The Tutor
The Tutor
Nerds are a very underrated group, and they are the only group that makes a good tutor. Or at least that is what I think. Though I mostly consider anyone who enjoys reading a nerd, which might be  because I am not all that bright myself… Normally an admission of that nature would be considered painful, but in this case if I had been a little smarter I would not have met Beth…
Beth is the smartest senior at my school, easily pulling in all A’s every term and being a shoe in for the classes valedictorian, and luckily for me she is a tutor in about 5 different subjects.
Although we had been going to school together since we were kids, and even lived on the same block, I never really noticed Beth until our senior year together. While I was always a good looking guy (if I do say so myself)Â Beth was a little gangly and awkward until puberty hit her like a ton of bricks.
For some reason she was not considered one of the popular kids, though perhaps that is because she always has her pretty face hidden by a thick book. If you tuned out the nerdish personality and the bookworm hobbies she was actually a fairly perfect specimen of womanhood. Long reddish brown hair framed an innocent face that always appeared younger than her 18 years. Although she was not the most well endowed of the girls in school, her breasts (as I would later find out) were full and symmetrical and possessed a charm and attraction that large breasts could never quite match. To round it all off she had a charming and unprepossessing personality that made her innocently beautiful in a way that the more worldly girls could only aspire to, although there had been rumors that she had gotten some of her A’s by fucking a few of the professors at the school to earn some… “extra credit”.
We met shortly after midterms. I, like usual, failed pretty much every one. However in a change of events that shocked everyone, the teachers decided that they had enough of me trying to barely get by. It was suggested, rather strongly and in a way that communicated even to someone as dim as I that this was not so much a suggestion as a politely worded command, that I seek a tutor to help me raise my grades. Beth was suggested as a logical candidate as she was acing every class I was failing. So, given no real alternatives I set out to secure my tutor.
I found her, as she so often was, in the library, her head buried in a pile of books that was nearly as tall as she was. The mountain of paper looked to be stacked rather unsteadily and appeared in danger of collapsing at any moment, an event which would undoubtedly require a search team to locate her body should it come to pass…
“Uh… Beth?” I asked. Although I was no stranger to the fairer sex I was unusually nervous to be approaching her. Had I been honest with myself I would have admitted that her intelligence was rather intimidating to me.
“What? Oh! Yes, hello. Can I help you?” she stammered. She blushed nervously as she looked at me.
“Yes, Mr. Studer suggested that I hire you as a tutor. Truth be told he suggested that I do anything at all to convince you, including getting down on my knees to beg, as my graduating may likely depend on your answer.” I said.
“Oh? What classes do you need tutoring in?” She asked. She seemed to gain in confidence as she entered into terrain with which she was more comfortable.
“I need math, english, and anatomy.” I said sheepishly.
“Alright, I think that can be arranged. I charge $15 an hour due at the end of each session.” she said.
“Ok, I think I can convince my parents that this is important… you know, since it is…” I said. She smiled at my attempt at wit and I actually felt my heart speed up. She might be innocent but she is beautiful in a way that only those who are ignorant of their beauty can be.
“How about this Saturday at 5?” she asked.
“Alright, but my parents will be out of town, is that ok?” I asked
“So long as you promise not to murder me…” she said. She winked at me to indicate that she was joking around.
“Alright, I promise, no murdering. I will see you Saturday.” I said with a laugh.
I walked away, leaving her to her pile of books. Although I was unaware of any change an onlooker might have noticed a spring in my step that was not there before.
The week dragged by with deliberate slowness until at last Saturday came. When at last Beth arrived at my house I was as nervous as a father on prom night. We worked through the material that she had brought with her and although I tried as hard as I could to pay attention to her words, the gentle swell of her breasts pushing through the thin material of her shirt drew my eye like a magnet. More embarrassing was the fact that I was pretty sure she caught me staring more than once, and she blushed vividly each time.
I was disappointed when the end of the session came to quickly, in the way that things you are dreading often come to pass. As she put her things away I thought quickly for a pretense to keep her there longer.
“Alright, I was here for 3 hours, so that will be $45.” she said
“Ummm… I didn’t think we were going to be here so long, my parents only gave me $30. Can I pay you the rest of what I owe you on Monday?” I asked embarrassed.
“I told you that I required payment at the end of the session.” She said sternly.
“I know… I’m sorry.” I said
“Well… maybe we can come up with some other sort of payment…” she said
My eyes shot up in surprise. I was sure that I had misheard her, or that I was misunderstanding her meaning. After all there was no way a good girl like her could be suggesting what I thought she was suggesting.
“Like what… I mean I guess I could give you some DVD’s or something to cover the rest of it…” I offered lamely.
“I was thinking or taking what you owe me out in trade…” she said. “I have noticed you watching me, checking me out. Maybe you would like to have some fun?” she asked. Her previous shyness had vanished, and it was all I could do to keep my jaw from dropping in shock.
“What….?” I stammered in surprise.
“Come on… don’t you want to fuck me?” she asked lewdly. She ran her hands over her chest, pawing at her flesh through the thin layer of fabric. Her nipples stood up immediately, pressing against her shirt like twin peaks.
“Fuck yes I want to!” I said. I was still concerned that this was some kind of prank, or a joke, or somehow still some sort of misunderstanding. However she quickly removed any possibility of that.
She dropped down in front of me, pulling my pants and underwear off in one motion. My cock stood up on its own, rigid and erect with my raging desire.
“Oh my god! It’s… so big!” She gasped in surprise.
“That’s what she said?” I joked
She gave me a look of wordless condemnation that lasted only a moment as her face melted into a look of pure ecstasy as she wrapped her lips around my cock. She moaned the way someone might moan when they take their first drink of water after being lost in the desert for a week.
Although she had professed relative inexperience with all things sexual she worked on my cock with a mastery that could only have been born of long hours of practice. The rumor that she had fucked several of the professors in order to make the honor role entered into my head for a moment, but her skillful cock sucking removed the thought and every other from my head as all the blood was needed south of my brain.
She bobbed and twisted, her head turning first one way and then the other as my cock slipped in and out of her mouth. One hand kept time with her head, rising and falling in time with her lips, the other gripped my balls with gentle but firm pressure.
“Oh goooooddddddd…. you are so… good at that!” I moaned. I normally tried to be as quiet as I could during sex, a legacy of all of my early sexual experiences having to be hidden from nosy parents, but I was unable to keep my silence with her.
“Oh? Am I?” she asked, an innocent smile that did nothing to hide the evident sarcasm in her eyes. She maintained firm eye contact with me, continuing to stroke my rigid cock.
Although I tried to think of something witty to say in response but my mind was blank, all that I could manage being a groan of pleasure, which frustratingly enough only caused her smile to widen.
I reached out and pulled her to me. She gasped with a surprised giggle as I lifted her easily from the ground and into my lap. My hand slipped beneath her plaid skirt and discovered, to my delight, only the smooth skin of her shaved cunt. I ran one finger along the length of her slit, savoring the wet heat of her pussy. Now it was her turn to moan, her body shivering and squirming in my lap as I played between her legs.
“Mmmmm… I am so wet right now…” She moaned in my ear. Leaning in close she ran her tongue along the outside of my ear, causing me to shiver in anticipation.
“Um, Yeah… I can kind of tell.” I whispered back. I slipped my index and middle finger inside of her. I crooked my fingers, hitting her g-spot with careful precision while at the same time rubbing my thumb back and forth over her clit. The response was immediate, her body convulsed and she moaned loudly. One hand reached up to paw at her breasts through the thin material of her shirt. I quickened my speed, thrusting my fingers in and out of her rapidly until I felt the rhythmic muscular flexing that signaled her orgasm.
“Oh god! I’m cumming!” She moaned loudly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, hanging on to me as her body shuddered in the throes of her pleasure. She was still a moment, the only movement being her rapid heavy breathing as she fought to slow her heart.
“Enough play! Fuck me!” she commanded.
I pushed her down and flipped her skirt up to reveal the perfectly smooth lips of her cunt and her pretty pink little asshole. Wasting no time I slammed my cock into her already aching cunt. It met with no resistance as it split the lips of her moist pussy.
“God it’s so thick! You are going to split me in half!” she moaned, but she made no move to stop me.
I grabbed onto her milky white hips, pulling her back against me. I could feel every muscle in her pussy flex around my cock, she was easily the tightest girl I had ever fucked before. I thrust into her with careless force, smiling to myself at the wet smack of my cock into her well lubricated hole. This was the first time I had ever fucked a girl without wearing a condom, and the difference was indescribable.
“I am cumming!” She moaned again.
I made no effort to slacken my pace, thrusting into her over and over. I reached down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her up. I could feel the muscles of her cunt spasm as she squealed in a mixture of pain and pleasure at the rough treatment. Her back arched bringing her body closer to me and I took advantage of the position to cup one of her breasts with my free hand. She writhed under me, her hips grinding back against mine with each thrust as she tried to match my movements.
I pulled my cock free of her, earning a look of pure confusion as her orgasm flooded brain tried to make sense of what was happening. Before she had a chance to regroup I lifted her, spinning her around and dropping her onto the couch. I gripped her shirt and yanked. I was rewarded with a sundering of cloth as the thin fabric of her shirt ripped under my assault and revealed the pale skin and rosy pink nipples of her breasts to my gaze. She squealed again, as much in frustration at the desecration of her shirt as in enjoyment at the dominating behavior. I gripped her breasts, squeezing them firmly in each hand. After a moment I pulled her closer until her ass and pussy hung out over the edge of the couch. I could feel my own orgasm building and in an effort to postpone the inevitable I teased her, running the head of my cock through the moist lips of her pussy. She moaned and squirmed, eager for my cock to force its way inside her again.
“Please sir…. please fuck me?” she begged in quiet desperation.
My heart raced at the sound of her lust filled voice, begging me to fuck her like a common whore. Every man wants a girl who is innocent in public but as dirty as can be in the bedroom.
“Oh? You want me to fuck you?” I asked smugly.
“Yes please, I want you to fuck my pussy…” she moaned
“Like this?” I asked as I slammed my cock back inside of her.
“Yes sir!” She moaned
My teasing had done little to stave of my inevitable orgasm, and I could feel my balls starting to tighten.
“I am going to cum soon.” I moaned.
“Please sir, pump me full of your cum.” she begged.
“I am not wearing a condom…” I warned her.
“I don’t fucking care!” she responded
I thrust again, twice, and a third time before my cock exploded into her tight little hole. My orgasm was met with one in kind and her cunt squeezed and contracted around me, milking my cock for every drop of cum. I felt like I must have filled her up, I almost expected cum to come out of her nose.
“Fuck… that was amazing…” I sighed happily.
I collapsed next to her on the couch, reaching up absently to play with her still exposed breasts. Both of our bodies were covered in sweat and we raced each other to get our breathing under control.
“I came so many fucking times…” she giggled happily, “Your cock is so big!”
“Uh… You’re welcome?” I said, I was unsure how to respond to the complement.
“I never said thank you…” She laughed.
I sighed and rested my head on her shoulder as we basked in the afterglow of our orgasms. I felt a twinge of worry that the cum that continued to flow out of her pretty pink pussy might get her pregnant, but it would almost be worth it to see her breasts swell and fill with milk as her stomach expanded with my child. But that was a worry for another day…