The Tutor – Part 1
By Titslave
It is usually those whose poverty is relatively recent, the ‘new poor,’ who throb with the ferment of frustration. The memory of better things is as fire in their veins. - Eric Hoffer
With his appointment last summer as assistant athletic director of the state university here in the deep South, Ted Olson’s dream had come true. He was in an upper echelon of the NCAA, overseeing both the football and soccer programs and earning $275,000 a year.
Overnight he and his wife Suzanne went from drafty apartment and beater Toyota back in Minnesota to a 2016 BMW for him and a late model Grand Cherokee for her - and renting (until they bought) a large, newly built home. He crowed to her, “Suzanne, you didn’t think I was in the running, and guess what? They wanted me!” He was only 34, and regularly reminded her what he had achieved.
But in his new tenure as assistant athletic director, Olson often was condescending and conceited. Coaches and players respected his experience and knowledge but found him quite difficult to be around much of the time. He sucked up to his boss, preempting supervisory admonitions that he be less of a jerk with people.
That aside, with this step up in the world Suzanne was able to quit her job teaching math part time at the university. She joined a high-end health spa, and started a book club and a wine “circle”. They joined a country club. She became a steady Internet customer at Nordstrom’s and Williams-Sonoma.
Exactly one year after Ted was promoted, she was sitting by the pool in their back yard, contentedly playing with her iPhone. It was noon. Ted silently stood inside the patio door, trembling, stalling with intense anxiety about greeting her.
As he waited she stood up and stretched. She was very pretty, ravishing in her one-piece black bathing suit with her full, shoulder length brown hair, striking eyes, and voluptuous body. She had a full bosom, only a mildly plump waist for her 33 years, and smooth skin. His eyes inevitably went to her very wide hips and a amazingly large, curvy posterior, impossible to miss. Her cheeks pushed out delectably in back. Every guy she had dated, since high school, lusted after her.
He slid open the patio door and she turned, startled to see him at home in the middle of the day. “Hi!?” she exclaimed.
“Honey,” he gasped, then hesitated, then sputtered: “I’ve……I’ve..… been fired.”
“What???” she exclaimed.
The President had hired a new man to run the Boosters, an influential voice at trustee meetings. The new guy had Ted terminated, saying “we’re going in a new direction.” Ted’s severance pay was only three months.
At dinner a stunned Ted and Suzanne considered his next move, and after an hour he strongly urged her to go back to teaching.
“Not interested. You need to focus on calling a recruiter, call the one who brought us down here,” she said.
“I will, I will,” he grumbled. The next day Ted e mailed the recruiter and paid calls to contacts he knew in town. The days that followed were very taxing for the Olsons.
A month later, at the neighborhood Starbucks exploring job hunting concepts, he received a call from the university about possible part time future work for him, but for now, his wife.
He telephoned her. “Would you be open to tutoring a freshman football player? He’s a hot prospect at left guard and needs major help in math. The team’s office is desperate. You could make some money. I really am uncomfortable asking you.”
As the weeks had gone by her mind had moved from a state of amazement at the implications of his dismissal to bitterness, resentment, and boredom, and she almost laughed. “You want me to make $50 an hour to tutor some jock in algebra?” She was convinced that his arrogance and bad attitude had gotten him fired.
“This is all very difficult,” he said, “but there other players to help if it works out. They’re knuckling down on academic performance. And it’s Jimmy Phillips, whom you met before training camp. His ****** is quite wealthy.”
Suzanne didn’t want to babysit youngsters in this Bible belt town. She took a breath and said: “OK, but you need to find a new gig, and quick, and maybe back in Minnesota. I’m not supporting us on handouts.”
After they hung up she thought about back home. Suzanne had taught math at a junior college and had become attracted to a student who sought her out for tutoring. Flirting with him excited her and they wound up having sex, and the wickedness of this torrid intimacy with a student had stayed with her. It thrilled her and made her ashamed. She never shared this with Ted. But lately it was fresh in her mind.
And for the past year she had gotten used to having money around and was determined to get her hands on it.
After the call from Ted, she looked out the window and warmed to the idea of spending time with a guy half her age. She remembered meeting several handsome young guys on the team. Was Jimmy one of them? Ted arranged for them to meet. Ted had to become a nice person, knowing that he had talked down to the football team. Jimmy himself had been talked down to by Ted in front of team-mates.
But Ted’s wife had caught Jimmy’s bashful eye.
The Olsons drove to a McDonald’s near the campus. She had worn loosely fitting khakis, a blouse, black flats, and a blazer she grabbed to look professorial. She didn’t know what to expect, and was irritable during the drive there, but she was pleasantly surprised to shake hands with Jimmy. A very well put together, red-haired jock with a hefty chin, shoulders that wouldn’t quit, and striking blue eyes.
He was very polite about getting off his iPhone and standing up to greet them. There was awkward small talk about his team activity and college algebra course. Ted kept trying to take over the conversation. She noticed Jimmy was uncomfortable around her husband. She chatted about where Jimmy was having math problems.
The men excused themselves. Ted walked outside to take a job recruiter’s phone call.
Jimmy went to the restroom as an excuse to get a break from an unsettling sexual desire. Just looking at this woman was exciting. He was taken by her beautiful eyes and remembering her body had stolen glances at her well-developed breasts and large behind. Her pants were not form fitting but her 47 inch hips pressed against the fabric, and his eyes had locked in to those butt cheeks that jutted out.
It was quite a distraction from chatting with her arrogant husband.
With the young man away, something possessed Suzanne to pick up his vibrating phone. It was open to his texting screen. After glancing around, Suzanne read:
-Guess who’s going to tutor me in Math - wife of that guy Corrigan hired, now he’s fired. Good. asshole.
-Dude she’s totally built long legs, outta control tits AMAZING booty
-Waiting for meeting with them. You know my ****** wants me to wait til marriage to have sex but when we met her at that pre-game all I could think about was her big big ass and boobs in that red T shirt.
-About time you made it with a lady – you’re too shy – go get her stud LOL Good way to get back at him
-I know I’m shy I can put her in fantasies – OK here they come
- Try to get a picture of her phat ass
Suzanne sat back and waited for them, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the cell phone.
I can make some cash with this cute hayseed, she imagined. He’s attracted to me. I’m hot, he’s got money. She laughed at herself, but wicked wheels were turning.
She heard Ted’s voice and saw Jimmy coming. She discreetly put the phone back on the table. Ted stood and smiled: “Ok - You folks get acquainted. You brought your math book. The recruiter is across the street so I gotta go. Back in half an hour.”
“No Honey,” Suzanne said, “take your time.” She grinned in Jimmy’s direction with her sparkling eyes: “You’ll take me home, right?”
Surprised, he blushed. “Yeah…uh….I can do that.”
“Great!” Ted announced, his abrasive attitude showing. He handed Jimmy a form. “I almost forgot! Here’s the tutoring paperwork with all the stuff about my lovely bride taking this assignment. You both sign.”
They watched him go and Suzanne smiled. She had been business-like; now she was friendlier. She pulled her blazer off her shoulders, thrusting her chest out, then stood up, stretching.
Jimmy stared in awe at her full bosom thrusting out as the blazer came off. Her boobs aggressively crowded the fabric of her blouse. She turned around and bent way over to place the blazer on a chair. She fiddled with the pockets and leaned as far as she could, sticking her big ass out in his direction.
Her cell rang. She fished it from her jacket. “Hello,” she said flatly to Ted and rested her hand on the other table.
“You sure you OK with Jimmy driving you? Wait for me.” he ordered condescendingly. She backed up toward her young companion, her buttocks so close he could almost grab it. He shyly retreated, and she looked back at him with a smile.
She opened the textbook and flipped through. “Ted, we are in the middle of our first lesson. You need to understand that if I am going to be tutoring Jimmy, we should not be interrupted.”
“I know, I know,” her husband laughed, “well, I’ll let you get back to your student. And by the way he’s a real good looking devil so don’t invite him in when he drops you off!! Just kidding!!”
“Is that why you called? To warn me?”
“I just mean, yesterday he stuttered about how he remembered you and wanted a wife that looked like you ‘in every way’,” Ted said, “at first I was flattered, like he was buttering me up, but the look in his eye was like, he thought you were really hot.”
“’What a sweetheart,” she said looking over at Jimmy, “did he say anything else like that?”
“No,” he said, flinching at her teasing, “…just kidding about my jealousy. He’s quite shy. One of the freshmen players who come from conservative families. Still virgins. Word got around.”
“Interesting,” she said, and then, “Ted, do we have an understanding that you will not interrupt my tutoring?” Giving him orders was new for her, and Ted. She kept gazing at her new student, who shyly looked down when her eyes met his.
Ted replied coarsely: “Yeah. Sure.”
She hung up without saying goodbye.
She grinned at Jimmy admiring her curves. “Shall we go?” she asked. They got into his late model, high end Audi. Jimmy was nervous opening the door for this statuesque married woman.
“I’m going to get into some tutoring clothes,” she grinned after they entered the home and stood silently in the study. “Fix yourself a cocktail,” she pointed to the bar.
“I’m not 21 yet,” he said uncertainly.
She giggled and walked over to the bar. “But I am,” she cooed, “and I shall manage your alcohol intake.”
“I don’t think I should,” he put his hand up as if to ward off evil spirits, “my *** is strict.”
She poured a double bourbon over ice and handed it to him, then one for herself. “To our tutoring sessions,” she toasted and he tentatively clicked. They took healthy gulps and he coughed a few times. She chuckled. “Doesn’t that taste wonderful?” she said, looking him over. Then, “I won’t be long. Get your ……..book out.”
The liquor tasted better after Jimmy’s next healthy swig. He needed to relax. Her gazes flustered him.
A very long ten minutes later he looked up from his textbook. Suzanne entered the living room in a low cut tank top that left her middle bare, no bra, and skin tight pink spandex leggings. Fresh make-up. High heels. She was carrying snack bowls. She faced him and leaned over, her unconfined breasts shaking as she wiped off imaginary dust from the table. The housewife took her time rearranging things.
She laid the tutoring contract on the table and bent over to read it. She took a pen and played with it as she read through the document. Jimmy studied her deep cleavage.
Jimmy had a persistent hard-on. He had shunned sexual temptations in the past but his pent up lust kept pushing at him. Mrs. Olson was really something. He wanted to grab her and kiss her. As long as she didn’t take her clothes off or grab him back he would be OK – his parents’ rule about saving it for marriage was in his head.
Alcohol was on her side. She stood next to him and re-filled his drink and he blushed. “Jimmy,” she said, reaching over and against him to turn off the light at the end of the sofa, “I need your opinion.” She turned and put a knee on the cushion next to him and reached to turn off the other lamp, and aimed her buttocks at him. The room was now lit only be track lights in the corner.
“Do you think my ass looks too big in these clothes?” She rubbed a cheek, then smacked it, then rubbed it some more. Her well-manicured fingers grabbed a part of the flesh that taunted him.
His crotch was in attack mode. “Uh – no – I don’t know. Mrs. Olson, maybe we should talk about math,” he muttered, a bundle of nerves. She grinned to herself.
Her advances intimidated this nineteen year-old. She was not just asking. Mrs. Olson was coming on to him! He let out a sigh.
She stood and pushed at her phat ass flesh. “No really,” she giggled, “my husband is so preoccupied with getting a new position I can’t get his attention. Maybe my rear end is just too large. So is it? You must have some opinion.”
He rose and suddenly grabbed her, pulling her back against him and held tight. He frantically kissed her neck and turned her face to kiss her cheeks. His hands moved to her waist, then her sizeable breasts. She gloried in the feeling of this shy young hunk embracing her with his obvious erection poking into her. Suzanne turned to face him, opened her mouth and thrust her tongue between his lips. His hands fastened to her ass and one of them pulled the fabric away. He sighed at the incredible sensation of her shameless mouth, and her bare fat ass under his hungry fingers.
She found the obvious tent in his trousers and caressed it. She knelt on the floor and unzipped him, then tugged at the large erection that desperately escaped its confinement. Her butt was half exposed, her deep ass crack an evil display.
But his conscience interfered. As abruptly as he had grabbed this mature married woman, he was arrested by the opposite impulses imprinted by his ******. He was also stupefied at his own desire. He yelled “goodbye, sorry!!” and, putting his stiff dick back in his pants, fled to his car, screeching away.
Suzanne sipped her cocktail, noticed Jimmy’s math textbook on the table, and smiled. She began to think that he, his large prick, and his cash, were all hers.
She predicted to the minute that her phone would ring and there he would be.
“Mrs. Olson! I must apologize. I am so sorry!”
“Jimmy, it’s OK. Tomorrow’s Saturday. Come early – 8 sharp - and we’ll study your math. And you left your book here.”
“I feel like a criminal. You’re a married woman. I mean I know your husband. This is terrible. Maybe I need another tutor!”
She spoke tenderly. “Jimmy, get back here for your book, study what you don’t get, and we’ll talk about it.”
“I don’t know.”
“Meet you in my driveway. Five minutes.”
Jimmy had called from a parking lot which he had pulled into to calm down, torn between lust and conscience. He composed himself and turned back to the Olson home.
He saw her from three houses away, facing him. Jimmy pulled in and started to get out, but she got in the passenger’s side.
“I want to apologize again,” he said, trembling. He took the algebra book from her. “OK, I have to go, big math test coming up….” But she put her hand on his cheek and caressed his face.
“Come tomorrow and I’ll get you ready.” She pulled him to her and kissed him on the lips, and she cooed when his arm fastened to her, and pressed her against him. They made out in her driveway. She got out of the car and leaned in. “Be here at 8 sharp.” They stared at each other, then he sped away.
She filled his dreams that night. A quivering Jimmy showed up at the Olson’s at 8. Suzanne answered the door in form fitting white pajamas, the top showing a bare tummy. He couldn’t take his eyes off her big tits, which were braless and spilled below the elastic band of her top. Her hair was in pigtails. He loved her large loop earrings and fresh lipstick.
She took his hand. “My husband is still sleeping. Hear his snoring?” she smirked. “I could use a hug,” she said. As they embraced for a few minutes she whispered: “Did you bring money?” He fished five twenties out of his pocket. “Why Jimmy, you’re nervous,” she smiled. She turned and put the cash on the table, her arm around him. “That covers some of the first hour.”
“Follow me,” she smiled. They walked into the study. As they resumed their hug she said: “The first thing you need to do is relax. We’re a team and this is team building.” She moaned as he kissed her.
She cooed in his ear: “I will help you ace your exam. Now take your shoes off and lie down on the couch.”
Through the cloud of lust he was wondering when they would get into the math questions he couldn’t figure out. “I’m supposed to meet my girlfriend at 9:15 for breakfast,” he said, kicking off his shoes.
“Oh sweetheart,” she said, her nipples on display under her top, “we’re doing a double session today, at least two hours. You’re on academic probation, I’m going to save you.”
His eyes fought to avoid her boobs. He managed a nervous declaration: “I know that but it’s kind of important. Haven’t seen her for months, she’s in school in Maryland.”
Suzanne sat on the couch, her big ass squeezing in by his waist. She leaned down and kissed him, her mouth opening over his. Her tongue dabbed its way around his lips, and she licked his ear and kissed his neck. “Call her up and tell her you’ll be late,” she said softly.
She bent forward to grab the cordless phone on an end table. Her bosom for a few seconds rested on his head. She handed him the phone.
“She’ll really be upset. I was thinking about proposing to her,” he protested weakly.
“You need to be here with me. Call her.”
He got his girlfriend on the phone. He struggled with the awkwardness of chatting while Suzanne sat so near and caressed him. She regarded him intently. He was getting used to staring back.
He told his soon-to-be fiancé that he was tied up with a new tutor and could they get together at lunch time. It was apparent from the buzz in the phone that Jimmy’s girlfriend was very angry.
“Well,” he said after a few minutes of stumbling, “Ok, I’ll see you for breakfast like we said.”
Suzanne shook her head. She arched her back and then, to his amazement, pulled off her pajama top. Her big tits fell out, and she cupped them and squeezed them. She raised them to her face, then let them drop several times, slapping against her skin. She straddled him and gradually lowered her tits over Jimmy’s incredulous face. They swayed over him, her nipples torturing him.
Jimmy’s girlfriend was talking in a blue streak. He occasionally made sounds of “yeah” and “uh-huh.” Suzanne grabbed the phone and switched it to speaker, and placed it on the couch next to Jimmy’s head. She rubbed her tits back and forth against him, their firm and smooth flesh over him like a dream come true. Jimmy grabbed her sizeable boobs and sucked on one, then the other. The girlfriend waxed enthusiastically about being with him for the rest of the weekend.
His resolve to meet her was slipping away. His balls had that ache from blocked sex.
To guarantee Jimmy would stay, Suzanne got up and turned around. Her big ass did grinds at him and then she inch by inch pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties. She twerked then straddled the muscular young athlete and peered over her shoulder to his wide-eyed, trance-like gaze. Her bare butt cheeks and long, deep ass crack were inches away, filling his senses.
“You know,” he coughed and continued on the phone, “this tutoring session is kind of important because of the grade I need to get in college algebra. I think I have to stay here until 10 or 10:30.”
Suzanne shuddered at the feel of his hands all over her naked ass, and he almost fainted from excitement as her hand popped open his shorts and found a fully aroused log of male flesh.
“What?!?” his girlfriend shrieked. Suzanne could not stand her voice.
She lusted for his cock and pulled it into the open. It sprang up like a tree, pointing more toward his navel than the ceiling. She yelled out and laughed in surprise. She licked what must have been an eight inch plus erection. Jimmy lay back, now lost in sexual desire. His to be intended was nagging him about the morning appointment.
Suzanne reached over for the phone and took over the conversation. “Hello, this is Suzanne Olson, Jimmy’s tutor.”
“Yeah,” she heard back.
“He hasn’t gotten the point across, but he needs to succeed in his studies, and he’s paying money for me to get him there, so I think you should be more considerate of this situation.” Suzanne put the phone down on the floor and licked the tip of his cock. Jimmy kneaded the abundant ass. Its skin was so smooth and inviting.
“Could I speak to Jimmy now? I don’t know you!” the girlfriend yelled.
“No, you may not,” Suzanne said firmly, jacking him off while she bluntly stated: “He’ll meet you this afternoon.” She pressed the off button and began to give Jimmy a blowjob, something his only girlfriend had never done. Jimmy felt like his dick was as big as the Eiffel Tower. This pleasure was totally new, scary.
After five minutes of sucking his cock Suzanne turned around and perched her crotch over his face. “Jimmy,” she panted, “have you ever licked a woman’s clitoris?”
He whispered “no. What do I do?”
She lowered her pussy close to his mouth, her arms perched on the arm of the couch. “Put your tongue right there.”
He aimed his tongue at the middle of her vagina. “A little higher,” she gasped.
He began licking her clitoris. “Is this OK?” he asked with boyish innocence.
The tongue and the clit were intersecting perfectly, and Suzanne, having not had this kind of lovemaking in a while, writhed over him. “Oh God yeah,” she squealed.
He put his hands on her ass and licked gently but thoroughly for a few minutes. “Should I keep going?” he asked, learning as he went along. She was pulling his face into her, caressing his hair and head.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she cried. He licked her steadily staring up at her tits. The waves of his licking lifted her insides toward ecstasy. Then she came strongly, ejaculating some love juice onto him.
She giggled as the climax washed over her, and she slid back onto his lap and jacked his eight incher. “What about Mr. Olson?” he asked, noticing how this cunnilingus had kept his pecker iron solid, purple, fully poised.
“He’s still sleeping,” she smiled.
“I’ve never done this before,” Jimmy confessed, “I hope I do it right.” His naïve sexuality made him that much more delectable.
She sucked his dick for a while, her posterior aimed at the ceiling, and then smiled at him. “You like the way it feels, Jimmy?” Mrs. Olson scooted forward over his body and perched with her wanton pussy over his dick. She aimed this substantial prick – what veins and what size! - at her crotch. She worked it inside a little at a time. Her lovely eyes gazed down, then regarded the carnal awakening on his face as she parked his manhood fully inside her.
“Oh wow,” he managed to say, leaning back, his eyes half closed. His hands squeezed her tits. She began to fuck him, rising and falling at first slowly on his impressive cock. Suzanne panted and soon she was bouncing away, working her hips and her ass. This was so evil and felt so good.
“I want all of you, baby,” she moaned. His hands fastened on her buttocks.
Then she heard coughing from upstairs. Ted was awake. She hopped off of Jimmy. With her bountiful and rounded cheeks bouncing deliciously, she ran and closed, then locked, the pocket doors leading to the study. She turned on a rap station on a FM radio on the shelf and turned it up. She bounded back to her young student and resumed their wicked fucking.
Her husband’s rising from his sleep excited her, and she fucked Jimmy harder. Her body grabbed as much of his dick as it could. She leaned over and dangled her tits, bouncing her big fat ass on him. Her butt slapped against his body.
“Suzanne? Hello?” Ted descended the stairs.
Jimmy’s eyes opened wide. “We should stop. Your husband!”
Suzanne fucked him even faster. “Don’t worry about it,” she snickered, “he’s a loser and he never has sex with me.”
Ted called some more then knocked on the door of the study. “You in there?”
“Jimmy is here,” she managed to yell, “I’m tutoring him.”
After a moment her husband yelled back: “Well, good morning Jimmy. Is my wife working her magic?” He was confused at the loud music and also thought he heard a lot of panting.
Slowing down her coital movements Suzanne yelled with irritation, “Ted, you promised not to interrupt my work. Are we clear?”
“Oh, sorry. Do you want coffee?”
“Ted, please, no interruptions!”
She bent down and had a deep kiss with Jimmy. She told him to get up and stand behind her as she knelt in the couch, facing the wall. She stuck out her ass.
“Think of this booty on Monday,” she whispered. He at first fumbled around, trying to aim his cock into her, and finally began fucking her. The sight and feel of her incredible butt intensified his lust and the center of his lower body seemed to well up with heat and power. His hands savored the delicious flesh. His strokes went into high speed and plowed deeper. Soon his balls could not stand the crescendo and he cried out. He shot what felt like a gallon of sperm into her body with mighty, deep strokes.
He stayed perched over her, his hands playing with her tits. His prick stayed in her.
“Jimmy!! That was wonderful!!” He was half-erect and moved back and forth in Suzanne’s snug pussy. The more he did it, the more he felt himself reload. Suzanne moaned and whispered, “I think we can work well together.”
Ted’s voice interrupted the afterglow. “I decided to run down to the Starbucks, be back in about twenty minutes, do you want a latte? Jimmy, do you drink coffee?”
Jimmy had collapsed on the couch. She straddled him, kissing him, then paused to loudly chide her husband about not conforming to her rule: no interruption during tutoring.
Ted left and his wife and her student walked out of the study, by way of the foyer, where she snatched the money Jimmy had given her. “This is a double session – do you have a hundred more?” she asked. He nodded and dug into his pocket for it. They embraced and she kissed him passionately. Putting his hands all over her aroused him again.
“I should shower and get dressed,” she said, “and then we can do some more tutoring. How about that?”
“Oh wow, sure,” he moaned. She walked him into the living room and patted a couch, handing him his math book. “Make yourself comfortable. My husband should be back soon.” He watched her walk slowly up the stairs and she stopped to look back.
Ted came back ten minutes later and greeted Jimmy, who was studying. The two had an uncomfortable chat. Ted stood in the kitchen to make breakfast.
“So is my wife helping you out?” he asked, looking in at Jimmy on the couch.
Jimmy cleared his throat, conflicting emotions coming after him. “Yes, sir.”
“I heard that music going in there at high volume,” Ted said, laughing slightly, “I was wondering if you two could hear yourselves think.”
Now that Ted was cut down to size by his termination Jimmy found in himself a gradual increase in confidence.
“Mrs. Olson has some crazy ideas about teaching me, but it does help. I am lucky to find her.”
They made small talk as Ted moved around the kitchen, out of Jimmy’s sight. “Well, I’ll let you study then,” Ted said anxiously.
He watched Jimmy pick up his math book, and moved out of view to clean some dishes.
Jimmy’s peripheral view was filled to the right with Suzanne, out of the shower, at the head of the stairs, her head wrapped in a white towel. She was drying herself with a large pink towel. She was nude, and high heels were at her feet. She eyeballed him, unsmiling.
Her lust for the youngster steered her actions. She could hear Ted’s voice coming out of the kitchen, competing with the sound of his breakfast preparations. Jimmy had the book open but it was impossible to actually study anything. Every other minute Ted and he exchanged conversation but Jimmy gawked in the direction of his wife every chance he had. She draped the pink towel around her shoulders and shook her big tits, slowly at first then quicker. Jimmy, horny again, alternated his eyes between the kitchen, his college algebra, and her teasing body.
She turned her back to him and bent over, grinding her extra wide hips. She pulled her ass cheeks open.
Ted came into the living room. Suzanne disappeared. “I guess the fruits of your efforts could be this Monday,” Ted said, smiling. “I toasted some bagels, come in and grab one.”
Jimmy desired Mrs. Olson, and resented her husband. So when she entered the kitchen five minutes later, Jimmy felt a slight victory at just having such pleasure with her, and with Ted Olson now out of a job. Sex with her was part of the payback for her husband’s arrogance.
She had come downstairs with alacrity, and cheerfully began announcing that Jimmy was going to do great things on his exam because of her showing him the power of attitude. Ted looked at her with a frown and said, “Honey, can I speak to you for a moment?” gesturing toward the living room. He took her hand and walked her out of the kitchen.
He said nothing at first, looking her up and down. Her thick hair half covered her face. She had on, a loose top with no bra, with her boobs jiggling all over the place, her nipples pressing against the fabric of her snug top that was tied in a midrif knot below her bosom. A short skirt that stopped at mid thigh. Her mile long legs were a sight to see. The stretch in the fabric between her big tits disturbed her husband.
“You need to dress like a tutor, not like you’re going to a night club to hook up,” he whispered.
“Excuse me?” she said.
“You look like a tramp. No bra? Seriously? You’re a professional, under contract with the university to tutor this student. I know they would NOT approve, if word got back.”
After a moment she grinned and said, “Fine. I’ll change the top of me but not the bottom.”
“No, a longer skirt or a pants suit. And put on that blazer,” he said.
“My tutoring job. My privilege to dress how I want. But this time --- I’ll change my top.”
He returned to the kitchen and said with a forced smile, “Jimmy, don’t let a woman walk over you when you get married.” They went back to their bagels. Ted complained that his replacement was an idiot.
She returned to the kitchen. Under her navy blue blazer was a red knit top.
“Better?” she said off handedly to Ted who was sitting opposite Jimmy at the kitchen dinette. She smiled at Jimmy, “do I look like a hooker, or a tutor?” Ted made a grunt of objection.
“You look great,” Jimmy cleared his throat then said, munching on the last part of his bagel.
“…But it’s warm in here,” she added, standing at the side of the table between them, undoing the one button of the blazer, “so I have to take this off.” She thrust her chest out and hung the jacket on the chair. She had put on a bra all right, one that lifted her breasts and sculpted their flesh to make them look very large and totally out there. Her red top appeared to be painted on.
Ted spoke. “Uh, Suzanne, put the blazer back on.”
Jimmy’s dick was hard again. He was eager to do the rest of the tutoring session. So when Suzanne asked for a vote as to “back on?” or “keep off?”, her young student stuttered, “sure, I guess keep off!”
Ted began objecting again but his wife shooshed him. “It’s 2-1, majority rules.” She put her hand on Jimmy’s and said, “c’mon you, let’s get back to work.”
“You and I need to talk later,” her husband stood up with a look of displeasure, his arms folded on his chest.
Suzanne grabbed Jimmy’s arm, and caressing it up and down, turned to Ted. “If I weren’t married, I would be dating this young man. I’d be dating him constantly.” Jimmy, red-faced, blushed as he thanked Ted for the breakfast.
Teacher and student walked away but she jerked back to grab the blazer off the chair. “Can’t forget my professional appearance!” she laughed.
Ted watched them go into the study, alarmed at his wife’s flirtatiousness and the feeling within him that something was going on behind that closed door. When the resurging loud music floated out, he put his ear to its wall.
“We have about forty minutes,” she cooed, snickering when Jimmy grabbed her and began kissing her just inside the study door. She pushed him down onto the couch to sit and slowly pulled off her top, revealing a lace bra and her incredible tits. Grinding her hips, she held the top at head level for a moment. Suzanne moved closer, moaning as he groped her chest and ass. Holding her arm straight out, she held her top and smiled at him, then tossed it after a pregnant moment to the floor. She hauled one of her tits out its snug cup and shook it, then sunk to the floor to her knees. Suzanne fished out his rock hard dick, giggling at its length, and began to suck him off.
Ted wondered why there was no talk. He stood at the wall for ten minutes.
He was walking away when his wife, who by this time was lying on the couch on her back with her legs in the air, was moaning loudly. Her young suitor, perched above her, rammed his meat in and out of her body.
Ted heard her yell: “This is what I want you to do with that text on Monday! Throw your whole body into it like you’re doing with me right now!”
“Oh yeah!” Jimmy yelled.
Ted could stand it no longer. He went to the door and pounded. “Is everybody all right in there?!?”
Jimmy, trained to have an instinctive reply to an adult his senior, turned to say something, but Suzanne pulled his head down to hers. Her fingers rested against his lips to preempt him. Then she said: “Keep fucking me. Don’t stop. Lick your finger and stick it in my asshole.”
He took one hand off her big tits and then put its index finger in his mouth.
“Yeah, finger-fuck my big ass,” she said softly.
“You sure it won’t hurt you?” he asked, genuinely curious and concerned.
“Just do it,” she whispered loudly between moans.
His hand moved to her ass crack as he pounded away and their sweat bathed each other.
“What about Mr. Olson?” he asked.
“I want your finger in my asshole,” she said, anticipating the bonus pleasure of his exploration of her tight anus.
He rubbed his finger around her cunt and then worked it into her asshole, slowly then more energetically. “Oh yeah,” she cooed.
Ted persisted in his knocking. Jimmy fucked her deeper than he had before, and he was ignited by the combination of the paradise of their fornication, her screams that came with his finger fucking her asshole, and her husband pounding on the door and asking if everything was all right. Jimmy cried out and shot five loads of semen into Mrs. Olson, and she came right after him, his finger plunging into and out of her rectum.
They lay together for a moment. Then Suzanne took a remote for the music player and turned it down.
“What?” she called out to her husband.
“Are you two all right?” he asked for the tenth time.
“Yes, and you are interrupting again! What about the promise you made? What part of it, to let me do my job, did you not understand?”
“Yeah, well bullshit. We need to talk, after I get out of the shower!”
He stormed upstairs. Suzanne and Jimmy got dressed. “So today came to $300,” she said as he opened the front door, already wanting to have sex with her again.
He gave her the balance. “Seems like a lot of money,” he said, “the form we filled out at the restaurant was for $50 a lesson.”
“Was I worth $300?” Suzanne turned irresistibly, pushing her derriere against him.
He sighed. “Yes.”
Over the weekend Ted barely spoke to his wife. He demanded that Suzanne explain the loud music and the suspicious sounds coming from the study during the tutoring session. “Frankly, it sounds like he’s fucking you,” he bellowed.
“Don’t question my methods!” she poked him with her index finger, “once he scores well on this exam, I’m going to bump my price. And that will keep us out of debtor’s prison.” He slammed a drawer in the kitchen and glared at her. “And another thing,” she said authoritatively, “I don’t want to hear you interrupting the sessions with my students again.”
He grinned defiantly, “Students? You only have one.”
“That’s going to change.”
On Monday evening an excited Jimmy telephoned the Olson residence. Ted took the call. Five minutes later Suzanne came back from getting a manicure.
“Jimmy called,” her husband said. “You must be doing something right.”
“He passed?”
“He got an A. He had the best score in the class.”
Part 2 to follow
By Titslave
It is usually those whose poverty is relatively recent, the ‘new poor,’ who throb with the ferment of frustration. The memory of better things is as fire in their veins. - Eric Hoffer
With his appointment last summer as assistant athletic director of the state university here in the deep South, Ted Olson’s dream had come true. He was in an upper echelon of the NCAA, overseeing both the football and soccer programs and earning $275,000 a year.
Overnight he and his wife Suzanne went from drafty apartment and beater Toyota back in Minnesota to a 2016 BMW for him and a late model Grand Cherokee for her - and renting (until they bought) a large, newly built home. He crowed to her, “Suzanne, you didn’t think I was in the running, and guess what? They wanted me!” He was only 34, and regularly reminded her what he had achieved.
But in his new tenure as assistant athletic director, Olson often was condescending and conceited. Coaches and players respected his experience and knowledge but found him quite difficult to be around much of the time. He sucked up to his boss, preempting supervisory admonitions that he be less of a jerk with people.
That aside, with this step up in the world Suzanne was able to quit her job teaching math part time at the university. She joined a high-end health spa, and started a book club and a wine “circle”. They joined a country club. She became a steady Internet customer at Nordstrom’s and Williams-Sonoma.
Exactly one year after Ted was promoted, she was sitting by the pool in their back yard, contentedly playing with her iPhone. It was noon. Ted silently stood inside the patio door, trembling, stalling with intense anxiety about greeting her.
As he waited she stood up and stretched. She was very pretty, ravishing in her one-piece black bathing suit with her full, shoulder length brown hair, striking eyes, and voluptuous body. She had a full bosom, only a mildly plump waist for her 33 years, and smooth skin. His eyes inevitably went to her very wide hips and a amazingly large, curvy posterior, impossible to miss. Her cheeks pushed out delectably in back. Every guy she had dated, since high school, lusted after her.
He slid open the patio door and she turned, startled to see him at home in the middle of the day. “Hi!?” she exclaimed.
“Honey,” he gasped, then hesitated, then sputtered: “I’ve……I’ve..… been fired.”
“What???” she exclaimed.
The President had hired a new man to run the Boosters, an influential voice at trustee meetings. The new guy had Ted terminated, saying “we’re going in a new direction.” Ted’s severance pay was only three months.
At dinner a stunned Ted and Suzanne considered his next move, and after an hour he strongly urged her to go back to teaching.
“Not interested. You need to focus on calling a recruiter, call the one who brought us down here,” she said.
“I will, I will,” he grumbled. The next day Ted e mailed the recruiter and paid calls to contacts he knew in town. The days that followed were very taxing for the Olsons.
A month later, at the neighborhood Starbucks exploring job hunting concepts, he received a call from the university about possible part time future work for him, but for now, his wife.
He telephoned her. “Would you be open to tutoring a freshman football player? He’s a hot prospect at left guard and needs major help in math. The team’s office is desperate. You could make some money. I really am uncomfortable asking you.”
As the weeks had gone by her mind had moved from a state of amazement at the implications of his dismissal to bitterness, resentment, and boredom, and she almost laughed. “You want me to make $50 an hour to tutor some jock in algebra?” She was convinced that his arrogance and bad attitude had gotten him fired.
“This is all very difficult,” he said, “but there other players to help if it works out. They’re knuckling down on academic performance. And it’s Jimmy Phillips, whom you met before training camp. His ****** is quite wealthy.”
Suzanne didn’t want to babysit youngsters in this Bible belt town. She took a breath and said: “OK, but you need to find a new gig, and quick, and maybe back in Minnesota. I’m not supporting us on handouts.”
After they hung up she thought about back home. Suzanne had taught math at a junior college and had become attracted to a student who sought her out for tutoring. Flirting with him excited her and they wound up having sex, and the wickedness of this torrid intimacy with a student had stayed with her. It thrilled her and made her ashamed. She never shared this with Ted. But lately it was fresh in her mind.
And for the past year she had gotten used to having money around and was determined to get her hands on it.
After the call from Ted, she looked out the window and warmed to the idea of spending time with a guy half her age. She remembered meeting several handsome young guys on the team. Was Jimmy one of them? Ted arranged for them to meet. Ted had to become a nice person, knowing that he had talked down to the football team. Jimmy himself had been talked down to by Ted in front of team-mates.
But Ted’s wife had caught Jimmy’s bashful eye.
The Olsons drove to a McDonald’s near the campus. She had worn loosely fitting khakis, a blouse, black flats, and a blazer she grabbed to look professorial. She didn’t know what to expect, and was irritable during the drive there, but she was pleasantly surprised to shake hands with Jimmy. A very well put together, red-haired jock with a hefty chin, shoulders that wouldn’t quit, and striking blue eyes.
He was very polite about getting off his iPhone and standing up to greet them. There was awkward small talk about his team activity and college algebra course. Ted kept trying to take over the conversation. She noticed Jimmy was uncomfortable around her husband. She chatted about where Jimmy was having math problems.
The men excused themselves. Ted walked outside to take a job recruiter’s phone call.
Jimmy went to the restroom as an excuse to get a break from an unsettling sexual desire. Just looking at this woman was exciting. He was taken by her beautiful eyes and remembering her body had stolen glances at her well-developed breasts and large behind. Her pants were not form fitting but her 47 inch hips pressed against the fabric, and his eyes had locked in to those butt cheeks that jutted out.
It was quite a distraction from chatting with her arrogant husband.
With the young man away, something possessed Suzanne to pick up his vibrating phone. It was open to his texting screen. After glancing around, Suzanne read:
-Guess who’s going to tutor me in Math - wife of that guy Corrigan hired, now he’s fired. Good. asshole.
-Dude she’s totally built long legs, outta control tits AMAZING booty
-Waiting for meeting with them. You know my ****** wants me to wait til marriage to have sex but when we met her at that pre-game all I could think about was her big big ass and boobs in that red T shirt.
-About time you made it with a lady – you’re too shy – go get her stud LOL Good way to get back at him
-I know I’m shy I can put her in fantasies – OK here they come
- Try to get a picture of her phat ass
Suzanne sat back and waited for them, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the cell phone.
I can make some cash with this cute hayseed, she imagined. He’s attracted to me. I’m hot, he’s got money. She laughed at herself, but wicked wheels were turning.
She heard Ted’s voice and saw Jimmy coming. She discreetly put the phone back on the table. Ted stood and smiled: “Ok - You folks get acquainted. You brought your math book. The recruiter is across the street so I gotta go. Back in half an hour.”
“No Honey,” Suzanne said, “take your time.” She grinned in Jimmy’s direction with her sparkling eyes: “You’ll take me home, right?”
Surprised, he blushed. “Yeah…uh….I can do that.”
“Great!” Ted announced, his abrasive attitude showing. He handed Jimmy a form. “I almost forgot! Here’s the tutoring paperwork with all the stuff about my lovely bride taking this assignment. You both sign.”
They watched him go and Suzanne smiled. She had been business-like; now she was friendlier. She pulled her blazer off her shoulders, thrusting her chest out, then stood up, stretching.
Jimmy stared in awe at her full bosom thrusting out as the blazer came off. Her boobs aggressively crowded the fabric of her blouse. She turned around and bent way over to place the blazer on a chair. She fiddled with the pockets and leaned as far as she could, sticking her big ass out in his direction.
Her cell rang. She fished it from her jacket. “Hello,” she said flatly to Ted and rested her hand on the other table.
“You sure you OK with Jimmy driving you? Wait for me.” he ordered condescendingly. She backed up toward her young companion, her buttocks so close he could almost grab it. He shyly retreated, and she looked back at him with a smile.
She opened the textbook and flipped through. “Ted, we are in the middle of our first lesson. You need to understand that if I am going to be tutoring Jimmy, we should not be interrupted.”
“I know, I know,” her husband laughed, “well, I’ll let you get back to your student. And by the way he’s a real good looking devil so don’t invite him in when he drops you off!! Just kidding!!”
“Is that why you called? To warn me?”
“I just mean, yesterday he stuttered about how he remembered you and wanted a wife that looked like you ‘in every way’,” Ted said, “at first I was flattered, like he was buttering me up, but the look in his eye was like, he thought you were really hot.”
“’What a sweetheart,” she said looking over at Jimmy, “did he say anything else like that?”
“No,” he said, flinching at her teasing, “…just kidding about my jealousy. He’s quite shy. One of the freshmen players who come from conservative families. Still virgins. Word got around.”
“Interesting,” she said, and then, “Ted, do we have an understanding that you will not interrupt my tutoring?” Giving him orders was new for her, and Ted. She kept gazing at her new student, who shyly looked down when her eyes met his.
Ted replied coarsely: “Yeah. Sure.”
She hung up without saying goodbye.
She grinned at Jimmy admiring her curves. “Shall we go?” she asked. They got into his late model, high end Audi. Jimmy was nervous opening the door for this statuesque married woman.
“I’m going to get into some tutoring clothes,” she grinned after they entered the home and stood silently in the study. “Fix yourself a cocktail,” she pointed to the bar.
“I’m not 21 yet,” he said uncertainly.
She giggled and walked over to the bar. “But I am,” she cooed, “and I shall manage your alcohol intake.”
“I don’t think I should,” he put his hand up as if to ward off evil spirits, “my *** is strict.”
She poured a double bourbon over ice and handed it to him, then one for herself. “To our tutoring sessions,” she toasted and he tentatively clicked. They took healthy gulps and he coughed a few times. She chuckled. “Doesn’t that taste wonderful?” she said, looking him over. Then, “I won’t be long. Get your ……..book out.”
The liquor tasted better after Jimmy’s next healthy swig. He needed to relax. Her gazes flustered him.
A very long ten minutes later he looked up from his textbook. Suzanne entered the living room in a low cut tank top that left her middle bare, no bra, and skin tight pink spandex leggings. Fresh make-up. High heels. She was carrying snack bowls. She faced him and leaned over, her unconfined breasts shaking as she wiped off imaginary dust from the table. The housewife took her time rearranging things.
She laid the tutoring contract on the table and bent over to read it. She took a pen and played with it as she read through the document. Jimmy studied her deep cleavage.
Jimmy had a persistent hard-on. He had shunned sexual temptations in the past but his pent up lust kept pushing at him. Mrs. Olson was really something. He wanted to grab her and kiss her. As long as she didn’t take her clothes off or grab him back he would be OK – his parents’ rule about saving it for marriage was in his head.
Alcohol was on her side. She stood next to him and re-filled his drink and he blushed. “Jimmy,” she said, reaching over and against him to turn off the light at the end of the sofa, “I need your opinion.” She turned and put a knee on the cushion next to him and reached to turn off the other lamp, and aimed her buttocks at him. The room was now lit only be track lights in the corner.
“Do you think my ass looks too big in these clothes?” She rubbed a cheek, then smacked it, then rubbed it some more. Her well-manicured fingers grabbed a part of the flesh that taunted him.
His crotch was in attack mode. “Uh – no – I don’t know. Mrs. Olson, maybe we should talk about math,” he muttered, a bundle of nerves. She grinned to herself.
Her advances intimidated this nineteen year-old. She was not just asking. Mrs. Olson was coming on to him! He let out a sigh.
She stood and pushed at her phat ass flesh. “No really,” she giggled, “my husband is so preoccupied with getting a new position I can’t get his attention. Maybe my rear end is just too large. So is it? You must have some opinion.”
He rose and suddenly grabbed her, pulling her back against him and held tight. He frantically kissed her neck and turned her face to kiss her cheeks. His hands moved to her waist, then her sizeable breasts. She gloried in the feeling of this shy young hunk embracing her with his obvious erection poking into her. Suzanne turned to face him, opened her mouth and thrust her tongue between his lips. His hands fastened to her ass and one of them pulled the fabric away. He sighed at the incredible sensation of her shameless mouth, and her bare fat ass under his hungry fingers.
She found the obvious tent in his trousers and caressed it. She knelt on the floor and unzipped him, then tugged at the large erection that desperately escaped its confinement. Her butt was half exposed, her deep ass crack an evil display.
But his conscience interfered. As abruptly as he had grabbed this mature married woman, he was arrested by the opposite impulses imprinted by his ******. He was also stupefied at his own desire. He yelled “goodbye, sorry!!” and, putting his stiff dick back in his pants, fled to his car, screeching away.
Suzanne sipped her cocktail, noticed Jimmy’s math textbook on the table, and smiled. She began to think that he, his large prick, and his cash, were all hers.
She predicted to the minute that her phone would ring and there he would be.
“Mrs. Olson! I must apologize. I am so sorry!”
“Jimmy, it’s OK. Tomorrow’s Saturday. Come early – 8 sharp - and we’ll study your math. And you left your book here.”
“I feel like a criminal. You’re a married woman. I mean I know your husband. This is terrible. Maybe I need another tutor!”
She spoke tenderly. “Jimmy, get back here for your book, study what you don’t get, and we’ll talk about it.”
“I don’t know.”
“Meet you in my driveway. Five minutes.”
Jimmy had called from a parking lot which he had pulled into to calm down, torn between lust and conscience. He composed himself and turned back to the Olson home.
He saw her from three houses away, facing him. Jimmy pulled in and started to get out, but she got in the passenger’s side.
“I want to apologize again,” he said, trembling. He took the algebra book from her. “OK, I have to go, big math test coming up….” But she put her hand on his cheek and caressed his face.
“Come tomorrow and I’ll get you ready.” She pulled him to her and kissed him on the lips, and she cooed when his arm fastened to her, and pressed her against him. They made out in her driveway. She got out of the car and leaned in. “Be here at 8 sharp.” They stared at each other, then he sped away.
She filled his dreams that night. A quivering Jimmy showed up at the Olson’s at 8. Suzanne answered the door in form fitting white pajamas, the top showing a bare tummy. He couldn’t take his eyes off her big tits, which were braless and spilled below the elastic band of her top. Her hair was in pigtails. He loved her large loop earrings and fresh lipstick.
She took his hand. “My husband is still sleeping. Hear his snoring?” she smirked. “I could use a hug,” she said. As they embraced for a few minutes she whispered: “Did you bring money?” He fished five twenties out of his pocket. “Why Jimmy, you’re nervous,” she smiled. She turned and put the cash on the table, her arm around him. “That covers some of the first hour.”
“Follow me,” she smiled. They walked into the study. As they resumed their hug she said: “The first thing you need to do is relax. We’re a team and this is team building.” She moaned as he kissed her.
She cooed in his ear: “I will help you ace your exam. Now take your shoes off and lie down on the couch.”
Through the cloud of lust he was wondering when they would get into the math questions he couldn’t figure out. “I’m supposed to meet my girlfriend at 9:15 for breakfast,” he said, kicking off his shoes.
“Oh sweetheart,” she said, her nipples on display under her top, “we’re doing a double session today, at least two hours. You’re on academic probation, I’m going to save you.”
His eyes fought to avoid her boobs. He managed a nervous declaration: “I know that but it’s kind of important. Haven’t seen her for months, she’s in school in Maryland.”
Suzanne sat on the couch, her big ass squeezing in by his waist. She leaned down and kissed him, her mouth opening over his. Her tongue dabbed its way around his lips, and she licked his ear and kissed his neck. “Call her up and tell her you’ll be late,” she said softly.
She bent forward to grab the cordless phone on an end table. Her bosom for a few seconds rested on his head. She handed him the phone.
“She’ll really be upset. I was thinking about proposing to her,” he protested weakly.
“You need to be here with me. Call her.”
He got his girlfriend on the phone. He struggled with the awkwardness of chatting while Suzanne sat so near and caressed him. She regarded him intently. He was getting used to staring back.
He told his soon-to-be fiancé that he was tied up with a new tutor and could they get together at lunch time. It was apparent from the buzz in the phone that Jimmy’s girlfriend was very angry.
“Well,” he said after a few minutes of stumbling, “Ok, I’ll see you for breakfast like we said.”
Suzanne shook her head. She arched her back and then, to his amazement, pulled off her pajama top. Her big tits fell out, and she cupped them and squeezed them. She raised them to her face, then let them drop several times, slapping against her skin. She straddled him and gradually lowered her tits over Jimmy’s incredulous face. They swayed over him, her nipples torturing him.
Jimmy’s girlfriend was talking in a blue streak. He occasionally made sounds of “yeah” and “uh-huh.” Suzanne grabbed the phone and switched it to speaker, and placed it on the couch next to Jimmy’s head. She rubbed her tits back and forth against him, their firm and smooth flesh over him like a dream come true. Jimmy grabbed her sizeable boobs and sucked on one, then the other. The girlfriend waxed enthusiastically about being with him for the rest of the weekend.
His resolve to meet her was slipping away. His balls had that ache from blocked sex.
To guarantee Jimmy would stay, Suzanne got up and turned around. Her big ass did grinds at him and then she inch by inch pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties. She twerked then straddled the muscular young athlete and peered over her shoulder to his wide-eyed, trance-like gaze. Her bare butt cheeks and long, deep ass crack were inches away, filling his senses.
“You know,” he coughed and continued on the phone, “this tutoring session is kind of important because of the grade I need to get in college algebra. I think I have to stay here until 10 or 10:30.”
Suzanne shuddered at the feel of his hands all over her naked ass, and he almost fainted from excitement as her hand popped open his shorts and found a fully aroused log of male flesh.
“What?!?” his girlfriend shrieked. Suzanne could not stand her voice.
She lusted for his cock and pulled it into the open. It sprang up like a tree, pointing more toward his navel than the ceiling. She yelled out and laughed in surprise. She licked what must have been an eight inch plus erection. Jimmy lay back, now lost in sexual desire. His to be intended was nagging him about the morning appointment.
Suzanne reached over for the phone and took over the conversation. “Hello, this is Suzanne Olson, Jimmy’s tutor.”
“Yeah,” she heard back.
“He hasn’t gotten the point across, but he needs to succeed in his studies, and he’s paying money for me to get him there, so I think you should be more considerate of this situation.” Suzanne put the phone down on the floor and licked the tip of his cock. Jimmy kneaded the abundant ass. Its skin was so smooth and inviting.
“Could I speak to Jimmy now? I don’t know you!” the girlfriend yelled.
“No, you may not,” Suzanne said firmly, jacking him off while she bluntly stated: “He’ll meet you this afternoon.” She pressed the off button and began to give Jimmy a blowjob, something his only girlfriend had never done. Jimmy felt like his dick was as big as the Eiffel Tower. This pleasure was totally new, scary.
After five minutes of sucking his cock Suzanne turned around and perched her crotch over his face. “Jimmy,” she panted, “have you ever licked a woman’s clitoris?”
He whispered “no. What do I do?”
She lowered her pussy close to his mouth, her arms perched on the arm of the couch. “Put your tongue right there.”
He aimed his tongue at the middle of her vagina. “A little higher,” she gasped.
He began licking her clitoris. “Is this OK?” he asked with boyish innocence.
The tongue and the clit were intersecting perfectly, and Suzanne, having not had this kind of lovemaking in a while, writhed over him. “Oh God yeah,” she squealed.
He put his hands on her ass and licked gently but thoroughly for a few minutes. “Should I keep going?” he asked, learning as he went along. She was pulling his face into her, caressing his hair and head.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she cried. He licked her steadily staring up at her tits. The waves of his licking lifted her insides toward ecstasy. Then she came strongly, ejaculating some love juice onto him.
She giggled as the climax washed over her, and she slid back onto his lap and jacked his eight incher. “What about Mr. Olson?” he asked, noticing how this cunnilingus had kept his pecker iron solid, purple, fully poised.
“He’s still sleeping,” she smiled.
“I’ve never done this before,” Jimmy confessed, “I hope I do it right.” His naïve sexuality made him that much more delectable.
She sucked his dick for a while, her posterior aimed at the ceiling, and then smiled at him. “You like the way it feels, Jimmy?” Mrs. Olson scooted forward over his body and perched with her wanton pussy over his dick. She aimed this substantial prick – what veins and what size! - at her crotch. She worked it inside a little at a time. Her lovely eyes gazed down, then regarded the carnal awakening on his face as she parked his manhood fully inside her.
“Oh wow,” he managed to say, leaning back, his eyes half closed. His hands squeezed her tits. She began to fuck him, rising and falling at first slowly on his impressive cock. Suzanne panted and soon she was bouncing away, working her hips and her ass. This was so evil and felt so good.
“I want all of you, baby,” she moaned. His hands fastened on her buttocks.
Then she heard coughing from upstairs. Ted was awake. She hopped off of Jimmy. With her bountiful and rounded cheeks bouncing deliciously, she ran and closed, then locked, the pocket doors leading to the study. She turned on a rap station on a FM radio on the shelf and turned it up. She bounded back to her young student and resumed their wicked fucking.
Her husband’s rising from his sleep excited her, and she fucked Jimmy harder. Her body grabbed as much of his dick as it could. She leaned over and dangled her tits, bouncing her big fat ass on him. Her butt slapped against his body.
“Suzanne? Hello?” Ted descended the stairs.
Jimmy’s eyes opened wide. “We should stop. Your husband!”
Suzanne fucked him even faster. “Don’t worry about it,” she snickered, “he’s a loser and he never has sex with me.”
Ted called some more then knocked on the door of the study. “You in there?”
“Jimmy is here,” she managed to yell, “I’m tutoring him.”
After a moment her husband yelled back: “Well, good morning Jimmy. Is my wife working her magic?” He was confused at the loud music and also thought he heard a lot of panting.
Slowing down her coital movements Suzanne yelled with irritation, “Ted, you promised not to interrupt my work. Are we clear?”
“Oh, sorry. Do you want coffee?”
“Ted, please, no interruptions!”
She bent down and had a deep kiss with Jimmy. She told him to get up and stand behind her as she knelt in the couch, facing the wall. She stuck out her ass.
“Think of this booty on Monday,” she whispered. He at first fumbled around, trying to aim his cock into her, and finally began fucking her. The sight and feel of her incredible butt intensified his lust and the center of his lower body seemed to well up with heat and power. His hands savored the delicious flesh. His strokes went into high speed and plowed deeper. Soon his balls could not stand the crescendo and he cried out. He shot what felt like a gallon of sperm into her body with mighty, deep strokes.
He stayed perched over her, his hands playing with her tits. His prick stayed in her.
“Jimmy!! That was wonderful!!” He was half-erect and moved back and forth in Suzanne’s snug pussy. The more he did it, the more he felt himself reload. Suzanne moaned and whispered, “I think we can work well together.”
Ted’s voice interrupted the afterglow. “I decided to run down to the Starbucks, be back in about twenty minutes, do you want a latte? Jimmy, do you drink coffee?”
Jimmy had collapsed on the couch. She straddled him, kissing him, then paused to loudly chide her husband about not conforming to her rule: no interruption during tutoring.
Ted left and his wife and her student walked out of the study, by way of the foyer, where she snatched the money Jimmy had given her. “This is a double session – do you have a hundred more?” she asked. He nodded and dug into his pocket for it. They embraced and she kissed him passionately. Putting his hands all over her aroused him again.
“I should shower and get dressed,” she said, “and then we can do some more tutoring. How about that?”
“Oh wow, sure,” he moaned. She walked him into the living room and patted a couch, handing him his math book. “Make yourself comfortable. My husband should be back soon.” He watched her walk slowly up the stairs and she stopped to look back.
Ted came back ten minutes later and greeted Jimmy, who was studying. The two had an uncomfortable chat. Ted stood in the kitchen to make breakfast.
“So is my wife helping you out?” he asked, looking in at Jimmy on the couch.
Jimmy cleared his throat, conflicting emotions coming after him. “Yes, sir.”
“I heard that music going in there at high volume,” Ted said, laughing slightly, “I was wondering if you two could hear yourselves think.”
Now that Ted was cut down to size by his termination Jimmy found in himself a gradual increase in confidence.
“Mrs. Olson has some crazy ideas about teaching me, but it does help. I am lucky to find her.”
They made small talk as Ted moved around the kitchen, out of Jimmy’s sight. “Well, I’ll let you study then,” Ted said anxiously.
He watched Jimmy pick up his math book, and moved out of view to clean some dishes.
Jimmy’s peripheral view was filled to the right with Suzanne, out of the shower, at the head of the stairs, her head wrapped in a white towel. She was drying herself with a large pink towel. She was nude, and high heels were at her feet. She eyeballed him, unsmiling.
Her lust for the youngster steered her actions. She could hear Ted’s voice coming out of the kitchen, competing with the sound of his breakfast preparations. Jimmy had the book open but it was impossible to actually study anything. Every other minute Ted and he exchanged conversation but Jimmy gawked in the direction of his wife every chance he had. She draped the pink towel around her shoulders and shook her big tits, slowly at first then quicker. Jimmy, horny again, alternated his eyes between the kitchen, his college algebra, and her teasing body.
She turned her back to him and bent over, grinding her extra wide hips. She pulled her ass cheeks open.
Ted came into the living room. Suzanne disappeared. “I guess the fruits of your efforts could be this Monday,” Ted said, smiling. “I toasted some bagels, come in and grab one.”
Jimmy desired Mrs. Olson, and resented her husband. So when she entered the kitchen five minutes later, Jimmy felt a slight victory at just having such pleasure with her, and with Ted Olson now out of a job. Sex with her was part of the payback for her husband’s arrogance.
She had come downstairs with alacrity, and cheerfully began announcing that Jimmy was going to do great things on his exam because of her showing him the power of attitude. Ted looked at her with a frown and said, “Honey, can I speak to you for a moment?” gesturing toward the living room. He took her hand and walked her out of the kitchen.
He said nothing at first, looking her up and down. Her thick hair half covered her face. She had on, a loose top with no bra, with her boobs jiggling all over the place, her nipples pressing against the fabric of her snug top that was tied in a midrif knot below her bosom. A short skirt that stopped at mid thigh. Her mile long legs were a sight to see. The stretch in the fabric between her big tits disturbed her husband.
“You need to dress like a tutor, not like you’re going to a night club to hook up,” he whispered.
“Excuse me?” she said.
“You look like a tramp. No bra? Seriously? You’re a professional, under contract with the university to tutor this student. I know they would NOT approve, if word got back.”
After a moment she grinned and said, “Fine. I’ll change the top of me but not the bottom.”
“No, a longer skirt or a pants suit. And put on that blazer,” he said.
“My tutoring job. My privilege to dress how I want. But this time --- I’ll change my top.”
He returned to the kitchen and said with a forced smile, “Jimmy, don’t let a woman walk over you when you get married.” They went back to their bagels. Ted complained that his replacement was an idiot.
She returned to the kitchen. Under her navy blue blazer was a red knit top.
“Better?” she said off handedly to Ted who was sitting opposite Jimmy at the kitchen dinette. She smiled at Jimmy, “do I look like a hooker, or a tutor?” Ted made a grunt of objection.
“You look great,” Jimmy cleared his throat then said, munching on the last part of his bagel.
“…But it’s warm in here,” she added, standing at the side of the table between them, undoing the one button of the blazer, “so I have to take this off.” She thrust her chest out and hung the jacket on the chair. She had put on a bra all right, one that lifted her breasts and sculpted their flesh to make them look very large and totally out there. Her red top appeared to be painted on.
Ted spoke. “Uh, Suzanne, put the blazer back on.”
Jimmy’s dick was hard again. He was eager to do the rest of the tutoring session. So when Suzanne asked for a vote as to “back on?” or “keep off?”, her young student stuttered, “sure, I guess keep off!”
Ted began objecting again but his wife shooshed him. “It’s 2-1, majority rules.” She put her hand on Jimmy’s and said, “c’mon you, let’s get back to work.”
“You and I need to talk later,” her husband stood up with a look of displeasure, his arms folded on his chest.
Suzanne grabbed Jimmy’s arm, and caressing it up and down, turned to Ted. “If I weren’t married, I would be dating this young man. I’d be dating him constantly.” Jimmy, red-faced, blushed as he thanked Ted for the breakfast.
Teacher and student walked away but she jerked back to grab the blazer off the chair. “Can’t forget my professional appearance!” she laughed.
Ted watched them go into the study, alarmed at his wife’s flirtatiousness and the feeling within him that something was going on behind that closed door. When the resurging loud music floated out, he put his ear to its wall.
“We have about forty minutes,” she cooed, snickering when Jimmy grabbed her and began kissing her just inside the study door. She pushed him down onto the couch to sit and slowly pulled off her top, revealing a lace bra and her incredible tits. Grinding her hips, she held the top at head level for a moment. Suzanne moved closer, moaning as he groped her chest and ass. Holding her arm straight out, she held her top and smiled at him, then tossed it after a pregnant moment to the floor. She hauled one of her tits out its snug cup and shook it, then sunk to the floor to her knees. Suzanne fished out his rock hard dick, giggling at its length, and began to suck him off.
Ted wondered why there was no talk. He stood at the wall for ten minutes.
He was walking away when his wife, who by this time was lying on the couch on her back with her legs in the air, was moaning loudly. Her young suitor, perched above her, rammed his meat in and out of her body.
Ted heard her yell: “This is what I want you to do with that text on Monday! Throw your whole body into it like you’re doing with me right now!”
“Oh yeah!” Jimmy yelled.
Ted could stand it no longer. He went to the door and pounded. “Is everybody all right in there?!?”
Jimmy, trained to have an instinctive reply to an adult his senior, turned to say something, but Suzanne pulled his head down to hers. Her fingers rested against his lips to preempt him. Then she said: “Keep fucking me. Don’t stop. Lick your finger and stick it in my asshole.”
He took one hand off her big tits and then put its index finger in his mouth.
“Yeah, finger-fuck my big ass,” she said softly.
“You sure it won’t hurt you?” he asked, genuinely curious and concerned.
“Just do it,” she whispered loudly between moans.
His hand moved to her ass crack as he pounded away and their sweat bathed each other.
“What about Mr. Olson?” he asked.
“I want your finger in my asshole,” she said, anticipating the bonus pleasure of his exploration of her tight anus.
He rubbed his finger around her cunt and then worked it into her asshole, slowly then more energetically. “Oh yeah,” she cooed.
Ted persisted in his knocking. Jimmy fucked her deeper than he had before, and he was ignited by the combination of the paradise of their fornication, her screams that came with his finger fucking her asshole, and her husband pounding on the door and asking if everything was all right. Jimmy cried out and shot five loads of semen into Mrs. Olson, and she came right after him, his finger plunging into and out of her rectum.
They lay together for a moment. Then Suzanne took a remote for the music player and turned it down.
“What?” she called out to her husband.
“Are you two all right?” he asked for the tenth time.
“Yes, and you are interrupting again! What about the promise you made? What part of it, to let me do my job, did you not understand?”
“Yeah, well bullshit. We need to talk, after I get out of the shower!”
He stormed upstairs. Suzanne and Jimmy got dressed. “So today came to $300,” she said as he opened the front door, already wanting to have sex with her again.
He gave her the balance. “Seems like a lot of money,” he said, “the form we filled out at the restaurant was for $50 a lesson.”
“Was I worth $300?” Suzanne turned irresistibly, pushing her derriere against him.
He sighed. “Yes.”
Over the weekend Ted barely spoke to his wife. He demanded that Suzanne explain the loud music and the suspicious sounds coming from the study during the tutoring session. “Frankly, it sounds like he’s fucking you,” he bellowed.
“Don’t question my methods!” she poked him with her index finger, “once he scores well on this exam, I’m going to bump my price. And that will keep us out of debtor’s prison.” He slammed a drawer in the kitchen and glared at her. “And another thing,” she said authoritatively, “I don’t want to hear you interrupting the sessions with my students again.”
He grinned defiantly, “Students? You only have one.”
“That’s going to change.”
On Monday evening an excited Jimmy telephoned the Olson residence. Ted took the call. Five minutes later Suzanne came back from getting a manicure.
“Jimmy called,” her husband said. “You must be doing something right.”
“He passed?”
“He got an A. He had the best score in the class.”
Part 2 to follow
