0 comments/ 108331 views/ 5 favorites Private Tutor By: slitlicker69 I signed up with one of those tutoring companies to make a little extra cash. The first student they sent me was Vicky. Vicky was an 18 year old senior in high school, and she needed a little extra help in her history class so she could graduate. The first time she came to my home I was dressed semi-formally with dress slacks and white dress shirt. Vicky was in a knee-length casual dress. I was pleasantly surprised to see how cute she was--about 5'5" brunette, and a nice shapely figure. She had a friendly personality and a very nice smile, and she was easy to teach. We sat side-by-side on the couch so I could go over her lessons with her. Then I loaned her one of my own books, a book on the Crusades, in order to help her understand the issues discussed in her textbook. Having Vicky in my home, and having her sit next to me while we discussed her lessons was a real joy. We seemed to hit it off so well it seemed like we were old friends before the hour had passed. After I saw her out the door, I returned to the couch to sit next to where she had sat just to sit there and enjoy the smell of her that still lingered. In fact, I felt so much at ease with her that the next time she came over I was dressed rather casually with a green T-shirt to bring out the green in my eyes, and a pair of gym shorts to show off my tanned muscular legs. When Vicky rang the door bell, I was delighted to see that she too was dressed more casually. She had on a skimpy mini-skirt like a lot of the College girls are wearing now. It started about four inches below her navel and ended less than an inch below her crotch---in other words, not much of a skirt at all. On top she had on a white button-down blouse with all of the buttons undone. She had it tied together from the bottom just up under her tits. The result was lots and lots of stomach skin showing, and lots and lots of cleavage, but her nipples were covered. It was also obvious that she was not wearing any bra. I showed her in and walked her to the couch again. She plopped down on the couch right next to me as she took her text book out of her book bag--her tits bouncing with each movement. She sat the book bag on the floor, and scooted herself close to me as we went over her assigned lesson. Her skirt was so short, and so hiked up, I could catch little peeks of her panties as we sat there going over her lesson. After we finished the lesson, she snuggled in a little closer to me. "Mr. Smith," she laid a hand on my thigh. "I want you to know that I studied real hard this week. But I have one question about something in the book you loaned me." "Well, then, let's take a loot at it," I said. With that she stood up off the couch and then bent over to rummage through her book bag. This caused her skimpy mini-skirt to slide up over her ass cheeks--right in front of my face. I drooled over the smooth, creamy skin of her thighs---and the sexy white panties she had on under her skirt. Up underneath her butt I could see the swell of her mound and a pair of very fat pussy lips straining at her panties. And, I felt my cock begin to swell and strain at my underwear. "Ahh, here it is," she said, turning around with the book in her hand. As she handed me the book she leaned over forward with her boobs practically in my face. Her perfume engulfed me and intoxicated me as I stared down her cleavage. I could see my breath making little goose bumps all over her creamy breasts. She resumed her seat next to me, her nipples making obvious bulges against her blouse. Her eyes darted down to my crotch and zeroed in on the growing bulge there, then she looked me in the eyes and smiled. She scooted up as close to me as she could get until our bare thighs were pressed firmly together. She began thumbing through the pages of the book. As she turned the pages, the back of her wrist gently brushed against the bulge in my gym shorts, the tips of her fingers danced on my thigh almost imperceptibly. Her skimpy skirt was hiked up even further than before, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her creamy thighs and her now very visible white panties. Her closeness, the smell of her, the touch of her skin on mine--and the just plain sexiness of her made my poor cock try all the harder to bulge out of my gym shorts. She finally came to the page she was looking for--the one on the conditions of non-Muslims who lived under Islamic rule during the Caliphate. "What is a pole tax?" She asked, the back of her wrist now firmly pressed against my growing, throbbing bulge. Her breasts heaved with each breath she took, and her nipples strained against the thin material of her blouse. At this point I was beginning to fear where this was leading. One part of my mind had visions of law suits and unemployment, but the other part of my mind was just getting plain turned on. After I explained to her what a "pole" tax was, I used the opportunity to rise and return the book to its place on the book shelf on the other side of the room. I had hoped that the respite would give me a chance to cool down. No such luck. Just as I was sliding the book into place I heard her come up behind me. And, against my will my cock quivered and throbbed to the "swish, swish" sound of her creamy young thighs rubbing together as she crossed the room. Suddenly her very erect, very had nipple poked me in the arm as she stood just to the side and in back of me kind of looking over my shoulder at the bookcase. She stood so close to me I could feel the heat of her body all over me. I inhaled her perfume, letting it take me to la-la land. "Do you suppose I could pick out another book to borrow?" "Sure, help your self." She stepped directly in front of me to get a closer look at the books. Our bodies were practically touching now. As she read the title of each book along the shelf she touched it with her index finger. As she went from book to book, she let her body sway side to side just a bit. Soon her ass was oh so gently rubbing back and forth against the bulge in my gym shorts. She bent over to look at the books on a lower shelf pressing her butt in hard against my aching, horny cock. "Oh, this looks interesting", she giggled, drawing the book out of its place on the shelf. The book was "Sex in History" by Reay Tannahill. She scurried back to the couch, plopped down, her tits bouncing all over the place. With her skimpy "skirt" hiked up to the moon, she crossed her legs flashing me plenty of panties as I walked back to the couch to join her. I sat down next to her and she snuggled up real close, her crossed thigh resting on top of mine. Feeling the warm bare flesh of her creamy-smooth thighs pressing down on the bare skin of my own was pure heaven--and caused drops of pre-cum to stain my underwear. As she started to open the book, the bottom edge of the cover caught on the tie of her blouse and her knot came undone. "Opps, excuse me!" She giggled. She grabbed the two ends of the bottom of her blouse and opened her blouse wide so I couldn't help but see her throbbing erect nipples sticking straight out. Catching me gapping open-mouth at her huge hard-on nipples she smiled, giggled, and then retied the ends of her blouse up under her tits. She smoothed out the material of her blouse over her nipples as if she were playing with them, smiled at me again, then returned her attention to the book. She began thumbing through the book until she found a photo of a medieval Mongol painting. It should a picture of a guy fucking donkey or a horse. "Ohhhhhh that's gross!" she giggled, and resumed flipping through pages. "Ahh, but I like this one." She paused to admire a photo taken of an ancient Greek vase. It showed a guy fucking a prostitute. He had his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt. "And this one is even better." She turned to the next page. This photo was another ancient Greek vase, but in this one only the tip of the guy's cock was in the woman's cunt, so his huge tool was mostly exposed. "Nice looking cock this guy's got." She ran her finger up and down along the shaft of it. "Makes me horny just looking at it." Before I knew what was happening she had her hand on the throbbing bulge in my shorts. "Just like this makes me horny," she giggled. "Vicky we shouldn't." Again, images of lawsuits and unemployment flashed through my mind. "Come on, now, no one will know. Besides I'm too fucking horny. And you are too, I've got the evidence right in my hand." She giggled again. Without taking her hand off of my aching cock, she sat the book aside and positioned herself on my lap facing me with her thighs straddling mine and her gorgeous tits quivering and rippling right in front of my eyes. "Okay, you win," I sighed, taking her face between my hands and pulling her into a deep kiss. Her velvet tongue writhing inside my mouth like an eel sent jolts of hot pulses all through my body. My cock almost tore its way through my underwear, it ached so hard to be free. She continued stroking my cock through my shorts as we tongued each others' mouths out. My hands soon worked their way down to her gorgeous globes. I caressed them and rubbed my thumbs over her nipples. Vicky let go of my cock then, undid the tie holding her blouse together and raised up to smoother my face with her tits. My face buried in the cleavage between her golden mounds, I deeply inhaled her aroma as I kissed and fondled her. Turning my face side to side I made mouth love to first one, then the other lush fruit. Then I sucked one of her nipples deep inside me, flicking it with my tongue as my lips worked back and forth on it. "Ummmmmmmm, yessss, suck me, suck me," she moaned squirming her hips and crotch back and forth as I sucked off her tits. My hands soon found their way down to her pert young ass. After fondling her butt through her mini, I slipped my hands up under her skirt to fondle her through her panties. Then I slid one hand around to the front so I could cup her panty-covered cunt with my palm. Meanwhile, her hands were working on my T-shirt, pulling it up my body while I sucked on her tits. I had to stop that glorious endeavor long enough for her to pull my shirt up over my head. As soon as she had my shirt off she got up off me and started pulling my shorts and underwear down at the same time. "Mr. Smith, I bet that toy of yours needs some fresh air. Rise up a moment so we can give it some room." I complied by raising my hips and butt up off the sofa. She quickly yanked my shorts and underwear together all the way down my legs and tossed them aside. I sat there completely naked in front of her, my cock jerking and quivering in the air like an over-grown bobblehead doll. "Ummmmmmm, Mr, Smith! Such a gorgeous cock you've got!" She knelt down between my thighs staring at my throbbing tool. She reached out to touch it. "Much better than the one in the photo." Her sweet hands on my tool made me almost whimper it felt so good. Then she began to play with it, pushing it over to one side then letting go and watching it "sprong" back in place. Or, she would pull it down towards her as far as it would go, then release it and giggle when it snapped back up so hard it slapped against my stomach. "Ughgghghghgod!" I moaned. She removed her blouse and tossed it aside, then she began teasing my cock with her tits. Giggling, she rubbed one of her nipples against the tip of my cock and tried to stick it into the little pee hole. Then she did it with the other nipple. After teasing me like that back and forth one nipple then the other, she stuck my cock between her cleavage and pressed her boobs in from the side so her soft flesh engulfed my throbbing toy. "Fuck my tits, Mr. Smith, fuck my tits! Let me feel your hot cock fuck my tits!" I didn't need much urging. I started pumping away, shoving my hard-on up and down between her fleshy mounds. Each time its one-eyed head popped up from the midst of her tits, she giggled. "Come on, pump me harder, Mr. Smith, fuck my tits harder!" I pumped harder and faster, making my cock's head pop up through her tits further and further. Each time my one-eyed fish head popped into view, she flicked at it with her tongue driving me crazy. The next thing I knew she gave up the tit-fucking and was sucking me off. She took me all the way in her mouth and sucked so hard her cheeks caved in. Then she'd bob her head up and down until I thought she was going to suck my cock completely up out of its roots. I could no longer withstand the pleasure she was giving me without giving her something in return. I reached down under her arm pits and lifted her up. "Vicky, stand up on the couch, please." With my hands steadying and guiding her legs, she placed her feet on either side of my hips, and giggling, stood up directly over my face. I kissed and licked the insides of her thighs while my hands traveled up the backs of her thighs, up under her micro mini and began fondling her ass. Looking straight up her skirt from between her legs was pure heaven. Her sopping wet panties right above my face were almost transparent, they were so wet. The sight of her swollen pussy lips straining against her panties drove my poor aching cock to ever greater levels of aching need. The musky, tangy aroma of girl goo wafting down enveloped me and went straight to my brain making me drunk-high on sex. I grabbed a firm hold of her ass cheeks and mashed my face into her crotch. With my head up her skirt, I munched and sucked on her hot cunt right through her panties. "Nggggggggggg!" She moaned, "Nggggggggggg!" Soon I had her hips pumping away like they had a mind of their own. The more she fucked my face, the harder I sucked her wet-panty-coated cunt. "Nnnnnnnnghghghghgghghod!" She exploded into her panties. Her knees buckled and I helped guide her to a sitting position on my lap. She snuggled against my chest as I embraced her. I kissed her hair, moaning "Ohhhh, sweet baby, sweet baby," in a cooing voice. She nuzzled her face into mine and kissed me lightly on the cheek. And then, again. Then she kissed me tenderly on the lips, and all the while I stroked her gently all over. Soon we were French kissing. I felt her body get all hot again, and then she was ravaging my mouth with her tongue. Somehow I managed to work her panties and skirt off of her so she was as naked as I was. I slipped my hand up between her legs. She was oh so nice and gooey wet---and getting hotter by the second. She raised herself up a bit and slowly guided me inside of her. With her feet planted firmly on either side of me she began to raise and lower her body up and down, sliding my engorged cock in and out of her steaming pussy while I greedily sucked her angry red nipples dangling in front of my face. I was so fried by then, and my cock so fucking horny from doing her that it didn't take me long to explode inside her the way she was bouncing up and down on me. As my hot cum sprayed her G-spot she shivered and lowered herself all the way down on me so her voracious cunt could suck up every drop. Even after I started to go soft, she kept her butt firmly planted on my lap. With her arms around my neck she touched her lips gently to mine and we just breathed into each other. I put my arms around her to hold her close. We just sat like that for blissful moments. Gradually our kisses became more and more urgent. Soon my cock began to stir to life inside of her. "Perhaps we should go into the bedroom," I suggested. Slowly she pulled herself off me freeing my expanding cock from her swampy enclosure. Holding her hand I guided her into the bedroom, and with each step I took my now very hard cock bounced and jiggled in anticipation. "Lie face down on the bed," I told her when we reached the bedroom. I stretched out on top of her, my cock pressed into her butt cheeks. I began kissing and licking the back and sides of her neck, then I slowly worked my way down her back. As I worked my way down her back, kissing and licking slowly taking in all of her, my cock rubbed first against her butt, then against the backs of her thighs, then against the backs of her knees. I kissed and licked every square inch of her clear down to her toes. "Okay, now turn over," I commanded. Then I proceeded to reverse my progress, kissing and licking all over her feet, then working my way up the fronts of her legs. When I reached her pussy, I gave it extra attention with my tongue, then continued working my way up her body until I was sucking on her tits. "Ohhhhh, Mr. Smith, please I can't take it any more! I need you inside of me. Please fuck me!" She raised her legs in the air, parting them and wrapping them around my body. She grabbed my engorged tool and guided it into her dripping, sloppy wet pussy. This time I had no overbearing need to explode right away. I fucked her with long, slow, very gentle movements, making it last as long as I could. Vicky clamped her warm thighs violently against the side of my body and dug her heels into my butt. "Please, Mr. Smith, Ohhhhhh, you're driving me crazy. Fuck me harder, harder, harder! I responded to her urgency, but oh so gradually. I wanted to really drive her over the edge--while making myself last longer. But as she began to rake her nails along my shoulders I started pumping her like a horny dog. "Ohhhhnnnngnnngngngng,yessssss!" she moaned, her own hips thrusting up violently to meet my thrustings. Then we both went off at the same time. I collapsed on top of her, kissing her all over her face. We made love several more times that night. And, needless to say, she got many free Tutoring lessons in subsequent weeks. Private Tutor He stared at me with those piercing eyes that everyone feared. They bore into you from the front of the lecture hall and there was no where to hide. Everyone feared it, yet why did I feel that tumbling in my belly. As he came closer I grew hotter, till I was sure my cheeks where flushing and he could see me tremble. It was a heady combination of fear and lust that consumed me whenever I saw him. I wasn't sure what it was that made me feel this way, I only knew that it was stronger than anything I had felt with anyone! "You're not paying attention young lady." He was right, I wasn't. I was in a constant state of confusion around him and the subject he was teaching went right over my head. "What have I been talking about?" Panic rose in me quickly as I tried in vain to bring back the words that I had watched leave his mouth. I took such pleasure in watching his mouth as he spoke. It was a beautiful mouth, full deep lips... "girl-" His eyes narrowed "you will see me after class." He turned away and resumed speaking in his even deep voice as I sank into the chair. How I wished I had a hole to fall into at this moment. The rest of the class seemed to fly by and couldn't have stopped it no matter how much I wanted to. Though I infatuated over him constantly, I didn't want to be near him because I became that fidgeting silly girl that I hated in his presence. I felt sympathetic eye on me as they left the class. It was the last class of the day and it emptied quickly, the door swinging shut after them to leave just the two of us in the huge hall. I made a long job of packing my books up until there was nothing left for me to do but walk down the few steps to the long desk at the front of the room. He was wiping off the board and I could see the play of muscles in his back as he moved in a side to side sweep. I will my body not to respond but it defied me. He turned and placed the eraser on his desk, brushing his hands together to get the dust from them before he looked to me. "Move over here." He pointed to the spot next to his desk as he sat down. Dropping my bag I moved slowly, looking uneasily to him as I moved to the place his finger indicated. "Young lady it seems you not only have trouble concentrating in my class but you also have trouble following orders. When I tell you to move, you do it quickly, is that understood." He spoke in such a clam voice but its effect was anything but. "Yes Sir," I managed to mumble as my fingers linked and unlinked. My heartbeat was erratic and I couldn't bare look at him so my eyes focused on the floor at my feet. I didn't hear the sweep of the ruler through the air but I certainly felt it on my knuckles and I jumped, squealing as I rubbed them. He calmly put the ruler down and leaned back in his chair. "Young ladies do not fidget, but I see you are not a total loss; keep your eyes lowered girl." I rubbed at the bruised knuckles keeping my eyes on the floor as a tear welled in the corners. "Do you have anything to say to me Chelsea." "I'm sorry Sir," I stammered "For what?" " Umm for not paying attention in class." "And?" he pressed "And for moving too slowly." "And?" My mind raced trying to think "And for fidgeting Sir." He nodded and I breathed a sign of relief thinking surely that I could leave now! Instead he motioned me to his side and I could do nothing but move quickly to where his finger pointed. The softness of my lower lip was pulled between my teeth in worry and waited. I could hear his breath, deep and even; I could see his feet, planted firmly on the floor at the desk and my own small beside his. What I didn't see was his hand gripping me around the waist and moving me as if I weighed nothing to push me over his lap. He pushed his chair from the table making just enough room to squeeze me in. I squealed trying to pull up from his grip around me but it was no use at all, he was too strong. I struggled until there was no energy left in me, just tears that began to fall down my cheeks. "Better," came his deep voice, "Now that you have stopped your protesting we will begin." Begin? Being what, I thought. I didn't have to wait long to find out. One large hand swiftly lifted my short skirt and pulled down my panties till they trapped my knees together. I whimpered as his hand slide over the naked flesh of my bottom, guessing what he had in mind. I flushed deeply, I felt all of me on fire even before the strike of his hand. Such a large hand spanned both cheeks easily and quickly with a crack. I yelped at the pain that flashed through my bottom, stinging it before the hand descended again, too soon to get over the first. Again and again his hand landed on my bottom till the pain mingled into one long ache. I cried in vain, wriggled with out hope. I was captive until he was finished. When the last spank had landed on my hot swore bottom I was all out of fight, laying limply over his lap sobbing quietly. He lifted me easily pulling my panties back in place to stand on my feet, wobbling as the ache spread up my body. The tears continued to fall down my wet face and sobs hiccuped involuntarily. "I would assign you a tutor, but I have none free...so I will have to do." He handed me a piece of paper "Come to my house at 6.30 tonight." Those eyes bore into me " and don't be late." *** Late! How could I be late when I had experienced the repercussions on my backside? All afternoon I fretted about this tutoring session. I didn't want to see him again let alone be in the same room as him. The humiliation was just too great. How had he read my mind so effectively? How had he seen into the darkest places that fantasized about just such things? But what option did I have. Not go and fail the class or worse. Go and possibly experience more of this afternoon. What an option! I rant the doorbell of the old college house, sitting among a group of facality houses with sweating hands and my body shaking to the point that I'm sure he could tell. I was ushered unceremoniously into the living room where a fire burnt in the grate of a room that was utterly comfortable with large furniture giving it a warm feel. I stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to do or say but he was totally at ease pouring some water into glasses and motioning me to a seat. I took the one next to him but keeping a large space between us on the sofa. I found it so hard to concentrate on the words, instead I could only watch his mouth move, or the way his hands stressed a point. He has wonderful hands, I thought, large and strong, and once again I pictured then landing with a resounding thud on my backside. But it was no good, he could tell I was taking in no more than I did in class. "I see you're going to need more than some catch up work young lady." He slowly sipped at the water looking over his glass at me, my discomfort increasing all the time. "Tomorrow and every day after it you will report to my office for some disciplinary measures. That might increase your ability to concentrate in my class. Every evening you will come here for tutoring until I am assured that you are working to the best of your ability. Are we clear child?" he persisted, looking dangerous as you rose to look down at me. "Yes Sir." "Better." He walked around the low table to settle into a soft looking chair, with high arms on the sides that seemed to curl around him. "Put your books down and come stand before me." I didn't hesitate for a moment, closing them with a snap to move towards the chair with my legs shaking uncontrollably. His eyes took me in, from head to toe and back again while I gulped for air. The heat in my body consumed me; the heat in the room made me dizzy. "Remove your panties." My mouth opened in objection. Remove my panties in front of him, he must be insane? Or reading my diary I thought. The look on his face told me I would regret objecting very much. I bent at the waist, slowly pulling the skirt up till my fingers brushed over the cotton, hooking a finger each side to slowly slide them down my legs. I lifted each foot to step out of them, thankful that my skirt had slide back down into place but as if reading my mind he spoke. "Lift your skirt up to your waist child." I gasped, not just at the instruction, but at the words he used, the things he called me, he seemed to see into me and know the best way to control. I felt like liquid as my hands swept up my thighs bringing the short skirt with it, over my tight belly till the skirt was folded around me and eyes bore into my naked flesh "Lovely," was his only word. I blushed to the core as he leaned forward to examine me. It was as if I could feel his eyes like fingers with my naked pussy displayed so well. "Girl, you will find a box on the mantle piece, fetch it for me." I released the material in my hands and moved quickly to the fire, the heat rushing up my thighs to tickle at my nakedness underneath. Gathering the black lacquer box in my hand I returned to him holding it out with both my trembling hands. He brushed mine as he took it, looking down as he flipped the lid. "Return to your position, skirt raised." I did so with out thinking, raising it once more as he arranged things in the box then set it aside on a low table. I could not see what might be inside thought my curiosity was great. I stood as still as my nerves would allow me, while his eyes took in everything. He relaxed enjoying the picture before him as I tried so hard to remain still. It seemed an eternity before he motioned me forward. The few feet seemed to take forever as his hands came out to wrap around my waist and pull me into his lap. It felt like a dream, some kind of fantasy while he laid me over his lap, lowering me onto the large arms of the chair. His hands smoothed over my thighs, over and over again till they open widely. My breath came and went in gasps, in pants, as his hands placed me just were he wanted. Over my belly they swept, moving the skirt higher, under my blouse to gently cup my breasts. His face was placid and told me nothing of his intentions. The heat inside me ignited into flames with each stroke of his strong hands on my skin. When I thought I would die from it they left. I couldn't move, I was filled with such need, that I could only lie there waiting, wanting. "Be still girl." I felt lifeless lying across his legs, my head tumbling back over the armchair. The coldness startled me and I jumped only to have his hand press flat on my belly. "I said be still girl." I whimpered nervously, not able to see what he was doing I could only feel the chill as something was poured onto my pelvis, and rubbed gently over the hair, between the softness of my thighs. I could feel the sweeping movement and knew he was shaving me, doing so precisely and expertly, dipping the razor into the chilly goo and replying it to remove every trace of hair from my pussy. I felt more naked than I had ever been as he worked to reveal me. I clenched my hands, nails biting into the softness of my palms as he moved to the tender area around my clit, using a finger to lift the delicate bud and scrap around it. My heart pounded heard in my chest till I though I it would burst "Shh pet, be very still." The soft words soothed me and hands assured me, relaxing a little as he moved either side of my labia pushing it this way and that as he work. I seemed to be floating, looking down to watch myself in his lap, thighs so very spread while hands expertly shaved me. He gripped one knee strongly and pushed it up to my chest. I had never felt so exposed. Then the other, ordering me to keep them there, knees wide. His fingers were sure as they welded the razor lower, removing every growth of hair. I blushed hotly, feeling it in my cheeks, on my chest. I whimpered softly until he was satisfied that I was fully naked and placed the tools in the box, and lightly grazed his fingers over the smooth skin before lowering my legs to drape once again over his long ones. He flicked lightly at the exposed clit, and fluttered down between the moist lips parting them to stretch the tightness that greeted him. I wanted to feel it, to see it, this new me. While he removed the hair with it went some of my inhibitions. I squirmed under the touch. I felt my mouth opening, gasping in air, moaning as it left me. My arms stretched over my head, tossing through my hair as I draped over his, wriggling at this amazing excitement pulsing through me. Squirming as warm fingers dipped within me, teasing and tormenting me into a state of ecstasy, till I was begging softly, words that where leaving me of there own accord, words begging for more. But just as I grew to the peak of something, something warm and wet within me, I was lifted, cradled to him for a moment of sheer bliss. I could feel the strength, the sheer control of him over me and I knew then that I wanted to feel this always. His mouth opened wide to take my throat in its grasp, I was prey to him, and he had captured me. I could only whimper softly at the bite, as teeth sunk into me, marking me, then move up to take my mouth plunging a tongue to wrap around mine, licking, sucking till it too was controlled. The comfort of his arms disappeared as he lowered me to the floor, to kneel at his feet, spreading my thighs wide with his foot. Apt hands quickly removed the blouse and bra till I was naked, shaven and spread before him. One of his hands gripped my cheeks, squeezing till my mouth opened wide, till my eyes flashed in fear. I could feel the sting of his teeth marks on my neck where his teeth had been and I knew he was looking at the marks. He smiled softly while tears fell down my cheeks. With the tenderness of soft fingers he swept them away. "There is no need for tears my pet, no need for fear." I believed him and felt the calm around me as he brought me closer, till he brought my face into his crutch so I could watch his hand free the cock that sprung before my face and into my mouth. Cupping my chin in one hand he wrapped my hair in the other, and pushed slowly till it filled me, pushed between my lips, sliding across my tongue, over the ripples at the roof of my mouth and down into my throat. I shall always remember the look in his eyes as my throat received him. The bliss he showed me in pleasing him. Our eyes locked as he held me there, fully in my throat, my nose pressed up against his hard stomach. I tried to pull back but it was useless, his hands held me strong against him. "Swallow, girl." I tried to obey but the fullness in my throat was too much, my eyes watered and I was sure I would pass out. "Swallow!" His voice hardened, giving me no option but to obey. I swallowed and the pressure eased only to be replaced again. "Swallow," and I did again and again, holding him firm in my mouth. Slowly he began to move, sliding softly while hands tightened and the contrast is so electric I could feel it climbing up my spine. I could feel it pooling in my stomach, tightening into mass that grew and hardened. My eyes looked to him desperately with out knowing what I was asking for. His head arched, your body tightened, his hands griped my head as he began to slam his cock in and out of my mouth. Guttural sounds erupted from his mouth; groans from my own as I squirmed on the floor, pushing my body between his legs to rub against him. My mouth watered around his cock, my tongue pressed it up to rub over my mouth as it rushed in and out faster with every stroke. Eventually I could only remain still while he fucked my mouth. Arching my head back I simply opened it wide for him to use. He looked to me with such caring and tenderness yet the hands were tight and hard and his cock plunged in and out. I thought that I would go insane with the pressure building in my body, with the scorching heat that went round and round in my stomach. I could feel him harden, grow tighter in my mouth, throbbing heavily before he yelled loudly, screaming up into the ceiling as he came down my throat in a torrent of thick seed. I swallowed over and over with every spurt, instinctively knowing not to lose a drop. His hands wound around my hair gathering it to him, tossing it here and there as I wriggled out of control, rubbing myself up against his foot, my warm wet cunt sliding over it. In slow motion he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Cum pet!" And I did. I screamed over and over as my body lost control and exploded over his foot as he grinded it into me. The slight pain of the foot digging into my smooth pussy mingled with the ultimate pleasure. I fell back, squirming on the floor, gasping every breath I could. Lightly he gathered me to him, pressing my face into his neck, his hands smoothing over my back and bottom, soothing me with such tender words as I whimpered uncontrollably. I woke in his arms, snuggled into his lap in the chair, not sure how long I had slept. It was dark outside and I felt dazed. My mouth was sore and I blushed to remember why. My backside was just as sore. Every time I moved I remembered the hand coming down on it. He slowly slide his hand between my thighs and I opened them eagerly, feeling the soft wetness that he gave me trickle over his fingers. Lightly he gathered the juice and brought it to his mouth, as I blushed deeply. His arms gathered me closer and his voice soft in my ear. "Tomorrow you will have reason to fall asleep slut. Now off with you and dressed. I'll see you in my office for your punishment after class tomorrow." Oh no I thought, the punishment. I dressed and turned to go. "Does a girl leave before cleaning up her mess?" I gulped and shook my head, flushed from head to toe but bend where he pushed me, sliding down to lay on the floor and lick his boot clean of my cum. Private Tutor Flipping through some websites out of boredom Faye got the urge to see what was on a well known porn site. Flipping through various pages she finds nothing of interest. "Same ol' same ol'" muttered Faye to herself. Bored with her web surfing she turned on the TV but couldn't focus. She had apparently stirred a sexual thirst within her that needed tending to now. Leaning over the side of her bed she begins her search. "Of course this only half fixes the problem" thought Faye pulling out a red vibrator with small orange flames up the sides. "Guess that's why I hardly use this thing" she thought to herself. Leaning back on piled pillows she covers herself with her blankets and snuggles into the bed with her vibrator in hand. Closing her eyes she begins to drift off in her imagination. Images of her high school come to mind but faces of people she doesn't know. She pictures herself as someone else, she calls imaginary self Cara. Cara walks through the hallways to her high school unaware of the many other students walking past her, rushing to class. Turning the corner to the math hallway she bumps into the star quarter back Dean Thomson. "Geese watch it!" Dean barked brushing past her giving a sideways evil glare. "Yeah, whatever," Cara grumbled continuing to stare at the floor as she followed Dean into Trig 2 class. Dean, of course, once again picked his seat in the back of the class next to his fellow football teammate Demetrius. "Hey Dee, you see Mark's weirdo socks in the locker room earlier? Swear, one day he'll get his ass kicked for wearin' stupid shit like those in college." Dean laughed. Dee joined in equally mocking Mark's poor ability to wear stylish clothing. "Alright class, close the holes in the faces and open the ones in your ears and listen up. Pop quiz!" Mr. Moorefield grinned. Fredrick Moorefield is usually known as the funniest teacher in the whole school but today, he was in a foul mood and ready to take it out on his students in the best way he knew how...quizzing them on stuff they just reviewed a day ago. Naturally the entire class moaned their annoyance and proceeded to get pencils and calculators out. At the end of class everyone one by one handed in their quizzes and was asked to not speak until out of the room. "How'd you do?" Dean whispered to Dee. "Sucked balls dude, sucked hairy balls" Dee replied. "Shhh," hushed Cara to the both of them. "And thus is why I am requesting you get tutoring for this class," replied Mr. Moorefield obviously annoyed at such a remark on a day like this "I am also making note that the three of you will be joining me for detention tomorrow after school for one hour due to the fact that neither of you can apparently follow directions." "Damnit!" Dean moaned "And that'll cost you all two days detention Mr. Thompson, wanna push for 3?" "No sir" Dean mumbled walking past the desk as he got his heels kicked from behind by Dee. The next day after school Dee, Dean and Cara were sitting in the class room waiting for everyone to finish piling out. "Now I'm stepping out for a moment to do my bus loop duties and when I get back we will start the tutoring. Until then preoccupy yourselves with completing the problems on pages 120 to 125." Mr. Moorefield ordered as he walked out the door shutting it behind him. "Not enough ass" Dean stated randomly to Dee. "What's that supposed to mean?" Cara questioned "Means the man's not getting' enough ass at home so he's bitchin at us because of it" Dee responded, "don't blame him, I don't get enough either" he laughed with Dean. "Come to think of it...Cara seems like a nice piece of ass, what chu think Dee?" "Fuck off" Cara spat "Oh, got ourselves a feisty one" Dee replied getting out of his seat heading towards Cara. "What are you doing? I said fuck off" Cara cowered in her desk "What am I doing, oh baby doll, I'm getting me some much needed ass, haven't you been paying attention?" Dean answered for Dee as he followed in suit towards Cara. Cara jumped up and attempted to run towards the door. Dee being on defensive line easily tackled her and pinned her face down against the teacher's desk letting his hands slide up her shirt as he did so. Turning her over onto her back, he used his full weight to hold her against the desk as he attempted to undo her pants. Cara fought endlessly against her attacker but ended up having her upper body held down by Dean with her arms folded across her chest which in turn made it easier for Dee to remove her pants. "Damn, now that's what I'm talkin' bout" said Dean admiring Cara's nicely shaped legs as his eyes wandered higher. Nice silky smooth legs ending at black lace panties all on the perfect body. Cara kicked at Dee missing him within inches of his crotch. "I love feisty" Dee mumbled as he forced Cara's legs apart and placed himself between them. He rubbed her legs sensually. He bent over and started kissing up her thighs and rolling his tongue under the edges of her lace panties. "That's fuckin' hot" Dean states in approval hoisting Cara up against him so she's in a more reclined position, her arms still held folded across her chest so she couldn't move. Dean started kissing her neck as he pressed against her back. "Better give in sweet heart or this is gonna be painful for you, I hear Dee here's a big guy" Dean whispered in her ear. "Fuck you" Cara snapped between clenched teeth. "Oh that is exactly what's intended lover" Dean whispered. Sliding his fingers under her panties Dee explored Cara even more. "These have got to go," Dee moaned as he slid her panties down her legs very slowly admiring her body as he did so. Leaning forward once more he continued kissing her thighs slowly moving to her bikini area. "You taste good kitten" he moaned again licking her clit while rubbing his hands up and down her legs still. Feeling the initial motion of his tongue against her body she wanted to cringe but now that he had reached her more sensitive areas she began to cave in to the pleasure. "That's a girl" reassured Dean "just give in." Cara squirmed a bit against him but wasn't really trying to break free as she was before; she gave up on the attempt. He released one hand from holding her arms roaming up her arm and down her back. Searching under her shirt he looks over to see Dee's tongue deep in Cara along with two fingers sliding in and out rhythmically. Dean unhooks Cara's bra and before she can protest again, in one quick movement he pulled her shirt and bra over her head throwing both behind him as he rapidly wrapped his arms back around hers to hold her still. Again he returned to holding her dainty wrists with one of his big hands while his other hand roamed her body, cupping her breasts, fingering the nipples, stroking her sensitive sides and belly while kissing her neck and nipping at her ear. Cara couldn't help herself, everything about this told her it was just wrong but to be honest, how often would anyone get this opportunity? She turned cocked her head back and welcomed Dean's forceful kiss, his tongue jutting in and out exploring her mouth, his left hand firmly holding her wrists at bay, his right hand groping blindly around her body all while Dee is thrusting his fingers in her steadily faster and faster as he continues to lick and kiss her back and forth from thighs to clit. Dean slid his free roaming hand down her back to his pants and unbuttoned them. He slid off the table from behind her, undressed himself from the waist down and returned back to his position behind her all without letting go of her wrists or her abrasive kiss. Noticing this Dee lifts up Cara's hips by cupping her buttocks and burying his face into her. "Don't mind if I do," Dean moans rotating his hips around to position his self to lie beneath Cara. Her back on his belly, his hand around her wrists, his mouth sucking on her shoulders, his right hand caressing every part of her... Cara forgot herself and moaned in pleasure. Dee grabbed Dean's free roaming hand and pulled it towards Cara's crotch. "Take over for a minute" Dee requested as he as well took the opportunity to undress and moved towards Cara's upper body. Dee bent over the desk and grabbed Cara forcefully by the hair going in for a deep kiss. Cara initially fought his kiss, she didn't like how over powering it was, but neither Dean nor Dee were about to let her protest anything else they wanted to do to her. With one hand gripping her hair he used his other to stroke himself. Almost unanimously Dean decided to insert himself into Cara and Dee decided he wanted Cara's mouth on his dick. Cara moaned in protest again but welcomed Dean's hard shaft inside her as well as Dee's. What Dee didn't know was Cara was actually a pretty decent amateur at sucking cock. Her tongue roamed his shaft for a while before she placed the head in her mouth. Cara squirmed to free at least one of her hands. "mmmm think we can trust her Dean?" Dean looked over to see Cara's mouth on Dee's cock and groaned in approval. Tightly grabbing her waist he thrust into her as hard as he could. Cara's mouth let Dee loose long enough to yelp. "hmm, sit her up man, lets see how she can ride" Dee still holding onto Cara's hair helped push her up into a sitting position on the desk with Dean still underneath her. Leaning Cara forward enough to continue pleasuring Dee with her newfound freedom of movement, Dean took the opportunity to grab a hold of Cara's ass and thrust himself fully into her. In and out, in and out. Dee thrusting himself into Cara's mouth, holding her head where he wanted it with his grip on her hair. Cara stroked his cock with one hand while bracing herself with her other hand on the side of the desk. After only a few minutes Dee exclaimed "fucking cock tease!" and pushed her backward onto Dean. Dean wrapped his entire left arm around her chest, withdrew himself from her replacing his dick in her ass instead. Cara let out a yelp again and fought against this, she never had anal sex before. "Easy baby," Dean muttered in her ear. He held where he was so he wouldn't hurt her too much, he could tell she wasn't used to it. Dee on the other hand leaned over them both and forced his self into her thrusting as deep and hard as he could. Dean's arm across her chest holding her down against him, his cock in her ass, his right hand firmly holding onto her hip. Dee's deep thrusts one after another, one hand on her other hip holding her high enough to receive each penetrating push, his other hand grabbing a hold of her breasts. Cara almost screamed, she bit her lip till it almost bled. Dean slid his arm up off her chest and used his hand to motion her into another kiss. When Cara turned her head she noticed the door to the room...there stood Mr. Moorefield, the door shut behind him. Cara panicked, she fought to free herself. "Oh, don't stop on my accord" Mr. Moorefield stated. "Fucking took you long enough!" Dee said barely looking over his shoulder long enough to address him. "No, stop," Cara stammered. "Wait." She continued to squirm. "I said take it easy baby," Dean replied "Freddy get over here and shut her pretty mouth up for us will ya?" Fred Moorefield walked slowly towards the three on his desk, slowly digesting the scene piece by piece. Dean lying on his back on top of the desk, slowly beginning to anally fuck Cara whom was laying face up on top of him, one of Dean's hands holding her waist his other hand now rubbing its finger tips across her belly. Cara was preparing to take on the full force of two hard cocks thrusting inside her and protesting every last bit of it both verbally and physically now even though she kept her hands held out so that Dee's abdomen hit against them each time he tore into her. Dee with his hands wrapped around Cara's legs holding them up and apart, with his back slightly arced pushing himself into her moist, tight hole as hard as he could. Again Cara had her hair grabbed but not as roughly as before. Fred looked down at her and stroked her cheek. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't walk right afterwards," he leaned in to talk in her ear, "but for now, I want your mouth on my dick, alright?" He unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out. Cara at this point is being fucked both anally and vaginally in rhythm and trying not to utter a moan, she mistakenly looked too eager to have a hard shaft in her mouth as well. Fred nearly gagged her but Cara recovered quickly and was soon rubbing and sucking her teacher's dick as best she could. Fred kept rubbing her cheek with one hand "that's a girl, mmm", he moaned as he held her head in place by holding her hair just as Dee did. "Damn girl, could you teach my wife to do this as good as you? Ah, take it baby." He moaned again and pushed himself as far as he could into her mouth without her gagging. At that moment Dee came in Cara. He leaned over her propping himself up on the desk over her, sweat dripping from his chest to hers. "oh get off her, let me show you how its done." Fred ordered. Dee bent down and licked Cara's naval and kissed her breasts, leaned forward and sucked on her neck and withdrew himself from her. Dean released his hold on Cara as Fred put his hand out towards hers to pull her up off of Dean. Fred wrapped his arm around her waist and grabbed her face towards his to kiss her deeply. Cara welcomed the embrace; it was a short break from being fucked so hard. His hand slid from her face to the nape of her neck then down her back. A shiver ran down her back. He pulled her in as close as he could and kept her occupied with his tongue in her mouth. The next thing Cara knew she was up against the black board with Fred pressed hard against her back. He bit her neck and kissed down her back, his hands running down the length of her as he did so. Leaning against her again he slowly stood up letting his hands trail the insides of her calves, thighs, buttocks, and stop at her lower back. He pulled her waist out while still keeping her chest firmly against the blackboard with one hand. He ran his fingers over her clit a few times then slowly inserted his hard cock inside her. Cara groaned in spite of her self; Dee was a big guy as Dean warned but Fred was a bit bigger in girth. He held her waist and rocked her towards him as he thrust inside her again and again. Harder and harder each time. Using one hand he pulled her hair leaning her back making her body arch. "Ahh..." Cara protested. "Mmm what's the matter baby? Too much for you? Huh?" Fred whispered in her ear. He withdrew himself and pulled her by the wrist towards the desk again. Pushing her face down bent over the desk with one hand he inserted himself again and started fucking her harder and faster. "Ahhh.." Cara protested again. He pulled one of her legs up towards his waist and grabbed her hip tightly giving one deep penetration then slowed down his pace a little. He teased her. Holding her leg up, pulling her hips towards him he barely moved in and out of her now. Removing his hand from her hip he withdrew his penis from her and teased her more with rubbing the head against her groin, up and down, inserting just the head and withdrawing it again a few times. Fred moaned. "Mmm let's see how much you can take." He returned to fucking her has hard as he could. Breaking a sweat now, pulling hard on her hip and still holding her leg waist high he fucked her in and out, hard and deep. Cara had one orgasm after another. He dropped her leg and leaned over her to pull her up off the desk towards him. He put her hands on the end of the desk and pulled on her hips hard thrusting her towards him. Dean took the opportunity to jump back up on the desk and grab her at the nape of the neck. He jammed his tongue in her mouth. Cara was getting fucked hard by Fred from behind and enjoying every moment of him pulling her towards him as he pushed himself into her. Cara enjoyed Dean's deep forceful kiss. Dean let her head go enough to angle her to look towards him masturbating. He wanted her to watch him pleasure himself while she was getting fucked from behind. "Hmm good idea," Dee stated and began doing the same. Fred let one hand go from her hips and slid them down to her clit to stimulate her climax. He could feel her body tighten around his dick and her legs starting to give out. Cara had another orgasm and leaned forward on her arms more. Cara came on Fred's dick; Fred returned the favor by cumming inside her. Dean pulled Cara's head to the side and held it there. Both Dean and Demetrius came on Cara's face and neck. Fred carefully pulled Cara towards him and slid her to a sitting position on the floor. "I've got hand towels in my desk Dean, hand me one will ya?" he asked. Dean tossed him a towel. "You're a good fuck my dear, best I've had in a long time" he replied helping clean Cara off. "Can't say I've got any complaints." Dean agreed putting his clothes back on. "Sounds like tomorrow's detention is going to be rather interesting" Demetrius smirked. "You sure you didn't want to push for three Dean. I won't mind." Laughed Fred. "Is this gonna be on the next quiz?" giggled Cara as she was being assisted on her feet by Dean. The three of them shared a laugh and grabbed their things to leave. Faye clicked her vibrator off and again relaxed into her pile of pillows. She came twice and the bed was wet where she sat but she didn't care. Faye finally had something worth while to masturbate to and was quite satisfied. FIN