Private Tutor

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 muğla escort 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 rhodope-mugla.org 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.