It’s the second lesson and the girls are starting to compete for my attention.
I thought that Beverley’s first lesson had gone quite well.
She had paid attention to the Spanish vocabulary and grammar that I had tried to explain. And she had raised no objection to paying for my services in kind, just like my sister.
Indeed she had sucked on my cock with genuine enthusiasm, once she had overcome her reservations about letting me see her naked – she was a little bit chubby, but I didn’t mind.
And I didn’t mind that the blow job was messy and amateurish.
She had done her best and she was eager to please.
Better still, it sounded as though she would be back for more.
Her teacher had awarded her
a grade C (a career high) so she was bound to report for a second lesson on Friday.
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The days passed by slowly, but as I expected, once the school week was complete, Beverley presented herself for tuition alongside my sister.
“Here I am Sir,” she gave me an unexpected kiss, that earned her a scowl from Patsy.
I tried to remain aloof and detached as though I was a proper tutor, but I couldn’t help noticing that Beverley’s persona her shifted since last week.
She was brighter, more confident, wearing makeup, perfume, a tighter blouse and a shorter skirt.
And she couldn’t stop calling me “Sir”
“I can’t wait to find you what you’re going teach me this week, Sir” she said saucily.
I tried to keep things professional.
“Well that depends on what you’ve both been learning at school this week.” I told her, “Just give me your exercise books, so l can work out a lesson plan.”
“I was hoping to learn things they don’t teach is at school.” she whispered.
“You’re here to learn Spanish,” Patsy scolded.
“That’s right,” I confirmed, “and if you don’t get good grades then you don’t have to pay me, so I hope you concentrate.”
I was trying to curb Beverley’s affectionate advances.
I really had no time for a girlfriend.
I was still dedicated to my own academic studies – I was determined to achieve a place at university.
And Patsy was happy to give me all the sex I could handle, without any romantic complications.
Fortunately my newest pupil got the message and focused on her lesson, along with my sister and they both worked well.
I was confident that they were safely en route to good grades when I left them to put the finishing touches to their homework and went down to the lounge to watch a documentary on TV.
I was hoping to learn something new about classical history, but inevitably my concentration was broken by two noisy girls.
“Hi Sir.
Surprise!”
I couldn’t help notice that they had changed out of their school uniforms into their nightgowns – Beverley’s was definitely a little more skimpy than the one she’d worn last week.
“You like?” She asked.
I nodded of course, but her clothing wasn’t the surprise. She produced a bottle from behind her back.
“I hope you like cider!”
Patsy went to get the glasses and I agreed to have a drink with them although alcohol wasn’t really my thing.
So the TV was turned off and we started to chat.
I’d never “chatted” with Beverley before, in fact I’d barely ever spoken to any of my sister’s friends but she was quite good company. However there was one thing that she was dying to ask.
“Was I okay last week… you know, when I sucked you.
I know you said I was good but it was an awful mess. I hardly swallowed any of it.”
“It was fine,” I assured her.
“You did better than me.” Patsy added.
“What?” Beverley was surprised (and so was I).
“You had to spank me, didn’t you?”
I squirmed uncomfortably under the spotlight, “Well…”
“Don’t be silly.” Beverley leapt to my defense, “There’s no way Steve would do that. He’s a proper gentleman. Your lucky to have such a good brother.”
“He did!
Patsy’s voice got louder as the booze kicked in.
“I lied and I tried to get out of blowing him by pretending I’d got a crap grade, but he found out and spanked my bum.”
“Rubbish!” Her friend didn’t believe her.
“I’ll prove it.” My sister wasn’t backing down
“How?”
Patsy glared at her then turned to face me.
“Put your drink down.”
I did as I was told and lent back a little to make room for her on my lap.
She bent over my knee and ficked up her nighty.
“Ten on the bare, just like last time,” she instructed.
“It was twelve actually,” I couldn’t help but correct her.
“Fine, just do it.”
I pulled Patsy’s panties down to her knees and paused to admire the pert posterior presented before me.
Beverley looked as me suspiciously, wondering if they was really going to go through with it.
Slap!
Both girls jumped when my first strike landed. It wasn’t very hard, but made a sharp crack and caught them both by surprise.
The next two followed quickly.
Hard enough to sting but not intended to punish.
I paused and took a moment to rub the reddening buttocks.
I was pretending to rub them better, whilst covertly copping a feel.
I caught Beverley’s eye, she was observing the spectacle with wrapt attention, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue.
The spanking resumed assuming a steady rhythm.
Smacking each buttock in turn.
Every slap punctuated by an “ouch” or a squeal.
I halted again after “number ten”.
Caressing my sister’s arse again, but squeezing and groping, instead of simply rubbing.
“Two more to go,” I told her.
“And they’re always the worst, aren’t they” she prompted.
Well that hadn’t been my intention, but if that was what she wanted…
Crack! Crack!
I completed the disciplinary display with two genuine blows, producing a pair of proper squeals from my sister and leaving tell-tale handprints on her arse.
“See!”
Patsy stood up, giving Beverley a perfect view of her bum.
“I told you, I wasn’t lying.”
“I believe you,” Beverley breathed.
She was clearly amazed by what she had seen, but I noticed her hand between her thighs and suspected that she was feeling other emotions too.
I don’t think Patsy noticed that, but she did spot the erection that I’d been sporting since she popped herself over my knee.
“I guess this is a good time to pay for my lesson, Sir.”
I had no objection and remained in my seat as she stripped off her nighty (she always paid me naked) and took my throbbing rod into her mouth, serving me with her usual hunger and efficiency.
She swallowed every drop and bid me “thanks for the lesson”.
I barely had time to zip up my fly before the girls said their “goodnights” and went up to bed.
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I lay under my sheets the next morning quietly stroking my dick and waiting for a knock at my door.
The knock, when it came, was softer than usual, a little uncertain.
“Come on in,” I was ready to receive callers, but to my surprise there was only one.
Beverley was alone.
“No Patsy this week I asked?”
“Oh she’s just tired this morning that’s all so no it’s just me.”
“Is she okay?”
“Yes, I think…” she dared herself to say what was on her mind, “I think her bum was a bit too sore for her to get off to sleep last night Sir.”
“I see.” I feel a little guilty about those two “proper” spanks that I’d given her.
“Oh no, Sir.” Beverley explained.
“It wasn’t your fault at all.
She isn’t blaming you.
You never made her go over your knee and she told you to make the last two especially hard.
No, if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”
She stood up straight, taking responsibility.
“I should never have called her a liar.”!
“Well we’d all been drinking,” I reasoned.
“That’s no excuse Sir.
I was me that deserved that spanking, not Patsy.”
I should have taken that as a hint and bent her over for a good seeing to, but I was still a bit slow at reading girls’ moods, so I explained that it wasn’t unusual for even the best of friends to fall out from time to time. And I was sure that Patsy wouldn’t hold it against her.
All that Beverley needed to do was to just pay me for her lesson, as usual.
So that’s what she did.
She pulled off her nighty with much confidence than she shown last week, taking a moment to arch her back to exaggerate her boobage.
She was still more reserved about removing her panties though and she dropped to her knees before carefully peeling them away without fully revealing her snatch.
“Ready Sir?” she asked, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
“Ready.” I confirmed and shifted my gaze to the ceiling as I felt the elastic of my pyjama pants shift off my waist and move to my thighs, while my cock was exposed to the cool air and free to rise and swell as it prepared itself for intimate feminine attention.
Beverley’s tongue was wet and willing albeit a little uncertain.
Still learning its trade, experimenting with licking the length, swirling about the head, teasing the tip. Testing my reactions until it was time to part her lips and take me into her mouth.
She took me a little deeper this time.
She was more poised, more patient, more thoughtful.
Bringing her lips into play.
Even daring to brush me with her teeth once or twice.
I guessed that she must have been taking advice from my sister or reading the articles on those “women’s magazines”.
But wherever she was getting her tips from she was putting them to good use and when she began to bob her head and suck and slide along my shaft in earnest, I knew I was nearing the edge.
I shouted a warning and let loose.
I copious quantity of well earned cum cascaded from my cock into the mouth my eager you maiden.
Beverley boldly held her position for as long as she good. Determined to consume my load in the way that a lusty lass should and, whilst I’m sure that more of it found it’s way down her throat than last week, there is no denying that most of it was destined to end its journey on her face, her neck or her tits.
Naturally she disappointed, but I patted her head and assured her that she “would get better with practice.”
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Patsy didn’t call in me until her friend had departed for home.
“I’d almost given up on you,” I joked.
“I know Bev never seems to want to leave. Doesn’t she know she’s wasting our shagging time.”
We shared a laugh.
“So you’re okay then?” I asked, “After last night? Beverley said you were sore.”
“Well yeah, my bum’s a bit stingy, but it’s a nice warm feeling, if you know what I mean?”
I didn’t.
I had no idea.
But I did like spanking her – it was a rare treat and I was pleased to hear that she enjoyed it too.
“Beverley was fascinated by it all,” Patsy continued, “She couldn’t get enough of that “50 Shades of Grey” book.
I’m surprised she didn’t ask you to do it with her too.”
“Oh, er. I think she was might have been trying to, but I kind of missed the signals.” I confessed – I still wasn’t very good at “reading” girls.
“Well, you ought to know that she’s up for it, if you get another chance.”
“Thanks,”
I did hope I’d get another chance with Beverley, but in the meantime I was with Patsy and she only wanted one thing!
“Right then,” I got down to business, ” How do you want it?”
“Well my magazine says that “wheelbarrow” is the “position of the month”.
“Sounds good to me.”
I sat on the side of the bed, as she arranged herself as she would for a wheelbarrow race on a school sports day.
Facing the floor.
Supported by her hands.
Legs out behind her.
Thighs spread either side of my hips.
Pulled tightly into my body.
Her cunt inches above my cock just waiting to be impaled.
And her buttocks available to feel the heat of my hand once again.
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Our parents returned home about 30 minutes later and that would usually have marked the end of the day’s amorous adventures, but a phone call changed all that.
It was Beverley.
“Are you busy this afternoon.” she asked.
“Oh, I was just planning to do some extracurricular reading to see if I could find a paradigm shifting insight that will improve the lot of mankind and earn me a Nobel prize.” I replied with nerdish sarcasm.
“Oh good, nothing important then,” I don’t think she’d understood a word I’d said. “Could you pop round for a while – there was something I didn’t really understand?”
I sighed inwardly.
I really did have some reading that I wanted to do, but I couldn’t refuse to help my student, so l agreed to “pop round”.
It took about 20 minutes to walk across town to her family’s home.
I’d never been there before and I couldn’t help but be impressed.
It was a single storey house, but it was much bigger and smarter than ours.
I made a mental note that this was the kind of place I would buy once I’d gained my degree and climbed the career ladder to the apex of my profession – it was only a matter of time.
Beverley opened the door before I’d even knocked – she must have been waiting for me.
“Thanks for coming, do come in.
I was surprised to find that both her parents were out, but didn’t think too much of it and when she showed me into her bedroom I still assumed Beverley’s motives to be innocent.
She left me for a moment to fetch me a drink.
Naturally, I was expecting a cup of tea, so l was a little shocked when she handed me a glass of wine. I reasoned that must be the kind of thing that people who live in big houses do.
Anyway, it was time to find out what I could do for my student.
“You said there was something you weren’t clear about.” I started, “I suppose is the pluperfect tense. It is a little difficult to understand, but let me try to explain…”
“No, it’s not about Spanish,” she interjected. “It’s…. well it’s something you said… about me… when I, when I “paid for my first lesson.”
“Oh… what?”
“Do you remember when I took my nightdress off,” (how could I forget?), “you said I was… you said you liked my er… my tits.”
“Yes, of course I remember, I said you were “desirable”.
“That’s right, but… well did you mean it because you didn’t seem that interested this week.”
I understood.
She had made a effort to make herself look nice for more me, but I’d been too dim to notice.
“I’m sorry.
I thought you looked very nice when you came round for your lesson, but when if I’m going to be a good tutor then I have to concentrate on the work.”
It was the best excuse I could think of, but Beverley wasn’t convinced.
“Are you sure that’s all it is – I mean I know I’m not the prettiest girl in my class. I could certainly do with losing a few pounds.”
“You mustn’t think like that.” I told her, slipping into my lecturing mode. Don’t let fashion or the media tell you what you should look like.
Don’t ever let them make you feel like you’re not good enough.”
“Yes but…”
I interrupted her – I hadn’t completed my speech.
“Let me put it like this.
Imagine there’s a garden.
Full of flowers.
All sizes.
All shapes.
All colours.
All beautiful.
All capable attracting of their fair share of bees.” I chuckled.
“Oh… and does this bee attract you,”
“You do.”
“So you do like my tits then?”
“Of course,” I was beginning to become frustrated at her need for validation. “I would never have said so if I didn’t. I’ll prove it if you like.”
“And how would you do that, Sir?”
We seemed to “both be on the same page”, at last.
I sat on the bed and eyed her, standing before me.
“Take your tee shirt off,” I commanded, matter of factly.
She did as I’d asked without a word, making my cock throb and swell before she’d even dropped the garment to the floor.
“And the bra.” I added, trying to stifle a nervous croak in my voice.
“Would you like to undo it for me please Sir,” Beverley turned her back to offer me the clasp.
I hooked her and sensed the weight of breasts pull on her shoulders as they dropped slightly without their silken support.
She turned to face me, unsure what to do with her hands but determined to resist the urge to cover her chest.
I took a proper look.
She actually did have nice tits.
They weren’t pert little “dolly bird” bird boobs.
They were “big girl’s” tits that started just beneath her collar bone and swelled to become a bouncy, fullsome pair seperated by a narrow cleavage.
She’d obviously always kept them hidden, because there was no sign of a suntan, but the areola were dark and broad and the short nipples hard and erect.
They were quite different from my sister’s, but I wanted them just as much.
“May I touch them?” I asked.
“Okay, if you like.” was the nervous reply.
I tried to be gentle.
Stroking softly with my fingertips.”
Beverley giggled, “Ooh that tickles… No one’s ever…”
I smiled and continued.
Unhurried.
Exploring the full expanse of her assets.
Working down the slope of her breast then moving to her flank before slipping beneath to the underbust.
Cupping.
Lifting.
Squeezing gently.
Then closing in on her nipples.
Teasing and flicking.
Beverley unconsciously marched her back to offer herself up for my intimate examination.
Sighing and gasping.
Oohing and mewing.
As I fondled places that no man had ever touched before.
Then I kissed her.
I kissed her tits.
Little kissed that excited her flesh.
And big sucking kisses that stretched her nipples and made go weak at the knees.
I eased her onto the bed.
Sitting behind her.
Holding her between my thighs.
Looking at our images in the mirror.
Seeing her bare breasts roll and spread and spring beneath my hands.
Pink and swollen from my molestation.
Wet and shiny from my spittle.
And ripe with arousal.
“Look,” I told her, pointing at the wanton reflection, “don’t you see how beautiful and sexy you are?”
“Oh god,” was her only response.
I pulled her towards me, tightening my grip.
“And can you feel something digging into your back?
Something big and hard.”
“Oh..” she gave a sharp intake of breath. “That’s not… Is that your dick.”
“Yeah,” I told her, “big and hard and all because of your sexy tits.”
I lifted her off and slipped down my trousers and pants.
“See?
All because of you.
I told you you were beautiful and there’s the proof.”
“Yeah, I suppose so.”
Beverley didn’t seem to know what to say but eventually asked, “Do you want me to suck it?”
“Maybe we could try something else, for a change,” I suggested, “with boobs like that I bet you could get me off with a tit wank.”
“What’s that?”
“You make me come by using your tits. Not your mouth.
Not your hand.
Just your tits.
Come on, I’ll tell you how.”
I thought I knew what to do, although I’d never tried it before.
I told her to kneel down and shuffle toward me.
“Now put your hands on your boobs and push them either side of my cock.”
“Oooh, like this,” she giggled, “looks like a hotdog!”
I didn’t care what it looked like – it felt great.
My manly meat encased in the tight valley between her bountious buns.
I began to jerk up and down, enjoy the pressure the soft flesh surrounding my stiff rod.
Beverley began to jiggle her boobs, matching my rhythm and seeking to enhance the sensual sensation about my staff.
We worked at eachother with enthusiasm and expectation, awaiting for the moment when the magic would happen and I would explode with climax.
However the moment never came, so l decided to take an alternative approach.
I got her onto the mattress.
On her back.
Me kneeling above her, straddling her chest.
My cock resumed its position in the vale of her bosom.
It was a much more satisfying position.
I was on top.
Trousers and pants off.
I was in command.
Taking control.
Looking down at my girl as I ploughed her cleavage, using her for my pleasure.
Shunting her body.
Bouncing the bed.
Making headbed drum against the wall.
As Beverley submitted to my needs and serviced my cock until we reached our goal.
My pressure in my groin grew and grew.
An exquisite agony that I struggled to endure for as long as my manhood could endure until I encountered the moment of ecstasy.
I came with such force that the first rope flew beyond her chin – splashing down on her forehead, some in her hair, most on her face.
The second spurted as far as her nose.
The third up to her chin, with the remainder coating her chest.
I tumbled down beside her.
Both of us gasping for laughing and gasping for breath after our amorous exertions.
“I guess you really do like my tits then?” Beverley joked.
“Yes, look at the effect they’ve had on me and I’ve only taken your top off!”
“Um… we’ve hardly started have we?” she tugged at my cock playfully. “Let me clean up first though. I don’t want to get the sheets dirty.”
She climbed out of bed towards her en-suite bathroom – I’d never seen one of those before!
I was wondering whether should follow her or wait for her to return when my revelry was shattered by a terrifying noise!
There was somebody at the door.
Somebody with a key!
“Shit!!” Bev exclaimed with a whispered squeal. “Mum & dad.”
“What? Where!? How?”
I panicked, picking up my clothes and trying to work out how I could escape without being seen.
“Through the window!” Beverley pointed.
I had no choice and grappled with the latch, scrambled onto the sill and bungled myself our of the bedroom, dropping to the ground with a thud.
I crouched down hiding from view while I put my trousers on then creeping through the garden using the shrubbery for cover.
I made it to the pavement undetected and then ran for home. Sprinting down the street like a felon fleeing the scene of a crime.
I ran like never before – fuelled by a charge of endorphins and testosterone that overwhelmed my body. Failing to realise that my actions only served to make me look guilty and not innocent.
But in the moment I didn’t care.
For the first time in my life I was starting to understand that I didn’t have to be sensible all the time.
An afternoon of illicit sex with a willing young girl had been much more fun than any a scholarly session of academic reading would ever be.
Tit wank
Key in door
Off to shower
Out through window.
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