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The Tutors, Part One, by Ann Douglas
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
-THE TUTOR-
- part two-
by Ann Douglas
Scott slept late on Saturday, not crawling
out of bed until noon. He'd stayed up late thinking
about tonight. What he would do. How nice it was
going to feel. First he wanted to have her wrap
those hot lips around his cock. He wanted to cum
just thinking about it. He tried to imagine what her
pussy looked like, he bet it was real tight, like a
closed fist. Most of all he wanted to play with that
pretty round ass. Scott started to wonder if he
could get her to let him fuck her in it. Three days
ago the 17 yr old was happy just to jerk off two or
three times a day. Now he was anticipating his first
blow job and whether he would be able to fuck one
of the most popular girls in the school up her ass.
Full of expectation, the day passed
exceedingly slow. Scott quickly produced four
separate versions of the history report. Actually all
he had to do was print out the three drafts and then
the final copy of a report he'd done last year but
never turned in. Halfway into the term he'd become
interested in the Civil War and decided to do a new
report on the Battle of Gettysburg and how the
South could've won the war. So he just socked the
old project away on his hard drive in case he ever
needed it.
About six he made himself some dinner, but
found he was horny, not hungry. All day long he'd
been fighting the temptation to masturbate. Wait
until you can do it in Candy's mouth he kept telling
himself. At seven he headed for the shower, Candy
was due at eight.
By quarter to, he was showered, dressed and
ready. He'd borrowed his dad's cologne, deciding
his own smelled like something a boy with wear.
He'd shaved carefully, wishing again his beard would
grow. Peach fuzz was humiliating, but it was all he
had.
Finally the grandfather clock in the hallway
chimed eight and Scott's heart began to triphammer.
Racing downstairs, he seated himself in the big
lounge chair in the hallway, so he'd be ready when
the doorbell rang.
Eight O'clock turned to a quarter after. Then
to eight-thirty. Scott had become convinced that
he'd been the victim of a another cruel Rocketeer
joke. Was Candy off with her friends somewhere,
laughing at the poor smuck who really thought she'd
trade her black ass for a lousy history paper.
"I am an asshole!" Scott said to himself as
the clock neared quarter to nine.
Rising from the chair, he was about to head
back upstairs when the doorbell rang.
Hesitantly he reached for the knob. Was this
all part of the joke. Were they all waiting outside to
watch him make a fool of himself. If so they were
going to be disappointed.
Flinging the door open, Scott was taken
aback by the image of Candy standing there. Her
short black hair had been curled into a cute perm. Of
course she was wearing her trademark red lipstick.
The dress she was wearing, or not wearing
depending on your perspective, was as fiery red as
her lipstick. Very low cut, giving Scott an ample
view of her breasts, the hem stopped just a few
inches below her crotch, giving an equally great
view of her long dark legs.
"Are you going to invite me in, or do you
plan to do it right out here on the porch?" She said
in a deep sultry voice.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" Scott asked,
feigning ignorance. "Let then get their laughs
somewhere else." He thought.
"What kind of shit is this?" Candy snapped.
"Are you going back on our deal?"
"Deal? What deal?" Scott asked in the same
ignorance.
"I don't believe this, I'm a little late and you
want to throw the whole fucking thing out the
window!" Candy stamped. "You know how long I
spent to look like this?"
"I have to admit, the effect is really
devastating." Scott said as he tried to speak in a
calm unemotional tone. Ignoring the fact that he
couldn't keep his eye off her tightly bound tits. "But
I'm afraid you and your friends have the wrong
address, and definitely the wrong person."
"Wrong address...?" Candy repeated, "What
friends?"
Then it dawned on Candy that Scott thought
he had been set up. Given some of the jokes the
Rocketeers have played on people, Scott included,
she guessed she couldn't blame him.
"Well I guess I'll have to convince you that
this isn't a joke." Candy said.
With that she dropped to her knees in the
open doorway and pulled down the zipper of Scott's
pants. Pulling the pants open, she reached into his
underwear and pulled out his semi-erect cock. It
had all happened so fast, Scott hadn't had time to
react.
Scott opened his mouth to say something but
was suddenly engulfed in a wonderful warm wetness
as Candy popped his cock into her eager waiting
mouth.
"Oh God." Scott gasped as he felt the soft
touch of her tongue run beneath the crown of his
manhood.
Candy pulled down his open pants and ran
her long red fingernails across the base of his ball-
sac. Then her open mouth and tongue followed,
leaving a trail of warm saliva in it's wake.
Scott's cock quickly grew to rock hardness
as he looked down and watched those bright red lips
move up and down his member. He'd never felt
anything like it. A giddy dizziness filled his head as
he felt the blood rush down through his body. He
kept telling himself, this wasn't any wet dream, this
was real.
Candy's head bobbed up and down as she
took Scott's 7" deep into her throat. Her now ex-
boyfriend, Terry, one of the stars of the Football
team had a 8 1/2" cock, so Scott presented no
difficulty. Surprisingly it felt kind of nice. Funny,
she never thought a smaller cock could have it's
advantages too. A drop of pre-cum had already
formed on the tip and she licked it off with a flick of
her darting tongue. Not bad tasting for a dweeb, she
thought.
Placing his hands on the back of Candy's
head like he'd once seen in a adult video, Scott
began to pump his pelvis and match the dark
woman's tempo. Faster and faster he began to thrust
as he could feel the swell of cum rising from his
balls. Candy could feel it too as she tightened her
grip on the base of his cock and drew it further into
her mouth. A small splash of salty fluid on the back
of her tongue herald the flood as she began to slide
her ruby lips from the pale white pole.
Opening her mouth wide, Candy caught the
first bursts of white on her tongue. Then she let it
splatter across her face, the tiny droplets standing
out against her midnight skin. Continuing to pump
the erupting cock with her hand, she filled her mouth
and cheeks until small milky lines ran down her chin.
Finally spent, she ran her cum covered hand
up and down the now softening cock one final time.
She looked up at Scott with her cum covered face
and smiled widely.
"Don't you think you should shut the door?"
She asked.
A few minutes later, the door safety closed
and locked, Candy stood in front of Scott, wiping
her face with a wet washcloth.
"Well Mr. Tutor." She said as she wiped the
last traces of white from her face. "How would you
rate my performance?"
"Well......." Scott said, still in a state of
mini-rapture. "I would definitely say you jumped
right to the C grade, minimum passing. But your
tardiness drops it down to a D."
"Looks like I've got my work cut for me
them." Candy said as she pulled Scott's shirt and
drew him closer.
The kiss she planted on his lips was intense
from the outset. As he felt her moist tongue slip
into his mouth, Scott could help think of the time his
cousin Kathy had done them to him when they were
both twelve. But Kathy had been a flat chested
tomboy, nothing like the ebony beauty who now had
her hand back on his cock and balls.
"Sit down." She said as she pushed him into
one of the living room's soft padded chairs.
Taking a few steps back, she flipped open
the small door of the bookcase stereo and slipped a
tape cassette inside. Hitting the play button, the
room filled with a erotic melody.
Candy began to gyrate to the music, running
her hands up and down her body. She reached up
behind her neck and undid the clip of her dress. The
soft red material fell forward, releasing her bountiful
bosom.
Gripping a breast with each hand, Candy
continued to dance, playing with her nipples as she
moved. Scott stared at the large dark circles atop
each mound, his mouth watering at the thought of
the erect nipples sticking out from them.
He reached out to touch one as Candy
swung close but came up empty handed when she
pulled away.
"Not yet, lover boy." She purred
seductively.
Turning around, she shook her booty as she
wiggled out of the reminder of the dress. It dropped
to the floor and she stepped out of it. Then Candy
leaned forward and shook her naked backside in the
free air. Pulling back on each cheek, she have Scott
his first good look at both the pussy and asshole he
had fantasized about earlier in the day.
Leaning with her back against the wall,
Candy spread her legs and began to run her long
dark fingers across the neatly trimmed bush
surrounding her womanhood. Extending her index
finger, she ran it up and down the length of her
opening, pressing it deeper with each pass.
"Strip," She told him as she continued to rub
herself. "Get rid of the rest of those clothes."
Never taking his eyes off her roving hands,
Scott pulled off his shirt and pants, dropping them
on the floor next to the chair.
Candy had now worked her finger deep
within herself. Buried its entire length, her index
finger slowly slid in and out. A transparent film of
lubricant quickly covered the digit as Candy let out a
soft moan. Scott was transfixed as she now moved
her finger in and out as fast as she could. After a
few minutes she closed her eyes and let out a longer,
louder moan.
Withdrawing her now shiny finger, she
brought it up to her mouth and ran her tongue along
the length of it. Then she slid the whole finger
between her lips and sucked it clean, very, very
slowly.
"How'm I doing now, Mr. Tutor Man?" She
cooed.
"Definitely back up to C+." Scott panted,
his cock now standing straight up.
"Hmmm, you know, you were right." She
said as she took short, sexy steps toward him. "It is
exciting to watch yourself improve your abilities. I
feel so much better now that I'm back to a passing
grade. So much hotter...." She continued as she
straddled the chair and lowered herself onto Scott's
lap, until they were in a face to face position.
The feel of Candy's naked ass pressed against
his cock was almost more than Scott could stand.
With each wiggle of her bottom, he felt himself
grow ever harder. He wanted to cum so much right
now it hurt.
"You have to pace yourself, lover." Candy
whispered in his ear as she ran her tongue along it's
inner wall. "We still have a long way to go to get to
that A."
Cupping one of her breasts, Candy lifted it
up to Scott's face. She took a firm grip and guided
the nipple into his mouth. Like a baby, Scott
immediately began to suck on the nipple, running his
tongue around the dark circle. The skin was
rougher than Judy Ander's had been, but much
firmer. Candy brought her other breast within reach
and Scott alternated from nipple to nipple. Then he
would bury his face between them as Candy pulled
him close.
As he withdrew from between the twin
globes of chocolate delight, Candy kissed him again.
Softly, repeatedly, covering his face as she pressed
her ass down hard against his cock.
"As the baker man says," She laughed softly.
"It's time to make the donuts."
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