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Archive-name: Working/tutor.txt


Archive-title: Tutor

    My name's Suzi Taylor, and I teach programming at a local junior college.

What follows is a little personal story about me.  It's very private, and

definitely X-rated!  If that bothers you, don't go any further.  Erase this

file and forget you ever saw it -- no harm done.

    Somehow, women in the computer field have acquired the reputation of

being terribly straight laced and boring.  I've never understood why, and I've

always thought it was my duty to dispel that myth, at least to the best of my


    I'm thirty-two, female, and though I'm not a raving beauty, I'm extremely

sensual looking.  For starters, I'm five foot six, weigh 110 pounds, and have

a size 36 chest.  Since I have a tiny, 22 inch waist, my breasts look

impressively large.  I'm also lucky to have a small, tight ass and attractive,

curvy legs.

    But with my job, looking too sexy can be a real disadvantage, so I

usually dress down, covering up as best I can.  I wear my long blonde hair

wound up in a bun on top of my head, no make-up, loose sweaters and baggy

pants.  At least that's what I wear to work.

    About six months ago, I was contacted by the parents of a seventeen year

old guy named Kevin.  It seems he was really interested in programming, and

for some reason, his parents wanted someone to help select a computer and

software, and then to tutor their son.  The money was very attractive, so I

decided to do it.  When I first met Kevin, I was stunned!  Not only was he a

very bright, rather shy kid; he was gorgeous.  Almost six feet tall, blonde,

tanned, and athletic, Kevin was so good looking I could hardly concentrate as

we talked.

    After they bought a loaded AT clone, I began visiting their house two

evenings a week to teach Kevin to be a programmer.  By the second lesson, I

desperately wanted to teach him something else!  I couldn't believe my luck

when his parents told me they were going away on vacation, a month-long

cruise, but that Kevin would be staying home to continue his lessons.  An aunt

who lived across town was supposed to keep an eye on things, but Kevin was

pretty much on his own.  They paid me in advance for his lessons, and off they


    The very next lesson, I knew what I wanted to do.  An hour before I was

due at their home, I undressed and quickly showered.  I put on a pair of black

panties and a transparent black bra.  My nipples felt full and tingly as they

poked against the cool bra cups.  In seconds they were painfully swollen,

standing tall, deep red and fully erect.

    Slipping my sexiest black garter belt around my waist, I fastened the

little hooks behind my back, enjoying the silky sensation.  I picked out a

pair of long nylon stockings, sheer suntan in color; the kind with real wide,

dark tops.  I don't know why, but nylons always make me feel sexier and more

attractive than panty-hose.  I slid the sheer stockings on, slowly smoothing

them up my well-toned legs as I fastened them to the garter belt.  My shoes

were black leather high heels, cut low on both sides.

    I stood in front of the mirror in my lingerie.  My hair was a golden

cloud that swirled around my shoulders as I made sure my make-up was

fashion-model perfect.  I felt terribly wanton as I put on a short skirt and

tightly fitted blouse, leaving the top three buttons open.

    From the minute I came in the door, Kevin couldn't take his eyes off me.

His eyes instantly locked on my breasts, which crowned subtly but were

distinctly visible within my blouse.  I could hardly control myself as we

worked through his lesson.  He messed up almost everything, obviously

distracted by my flirtatious attire.

    When we were through, I began to implement my scheme.  I stood up, and

feigning a slip, stumbled against the desk, falling to the floor.  As

expected, Kevin jumped to my assistance.

    "It's my right leg.  I think it's just a cramp in the calf," I told him,

"but I don't know if I can walk."

    "Here, Miss Taylor," he offered courteously, "let me help you over to the


    I leaned heavily against him, making sure that my breast pressed warmly

against his arm.  I couple of phony limping steps and I fell back onto the

couch, my skirt "accidentally" sliding up my thighs.

    "You've played sports in school, haven't you, Kevin," I asked.

    "Sure," he answered.  "Football and track."

    "Well, you must have seen all sorts of injuries," I continued.  "Maybe

you could take a look at my leg.  Just to see if it's anything serious."

    "Sure, Miss Taylor," he replied, kneeling in front of me.

    Tenderly, his fingers touched my right calf, caressing the strong muscles

through the sheer nylon of my stocking.  Slowly, I let my knees swing apart,

giving Kevin a clear view all the way to my black panties.  Seconds later, as

he lightly massaged my calf, I saw him peeking up my skirt.

    "Do you think my leg's all right?" I asked.

    "I don't think it's anything serious, Miss Taylor," he said, taking

another peek at my private spot.

    "Kevin!"  I said sternly.  "What are you looking at?"

    "N.n.nothing," he stammered.

    "You were looking up my skirt, young man," I said with mock anger,

"weren't you?"

    Kevin said nothing.  He just looked down at the floor.

    "Would you like a better look?" I asked, my voice like melting butter.

    I didn't wait for an answer.  I stood up, my tingling love grotto just

inches from Kevin's head.  I stood there, with my feet wide apart, my ankles

flexed on my high heeled shoes.  Bending down, I slowly pulled up my skirt,

raising the hem to my waist.  Kevin simply stared.  I don't think he'd ever

seen a woman wearing a garter belt and stockings.

    "I think these stockings make my legs and ankles look really sexy," I

said, boldly turning around so he could see me from all angles.  "Don't you

think so?" I asked.

    "Ohh, Miss Taylor!" Kevin gasped, ogling my stocking-sheathed legs.

    "I love the way they make my thighs feel," I told him, sliding my hands

over the glistening nylon covering my legs.

    "M..Miss Taylor," Kevin stammered, getting to his feet and backing away.

"I don't think we should be doing this.  I don't want to get into any


    "Don't worry, Kevin," I purred reassuringly.

    I walked toward him, my stockings sizzling as I did.  Kevin just stood

there, unable to move.  I dropped my skirt, moving my hand boldly to my

pupil's inner thigh, skimming lightly, appraisingly, over the solid pouch

between his legs.  My finger tips traced the warm, rigid length of his

masculinity, making Kevin tremble.

    "You .... uh .... shouldn't be doing that, Miss Taylor," he said half


    "It's O.K. Kevin.  Why don't you take your clothes off for me," I

whispered hoarsely, my hand between his thighs.

    Kevin had no idea what to do, so he slowly began stripping himself, shirt

first, then pants.  I could see his self-consciousness as he dropped his

pants, his penis standing out in full naked erection, a long, thick pole of

throbbing flesh and blood.

    We stared into each other's eyes.  I reached down and took his hands, and

placed them on my breasts.  Hesitantly, he began to knead my flesh through my

blouse and bra.  I unbuttoned my top slowly, moaning a little as I slipped the

fabric over my skin.

    I reached around and unhooked my bra, uncovering my large, firm breasts.

The nipples were an angry pink, swollen, hard.  Then I undid the button at the

waist of my skirt, slowly unzipped the side, and then turned around, my back

to Kevin.  I lowered my skirt over my buns and bent over to remove it

completely.  When I stood back up, I was naked except for my panties, my

stockings, and my high heeled shoes.

    Before he knew what was happening, I was examining Kevin's spectacular

young peter.  His cock was standing straight up, deep red, and I began to

slide my finger tips along the shaft, touching the soft skin ever so lightly.

At the same time, I reached between his beefy thighs and palmed his balls.

I'd only been touching him for a minute or two when he started to breathe

exceptionally deep and fast.

    "Oh, Jesus," I heard him grunt.  "I can't hold back any longer.  It's

just too much.  I'm going to come!"

    For a moment, I looked fondly at the contorted expression on his face,

then his virile prick was jerking wildly in my hand.  I felt Kevin's thick hot

semen spurting all over my fingers.

    "Oh, my God!  Look at it, Kevin!  God, you're coming so much," I gasped.

    Running my fist up and down his spewing cock fast and hard, I pumped even

more of his semen from his virile young body, until he begged me to stop.

Happily, I licked my fingers, devouring every last drop of his fluid.  Then I

guided Kevin's hand to my groin.  Instinctively, he slipped his hand inside my

panties and quickly located my moist opening.

    "That feels so good!" I exhaled as he slowly probed my lustful sex


    He began to slide his middle finger in and out, and I loved the

stimulation.  He soon had two fingers, then three buried deep inside my horny

cunt.  I bit my lower lip every time I felt my orgasm flaring up.  Several

times I was on the verge of coming, and held back, but then I lost control.

My body exploded in orgasm as I screamed with satisfied lust.

    "Oh baby, do it to my pussy!  Push your hand all the way inside me.  I'm

coming!  Pleeeeease!  Don't stop!"

    I had three quick, shattering orgasms in a row, and I felt like I was

going to pass out.  I practically fell over, and when I finally stopped

shaking, and turned to Kevin and kissed him lightly on the cheek.  Silently, I

had him lie down on his back on the thickly carpeted floor.  I slid my damp

panties down my legs and off, then knelt next to Kevin on the floor.

    Kevin's phallus drooped lazily to the left, showing no sign of the size

and vigor it had only minutes before.  I reached over and lightly caressed his

spongy penis with the finger tips of my right hand.  He jumped the instant my

fingers made contact with his resting organ.

    He spread his thighs, and I reached for his hanging love spheres.  The

tips of my fingers barely touched his gonads when I heard Kevin gasp.  I felt

his balls writhe against my fingertips, as I repeatedly brushed at them.  My

eyes burned as I watched his penis begin to straighten and elongate.

    I curled my fingers around his thickening shaft and lightly milked his

shaft, real slow and easy, tantalizing him.  Virility was pumping back into

his shaft, bringing back his raging erection, if anything more awesome than

before.  Kevin trembled and moaned as I massaged his growing organ.

    Lowering my head to his groin, I exhaled hotly as I lay the tip of his

manhood on my lower lip, extending my tongue so that I could tease the small

little hole into giving me its pearl.

     "Oh, my God!" he moaned.  "Oh, my God!"

    I let my tongue travel in tiny circles, teasingly, gradually centering in

on his most sensitive spot.  And when I got to that tender ridge, Kevin just

stopped breathing, and his entire body tightened up.  Opening my mouth a

little more, I took his whole length in my mouth.  Right down to his hairy


    I closed my lips around the base and held absolutely still for just a

second as a chill ran down my spine.  I rubbed my thighs together, massaging

my burning pussy, nearly climaxing again from the excitement.

    Kevin enlarged rapidly inside my warm suctioning mouth until he was

pushing against the back of my throat.  I began to gag, and I had to withdraw,

letting his now turgid spire slide gradually from my lips.

    Slowly, shakily, I stood up, straddling Kevin's flat, powerful hips with

my widely spread feet.  From a position towering above his reclining body, I

squatted down and grasped his pulsing cock in my hands, guiding it to my

pussy.  I held my cunt above him just an instant, rubbing the head of his cock

between the blonde-haired lips of my pussy.  And then I pushed down.

    He entered my cunt very, very slowly, filling me with his hardness,

stretching the already lubricated walls of my pussy.  I sat erect on his

belly, my head thrown back, my spine in inversed curve, and I could feel his

hardness slipping up into my body.  I could feel the head of his cock

throbbing against the sticky passageway.

    He was like a long thick fire being swallowed by my body, a long thick

hardness moving deeper and deeper up my cunt.  I pushed all the way down, as

hard as I could, and I found myself sitting on his lap.  His cock, that

powerful, merciless shaft was buried to the hilt inside my cunt.

    I began to ride him.  I say I rode him because he did nothing but lie

there under me, his penis standing straight up like a deeply rooted tree.

Gingerly, balancing on my steep heels, I put my hands on my knees and began to

raise and lower my pelvis.  I was literally doing deep-knee bends.  And Kevin

was sliding all the way in, and almost all the way out of me as I moved up and


    I flexed my hips again and again, up and down, an orgasm building like a

crescendo between our bodies.  When the energy was screaming, shrilling

throughout my body, when it could be denied no further by either of us, I

quickly disengaged and turned my body around.

    I pushed my pussy lips into his face.  Kevin had no idea how to respond,

but he instinctively began to lap at my tender flesh.  His tongue stabbed

forward, rasping over my clitoris.  What he lacked in experience, he made up

with enthusiasm.  He licked me from clit to cunt-hole, driving himself up into

my body as our orgasms exploded.

    At the same time, I closed my lips around his cock as he began to

ejaculate.  His thick hot sperm splattered into my mouth and I swallowed every

drop of it, swirling my tongue across the head of his cock as semen pumped out

of him.  I licked him clean, gulping it all down greedily.


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