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I’d been tutoring Tess for three weeks, preparing her to acquire her final credits for graduation, when after our last session she invited me to join her in the backyard pool for what she called a celebratory dip. We’d had the beautiful old house pretty much to ourselves for our meetings. The only other person I’d ever seen was a middle-aged housekeeper/cook who seemed to disappear by late afternoon.

Tess had been sent to live with her mother after her parents’ divorce, but she couldn’t stand her mom’s boyfriend/soon-to-be-husband and had opted instead for a rather vagabond existence with her father, who worked in the oil business. They’d spent much of the last few years moving around the Middle East, and Tess told me of the various restrictive regimes she’d lived under, and how it had meant something of a hit-or-miss education and limited her exposure to what she called ‘a normal life.’

“You mean boyfriends and parties and such?” I asked her.

“Well, yes, but mostly sex,” she confessed, staring at me frankly with her enormous gray eyes.

She’d turned eighteen some time that Spring, and was remarkably mature and independent for her age. Which is why I suppose her father had allowed her to fly back early to the home supervised by the elusive housekeeper. He would return by himself by the end of the month, in phase one of his partial retirement.

Now, as our sessions came to an end and I was confident she would qualify for graduation, Tess had begun to hint that perhaps another kind of tutorial could be instigated before her father came home. These hints had begun maybe the middle of the second week of our acquaintance and now they were culminating in an invitation to join her in her pool, with no other adults around.

I’d hesitated, of course, but our sessions were now at an end. I might never see her again. And her magnetism was too hard to resist. Part of it was her sweetness of nature, her intelligence, her openness about her recent restrictive life. But mostly, I have to confess, it was her pure sex appeal that tipped the balance.

Having her excuse herself for a few minutes at the end of our last session and return wearing only a light wrap over her tiny bikini, along with her pool invitation, well, it was all just too much to resist. My protests over not having a bathing suit were soon solved by her offering me one of her father’s and within minutes we were cavorting in the cool clear water.

“Have you thought about my proposition?” she gurgled at one point, rising up out of the water in front of me and giving me a close-up view of her full breasts joggling and dripping in their absurdly brief harness.

“Your proposition?”

“Yes, you know, about a continuing tutorial, with you teaching me all about sex.”

“You’re a remarkably mature, intelligent teenager. I’m sure you don’t need me to teach you about sex.”

“But I do! I’m eighteen and I’m still a virgin! I haven’t had any experience and I so need it. I so want it. You’ve been such a terrific tutor up to now. I’ve learned so much in such a short time. Now I want you to teach me about sex. You don’t want me to learn from Kevin or Ryan, do you?”

“Who are Kevin and Ryan?”

“Two college boys from the neighborhood. They’ve been sniffing around me since I got back. But they’re just callow youths.”

Callow youths. I laughed out loud at her phrasing. She really could be so funny, so endearing. I so wanted to hug her, to kiss her, to do other things with her.

“I’ll think about it,” I lamely offered. “You’re eighteen, I’m pushing thirty. I’m supposed to tutor you academically.”

“But you’re not married?”

“Divorced.”

“And I’m willing and eager. What’s the problem? You’d just be tutoring me erotically. We’d have fun. Don’t you want to play with these?”

She quickly unhooked her bikini top and I was suddenly gazing at two of the fullest, most perfectly shaped tits I’d ever encountered. On such a slender and petite girl they almost appeared enhanced, but I was sure this wasn’t the case. They glistened with streams of water, the nipples absurdly erect, with droplets dripping from them.

I don’t know how I resisted, but somehow I did. It was my last gasp of resistance. I laughed, took her by the shoulders, leaned in to kiss her on the mouth, then splashed out of the pool and headed for the basement bathroom a few feet away. It took her maybe a minute and a half to follow me and by then I was standing under a warm shower, soaping up my crotch and trying to tamp down my growing erection.

She stood dripping on the threshold for a second, gazing at me through the glass of the shower stall. Then she was dropping her bikini bottom and stepping naked into the shower with me. The rest of her was just as impressive as those magnificent tits. Slender, perfectly shaped legs, delightfully curved hips, flat belly. The fur of her pussy was wispy and almost non-existent.

“What’s the first lesson?” she grinned. “This is your penis, right?”

“See, you do know something!” I said, the last of my resistance sinking tandoğan escort as my erection rose up. “It’s my cock. Say it. Say the words. Get on your knees so you can see it up close.”

She had touched her fingers to the underside and tilted my shaft upwards. Now she did as instructed, sank to her knees and held it up inches from her face. It was still far from erect, but it was getting there.

“Cock,” she said. “Cock. cock, cock. And these are your testicles.”

Her free hand came up to cup the soft sac of my scrotum. She had such a gentle touch. My cock was erecting slowly but steadily.

“My balls, yes. Squeeze them gently, soap them up. Soap my cock too. Pump it gently and see what happens.”

“It’s growing! It’s getting thicker, stiffer!” she grinned.

Her slender fingers had curled around my hardening dick and she was spreading soapy foam up and down the shaft. Her other hand soaped up my balls with a sweet, tender pressure. My prick grew thicker, longer, harder, in her gently squeezing grip.

“Like this? Am I doing it right?” she wanted to know. Her fist had commenced a steady wanking motion on the stiffening shaft.

“That’s good. That’s nice. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m pumping your cock. I’m masturbating you.”

“Yes. You’re jerking me off. Say it. Say the words.”

“I’m jerking you off. I’m squeezing your balls and jerking your cock. I’m jerking you off.”

“And you’ve really never done this before? This is really your first time?”

“It is, honestly. I wouldn’t lie to you. I’ve thought about it a lot, but never done it.”

“But you must masturbate yourself? You must have done that.”

“Yes. That I’ve done a lot. I’ve just never had the opportunity to, you know, do this, masturbate a real live cock. My gosh it’s getting so big! Look at the size of this thing!”

It was almost fully erect now, a great thick log of meat in her hand. She slid her soapy fingers up and down, up and down, expertly masturbating me while her other hand soaped and massaged my aching balls. And I began to wonder how long I would last. I had a gorgeous, willing teenager naked on her knees in front of me, performing wonders of masturbation with no prior experience. This was fantasyland.

“What else should I do? What’s the next lesson?” she wanted to know.

“Well, why don’t you lick it and put it in your mouth? The next lesson is cock-sucking.”

“Cock-sucking! Wow! That’s just what I was thinking myself. My mouth is watering!”

The shower had been spraying my shoulders up until now and I angled so the cascade would wash the soap from my cock and balls. Once clean, my prick soared in full erection through her still pumping fingers. Without hesitation she pursed her lips and planted a wet kiss on the glistening tip. Then her tongue began a sweet licking of the upper shaft, curling this way and that around the engorged crown.

“Like that, yes. A very important lesson, this. One of the most exciting things you can do for a man. Use your mouth all over his hard cock. And when you’re done, don’t forget the balls. Lick them and take them in your mouth. Suck them.”

“Wow, this is great! You’re a terrific teacher. I knew you would be.”

She licked up and down my hard-on from every angle, scraping her tongue up the entire length of the shaft and then sinking her lips over the pulsing head. She sucked in the glans and several inches of shaft, using her tongue to tease and curl. Her head began to move up and down as she sucked, her one hand still locked around the base in a gentle pumping motion.

“Wow, this is great!” she repeated, pulling off me for a moment. “I love it! Cock-sucking, I love it! Am I a good little cock-sucker?”

“The best. You’re a natural. A natural-born cock-sucker.”

She stuffed my prick back between her lips and began to suck in more and more of the hard shaft, sinking as deep as she could, her nostrils flaring on every down-stroke. When she finally pulled back up and off she was gasping, grinning up at me with an intense light in her eyes. She appeared to be having the time of her life.

“Your balls! I can’t forget your balls!” she panted.

And she tilted my aching prick up out of the way while her head dipped and she began curling her tongue every which way on my dangling nuts. She coated the pouch with saliva, her tongue a crazy, already expert item in her repertoire. Then she was slurping her lips over first one testicle then the other, sucking each with a warm, wet tenderness that had my semen swirling in seconds.

“Tess, you’re amazing,” I groaned. “Anyone would think you’d been doing this for years!”

“You like it? I’m doing it right?” she gasped, taking another breather. “You like it when I suck your balls, when I lick and suck your cock?”

“It’s fantastic. I love it. The best blowjob I’ve had so far!”

“Blowjob! I love it too. I could get addicted to this!”

And back she went to work on my balls, sucking them, licking them, squeezing them gently tunalı escort in her fingers. Till she was back sucking cock, driving her mouth so deep on her up and down strokes that she almost reached the base.

In fact she paused at one point with my dick-head buried somewhere deep in her throat. And when she slid back up and had to slip free my cock to catch her breath I took the opportunity to clutch the shaft and rub it all over her face, into her cheeks and chin and forehead, into the sockets of her eyes, leaving tracks of pre-cum juice glistening on her achingly pretty features.

“Oh my! Oh gosh!” she laughed, closing her eyes and gripping the backs of my thighs with both hands.

She let me rub my oozing cock all over her face without complaint. And when at last I let her take back my throbbing shaft she continued the process, smearing my glans all over her face and laughing all the while. Whatever restrictions her life had been laboring under up until now, she was letting them all go. She was in her element, a willing, eager sex doll. She was learning a lot in her first sex tutorial.

“Is this all part of the lesson, part of my training?” she said at last, her face aglow with pre-cum slime. “What do you call this?”

“It’s called driving your tutor mad.”

She laughed and sank her mouth back over the head of my cock, resumed her now expert sucking. But I was too far gone. The absolutely lewd eroticism of the situation was too much. With my cock-head on her tongue I felt myself explode, spurting a huge wad of cum into her mouth.

She let my prick slip from her lips and gazed up at me with those amazing gray eyes, as if she wasn’t sure what had just happened. Her mouth sagged open and I had a vision of a shimmering pool of white sperm covering her tongue and oozing out over her lips in a thick, drooling mess.

It was an erotic moment frozen in time, both of us gazing at each other in anticipation of what would happen next. What did happen was that I took my cock in hand and began jerking off, spurting streamer after streamer of hot semen all over her face.

I decorated one side then the other, striping her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, splashing her eyes and her temples, soaking strands of her hair, till her lovely face was a distorted mask of silver sperm, splattered and obliterated by a deluge of cum.

“Oh my! Oh gosh!” she gasped, her mouth still drooling semen.

She clutched the backs of my thighs for dear life, almost fighting for breath under the torrent of cum. Till what sounded like cries of distress turned into gasping laughter and she seemed to be enjoying her impromptu sperm-shower.

I’m not sure how long I orgasmed. It seemed like minutes. My balls seemed to have quarts of spunk to deliver. And I kept pumping, tilting my cock this way and that, making sure I covered every inch of her lovely face with the glistening silver streams of sperm. It was epic. It was unforgettable.

And when at last I was empty, utterly drained by this gorgeous young creature, I simply gazed down at her, amazed at the totally depraved picture she made, grotesquely soiled and sullied by the massive torrent of cum I’d deposited.

“What do I look like? I’d love to see,” she whispered, a thick strand of sperm drooling from her mouth and dripping from her chin.

“Like you’ve just taken a quart of semen all over your face. You are a mess, young lady.”

“Semen. I love that word.”

“Semen, sperm, spunk, cum, jizz. There are lots of words for it.”

“Semen, sperm, spunk, cum, jizz. I love it. Was this part of my lesson? Was I meant to get a sperm-facial?”

“It wasn’t planned, no. But it’s just as well you learn what a male ejaculation is like, up close.”

My discarded clothes lay across a divan just outside the shower stall and I could reach out and grab my phone and take a quick series of pornographic photos of her despoiled face. Then I was back with her in the shower, helping to hose her down.

Once she was clean I had her stand close while I explored every inch of her glorious body. I fondled her tits and fingered her pussy, making her squirm and squeal with delight. I had her stand in front of me while I caressed her tits from behind, my deflated cock lodged snugly between the awesome globes of her trim little ass. As I humped her from behind I was amazed to sense a renewed stiffening of my prick between her buns.

“What’s the next part of the lesson? Are you going to fuck me?” she wondered.

“How safe would that be, even if I could get it up again? Are you on the pill?”

“I just started. I saw my doctor a few weeks back.”

“Well, there are alternatives we could try, since I don’t have any condoms with me. How would you feel about anal sex?”

“Are you serious? That’s a thing? You could fuck me up the ass?”

“Yes. In fact I’d love to, if you’re game. It’s part of your tutorial that should come later, but we could skip ahead.”

“What a dirty guy you are,” she laughed. “I guess I couldn’t türbanlı escort have chosen a better teacher.”

“We can think about it. In the meantime we can do other things.”

“Like what?”

“Well for starters we could shave your pussy, get your pubic hair out of the way. Then I can eat your sweet clean cunt, give you the orgasm you deserve after draining my balls so expertly.”

“Cunt. Another word for my vocabulary. You really think I did a good job? You liked how I sucked your cock?”

“You were great. For a beginner, your cock-sucking skills are amazing.”

We were stepping out of the shower, helping each other dry off. I caught her gazing fondly at my partially erect cock as if she wanted to start sucking me all over again.

“I really loved sucking you,” she said. “Having you hard in my mouth was fantastic.”

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it. But how about when I came? You seemed shocked.”

“I guess I was. I just wasn’t expecting a mouthful of sperm. But then having you shoot all over my face! What an experience!”

“You’re learning a lot today.”

“I am! And look, you’re getting hard again! All this dirty talk is getting you excited!”

She was right. My dick was starting to engorge again. It swayed heavily from side to side as I found shaving materials at the nearby sink and spread a towel across the divan. I had her sit with her legs wide open while I lathered her up and began a gentle clearing of the wispy hair of her crotch. There wasn’t much and I soon had her pudenda and labia free of the last tiny hair. Her pussy was partly open already, glistening with girly syrup from her recent excitement.

“You look like you’re ready for an orgasm,” I told her. “And you’ve never had this done to you?”

“Never,” she smiled. She lay there naked for me on the divan, her legs spread wide in sexual abandon, her pussy winking open, wet and glistening in anticipation.

“Okay, here we go,” I announced. And down I went, first kissing her pudenda and upper thighs before working my way lower into her glorious pink treasure.

“Oh my! Oh gosh!” she gasped as I licked the outer lips of her sweet pussy.

I scraped my tongue up each side of her widening oval then swirled it around to pry open the pulpy lips even further. The pink circle of her inner labia appeared and I tongued it apart, probing, probing further and deeper.

“Oh my! Oh gosh!” she repeated.

A sweet syrup was oozing from deep inside her, glistening now all over the blossoming girly flesh. And at the apex the tiny pink bud of her clitoris. I tapped it once, twice, before pressing my tongue tip onto it repeatedly, teasing it in a steady lapping motion.

“Oh my! Oh fuck!” she whimpered, and her entire lower body began to squirm, as if trying to escape my licking.

“You okay? I’m not hurting you?” I asked, pausing to glance up into her sweat-slick face.

“I’m good! I’m fucking great! I love this! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” she hissed.

I went back to work, concentrating on her swelling clit, tonguing it in a series of relentless flicks. Her squirming continued and I stayed with her. Her thighs seemed to quiver on either side of my face.

“So good! So sweet! So fucking nice!” she cooed. Her hand had cradled the back of my head, drawing me deeper into her crotch.

She began an extended whimpering, along with her lower body gyrations. Her eyes were clenched shut, I noticed, and her head rolled spasmodically from side to side. Her pussy continued to ooze its sweet syrup.

Until suddenly she was heaving her trim little ass up off the divan, mashing her crotch onto my face and swaying her thighs back and forth on either side of me. Her whimpers grew louder, sounding more and more as if she was in distress, crying.

But I stayed with her, not letting up on my steady teasing of her clit. I used my fingertips to pry open her pulpy labia till she was gaping wide. And now her lower body was gyrating in a wide circular motion. And she was gushing great squirts of pussy juice.

This seemed to go on for quite some time. My jaw was aching with effort by the time she was finally settled down into a modest squirming on the divan. Her whimpers decreased, her motions slowed, until finally she was still, her tits and belly heaving, her breath coming in short, harsh gasps.

“You okay?” I asked her at last, lifting my greasy face from her gaping crotch.

She didn’t answer. She seemed to be in some kind of sex trance. Her eyes were heavy-lidded once they opened and focused. She gazed down at me as if she didn’t recognize me. Until a sweet smile curled the corner of her mouth and I knew she was just fine.

“Why don’t you do what you were talking about earlier? I think I’m ready for anything now. Fuck me up the ass. I want to know what it feels like.”

“You sure?”

“Yes! I want it. I want to try everything.”

“Roll over for me,” I instructed. “Show me that gorgeous little ass. Tilt it up for me.”

My words seemed to take a while to register, as if she was just waking from a deep sleep, but eventually she did as I asked, easing her body over till she was half kneeling, half lying on the divan, her terrific ass tilted up toward me. And I couldn’t resist, I bent down and began kissing those beautiful taut globes. Then my tongue was licking up between them, pausing at the puckered ring of her anus to poke and probe.

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