The Tutoring Session
by Ann Douglas
Clad in a blue T-shirt and white shorts, Robert York sped
down Main Street on his bike as fast as his five foot seven frame
could carry him. The seventeen year old was in such a rush that
he'd almost collided with a delivery truck back on Russell Way. As
he turned onto Victoria Street, the dark haired teen glanced up at
the clock on the old library and realized that he was already a
half-hour late. It was already almost seven-thirty.
Robert practically jumped off his bike as he reached his
destination, Collins' Drug Store. Leaving his bike against the wall,
he rushed inside, a small slip of white paper in his hand.
"Whoa, slow down, Bobby," John Collins said from behind
the counter as he looked up and saw his delivery boy rush in.
"Where's the fire?"
Robert really hated it when people called him Bobby, much
preferring the more adult Robert. After all, he was only two
weeks from his eighteenth birthday and six weeks from going way
to college. Still, Mr. Collins had known him since he was in diapers,
so certain allowances had to be made.
"Sorry, Mr. Collins," Robert said as he came to a stop at the
countertop. "I'm running a little late."
"Still no reason to rush around like that," Mr. Collins
admonished, "Damn fool thing to break your neck trying to make
up a few minutes. The world will still be there an hour later."
Thinking back to his near miss with the delivery truck back
on Russell Way, the slim teenager had to agree with the older
man's advice. He had too much going for him to throw it all away in
a stupid accident.
"Anyway, here's Mrs. O'Neill's prescription," Robert said as
he handed the white slip of paper to the Pharmacist. "She insisted
that I hand it to you personally."
Mrs. Alice O'Neill was the widow of Thomas O'Neill III, the
founder and late President of Northfork Station's largest bank. A
position now held by her oldest son. As such, even at ninety-two,
she wasn't someone anyone in town could afford to treat with
disrespect. Or at least any action that she might perceive as
disrespect.
Over twenty-five years ago, long before Robert had even
been born, a clerk at another Drug Store had made an error in
copying down a prescription that had been called in by one of her
doctors. Thankfully, it hadn't been a harmful mistake, but it had
made her insist that any future prescription be delivered in
writing.
"I'll have Johnny run it out to the O'Neill house as soon as
I'm done," Mr. Collins said as he read the form, causing Robert to
let out a small sigh of relief that he wasn't going to have to make
himself even later by having to go back.
"I'll be going then," Robert said as he again glanced up at
the closest clock.
"That would be fine," Mr. Collins replied as he took a
moment to remember on what shelf he would find the pills called
for in the prescription. "Oh by the way, your mother called about
an hour ago."
"Thanks Mr. Collins," Robert said, "I'll call her before I
leave."
Leaving the Pharmacist to his work, Robert moved to the
payphone on the wall near the door and dropped in a quarter. His
home phone was busy and continued to be so when he tried a
second and third time. He finally gave up, thinking if it had been
anything really important, his Mom would've left a message.
"Goodnight, Mr. Collins," Robert called out as he waved
good-bye.
Absorbed in his work, Mr. Collins didn't even notice him
leave.
Racing again through the streets of Northfork Station,
Robert kept Mr. Collins' advice in mind and went a little more
carefully. After all, it wasn't like it was going to be the end of the
world if he missed his tutoring session.
Two months before, Robert had graduated with the rest of
his friends from Lincoln High. Although he passed all of his
classes, his math grades had dropped to a level that didn't make
his parents happy.
He tried to explain that it wasn't totally his fault. True, he
had at least partly fallen into the "let it slide" syndrome that many
high school seniors become afflicted with their last semester.
With their college acceptance already in hand, it was hard to
concentrate on good grades.
Yet, part of the drop in his math grade had to also be
attributed to his having Miss Freyne as a teacher. The old joke,
that the elderly teacher had been there when the school had been
built wasn't far from the truth. Not only had Robert's parents
endured her uninspiring lessons, but his grandparent's as well.
There hadn't been a student in Robert's class who hadn't seen
their math grade drop at least ten points.
Robert's parents had suggested, rather incessantly, that
their son take a refresher course over the summer to prevent his
being at a disadvantage when he started his freshman year in the
fall. Robert had resisted the idea, not wanted to spend his summer
in a classroom. A compromise had finally been reached when they
agreed to hire a private tutor instead. Deciding it was the lesser
of two evils, Robert gave in.
There were few teachers in the small town that did private
tutoring, mostly some of older ones who didn't have any real plans
for the summer. So it was a pleasant shock to the young man when
he discovered that his parents had hired Emily Samuels as his
tutor.
Emily Samuels was thirty years old and had just started at
Lincoln High the previous year. There were a lot of rumors that
came with her, some of which had proven true and others just
speculation.
It was true that she'd grown up in Northfork Station,
having gone to the same school where she now taught. It was also
true, although a lot of the details were sketchy, that she had
returned to the small town after having moved to the big city
almost a decade before, gotten married and then divorced.
Whatever the reason, she had been warmly received by the
student body. The girls liked her because she was more in tune
with the world today, and not constantly going on about the way it
used to be. The boys didn't need any reason other than the way
she looked when she walked in the door every morning. Five six and
a hundred and thirty pounds, Emily Samuels had short, dark red
hair that she wore cut just a few inches above her neck. She had a
slim build that accented her small rounded breasts. A check of
the year's attendance record would reveal that few students of
either sex missed her class. Robert had been no exception.
She had gotten the rare teaching position, since Miss Freyne
was living proof that most teachers at Lincoln High stayed there
forever, through the strong recommendation of Danielle Cody, the
school's vice principal. Another product of the small town, the
heavy set black woman had been a teacher when Emily had been a
student.
Danielle Cody had been the vice principal for the last five
years and as such was responsible for discipline in the school. Few
students who had a run in with her in that capacity ever forgot it.
Robert himself had the misfortune to be among that number
during his last month at Lincoln.
It had all come about because of what had been known for
years as simply- The List. Somewhat of a tradition at Lincoln High,
it wasn't exactly one that the school was proud of. That was quite
understandable, seeing as the list was a collection of all the girls in
the senior class, ranking them as far as sexual assets.
This year, the list had taken on a whole new dimension when
it added a column depicting many of the girls’ sexual history. To
further compound the indignation, someone hacked into the
school's official web site and posted it there. Many parents had
gone into a rage to find that their darling daughters not only
weren't virgins, according to the list, but that they swallowed as
well.
One of the students who had access to the web site, Robert
had undergone a very intimidating interrogation by Miss Cody. He
was never so thankful to be able to say he knew nothing, as the old
line he saw on TV Land went.
Throughout his interrogation, Robert couldn't help but get
the impression that Danielle Cody seemed to be secretly amused by
the whole thing. His desire to keep a straight face wasn't helped
by that idea or the fact that even at forty-two, the vice principal
was a pretty attractive woman.
Five foot five, Danielle Cody had dark mahogany skin and
short salt and pepper hair that she wore close cropped to her
scalp. With a robust build that carried well her hundred and sixty
pounds, it was her 40D breasts that had given her the nickname of
"Juggs" in her younger years. A name still used by some of the
students, but of course none of them would ever use that to her
face.
But of course there was nothing to prevent the nickname
from repeating itself endlessly in Robert's mind as he listened to
her questions and tried to convince her of his innocence. Especially
with the inspiration for the nickname practically hanging a few
feet from his face.
In the end, it was determined that neither Robert, nor any
of other students questioned, had anything to do with the
desecration of the web site. It was only after graduation that he
learned, from someone who had actually been involved, that the
whole thing had been the work of Sarah Golden, the President of
the Computer Club. A little piece of revenge on all the popular
girls who had looked down on her as being unfit to be in their little
circle.
The memory faded from Robert's mind as he turned onto
Seaside Road. There were few houses this far out on this side of
town and the old Samuels' house was the last of them. George
Bishop, Emily's grandfather had been as successful as Thomas
O'Neill and had built his family home at the edge of the
beachfront some sixty years before. The house had been updated
over the years and finally became Emily's on the passing of her
parents. It was not the type of home one expected of an
underpaid schoolteacher.
A fact that Robert was reminded of as he finally spotted
the large house at the end of the road. Unlike the other teachers,
Emily didn't need the money extra summer work brought. She had
another motivation for agreeing to tutor Robert.
Back when Emily had been in high school, she had benefited
from the tutoring efforts of a woman who had left full time
teaching to raise a family. In fact, many of those tutoring sessions
had taken place with her toddler son playing beneath the table
while they studied. The woman's name had been Michelle York.
"Damn, over an hour late," Robert said to himself as he
carried his bike up onto the porch of the old house and put it down
next to a long wooden bench. "I hope she's not too angry."
After getting no response the third time he rang the bell,
Robert decided that Mrs. Samuels' must've gotten tired of waiting
and gone out. Just to be sure, he walked around to the side of the
house to check the long driveway that ran to the backyard.
To his surprise, not only was Mrs. Samuel's car still in the
driveway, there was a second car as well. Curious, he moved all the
way to the backyard fence. Once there, he heard the sounds of a
stereo playing soft music, probably the reason the doorbell had
gone unanswered.
As he stood behind the door to the yard, he could now hear
Emily's voice on the other side. Robert was about to call out and
let her know he was here, if a little late, when he heard a second
voice that caused him to pause.
It only took a few moments for Robert to recognize the
second voice. It wasn't one he could easily forget. The second car
belonged to Danielle Cody.
That in of itself didn't seem so unusual. After all, it was no
secret that the two had been friends for almost fifteen years.
And of course both were on the faculty at Lincoln. Yet, for some
unknown reason, Robert decided to take a look through the cracks
in the fence before he called out. Just to satisfy his curiosity.
Looking through a knothole in the wood, Robert was glad he
did. There, sitting in the small half deck enclosed hot tub not ten
feet away, was indeed Mrs. Samuels and Miss Cody. Both were
stretched out in the warm water, wearing bathing suits that one
didn't normally associate with teachers. Each was holding a glass
of wine in their hands.
Robert had to say that Mrs. Samuels looked pretty hot in
her two-piece suit. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he'd pictured
her in a lot more revealing outfits at times. Sometimes he'd
imagined her in no outfit at all, usually while he indulged in a
practice that many teenage boys enjoyed immensely.
Even more captivating was the view of Miss Cody in her own
suit. The scantiness of which gave him a vivid view of her large
dark breasts. The deep valley of which were like a magnet to his
young eyes.
Robert really couldn't make out their conversation, but it
was interlaced with bursts of laughter. Even without clear sound,
the spectacle was enough to cause a major reaction in his shorts.
"God, I wish I had a camera," Robert thought as he watched
through the small hole, the tightness in his pants causing him to
rub his hand against the growing bulge.
A few minutes passed as Robert continued to watch the two
women laugh and drink their wine. He was greatly tempted to undo
his shorts and take better care of the rising urgency now filling
him, but let it pass for now. A part of him felt guilty at what was
obviously an invasion of privacy.
The wind shifted and Robert found that he could now hear
what they were saying. The discussion seemed to be about Mr.
Ryan, the history teacher who had been involved in a sort of
mini-scandal at the close of the school year. Robert wasn't sure
what it had all been about, only that his class had been taken over
by a substitute the last two weeks of the semester.
"So Doug Ryan's not going to be fired after all?" Mrs.
Samuels was asking.
"No," Miss Cody replied. "When the fall semester starts,
he'll be right back in his classroom like he's been for the last
twenty years."
"I can't believe you got principal Barber to change his mind,"
the redheaded teacher went on. "When classes ended last June,
he was saying hell would freeze over before he let Ryan teach in
his school again."
"Well, I managed to change his mind," the older woman
smiled. "I convinced him that finding out that a teacher collects
adult books was hardly grounds to fire him. After all, it wasn't like
any of it was pedophilia or anything like that."
"He seemed pretty determined," the teacher repeated.
"One thing I've learned in the last thirty years," the dark
woman said as she took another drink of wine, "You should never
underestimate the persuasive power of a few blow jobs."
"You're kidding?" the smaller woman said in surprise.
The grin on her face told her that she wasn't.
"Well then maybe you'd have more fun spending your free
nights with the principal then?"
"I'd rather spend them with my favorite former student and
..." Miss Cody answered as the wind shifted again and Robert
couldn't clearly hear what came next.
Robert was sure he must've heard the two of them wrong.
He couldn't have really just heard the vice-principal tell his tutor
that she'd convinced the principal to change his mind about firing
Mr. Ryan by sucking him off a few times. If he had doubted his
ears with what he'd heard, he was about to see something that was
going to make him doubt his eyes even more.
Robert watched Miss Cody put down her glass on the deck
and lean closer to Mrs. Samuels. The teenager almost loss it
totally as the dark skinned woman placed her hands on both sides
of the younger woman's face and pulled it to her.
The long kiss that followed was impossible for Robert to
miss and furthermore impossible to dismiss as simply a friendly
exchange between colleagues. That was unless colleagues were
normally in the habit of sliding their tongues into each other's
mouth.
"Holy shit!" Robert gasped wordlessly as he watched in
amazement as the vice-principal reached down and undid the top of
the teacher's suit, exposing the rich pink nipples beneath.
Nipples that faded from view a few moments later as Miss
Cody broke their kiss and moved her mouth and tongue to engulf
them. An action that caused Mrs. Samuels' eyes to go wide and an
audible moan to flow from her lips.
From his hidden vantage, Robert watched in what he could
only describe as a state of shock. Things like this didn't happen
here, he told himself. Not in little towns like Northfork Station.
Yet there was no denying the evidence of his eyes.
Evidence which continued to unfold as the yellow top barely
containing Miss Cody's large mounds gave way as well. Unlike the
smaller woman next to her, the black nipples were long and wide,
with an areola half as wide as Robert's hand. The full size of Miss
Cody's breasts were further illustrated when she took hold of the
smaller redhead and pressed her face deep into the valley between
them.
Just when Robert thought he'd seen the most amazing thing
he'd ever seen in his life, one even more unbelievable presented
itself. Miss Cody released Mrs. Samuels and plunged both her dark
hands down beneath the water. When they emerged, they were
holding the bottom of her bathing suit. An act that produced the
widest of smiles on the teacher's face. An expression of delight
that was reflected in the vice-principal's dark features as she
lifted herself out of the hot tub and onto the half deck around it.
In the fading light of the day, Robert could just about see
the dark patch between the older woman's spread legs. Bright red
ones replaced the dark hairs as the teenager watched in
amazement as his math tutor gave a first hand demonstration of
cunninglingus.
Shadows began to grow longer with the setting sun, making
it harder for Robert to see what was happening. Unwilling to give
up on a sight that he knew he would remember forever, Robert
tried to move to a more advantageous position to continue
watching. He quickly discovered that the only way he was going to
be able to do so was to climb up on top of one of the metal garbage
cans. Not even thinking twice about it, he did just that.
For his efforts, the dark haired teen was rewarded with a
clear view of the Sapphic lovemaking only a few feet away as the
timer on the small deck lights came to life. Clouded in the
encroaching shadows himself, he was sure he wouldn't be seen.
It finally became too much for Robert to take without
trying to give himself some relief as well. He reached down to
loosen his shorts and take hold of his cock, planning to jerk himself
off as he watched. His hastily conceived plan quickly went wrong
as he suddenly lost his balance and fell forward, crashing into the
old wooden fence. The half rotted wood shattered under his
weight, sending him flying into the yard with a resounding echo.
The world was still spinning when Robert opened his eyes.
Luckily he'd landed on a pile of plastic bags filled with grass
clippings. When his eyes did finally focus he knew he was in a
whole world of trouble.
"Omigod!" he heard Mrs. Samuels exclaim as she recognized
him.
As his head stopped spinning, Robert saw that she had
wrapped a beach towel around herself, covering the body he had
been watching so intently.
"Are you all right?" another voice asked from his right.
Robert turned his head to see Miss Cody standing over him,
her arm reaching down to give him a hand. Unlike the owner of the
house, the older black woman was still stark naked.
"I think so," Robert said as he took her offered hand and
rose to his feet. "I guess the bags broke my fall." he added
without thinking.
"Robert, what are you doing here?" Mrs. Samuels asked as
she regained some of her composure.
"We were supposed to have a tutoring session tonight,"
Robert said sheepishly, knowing that his explanation would in no
way explain his spying on the two of them.
"But that was canceled," the towel wrapped woman
exclaimed, still in a state of half-shock. "I called your mother this
afternoon and cancelled it."
"I never got the message," Robert answered automatically.
"Omigod," the teacher said once more as the last of her
shock wore off and the full implications of what had happened
finally hit her. "How long were you watching us?" she asked, the
answer of which she was sure would spell the end of her new
teaching career.
Robert didn't answer, but the woman to his right did.
"Evidently long enough," she said, drawing attention to the
highly visible erection pressing against his shorts.
"Danielle, what are we going to do?" Emily asked, the shock
that had gripped her now starting to give way to panic.
"Calm down, Emily," Danielle replied in a strong even tone.
"It's going to be fine. Don't worry, just let me handle everything."
Robert was amazed that even in this situation, Miss Cody
seemed to be in total charge. Standing totally naked in front of a
teenage boy half her age, she wasn't fazed in the least that he had
just watched her engaged in lesbian sex with one of her
subordinates.
"We don't have a problem here, do we Mr. York?" she
asked, turning her attention back to Robert.
"I ... err ..." he stammered.
"You see, Emily," she continued, "all we have to do is give
young Mr. York here a good reason not to rush off and tell all his
little friends about what he saw. Something he'd enjoy a lot more."
Robert didn't catch on right away at what Miss Cody was
suggesting. Miss Samuels, however, understood almost
immediately. Her face went pale and the sense of panic that she
felt minutes before instantly returned.
"After all, if we invited Bobby here to the party, I think
he'd much more willing to keep our little secret." Miss Cody put
into words what she had been insinuating.
"You can't be suggesting that I fuck a student?" Emily said,
the suggestion sending a forbidden thrill through Robert as he
finally realized what was going on.
"Former student," Danielle corrected her, "and even so, you
wouldn't be the first teacher to do it. I don't seem to remember
you having as much of a problem with it when the situations were
reversed."
Robert was afraid to say a word, fearing if he did so it would
break the magic of the moment. He might not have been the
brightest kid to come out of Lincoln High, but it didn't take a
genius to know that the reference Miss Cody had just made was to
both her and Mrs. Samuels. Their lesbian relationship dated back
to the days when the younger woman had been his age.
A sudden more interesting thought flashed through
Robert's mind. The notion that Mrs. Samuels was into women when
his mother had tutored her? If so, had anything happened
between the two of them?
He didn't have time to really consider that idea for too long
as the black woman immediately drew his attention back to the
here and now.
"Besides," Danielle said with a broad grin as she reached out
and undid the towel Emily had covered herself with, exposing her
body to Robert once more, "you were just licking the pussy of the
vice-principal. How much more trouble could you be in for fucking
an ex-student."
"Holy shit, she's saying I'm can fuck Mrs. Samuels,"
Robert's mind screamed as he looked at her near nude body, still
unable to believe this was really happening.
Robert wasn't a virgin, but he was practically the next thing
to it. Earlier in the year, during spring break, he and a few friends
had gone on a road trip down south. The highlight of which had
been a visit to a legendary house of ill repute.
The woman, Robert had lost his virginity to had been twice
his age and not half as good looking as the two women in front of
him. The experience had lasted long just enough for him to be
honestly able to say he wasn't a virgin anymore. So far, he hadn't
been able to repeat the experience.
"What do you say, Bobby boy," Danielle Cody asked as she
turned her attention back to the young man. "Do you think you'd
want to join in our little games?"
"I ... I have a girlfriend," Robert unexpectedly said.
As soon as he heard those words come out of his mouth,
Robert wanted to hit himself off the side of his head. What was
he thinking? A beautiful naked woman had just asked him if he
wanted to have sex with her and another equally beautiful woman
and all he could think of to say was something as stupid as that.
Danielle laughed out loud at his answer, and a glance in her
direction told her that Emily found it funny as well. Time to take a
more direct approach the vice-principal thought.
"Oh yes, I remember," she said, putting aside her laughter,
"Karen Andrews if I remember correctly?"
"Yes," Robert said meekly, feeling like he had just blown the
chance of a lifetime.
"Pretty girl, nice tits and ass" the older woman said, “but
from what I remember of Miss Andrews, I somehow doubt she's
doing the nasty with you. Or did I miss her name on The List?"
Robert figured the question was rhetorical and didn't
answer. The facts were that he'd been trying to get into Karen's
panties all year long and had kept getting put off by the promise
that she wanted to wait until they were out of school.
Then, on the night of the prom, when half their class was
doing the other half, she had told him that she had changed her
mind once again. Since he was going away to college and she was
staying in Northfork Station, she told him, it didn't feel right that
they go all the way. She hadn't even been willing to blow him as a
consolation, taking care of his case of blue balls with a hasty hand
job.
For lack of anyone else to go out with, he still dated Karen,
but she seemed to go out of her way to make sure they were never
in a situation where he might try to get her to change her mind.
"Well I'll let you in on a little secret," the dark skinned
woman said as she leaned closer and her voice dropped to
practically a whisper. "There's no way she can suck a cock as well
as I can, and in case you're interested ... I swallow."
Robert didn't believe it possible, but his cock was even
harder than before. The language coming out of the vice
principal's mouth had turned him on like never before. Of course
it didn't hurt that she was still standing stark naked six inches in
front of him.
The conversation took on a whole new dimension as Miss
Cody suddenly slid her hand down Robert's shorts and pulled out
his cock. The touch of her fingers against his manhood almost
made him explode and it took all of his will power to prevent that.
"Not bad," she said as she gently stroked his length.
"Definitely a step up from principal Barber," she added with a
grin. "Don't you think so, Emily?"
Not having ever seen principal Barber in the way Danielle
had, Emily was hardly in a position to make a comparison. Still, she
would say Robert had a very nice cock in any case. A large part of
that of assessment, she knew, was based on the fact that his was
the first cock she had seen since coming back to town a year
before.
Oh she had dated a few men in that time, but had never
been intimate with any of them. Northfork Station was a pretty
small town and the last thing she needed was a couple of drunken
guys in a bar bragging about what a hot piece of ass the new
divorced high school teacher was.
So she had settled for Danielle taking care of her sexual
needs. Not that she had anything to complain about her lover's
skills or her ability to bring her to orgasm, but there were times
that the young redhead missed having a real cock to play with.
Emily had let Danielle take the lead in this developing
situation so far, as she had in so many aspects of her life, going
back to her late teens. The redhead had been four months shy of
her seventeenth birthday when she and Danielle had become lovers.
After a brief relationship with another of the girls in her
class, Emily had used a fake ID to get into a lesbian bar over in
Clark's Point. Once there she was shocked to run into Miss Cody,
who at the time was one of Lincoln's English teachers.
Dressed up to look as if she actually was the age on her
forged identification, Emily really believed that the teacher didn't
recognize her. After all, she hadn't been in one of her classes
since freshman year. It was only the next morning, after the
student had learned what lesbian lovemaking was really all about,
that the teacher confessed that she knew who she was all the
time.
Danielle had confessed that she often had fantasies about
the students in her classes, both male and female. Many teachers
did, a fact that Emily found to be true after only a year of
teaching. Few teachers however ever had the chance to see any of
those fantasies come true. Danielle had hers, and Emily realized
she was about to have hers as well.
Stepping even closer to get a better look at Robert's cock
as Danielle continued to cradle it in her hand, Emily was again
reminded how much the young man looked like his father. Back in
her own high school days, when Robert's mother had tutored her,
Emily had formed a crush of sorts on Stephen York. And to be
fair, she also had one on Michelle York as well. Nothing had come
of either one, but it looked like the next generation was a lot more
promising.
Robert was breathing heavily as Danielle gently pumped his
cock and his eyes were riveted on the large dark mounds now just
inches from his face.
"I bet you were one of those students who called me "Juggs"
behind my back," Danielle said as she applied a little more
pressure to his cock, "weren't you?"
A guilty look flashed across his face but he didn't have the
nerve to admit it.
"That's okay," the vice-principal smiled. "I actually kind of
like it. Tell me Bobby boy, what do you think of my big boobies
now that you've gotten a good look at them. You think you'd like to
suck on them? Maybe rub that big hard cock of yours in between
them?"
The guilty look on his face turned to one pure delight.
"After all, back in school, I had to be hard on you because it
was my job," Danielle whispered into his ear, stretching out her
tongue and tickling it as well, "but now maybe it's your turn to be
hard on me. Or better yet, hard inside of me."
That did it. Robert opened his mouth to answer but all he
managed was a loud grunt as he felt his cock explode in Danielle's
hand. He looked down at the white blobs that covered her dark
skin. It had really felt great but he was worried that she might be
mad.
"Don't worry baby," Danielle laughed as she let go of his
cock "I wanted that to happen. Just a little sample of what's
ahead."
Robert thought he was going to climax a second time as he
watched Danielle lift her hand to her mouth and slowly lick it clean.
"I think he's ready, Em," Danielle said as she turned to her
lover and licked the last drop from her hand.
The words brought a thrill that resonated through the
redhead's body. She was ready as well.
"Any minute now, my alarm is going to go off and I'm going
to wake up," Robert thought as Danielle and Emily each took one
of his arms and led him through the large patio doors and into the
house.
Up the long spiral staircase they guided him, until they came
to what Robert knew had to be the master bedroom. Coming to a
stop in the center of the room, Danielle grabbed the back of
Robert's head and kissed him with all the intensity he had seen her
use on Emily earlier. No sooner did her tongue side out of his
mouth than Emily spun him around and replaced Danielle's with her
own.
Back and forth the two women went, taking turns kissing the
young man. As they did, they also took turns helping him work his
way out of his clothing until in no time at all, Robert was as naked
as they were.
"I think Bobby boy needs a little help getting back in the
action," the dark skinned woman laughingly commented to her
colleague as she drew her attention to the half wilted cock hanging
between his legs. "You think you can help him with that, Honey?"
"Oh I think I can come up with a little tutoring," Emily
laughed in turn.
Then before the laughter faded from Bobby's ears, Emily
did what she had been thinking about for the longest time. She
dropped to her knees and took her former student into her mouth.
"Oh God!" Robert gasped as he felt Mrs. Samuels' lips close
around his cock, her tongue sliding up and down its length. "Oh
Mrs. Samuels."
"I think you can call her Emily now" Danielle quipped as she
watched his young manhood disappear into her associate's mouth
once more. "Seeing as you've become such close friends and all."
Robert couldn't believe the incredible sensations he felt as
the wetness of Emily's mouth continued to engulf him. Every nerve
in his cock was alive as her tongue sent sparks throughout his body.
Beginning at the base of his balls, Emily began to lick and kiss her
way to his crown. Licking the underside of his cockhead, she
brought soft moans of delight from his lips. Then she wrapped her
lips around it once again and deep throated his length.
Robert had barely registered Danielle's words, totally
absorbed in the blow job he was getting. One that was quickly
bringing his cock back to a full hardness. But actions speak louder
to words, and the black woman's next action certainly got his
attention back.
"Suck on this, sugar," Danielle said as she lifted her right
breast and pulled Robert's mouth to the thick nipple at the center
of it. "Make it good and hard."
Robert sucked hard on the dark chocolate nipple. The
excitement of his actions adding to the awesome sensations being
delivered by Emily's mouth as she swallowed his cock whole once
more. Danielle pulled him to her other mound, letting him repeat
his efforts there. Then she pressed his head between her large
breasts and smothered him in the ample flesh.
"I think he's taken the lesson well," Emily said as she let his
erect manhood slip from her mouth and rose again to her feet.
"And I think I could use a little of that too."
With that, the teacher replaced Danielle's mounds with her
own, pressing her nipples into his mouth, one at a time. Robert
didn't disappoint her, displaying the same enthusiasm that he had
just shown with Emily. If anything, his tutor generated an even
greater desire to please.
Danielle had moved around to Robert's back, pressing her
breasts against his flesh and reaching around his waist to play with
his cock. Carefully she stroked it back and forth, not wanting him
to climax a second time just yet.
"Why don't we move this to the bed and you can put that
tongue of yours to better use," the large black woman whispered
into Robert's ear.
"Oh yes," Emily answered for her new lover, "I'm up for
that." Then, glancing down between Robert's legs, she laughingly
added, "and I'd venture to guess that Robert here is up for it as
well."
Disengaging themselves, Emily and Danielle led him to the
large double bed. Then the two women each climbed on an opposite
side.
Slipping off her panties, Emily moved to the top of the bed
and swung her legs over Robert's head, her damp sex suspended
mere inches above. Her former student was presented with his
first real good look at a woman's pussy. A view that grew even
clearer as Emily dropped down and pressed her womanhood against
his mouth.
"Lick me," she said in the tone he remembered from so many
classes. "Suck my pussy!"
Just as he had in her class, Robert was quick to follow her
instructions. His knowledge of cunnilingus was only that which he'd
learned from magazines and a few porno tapes, but that didn't
stop him from trying. The effort he gave would have certainly
earned him a top grade.
It was obvious to Emily that this was Robert's first time
going down on a woman. Still, even though his tongue was all over
the place, he would occasionally hit the right spot. Emily gently
took a hold of his head and began to guide him to her more
sensitive spots.
"Easy..." She said in her usual instructive tone, "Nice and
slow, let your tongue roll back and forth."
Robert really wasn't sure what he expected a woman to
taste like, but it was obvious that his friends, who had claimed to
have done it before, were full of it. Far from being something
nasty, the taste was enticing and exhilarating.
"Oh baby, now you're getting it," Emily moaned as the
actions of Robert's tongue were transformed into pleasing
sensations that radiated through her body.
As Emily monopolized Robert's tongue, Danielle turned her
attention to another appendage. Taking hold of her plentiful
mounds, the vice-principal pressed them against his cock and began
to show why she had earned the nickname "Juggs" back in her own
high school days. Up and down she lifted them, smothering his
cock between her breasts. The seventeen year old would be
considered above average in the size department, but his manhood
all but disappeared within her bulk.
Their dual enjoyment of his body went on for a while longer,
then the two associates decided to change places. The older
woman replaced Emily's pussy with her own, an act that taught
Robert his second important lesson about oral sex. No two women
were alike.
What had pleased Emily didn't necessarily please Danielle.
Still, he didn't hesitate to try and the dark skinned woman seemed
to appreciate his attempts.
Rather than duplicate her superior's actions, the redhead
decided to take a more direct approach. Taking his erect member
in her hand, Emily positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. She
leaned forward and met Danielle half way to share a kiss, their
tongues once more intertwining.
Breaking their kiss, Emily leaned back and eased his cock
inside her. Her level of excitement was such that it met no
resistance at all. Then in a quick motion she dropped all the way
and took him totally within her.
His words cut off by the press of Danielle's pussy against
his mouth, Robert moaned loudly at the sudden envelopment of his
manhood. If he thought having his cock in Emily's mouth was
fantastic, he'd need a thesaurus to describe this new delight. His
previous experience, in which he'd lost his cherry, might as well
have been a hand job compared to this.
Emily rode up and down on the young man, causing those
sensations to grow in intensity. Bracing herself, the teacher
increased her efforts, drawing all the energy out of Robert.
"You go girl," Danielle called out as she gyrated wildly, her
juices spread all over Robert's face. "Ride that boy!"
It had been amazing that the seventeen year old had lasted
this long. If it hadn't been for the more experienced woman
bringing him off with her hand earlier, all of this would've been
over long ago.
Still, even with that added effort, there were limits to how
much Robert could take before he totally lost what little
self-control he had. Both Emily and Danielle could feel his body
tense beneath them, signaling an imminent orgasm.
It only took a little more motion from each woman to bring
their efforts to a shattering completion. Robert exploded deep
inside Emily with a force that caused the room to spin around him.
Never had every part of his body felt so alive.
Even after he had been totally drained, Emily continued to
pump his cock until it began to shrink and slide from within her. He
didn't even realize that Danielle had lifted herself off him as well
and was now helping Emily lick his cock clean.
Finally, drained of every bit of energy, Robert's head fell
back and his weary eyes closed. Darkness washed over him and
carried him off to sleep.
Robert wasn't sure how much time had passed before he
opened his eyes again. He immediately realized two things. One,
that he was no longer in Emily's bed, but instead laid out on the
couch in the living room where they'd conducted their tutoring
sessions. The second realization was that he was once again fully
clothed. Still feeling a little drained, he sat up and looked around
the room. How had he wound up here, he asked himself.
"You're awake, good," Robert heard Emily's voice from
behind the couch. "I was beginning to think I made a mistake in
not calling an ambulance for you. That was quite a nasty fall you
took."
Robert shook his head as Emily Samuels stepped around the
couch. She was now wearing a long white terrycloth robe around
her bathing suit.
"Ambulance?" Robert said, his head still a little foggy.
"Well when you came crashing through that old fence and hit
your head," Emily said, "well I thought the worst."
"Hit my head?" Robert repeated.
"Well if it wasn't for the fact that Danielle is a qualified
paramedic, I would've really panicked."
"What are you talking about?" Robert finally asked as his
head finally cleared.
"You don't remember coming through the fence?" Emily
asked.
"Of course I do," Robert said.
"Good, at least your memory seems to be okay," Emily said.
"Although I'm still curious as to what you were doing there in the
first place."
"I was watching you and ..." the young man started to say
and then paused. "Wait a second, are you trying to say that you
and ... I mean we didn't ..."
"We didn't what?" Emily asked.
Robert didn't have a chance to clarify his question as
Danielle Cody came into the room trough the glass doors to the
backyard. Dressed in her normal conservative dress, she was
carrying a tray with a pitcher of ice water and a cold compress.
"Nice to see you're back with us, Mr. York," the black
woman said. "I spoke to your mother a little while ago, she'll be
here soon to pick you up. The bump on your head doesn't look too
bad, but I suggested that she take you to get it checked out just
to be sure."
"No, I can't have imagined all of it," Robert said to himself
as he looked at the two women who he was sure he had seen making
love to each other."
"That might not be a bad idea," Emily agreed. "You are
looking a little flustered."
As Robert buried his face in his hands, he failed to see the
smile the two women shared.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2001
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