pause to gasp for air. 

Now sometimes just licking up the bottom of his cock and sometimes licking his balls, she continued milk him with her hand. Almost a half hour into this, he began to squeeze his ass and gently lift up. 

She stopped the sucking and now simply held the head of his shaft to her lips as she ran the tip of her tongue along the very bottom of its head. 

Suddenly he cried out. "NO! STOP! I'TS GOING TO HAPPEN!"

For a brief second Kristen paused to whisper. "Give it to me! It's all right. It's what I want Kirk. Just let it go."

He arched his back and suddenly Kristen's lips were splattered with a thick stream of warm cum. Quickly she tilted her mouth down capturing his cock and felt the forceful jets of warm cum gush into her mouth. 

Instinct took over. Perhaps she hadn't intended to swallow or perhaps she needed to. It didn't matter. The warm thick fluid coated her tongue and suddenly she was swallowing huge gulps of his sperm. 

She had done it, and holding her palm under his heavy balls she gently rolled them between her warm fingers. She wanted every last drop of his sperm and just as he dropped back down, she slid her thumb the full length of his shaft, squeezing the remaining creamy fluid out and into her mouth.

Leaning over his body, she dragged her firm breasts upward and placing her mouth over his. Parting their lips, her tongue darted in. Again a deep and intimate kiss was exchanged and finally the both lay panting in each others arms.

It's not the smartest question to ask someone just after you've sucked them off, but she was compelled to know. "Was it good baby? Did you like what I did? Wasn't it fantastic? I really loved doing that to you. I needed it that way."

He was quietly laying there, his chest rising and falling, catching his breath, when suddenly he turned to her and asked, "Can I do you now? I want to do that. I want to do that to you too. Can I?"

Kristen was floating. By now she was so excited that she couldn't have wanted anything more in the world. Sure he would new at it but that was exciting too. She could tell him what to do and exactly what she liked most. She almost screamed aloud, "YES, Oh YES, I'd like that!"

He rolled off the side of the bed and stood at the bottom. Kristen moved to the center of the bed and inched her way down until just her butt was on the edge of the mattress. Kirk knelt on the floor and she put her legs over his shoulders. Then she felt it.

He had reached up around her thighs and grasped both her breasts, trapping their nipples between his fingers. Now, slowly rolling them back and forth, he lowered his face and pressed his lips firmly over her opening, stabbed his tongue deep inside. 

She gasped. "My god," she thought. "He's fantastic. Oh my god he's good." Then finding her voice, she moaned aloud, "Please don't stop. Your doing me just fine. Keep it up Kirk, just like that."

He was thirsty for her. It seemed that she was oozing some aphrodisiac right into his sucking mouth. It coated his tongue with its sapid fluid and trickled down his throat. 

She was slowly oscillating her hips up and down, almost as if trying to squeeze more of the creamy clear fluid into his mouth, when he paused and began to draw his tongue up and down the valley of her pussy. Its tip seeming to part the soft petals of each inner fold before returning to repeat it again in yet another place. She began to moan incessantly. Slowly he drew his right hand down and she felt first one, than two of his fingers slide into the depths of her pussy. 

Instinctively they seemed to twist and turn as if searching for something. Then his fingers began to slowly curl and relax while his lips pressed firmly over her clit, forcing it out and exposing the swollen pink pearl. 

The tip of his tongue began to flick back and forth over the exposed surface and she began to cry out.

"Yeah, Oh god yeah, oh yesssss, like that. Ohmygod, Ohmygod Kirk. I'm close. Oh baby it's coming now. Yeah I'm fucking cumming baby! Oh god suck me like that, Oh babeeeeeee I'm gonna die. It's so fucking good Kirk. Oh baby I am I AM! I'm cumming for you."

There are just orgasms and there are indescribably intense orgasms, and Kristen had known both, but what was happening to her was much more than that. 

Perhaps it was the thought that she was his first, or perhaps it was just that she was surrendering completely to this young man, she didn't know, but her whole world was shaken.

Slowly she wilted and yet he continued. She wanted to tell him it was enough and to stop but as she lifted her hand to push his head away, she suddenly realized that she needed more. He was bringing her back up to that crest again. 




The Tutor



Kristen knew she could masturbate and finish several times but never had it been possible with anyone else. She knew her own body and exactly what felt good, but something was different. This was erotic beyond belief and she was lost in the sensations. She was now lost beyond even that. Every inch of her being was becoming a new avenue of feelings. 

Places that never had been sensitive were now paths to her pussy and no matter where he moved his hand or mouth she was being driven still higher. 

When his fingers left her breast and caressed her abdomen she shuddered. When his hand gently slid over her hip, she moaned and quaked. As his hot breath teased her inner thighs she was shaken, and when his fingers slid out of her cunt and began to tenderly massage the tan star nestled within the cleft of her ass, she was ready to scream.

"Yes! Oh dear god yes! Do that. More just like that baby. Anything! Just touch me! Do anything to me. I need it! OHMYGOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN! Do it more! Yes oh yes it's it's it's Yeah I am NOW! Gimmeee more!"

Shuddering, she clamped her legs together, trapping his head and twisting to her side, she broke free and drew her knees up into a fetal position. She lay there rocking her head back and forth and panted or breath. Never in her life had she been so overwhelmed by sensations. 

Slowly she returned to reality and rolled onto her back. Looking up she saw him standing next to her with a puzzled look on his face. Softly he asked: "Are you all right? Did I do it good? I mean I never thought..." his voice trailed off.

Between gasps for breath, she smiled up at him. "Perfect honey, you were perfect. I couldn't have asked for anything better. You are fantastic!" He seemed to puff out his chest as he smiled proudly. 

"Good, I liked doing that to you. You're special."

"Oh baby I'm not through with you yet. I have a treat for you that will prove how much I can give," she whispered.

Again that puzzled look.

Kimberly had glanced down and witnessed another miracle. His cock was wavering in front of his groin and he was so stiff that it pointed skyward. She had one more need to be satisfied and he was now ready.

Patting the bed next to her she cajoled him into lying down next to her. "Again. On your back my sweet baby. Mommy wants to play some more with you. Come on, right here Kirk."

He smiled and as she rolled off the far side of the bed, he took her place in the center. Then she approached and knelt next to his thighs and straddled him. Rolling forward on her knees, she was able to lift up enough to draw his cock up and wedge it between the puffy lips of her cunt.

His eyes never left hers. And slowly she began to lower her body. Inch by inch her pussy began to swallow his shaft, stretching wide, distending the tender smooth entrance until she had taken almost half of his manhood. 

Reaching down she gasped. Perhaps it was amazement or perhaps it was concern. Now she wasn't sure she could take him. He was already pressing against her cervix.

He was in heat. He felt the hot opening of her body clamping tightly around his shaft and he wanted more. He instinctively began to thrust up and she had to put her hands on his chest and lift up.

"Noooooo Kirk, No baby, let me do this. Don't do that. I need time. Just lay still and let me do this."

He looked pouty, almost as if she had slapped him for doing something wrong, but he obeyed and stopped moving. 

Slowly she lowered again and still more of his shaft vanished. Again she slowly lifted, drawing him out before again lowering herself. Each time deeper and deeper until she finally felt his balls pressing against her ass. She smiled. She had done it. And god it felt good. Almost as if two missing parts had been reunited. 

The sensation of being so filled with his cock brought a flush to her cheeks and she began to ride slowly up and down. She could take her hands from his chest now and placing them on the tops of her thighs, and she continued to slowly lift and fall.

She was reading his expression and at the same time watching for his reaction. She wanted desperately to make him cum again. It was something she needed but she suddenly realized that it wasn't all for him. 

He had her so distended that her clit was being caressed by the swollen lips of her labia each time she moved. 

She was going to cum again, and this was totally new to her. At some point she realized that she was fucking him faster and faster. She was getting close, and now began to rock forward and backward so her clit was more involved. 

Suddenly she tossed her head back, her breasts bounced more violently up and down and when he must have realized what was happening, because he no longer held still.

He first clutched for her breasts and began kneading them with his hands. That drove Kristen crazy and she began to moan as she leaned slightly forward. 

Then he completely lost control and reaching out, clasped her waist before sliding his hands down to clutch the cheeks of her ass. Now, pulling her towards him, he began to thrust up, taking long deep strokes, forcing his cock still deeper into her writhing body. 

They were moving together and almost as one, they realized that the moment had come. Kristen squealed aloud. "Cumming! Gimmee it now Kirk. Fuck me deeper!"

He was thrusting frantically now and feeling her begin to contract tightly around his pistoning shaft, grunted out to her. "Me too. Kristen, me too. I'm gonna do it with you. Oh god take it now. Take me! All of it!"

"Yes, oh yes. Like that. Deep like that. Do it! Shoot in me. I want it now! Mix with me please."

By now they were locked together. She was against his chest and was clawing at his back. He had his hands tightly holding her ass as he drove his cock in and out when he rolled over on top of her.

She lifted her legs and locked her heels around the back of his thighs, locking their bodies together. Her fingernails raked his back as she stifled her sobs by biting down hard on his shoulder.

As if it had been choreographed, they moved together, then slowly the tempo slowed and they lay panting in each others arms. What had begun as an unacceptable arrangement had ended with two young people who had discovered each other.



The Tutor



Eighteen year old Alex Parker wasn't quite sure why his parents had insisted upon engaging a tutor for him. For Alex the whole thing was a mystery, considering he was already a straight A student in school. His pleas to his parents that he didn't need a tutor went unheeded and his parents persisted in their strange idea.

Alex stopped complaining about getting a tutor as soon as he met her, for the first time for the tutor his parents hired for him was a very pretty girl doing her first year in college. The girl his parents hired, Chloe, was a slim blonde with apple size breasts, a tight ass, and long slim legs. At first he was nervous and tongue tied around his tutor but she quickly put him at ease and got down to work.

Chloe found Alex to be a surprisingly attractive guy despite his age and he was studious and intelligent. It wasn't long before Chloe found herself wondering why his parents had hired her to tutor such a boy but since she needed the money she didn't question it aloud. But she did do what she could to make the tutoring sessions with Alex to be as pleasant for them both as possible. The longer Chloe tutored Alex the more attractive she found him to be and soon she found herself fantasizing about him late at night.

As the seasons turned toward spring Chloe started wearing fewer and lighter clothes, and even less when she went to a tutoring session with Alex. Chloe was pleased that Alex noticed this immediately and the girl was happy that he seemed to enjoy looking at her. As the weather grew even warmer Chloe grew bolder, and soon she was leaving her bra behind when she went to tutor Alex. Alex noticed this change immediately but he was enjoying it too much to say anything about it to Chloe.

One day Chloe arrived for a tutoring session with Alex, this one happened to be on a Saturday. Alex met Chloe at the door, it seemed his parents were away for the day but they had insisted that Alex should stay for his tutoring session. So it was Alex himself who met Chloe at the door and when he informed her that his parents were not home and would not be for the entire day, the girl felt a secret thrill through her. Chloe wasn't sure yet what she wanted to happen that day but at least there was a chance her growing interest and infatuation in Alex might find some sort of consummation.

Chloe followed Alex into the house and since she already knew well the location of his room she quickly walked toward it, leaving Alex to follow behind. For Alex this worked out to his advantage because he had the chance to watch his sexy tutor as she walked ahead of him. Alex immediately noticed that Chloe had worn the shortest pair of shorts he had ever see her wear and only a halter top that seemed pretty thin, with no bra under it. Alex was quite happy as he followed his sexy tutor into his room.

Chloe quickly got the tutoring session started but Alex seemed to be a bit distracted that day, his answers to her questions seemed to be unusually hesitant. She quickly realized the view of her barely covered torso and long bare legs was having the usual affect upon Alex's teenage hormones. Far from being put off from this Chloe found she was excited by this and unconsciously rearranged herself to show herself off even more. Unfortunately this caused Alex performance to suffer even more.

Chloe's libido was finding Alex's interest in her body more and more exciting and it was starting to interfere with her own tutorial efforts. But Chloe still retained enough presence of mind to feel a little frustrated at Alex's unaccustomed inattention and she started turning her mind to ways she could solve that little problem.

Suddenly Chloe had an idea, one which sent a thrill of excitement through her body and down to her pussy. She also felt a stab of fear when she thought about her idea a little more but even the fear only excited Chloe even more. Chloe debated with herself for a couple of minutes, trying to gather her courage. Finally the tingle in her pussy overcame her judgment and Chloe decided to proceed with her idea.

"Alex, let's take a break for a minute," Chloe said.

"OK," he replied.

"I've noticed you seem to have a hard time concentrating today Alex," Chloe observed.

"Ah, yeah, I guess so," Alex replied. Chloe thought she could see him blushing.

"You seem to be distracted by something," Chloe observed, knowing full well that she was the distraction.

"Maybe," was the reply from Alex.

"Am I your distraction?" Chloe asked.

"I guess so. You're so beautiful I can't look away," Alex answered after a moment's hesitation.

"We need to finish our tutoring. Do you think you can concentrate better if I give you a reward when we are done?" Chloe asked, her excitement making her bolder.

"Maybe that would work. What sort of reward do you have in mind?" Alex asked the beautiful tutor.

"If you can keep your mind on your work until we are done I will let you see all of me," Chloe proposed.

"All of you? As in with no clothes on?" Alex asked excitedly.

"Yes, with no clothes on. Naked. You can see anything you want I will show everything to you," Chloe answered.

"Really? You want to do that?" Alex asked.

"Yes. But like any reward you will have to earn it. You have to keep your mind on your work and answer every question. Can you do that?" Chloe asked.

"I can do it," Alex replied confidently.

"You'd better if you want to see more of me," Chloe said.

"OK."

The two continued their usual session and Alex was now paying close attention to what he needed to do. Since he was a smart boy he didn't really have any trouble. The fact of the matter was it was Chloe that had some difficulty in concentrating, but she managed to keep Alex from catching on to this.

As was usual during her tutoring sessions with Alex, Chloe had a question and answer session at the end. Alex answered each question carefully and managed to answer everyone correctly. Chloe was unable to find anything wrong with Alex's performance since she had offered him the reward so now she was put in the position of having to deliver upon her part of the bargain. This sent a thrill of excitement through the girl's body as she felt the excitement engendered by the idea of what she was about to do.

"Good work Alex. You've earned your reward," Chloe said.

"Great! I'm looking forward to it!" Alex replied.

"Good. Now just sit there and watch," Chloe instructed.

"OK."

Chloe stood up and moved to the open center of the room where Alex could see her easily. The girl reached back and pulled the tie for the neck string of her halter loose. This caused Chloe's top to fall to her waist exposing her breasts. Alex already knew their general shape but he was struck dumb actually seeing Chloe's breasts for the first time.

"Do you like them Alex?" Chloe asked as she untied the lower part of her top and then tossed it aside.

"Oh yeah!" Alex exclaimed.

"Do you want to see more?" Chloe asked teasingly.

"Yes, please!" Alex answered.

Chloe moved her hands to the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down. The shorts caught for a moment on her hips and then abruptly dropped to the floor. Since Chloe hadn't worn any panties that day that left her completely nude.

Alex was awestruck for this was the first time he had seen a girl completely naked before. His eyes drank in the vision of beauty that stood before him. His cock, already hard, surged to even greater stiffness as a strong thrill of lustful excitement thrilled through Alex's body.

Exposing herself to Alex made Chloe even hornier than she had been before. Her excitement pushed her to decide to go much further than she had originally intended. Now Chloe wanted Alex's cock in her mouth and in her pussy.

"Do you like what you see?" Chloe asked, slowing turning to show every side of her body to Alex.

"Oh yeah, very much!" Alex replied. His cock was almost painfully hard now.

"Now it's your turn Alex. I want to see you, too," Chloe said.

Alex got up off the bed where he had been sitting and nervously took his t-shirt off. Chloe drank in the sight of Alex's upper body as he moved his hands to the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down. Chloe could see the shape of Alex's penis as it bulged out his underpants as if trying to get free from their restraint. Alex tried to take off his underpants but had to work them around his hard, throbbing cock until finally they dropped to the floor.

Alex's cock jutted forth hard and proud and throbbed with his heartbeat. Chloe's eyes locked on it and she loved the look of Alex's penis, it had such an appealing shape to her. She couldn't wait to take it into her mouth and run her tongue around the purplish head.

Chloe walked over to Alex and immediately sank to her knees. She reached up, grasped the shaft of Alex's cock in her right hand, and took the head of it into her mouth. Chloe swirled her tongue around the soft and smooth head enjoying the feel of the cock head in her mouth.

Alex felt the warm wetness of Chloe's mouth envelop the head of his penis and it was the most wonderful thing he had ever felt before. Alex was already very excited and this new stimulation was enough to push him over the edge. Alex's cock erupted into orgasm.

Chloe felt the cock shaft in her hand jerk and at the same time Alex grunted as a hot blast of semen erupted into the girl's mouth. Chloe swallowed avidly each jet of hot cum that pulsed and splashed into her mouth. Chloe gently sucked the cock head that filled her mouth encouraging each pulse of sperm to come forth. Then Alex's orgasm faded and Chloe swallowed the final dribbles of tasty sperm from the end of his cock. Alex sagged down in temporary exhaustion and Chloe helped him to lower himself until he was sitting on the floor beside her.

Chloe cuddled with Alex there on the floor for a couple of minutes while he recovered from the powerful orgasm he had just experienced. When she sensed Alex starting to stir once again Chloe decided to see if she could get him to lick her while his cock recovered enough for him to fuck her. Chloe stood up and moved to sit on the bed. She leaned back and opened her legs, exposing her shaved pussy to Alex eyes.

"Alex, do you see my pussy?" Chloe asked.

"Oh yeah, it's beautiful!" Alex exclaimed, drinking in the beauty of the girl's pussy right in front of his eyes.

"Do you want to lick it?" Chloe asked.

"Sure, but I haven't done that before. I don't know what to do," Alex replied.

"Just lick these," Chloe said, flicking her inner pussy lips with her fingers. "And especially lick this," she continued, pointing to and then gently rubbing her sensitive clit.

Alex quickly took the hint, dove right in, and soon Chloe was squirming in pleasure as Alex ate her pussy enthusiastically. Chloe was already so horny that even Alex's inexperienced licking quickly brought the girl to a powerful orgasm. Chloe put her hands on Alex's head and pushed his face hard into her pussy as the powerful orgasmic contractions convulsed her pussy. Then Chloe slowly relaxed as her orgasm faded.

During the time Alex had been licking Chloe his cock had recovered and was now jutting forth on hard erection once again. He stood up and this allowed Chloe to see his renewed horniness and the girl smiled. She wanted to get that hard cock into her pussy. 

"Do you want to fuck me Alex?" Chloe asked with her eyes on his delicious looking cock.

"Oh yeah! What do I do? I've never done that before," Alex replied excitedly.

"Come here, right here between my legs," Chloe instructed.

Alex moved a couple of steps until the head of his cock almost touching the girl's wet pussy. The girl reached down, grasped the shaft of Alex's cock, and guided it to the entrance of her pussy.

"Push in," Chloe gasped, her heart pounding in anticipation.

Alex pushed his hips slowly forward and watched in fascination as his hard cock slowly sank into Chloe's warm, wet pussy. The feel of penetrating the girl felt wonderful as Alex continued pushing in until finally his cock was completely embedded in Chloe. 

Instinctively Alex began to pump in and out of the girl and Chloe helped guide him in what to do with her legs. Soon Alex was fucking Chloe for all he was worth and his hard cock felt wonderful to the girl as it plundered her pussy. Alex continued fucking the girl as the wonderful feeling of her pussy on his cock started him quickly toward another orgasm. And the girl was right with him they were going to cum together.

Alex pumped into Chloe faster and soon he wasn't able to hold out anymore and he began to cum. At the same time Chloe also reached her peak and her pussy massaged Alex's spurting cock as he filled her with his sperm. His orgasm before had been the best he had felt up until then but this one was even better and he orgasmed inside a girl for the first time. Chloe's orgasm was enhanced by the warm feeling of Alex cum shooting into her pussy.

The two cuddled on the bed relaxing after their wonderful fucking and soon fell asleep.



The Tutor



It was boring. I was sat near the back of the class and squirmed in my seat. Of all the modules that had to be completed this year as part of the hospitality management course this had to be the most pointless and the most excruciating to have to sit through for two and a half hours every week. If I couldn't see a relevance to it here and now what possible bearing could it have once I left this place behind and stepped out into the real world? I wasn't alone in this feeling. Others around me took advantage of the size of the class to read a magazine while the tutor droned on. This was what I wanted to do with my life but this year it was becoming increasingly difficult to put more than one cheek into my half-assed effort to get through to the final year.

The only good thing about this particular module -- Lateral Thinking and Problem Solving -- was the tutor herself. Ms Jones was a tall, black woman with a slender figure and she had a passion for wearing clothes that made her stand out from the rest of the tutors and professors that walked these academic halls. She brought fashion and beauty to a dreary room. It was a shame she taught something so damned boring. It clashed against the excitement generated by watching her in the room. 

I had already lost the plot when it had come to what she was talking about. My mind had switched off after the first few minutes and there was nothing in it at all. I didn't even have a desire to take a magazine out and read that. I'm certain that she knew the students never really paid full attention to her. But, if she was looking around she would see that I was focused on the front of the class, mainly because I was looking at how she was dressed. Ms Jones was all in black, from the tailored blouse to her skirt that ended above the knee, down her stockings and ending with heeled shoes that made her taller than she already was. They could have been tights I suppose but tights were never erotic to me. Ms Jones was wearing stockings.

There had been a rumour surrounding Ms Jones that I'd heard when I started attending this particular module. She had only recently joined the university staff, having been a consultant in her previous job. All the details had been pretty sketchy and most of what we had heard was probably untrue in the way that rumours tended to be. Something might have started off as being the truth and, as it got passed around, details were added and conclusions drawn and it became nothing like the original revelation. Being a consultant for an international hotel chain she had become embroiled in a scandal involving a transsexual member of staff and was fired from her prestigious job. Looking at Ms Jones I didn't feel she was the kind of person to sexually harass others. I saw that as one of the additions that had been tacked onto the rumour. That was just my personal feeling. I didn't know her. That alone was reason enough not to be judgmental over what had happened. 

Sat in that class I invariably allowed my imagination to run riot and I would sit there, not really listening, and aware of a growing erection in my trousers as Ms Jones addressed the students in her underwear. I should really get myself a girlfriend but I really wasn't too bothered about that. Relationships were hard work and it was hard enough right now surviving at university without the added expense of dating. So, there I was, imaging Ms Jones. She was standing before her desk, arms crossed beneath her breasts. And she was wearing red. A red basque that swelled her breasts, suspender tabs hanging from the bottom supporting her black stockings. Red panties covering her sex, the material taut across her bottom whenever she turned around. Red was a colour that sat well against the darkness of her skin. I could easily have imagined her naked but having her dressed this way was more arousing to me. I might have been bored by the content of her lecture but I was never bored by the time I left the class. However, I was agitated by my arousal. I took care of that whenever I reached home.

There were those times when I wished Ms Jones would take care of that for me. A lot of students do develop a crush on a lecturer and I was no different from them in that respect. She was a beautiful woman and I preferred her exotic looks to those of the female students around me. Ms Jones wasn't like the other tutors and professors who seemed to be living in years gone past in the way they dressed and the way they droned on. Unfortunately even she couldn't make her class seem as exciting as the way she addressed it. If only she was taking a different lecture. I would have been more attentive to what she was saying rather than imagining her in different stages of undress and wondering what it would be like to kiss her full lips.

This lecture was the last of the day and I was relieved when it came to an end. I was always one of the last to leave and walked towards the door, glancing over at the desk as Ms Jones packed up her things. She was slightly bent over the desk and I glanced at her bottom and saw what I always saw. A slight damp patch in the gusset of her panties, it darker against the lighter red that remained dry.

I'm not a person others would consider to be the life and soul of a party. I do socialise with friends I have made since coming to university but, on the whole, I do prefer a quieter evening. I adore my books and the writing that I do. I wasn't going directly home this evening but fancied a couple of quiet drinks in a bar that I knew very few students went to. It was close to where I lived and out from the city centre. On the way there I was drawn to a shop and browsed through that for a while before I ended up buying a couple of graphic novels, knowing I would need to take on a couple of extra shifts during the week to pay for them before I incurred any overdraft charges.

As more of a working man's bar it was fairly quiet at that time of the afternoon; it got busier as people got out from their jobs and later in the evening. It was a dark place with a great deal of character and I liked it. After paying for my drink I took a seat in a secluded part of the bar and removed one of the graphic novels from the plastic bag and started to read it thankful that no distracting, loud music was blaring out from the speakers. It proved a welcome distraction from Ms Jones though I knew that I would be thinking of her later in the evening as I lay in bed, getting rid of the desirable agitation she elicited within me.

By the time I had finished reading the second chapter of the novel I shut it and picked up the empty glass to go and order a fresh pint. I approached the bar and gave my order to the barmaid and then waited for it to be served. Looking around I saw Ms Jones sat alone at another table, a half bottle of wine sat before her. She was leaving through a magazine, one hand holding a smouldering cigarette. I had never seen her in here before but, usually, I kept to myself so it was possible she had been and I had simply never realised it. Hair had fallen across her face and she brushed it away and I noticed she was now wearing glasses. I had never imagined her in glasses and they made her even more attractive in my eyes.

Taking my pint I walked back to my seat and sat down heavily. It would be difficult to not think of her now, so close to where I was. I was hard in my trousers and I shifted my position to become more comfortable but it continued to strain and lead my imagination to more carnal thoughts of her. Those same thoughts I would be having later as I stroked my cock invaded me now. I tried to concentrate on the graphic novel but it was useless. Instead, I leant back and drank my pint, eager to leave in case I did something inappropriate but more than willing to stay in the hope that she might have noticed me and would come over and talk with me. 

She walked past me on her way to the bathrooms. My eyes followed her, the gentle sway of her bottom with each step, the perfectly straight seam up the back of each stocking. There was a knot in my stomach and a growing discomfort in my trousers. Though attempting to give up I reached into my backpack and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and was lighting one to relax my nerves when the door opened and Ms Jones re-emerged and started walking back to her table. She detoured over to where I sat and stood there with a smile on her face.

'Were you reading that when you should have been concentrating on my lecture today?' she asked me.

I shook my head. 'No.' My word sounded quite defensive.

'I'm joking with you,' she said. 'You're one of the few that doesn't do that.'

I tapped the graphic novel with my hand. 'I didn't have this with me then.'

Ms Jones laughed. 'May I join you? Or, are you leaving?'

My intent had only been to have two pints. There was more beer in the fridge at the studio I rented but the possibility to sit with Ms Jones and to talk with her was a more powerful draw than a lonely evening at home. I told her that I wasn't leaving and would be happy to have her join me. I watched her return to where she had been sat and collected her belongings and wine before she came back and slid into the seat opposite me. My cock appeared to swell having her close to me.

'Is this your usual haunt?' Ms Jones asked.

'Usually,' I replied. 'I rent a studio close by. I'd rather drink here than in town.'

'I'm Lesley, by the way.'

I remembered her name from the first lecture. I told her my name which she already knew. With so many students attending her class it was gratifying to know she knew who I was.

We talked a while about the course in general and what I wanted to do after it had finished and I graduated. To be honest I had not thought that far ahead. There was time enough to turn my attention to that during the final year.

'You live for the moment then?' Lesley asked.

'To an extent,' I replied. I did plan things in advance but only those things I knew would be in the immediate future. There were times when I could be spontaneous and do things on the spur of the moment.

'So, if I was to invite you to the quiz night here later, would you join me?' she asked.

'Yes,' I answered.

'And if I invited you to my apartment after that, would you?'

I nodded my head. 'Yes.'

'Or maybe you'd rather come with me now?' There was a seductive edge to her voice and her eyes were watching me closely.

Damn, how much I wanted to agree to that. The invitation spoke of only one thing that could happen between us and I suddenly wanted that so much. But I had to decline. I had things that needed to be done at home and, more than that, I wanted to freshen myself up for her, to be dressed not as scruffily as I was right now. Lesley appeared a little disappointed with my answer and I assured her I would be meeting her later and would welcome the chance to go home with her. The disappointment faded and she smiled warmly again.

'Please don't think I'm being sluttish or anything,' she said. 'I'm off the opinion life is too short to waste. I'm attracted to you, simple as that.'

'I don't think that.'

'Good.' Lesley stood up from the table. 'Would you like another one of those?'

'Please,' I said. I watched her standing at the bar, my heart positively thundering in my chest. If it got any harder I felt it would punch a hole through me and end up lying on the table, still pumping away. I knew I wasn't imagining this. I knew I wasn't alone at the table and that Ms Jones was further down the bar. For all that, the reality of it seemed dreamlike. I believe I wouldn't have had the courage to approach her in the way she had done. That was the way I was. More of the classical introvert than a person who would approach another and state my feelings for them. I was relieved she was extrovert enough for the both of us.

Lesley returned and we made plans to meet outside a half-hour before the table quiz was due to start. She informed me that she had just entered us while she bought the drinks. 'I love these kind of things,' she said. 'Some people would say I'm quite anally retentive when it comes to general knowledge and obscure facts.'

'Are you?' I asked.

'Maybe you'll find out later.'

'I guess I will.'

It was nearly another hour before we left the bar and started walking. Lesley lived not too far from where I did and she escorted me home before going on alone. I was tempted to ask her in and knew she would have accepted but a tidy studio it was not and I'd rather not have her see the current state of it. We stood outside for a moment, holding each other as we kissed, her lips so soft as they melded over my own, and her tongue rich and velvety as it invaded my mouth. Lesley was smiling as she broke the embrace and stepped back.

'Until later,' she promised.

I watched her turn and walk away and stood there until she had reached the end of the street and then I walked down the side of the house to the separate entrance to my studio flat. The landlord lived in the house with his family but we never had that much contact except on rent days and whenever there was a problem with electricity or the water supply. I had my privacy and that was important. More than ever now, knowing that, at some stage, I wouldn't be spending a night alone there.

Unlocking the door I entered and headed up the stairs and pushed open the door that led into my studio. As the door closed and I stood in the untidy lounge/bedroom I wondered if I had really kissed Ms Jones. Had I? I put a finger to my lips and felt a slight stickiness from her lipstick. That same hand fell away from my mouth and sought out my cock, rubbing my shaft through my trousers. Shivers of delight coursed through me and the urge to pull them down, remain standing where I was and quickly bring about a satisfying climax was strong. I decided not to. As my eyes roamed around the time would be better spent in cleaning the place up in case she decided to come here instead of honouring the invitation back to her apartment.

The studio consisted of one main room and two smaller areas and it suited my current needs. My double bed was at one side of the room surrounded by a wardrobe and chest of drawers. At the other end was a couch, a desk for my computer and an aging television and video. The space between that was occupied by a coffee table that was littered with debris and untidy stacks of magazines. I always was careful to ensure the pornographic ones remained in the drawer of the table. It was untidy but it didn't take long to clean up and deposit the coffee cups and glasses in the small kitchen. With it being a wooden floor it simply needed brushing. Like I said it was quickly done and then I sat down on the couch and smoked another cigarette.

Talking with her had attracted me further to her. She was a warm person, funny and intelligent. If I had heard those rumours about her, no doubt she had too. There was an area I was not going to go to. I'm off the opinion that what a person does in the past remains in the past. When I have dated girls I have never wanted to know about past boyfriends. It's none of my business and has no bearing on what we had. It would be the same now with Lesley and I. 

I was trembling with nervous anticipation by the time I had stepped out of the shower and started to dress. There was no doubt in my mind that I would end up in bed with her and I wanted that so much it was scary. The more I thought about Lesley the more aroused I became and the more concerned at my impending performance. It had been so long. And being so aroused I knew it could well be over in a flash. That was the last thing I needed. In the end I gave in, stripped off the clothes I had already put on and lay on the bed with a magazine and masturbated. My cock was hard in my hand, my fingers gripped tight around my throbbing shaft as I moved up and down, squeezing clear pre-come from my head and smearing it around with the palm of my hand, sighing as the pleasure scoured through me. The photographs of the blonde woman were forgotten in an instant. They morphed into the image of Lesley, removing her clothes and revealing her naked body to me. I grunted as I came, spraying my chest with sperm as it exploded from my cock. I kept on wanking myself, smearing my sperm around my shaft until I could stand it no longer and let my hand fall away. I lay there for several minutes, my hand massaging my sodden skin, giving me the time to normalise myself. When I stood my legs seemed a touch weak and I shuffled across to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and dressed once more.

Lesley was already waiting by the time I reached the pub less than ten minutes later. She was in the doorway smoking a cigarette wearing a long black coat that covered her entire body. I smiled as I walked up to her and kissed her and we entered the bar, glad to get out from the cold night and into the warmth. They even had the fire roaring and we managed to get a seat right next to it. Lesley insisted on buying the first round and also returned with the quiz answer sheets.

'Were you waiting long?' I asked.

'No,' she said as she removed her coat. Under that she wore a crimson blouse that fastened by being wrapped around her. Her breasts appeared delicious behind it. A short black skirt and her legs shimmered in nylon. Her boots came to her knees and were the reason I had to reach up to kiss her outside. She sat back down and reached across the table and took my hand, caressing the back of it with her fingers.

'If we win, what's the prize?'

'A weekend break in Harrogate,' she replied. 'Think about it. A whole weekend just in bed together…sounds wonderful.'

'Are you always this forward?' I asked.

'Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?'

I shook my head. 'No, not at all.'

'It's like I said before, life is too short to waste,' she replied. 

'Well then,' I smiled, 'we'll just have to win. How anally retentive are you exactly?'

Lesley laughed and leaned across the table to kiss me. I kissed her back and caught the scent of the perfume she wore.

The rules of the quiz were simple. The manager of the pub would ask a total of twenty-five questions. There were no multiple answers. We'd either get it right or wrong. The result would be announced one hour after the quiz ended. I hoped my general knowledge would be enough to make a decent contribution. And that the pressure of doing it for real as opposed to answering the questions at home wouldn't make me out to be an idiot.

Standing behind the counter the manager, a heavy-set man in his fifties, held up a microphone and read the first question. 'What is the biggest planet in our solar system?'

I glanced across at Lesley. 'Jupiter.'

She nodded as she wrote the answer down.

'Next question, ladies and gentlemen; what does a lepidopterist study?'

I had a blank questioning look on my face but Lesley simply grinned and scribbled an answer down. I glanced over. Butterflies and moths. I would take her word for it.

'On which Japanese island is Tokyo?'

I knew the answer to the third question but Lesley was already writing the answer down. Honshu. More questions followed and I felt we stood a very good chance of winning the prize break. Lesley knew the answers to more of the questions than I did and I had the impression that we weren't going to have any wrong answers. After the twelfth question was delivered a break was announced.

'Take the time to rest the old grey matter,' grinned the manager. 'It's going to get a lot tougher after the break.'

I shuffled my chair closer to Lesley and we went through our answers, satisfied that they were all correct. Her leg brushed against me and I rested one hand under the table on her knee, stroking her. I glanced over and she was smiling back at me. I briefly kissed her. I was glad this was happening. It made me happy and it appeared to be doing the same for her. 




The Tutor



As a first semester senior, 22-year-old Maggie needed a few extra bucks to support her weekend entertainment. She'd seen a flier advertising the university's need for tutors in all subjects, so she'd sent her application to the advising office and had been accepted as a tutor. She typically tutored sophomores and juniors in upper-level political science classes, helping them study for tests and editing their mediocre papers. It was dull work, and at $6.50 an hour, the pay wasn't much. But it kept her partying on the weekends so she didn't complain.

Especially after she met Aaron.

One day, a few weeks after the fall term had begun, Maggie had been in the advising office posting her new hours on the tutor billboard. As she turned to leave, the door opened before she could grab the handle. One look at the person on the other side made her stop dead, her breath caught in her throat. He was taller than her, and that was saying something, because at 5'11, Maggie was one of the taller girls on campus. Lean and muscular, the sleeves of his university Lacrosse sweatshirt rolled perfectly around chiseled biceps, he was a vision of dynamic perfection. His tussled dirty blonde hair was cut short, barely touching his ears, and sticking up all over his head as if he'd just rolled out of bed. But most striking were his eyes: a brilliant and electric blue, surrounded by long, delicate eyelashes which contrasted wonderfully with his otherwise-masculine appearance.

He'd bumped into her before he'd realized she was there. She hadn't even noticed taking a step back, but she had been very aware of his arm shooting out and wrapping around her shoulders to prevent her from falling. Once he was sure she was steady, he burst out in a string of apologies. "Oh man, I am so sorry!" he said swiftly, looking her up and down as if to survey for damage. "Are you okay?"

"It... it's fine," Maggie responded automatically, realizing she had been staring and lowering her eyes quickly. "It's no big deal."

"Okay," he said uncertainly, withdrawing his arm and offering a small crooked smile that made Maggie catch her breath again. Stepping to the side, the young man looked up at the board where Maggie had just been standing. "Is this where all the tutors post their hours?" he asked, his eyes skimming the neat row of papers. "They told us at Freshman orientation that we could come here to find out about free tutoring."

Collecting herself, Maggie nodded. "Yeah, all of the ones signed up through the advising office, anyways," she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. "They post their phone numbers and emails so you can get a hold of them. What subject do you need help in?"

"Physics," he replied, stepping closer to the board. "I thought I was good at math, but apparently not the way this guy teaches it." He looked over at her. "Are you a tutor?"

"Political science and English," she answered, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "I'm pretty useless when it comes to math. But Vanessa is a physics major," she said, pointing to a flier which showed the hours, phone number, and picture of a pretty Hispanic girl. "She's famous for getting people through impossible tests. Try giving her a call."

"Thanks, I will!" he responded, pulling a pen from his pocket and scribbling Vanessa's number on his hand. Looking at her, he said, "I'm Aaron, by the way."

"Maggie," she replied, giving a small smile that she hoped was charismatic. "If you're ever in need of a political science tutor, let me know!"

"Sure thing," he said, giving another crooked grin. "See you around."

Maggie left the office with butterflies in her stomach and something like jealousy on her mind. Lucky Vanessa, she thought, surprised by how sullen she suddenly was. For tutors to fraternize with the people they were tutoring wasn't really against any rules, but it was definitely looked down upon and always ended up being a topic of hot gossip. Maggie needed this job and wasn't about to risk it, especially on some Freshman kid. But Aaron was definitely one of the sexiest guys she'd seen in a long time. Possibly ever.

As the months passed, Maggie saw Aaron on a weekly basis as he arrived at the library for his tutoring sessions. Seeing him always made her stomach flutter, but she was quick to look away before she could make eye contact with those blue eyes. When they did come so close that she was unable to pretend she didn't see him, she always gave a wide smile and asked how he was. The conversations were short, but they always left her feeling lighthearted. She found it hard to concentrate on politics and bad grammar knowing he was nearby, completing complicated equations with Vanessa. Even no-strings attached sex had lost its appeal; once in constant need of sexual release, Maggie was now having a hard time getting off with her usual casual partners. Alone in her studio apartment at night, she would think of him as she climbed into bed, her fingers slowly finding their way beneath her lacy panties. Her imagination would run wild with images of his chiseled arms on either side of her face, his muscled chest above her, his body pressed against her, moving inside of her...

The fall term ended and Maggie's final semester began. Though she was taking fewer credit hours now, her workload remained the same, if not more. Her life became classes, weekly essays, and none of the partying that her tutoring was meant to fund. However, when the homework was finished for the day and she was finally rolling into bed in the early hours of the morning, she always found time to think of Aaron.

Following a late tutoring session one night, Maggie was cleaning up her papers in the slowly-emptying library when she heard someone call her name. When she looked up, there stood Aaron. "Hey, do you have a minute?" he asked, his hands in the front pocket of his sweatshirt.

"Sure," she replied, sitting up straighter and wishing she had put on make-up that morning. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you could help me with one of my classes. PoliSci 274: Foreign Policy in Asia," he added. "I'm not a great writer, and the class is really paper-intensive. Maybe you could... edit my papers or something? Have you taken the class?"

"Yeah, I have," she said, her heart pounding in her chest. "I mean, it was two years ago and I'm not big on the Asian politics thing. But I can definitely look over your papers and help you study the major concepts."

"Awesome!" he said enthusiastically. "Are you free tomorrow night? I have a paper due on Monday that's worth like 40% of my grade. But, ya know, if you have plans for Friday..."

"Tomorrow's fine," Maggie interrupted quickly. Blushing slightly, she shook her head. "I don't have any big plans. How about 6:30?"

"Would it be possible to make it 8?" he asked apologetically. "I have a physics lab that runs 'til 7:30 on Fridays."

"Ugh, late class," she said, making what she hoped was a properly-indignant face. "8 is fine. Do you want to meet in the lobby?"

"What about one of those private study rooms on the third floor?" he asked. "I'm sort of ADD when it comes to this class. No distractions, ya know?"

"I get it," she replied, her heart speeding up at the thought of them in a private study room together for hours on end. "That's how I get with math."

"Okay, then," he said with another of his crooked smiles. "I'll see you tomorrow at 8!"

Now it was Friday and Maggie couldn't concentrate. It was 7:55 and she had been at the library for three hours already, her political science textbook open and abandoned in front of her for the past two. She was in a tiny private study room at the end of a long row of books in the constitutional law section, which even on its best days saw only three or four students looking for reference material. She had come early to study for an important midterm, which she must pass if she wanted to graduate at the end of the semester. But how could she, when she would be seeing Aaron at any minute, alone for the first time?

He's a Freshman, she told herself, determinedly pulling the book towards her and trying to read. He's over three years younger than you! You're graduating in two months! Just keep on the straight and narrow and everything will be fine... 

A moment later, there was a click as the door to the study room opened. Maggie jumped as she was pulled from her reverie, then turned as Aaron came through the door. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said, smiling. "Working hard?"

"Hardly," she said, snapping her book shut and scooting her chair to the side as he sat down next to her. The room was sparse and small, about six-by-four feet, with two chairs, a desk built into the wall, and a small fluorescent lamp attached to the underside of the perpetually-locked cupboards above the desk. "I've been trying to read this book all day, but... well, it's pretty much the most boring thing ever."

"I hear that," Aaron agreed, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and momentarily displaying the muscled plates of his stomach. He unzipped his backpack and pulled out a stapled packet which he laid on the desk. "So this is my paper on the Japanese economy after World War II. I think I explained it pretty well, but, ya know, tell me if I missed anything significant."

"Sure," Maggie replied, trying to ignore the butterfly feeling in her chest as she pulled out a purple pen and began to read. Every so often she would make a spelling or grammar correction, or ask him to explain a point. After a while, when the paper was more purple than white, she came to the conclusion that this was one of the worst papers she had ever graded. 

Aaron seemed to read her mind. "I know, I'm not the greatest writer," he said, shrugging his shoulders and looking slightly ashamed. "Which is why I study physics."

"If you don't like writing, then why'd you take a political science class?" Maggie asked, flipping through the pages and unable to contain her astonishment at the dreadfulness of his essay. "It's not required for a physics major, is it? You could've taken a phys-ed class, or art history, or... I dunno, something that wouldn't threaten your GPA!"

He didn't answer for a moment. "That's not why I'm taking the class," he said quietly.

Maggie froze, almost certain she had heard incorrectly. But when she slowly turned her head and looked at him, she knew she had not mistaken his tone. He was staring back at her, his cobalt-blue eyes piercing and serious. He seemed closer to her now than he had only a few seconds before.

"You weren't tutoring art history," Aaron said, and suddenly he was kissing her like she had always wanted him to. He was gentle, his lips caressing hers, his tongue lightly probing the inside of her mouth. The fingers of one hand found their way to her hair, lightly tugging and scratching at her scalp, while the other hand slid slowly up her thigh and to her hip. Maggie was caught off guard for only a moment before she gave in and kissed him back, bringing her hands to his neck and collarbone and relishing in the feel of his warm skin. As she ran her fingers through his hair, she felt her heart race and her panties dampen.

Releasing her hair, Aaron placed both hands on her waist and pulled her powerfully onto his lap, slipping his hands beneath her blouse and around to the skin of her lower back and hip. Maggie breathed heavily against his mouth at the feel of the large bulge beneath his jeans pressing against her inner thigh. She shivered as his hand ran up her stomach and came to rest on one small breast. Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, he teased the nipple with two fingers as she squirmed and moaned. Breaking the kiss, he used both hands to pull her blouse over her head and toss it aside unceremoniously. Maggie reached behind her and undid the clasp of her lacy bra. She let it drop and immediately reached down to pull the striped polo over his head, reveling in the sight of his chest, as toned and muscled as she had imagined.

"God, I've wanted you for months," Maggie whispered when he brought his lips to her shoulder and kissed up her throat. She ran her hands across his hardened shoulders and arms. "I couldn't focus at all today."

"I couldn't sleep last night, thinking about being in here alone with you," he murmured against her skin, his fingers still teasing her nipple. He ran his lips across her skin and down to her breast, taking the other nipple in his mouth. Maggie arched her back and moaned, gripping his shoulders as she squirmed against him. Her panties grew wetter at the sudden thought that someone walking by the door would be able to hear and most definitely see them through the small window.

Releasing her nipple from his mouth, Aaron pivoted Maggie's body so that her back was against his chest and her legs rested on either side of his. She turned her head to kiss him and his left hand found her breast again, teasing the nipple. With his other hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Her breath quickened when his fingers slipped under the thin black material, trailing along the smooth skin until he reached her sensitive area. She gasped and closed her eyes, throwing her head back over his shoulder as he lightly caressed her, coating his finger in her desire. His finger circled the little nub, and when she bit her lip and gripped the side of his leg, he moved downward and slipped two fingers inside of her. 

Maggie cried out, arching her back as he slid his fingers in and out in slow, rhythmic motions. He wrapped his other arm around her stomach, pulling her closer even as her body arched away. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the subtle perfume on her skin. Pressing his thumb against her nub, he added another finger and dove deeper into her. 

Maggie uttered short, breathy cries as she felt her pleasure mounting. With one hand she gripped his thigh and the other she threw behind his neck and held tight. She was nearly there; her juices were streaming down her leg and soaking the leg of his jeans. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, grinding her pelvis against his hand in an attempt to apply even more pressure to her clit. Then he added a fourth finger, and her body exploded in a fierce orgasm. She arched her back and gripped the back of his neck so tightly that it was almost painful, but she didn't utter a sound. Her mouth was open in a silent cry and her eyes still shut tightly, and her body continued to shake uncontrollably as she came away from her orgasm. 

Aaron stroked her stomach and breasts, kissing her neck as she leaned against him, exhausted. After a few moments, she leaned forward and stood shakily, her hands flat on the desk. She looked over her shoulder at him, her face still slightly slack from the intensity of her orgasm. Slowly she pivoted, sinking to her knees in front of him. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking at her wide-eyed.

"Returning the favor," Maggie replied quietly, sliding her hand up his calves, over his knees, and up the inside of his thighs. She undid the button of his jeans and pulled down his zipper while rubbing the growing bulge beneath the fabric. Aaron lifted his hips, allowing her to pull his jeans and boxers down around his ankles. He sighed when his member swung free, long and thick and very erect. Maggie reached forward and brushed the shaft with her fingers; Aaron shivered, hands limp across his thighs. Maggie leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his shaft, her tongue flitting around the head. He groaned, leaning his head back as she slowly began to slide her lips down the thick member. Sucking and licking, she buried him all the way to the base in her mouth, then lifted her head until he was almost out and moved downward again. He lifted his hands and rested them gently in her hair, his eyes now following his member disappearing into her mouth. He felt the pressure building as she increased speed and entwined his fingers in her hair, careful not to press too hard. She was gasping now, both hands gripping his thighs as her head bobbed up and down. At the last moment, she scratched her teeth lightly into the sensitive flesh and his hips bucked. He pulled her up quickly and exploded, his seed covering her breasts as he rocked forward in ecstasy.

Aaron remained motionless for a moment, then looked down to find her gazing up at him with hunger in her eyes. He held out his hand and she grasped it, rising to her feet as he did the same. Placing his hands on her hips, he moved her to the desk and gently pushed her into a sitting position on the edge. "Lie back," he murmured.

Her body shuddered as she lay back against the cool wood. He pulled down her jeans and the lacy black panties, which were now completely soaked through. Her legs and backside hung over the edge of the desk, and when he knelt in front of her, he placed her feet against the backs of the two chairs so that she was completely open to him. "I want to taste you," he whispered huskily.

He moved forward and flipped the little nub with his tongue, reveling in the way her body jumped at his touch. He continued his ministrations, circling his tongue around her lips and lapping greedily at the juices that were flowing freely again. When he felt her body building to another orgasm, he probed his tongue inside her and pulled her hips closer to his mouth. Her arms were flailing, her body shaking. Without pulling away, he reached forward and gripped her wrists in both hands, pinning them to her sides. His member was quickly growing again at the sight of the thrashing woman. She struggled as her body shook more and more violently, digging her nails into the palms of her hands. One more broad stroke of his tongue and she was crying out another orgasm.

Aaron stood, grabbing the still-coming Maggie and sitting her at the edge of the desk. Without pausing to allow her to recover, he positioned himself in front of her and drove himself deep inside her throbbing pussy. Caught off guard, she gasped, throwing her arms around his back and gripping his shoulders with her fingers. He stopped for a moment, breathing heavily as he enjoyed the feel of her tightness gripping him along the entire length of his shaft. He started to move, in and out, slowly and rhythmically, her muscles gripping him as he moved. She buried her face in his neck, releasing little mewls of pleasure as he filled her to the brim.

It was paradise for Maggie, this beautiful man using his shaft to give her the greatest pleasure she had ever felt. He moved expertly inside her, grinding his pelvis against her and simultaneously stimulating her clit. She moaned in utter ecstasy, feeling her eyes brim with tears at the sheer bliss of it all. Reaching down, he pinched the tiny nub and squeezed gently as he moved in and out. She cried out his name over and over, the sound of it lifting her closer and closer.

It seemed that at the same time, they both wanted more. Aaron began moving faster, pumping his hips as his need became greater. The tingling sensation that had been building over time intensified in Maggie's loins, and she rocked forward, meeting his thrusts with her own. Faster and faster they moved together, their cries growing louder and more pained as they came closer to orgasm. Maggie couldn't breathe. She pressed her body as close as she could to Aaron's, muffling her screams in his shoulder. His vision was getting blurry; he grabbed her backside and pulled her closer, thrusting deeper as he groaned. 

And then it happened, an explosion of pleasure for both. Maggie came first, her head thrown back and an animalistic scream tearing from her throat. Her nails dug into his back, leaving behind four bloody furrows on each of his shoulder blades. Aaron thrusted twice more and then withdrew quickly, emptying himself across her legs with a guttural cry. He pushed his fingers into her quivering pussy to prolong her orgasm; even as she tried to pull away from the stimulation, her body continued to shake as her cries slowly diminished.




The Tutor



When it was finished, Maggie rested her cheek on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his chest. Her eyes were half open and her mouth slack as she tried to catch her breath. Aaron rested his chin on the top of her head, caressing her back while feeling the flutterings of her heart return to normal. They remained that way for several moments, relishing the feel of being in each others' arms.

The sound of a bell broke their reverie. "Attention, patrons. The library will be closing in fifteen minutes," said a cool female voice. "Please complete or save all tasks and return all borrowed materials to the front desk before exiting the building."

Maggie lifted her head and looked at Aaron, his fresh face still reddened from their passion. "You never did finish grading my paper," he said with mock seriousness.

"Luckily for you, I also offer private tutoring at home," she replied, leaning forward and giving him a long, deep kiss.



The Tutor



Dell walked into the library and paused, looking for Nate. Dell had been having problems in his biology class lately and decided to get a tutor. Dell and Nate met a couple of times a week for the past month and Dell already saw his grades starting to improve.

Dell saw Nate sitting at a table and went over to greet him. Nate had an average build, but his deep brown skin and black hair was in stark contrast to Dell's fair skin red-orange hair. They had similar personalities, though, and had become quite friendly during the time of their sessions. "What's up, Nate?" Dell said as he approached his tutor.

Before Dell could sit down, Nate responded, "Hold on. I reserved us a private study room today."

"Okay, no problem."

The two of them walked over to the elevators and started talking about the party that was being thrown that weekend. They rode up the elevator to the third floor and walked to the area that held the private study rooms. Nate found the right one and held the door open for Dell. Nate closed the door behind them and they sat at the desk.

They quickly got into their studies. Nate was a very good tutor, and Dell paid attention to everything Nate said. They were going over reproduction, and Dell wanted to make sure he aced the next exam.

They sat on the same side of the desk, so close that their legs occasionally touched. As they got more into the subject, Dell started becoming aroused. The feel of Nate's leg against his started causing his heart to race faster. He tried to find a way to adjust his hardening cock in his pants without Nate noticing, but he had no such luck. Nate noticed the outline of Dell's hard prick in his jeans against his leg and made a joke.

"I guess human reproduction can be a very stimulating subject," he said, a smile on his face.

"I usually don't have this reaction to biology," Dell replied.

"I hope that means I'm making it real for you."

"If you wanna call it that."

Nate put his hand on Dell's leg, right on top of his erection. "Well, we could easily make this an interactive lesson."

Dell watched in shock as Nate reached over and unzipped his pants. Dell breathed in deeply as Nate pulled out his hard rod. Nate's hands were warm and felt good over Dell's cock. "I know what I can do with this," Nate said, licking his lips.

Nate stood up and turned Dell's chair around until it was facing him. He then got on his knees and slowly slid Dell's hard cock into his mouth. Dell's head began spinning as his tutor started sucking his hard dick. Nate's tongue moved all over Dell's rod, licking up the shaft and flicking over the head. Dell started rubbing the back of Nate's head and moaned lowly. Dell watched as Nate bobbed his head up and down, sliding the tool in and out of his mouth. Nate knew how to apply the right amount of pressure with his lips to send waves of pleasure up Dell's spine.

Dell leaned his head back, enjoying the sensations. Nate started moaning with Dell's cock in his mouth, sending vibrations through the hard shaft. Nate used his hand to gently stroke Dell's balls. This sent Dell over the edge, and he grabbed Nate's head and held it in place as he shot his hot load into Nate's mouth. Nate pumped the dick with his hand and lips, milking every drop out of it and swallowing it all.

When Dell was finished, Nate stood up in front of Dell and smiled. As Dell watched, Nate pulled off his shirt and pulled down his pants, letting his hard black cock stand in the air in front of Dell's face. Dell stood up and quickly undressed. He pulled Nate closer to him and gave him a deep kiss, tasting his semen on Nate's tongue. Nate's hands started caressing Dell's round ass while Dell rubbed his hands up and down Nate's chest. Their hard cocks were pressed in between them.

Nate turned Dell around, making him face the table. Dell clenched his hands as he felt Nate's finger gently probing his ass hole. Nate kissed on Dell's neck as he slowly slid his fingertip into the tight orifice. Nate moved his finger around a little, causing Dell to moan in pleasure. Nate slid his finger in deeper, up to the middle knuckle. His other hand reached around and rubbed Dell's smooth chest. 

After a few minutes, Dell reached behind him and grabbed Nate's erection. "This is what I need," he whispered. Nate slid his finger out of Dell's ass and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to the hole. Dell held his breath as Nate slowly slid his cock in. Dell could feel Nate's thick rod filling his tight ass. Dell's heart started beating faster because of the pain. "Be gentle with that monster," he said to Nate. With half his cock in Dell's ass, Nate started pumping in and out, slowly and gently. Nate pulled Dell back towards him, the heat of his chest pressing against Dell's back. Nate reached around Dell and gently played with Dell's balls, slowly rolling them in his fingers. Dell closed his eyes and let the feeling of Nate's rod wash over him. Dell felt like his entire body was on fire, every inch of his skin awake and alive with pleasure. With every pump, Nate slid deeper into Dell's ass, until his groin was able to press against Dell's cheeks.

Nate started nibbling on Dell's earlobe. Dell reached back and held onto the back of Nate's neck. Nate pumped slow but hard, slamming his groin against Dells ass with every stroke. Nate felt his breathing fall in synch with his hip movements. Dell could feel Nate's heartbeat on his back racing faster and faster. A growl escaped from Nate's lips as he orgasmed. Dell felt Nate's hot semen shooting deep in his ass, Nate's cock pulsing with each pump. Nate's entire body shuddered from the sensation, and he held onto Dell as he felt his knees get weak. They stood like that for a few moments until Nate pulled his cock out of Dell's ass. The two of them got dressed and made a date for another tutoring session before leaving.