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Erotic Story #2 The Private Tutor
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Erotic Story #2 The Private Tutor I wrote this for a M4W ad on Craigslips, and nobody responded to it! I left it up for maybe a month. **THIS** story never got flagged like the first really long one. I tried to get to the point quicker in this one. If you like it or dislike it, leave a comment as feedback. Prior to this I hadn't written anything in awhile, so I'm a little rusty. I suppose this is what really turns me on. Real life, real people, meeting and connecting just because that's the way it happened. Very natural. I tried to make these (stories 1 and 2) erotic from a woman's point of view, but... I'm not a woman, and I think I wrote just what turns ME on. So if any of you women read these, please let me know how I did. (Yes, I copied this introduction for both story posts) ----------------------------------------- Jen had been a teacher her whole life. She considered the students like her own , and she had never actually wanted of her own so it worked nicely for her. Now after her retirement, she found herself.. drifting. She wasn't sure what to do, but one day when she was walking through the park, she saw the ad. "Guitar lessons, in your home! All ages, all styles. $20 a lesson." The young man posing with his<b> guitar </font></b>on the ad seemed warm and welcoming. He had confidence, and his hands looked strong. She ripped the paper tab with the phone number off and stuck it in her pocket. The phone buzzed. Sammy didn't recognize the number. Was probably someone for lessons. "Hello?" "Hi.. is this Sammy Brighton?" "Yes, you've got Sammy here. Looking for<b> guitar </font></b>lessons?" "Yes. My name is Jen Mortani, and I saw your ad on a flyer in the park." "Great! Do you have a guitar?" "Yes, I bought one when I decided to learn to play... Yesterday." "Haha, awesome. Well the way I run things is I come to your house, and we do the lessons right there in your living room. I've got books and a method to go by which has sent a good number of my pupils on their way." "That sounds wonderful. What time is good for you?" ----- Sammy arrived at Jen's house, a small one family cottage that looked like a family would be cramped in it. He slung his<b> guitar </font></b>on his back and grabbed his music books. The doorbell was a pleasant chime. Jen answered the door in a casual floral dress. Was it casual? It seemed to catch Sammy's eye with it's black on red petal pattern, and the slight yellow/white hues emanating from the center of each pistil. Interesting detail. Jen lead him into her living room, which had a thick soft carpet and an out of place table. "I don't have a music stand yet, so we can just sit at the table and use it" "Sure, no problem." Sammy sat at the head of the table, with Jen on the side. The chairs were armless, thank god. Can't play a<b> guitar </font></b>in an armchair. Sammy started his usual line of musical inquisition, getting a feel for his new pupil's knowledge. She was older than him, probably by about twenty years- but he was in command of this situation. He had done it hundreds of times before. "Would you like a drink?" She found a gap in his speech. "Sure, water is fine." She came back with two glasses of water, and set one down beside him. Sammy continued his questions, and found that Jen had a decent beginner's knowledge of music, and that if she were willing to stick with it she'd be a great musician. She had a light and easygoing personality with a touch of mischief behind her eyes... "Oops!" Sammy had reached for the water- but the glass slipped out of his hands and bounced off the<b> guitar </font></b>under the table. Lucky for the thick carpet it did not shatter. "Oh jeez, I'm sorry! It just slipped out of my hand. I'll get it." Sammy tried not to turn red, and Jen softened the situation by handing him a stack of napkins off the center of the table. "Just get what you can with these, it's only water." Sammy pulled his chair out and knelt down and pressed the wad of paper into the soft spot. It immediately was saturated and he took it away. "The garbage is over there." Sammy threw the wet napkins away and grabbed a roll of paper towels from the counter. When he came back Jen was sitting close in to the table, holding the<b> guitar </font></b>upright. Sammy chuckled. "Practicing trick playing already?" "You've got to start somewhere!" She replied with a wink. Sammy knelt again with the towels and immediately the floral dress caught his eye. Jen was not wearing any underwear, and her legs were spread under the table. Sammy froze, and stared. Her pussy lips were wavy, and surrounded by a lightly trimmed hair. She pulled her dress up a little bit, and he inched closer. She was only two feet away, but he could smell her delicious scent. Her toenails were bright pink. He took her left foot in his hand and kissed it. She let out a soft moan. He began to caress her leg, kissing, massaging, and working his way ever closer to her beautiful slit. Jen dropped the<b> guitar </font></b>with a clang, and with one hand fondled her breasts, while the other ran through Sammy's hair. She could feel his tongue inching its way all around her pussy, which quivered with a brush of his lips. Then, he did it. He planted a lick squarely up the middle of her slit, and her whole body shuddered. She moaned, and he began to work his tongue in a rhythm, occasionally breaking to focus on her clitoris. Finally she could take no more and dragged him out fro under the table, ripping his pants off. His cock was huge, and hard as a rock from all the work he'd been doing. She cried out as he slowly plunged into her, with repeated penetration. He controlled her, and he controlled himself. He squeezed her ass, and kissed her deeply and passionately, his face still covered in her juices. She reveled in it. They breathed each others breaths, he sucked her tongue. It was slippery and warm. They had entered a steady rhythm, with the only sounds over their breathing being the slight 'glitch' of his cock moving through her pussy. The rhythm increased. The strokes became more intense, Sammy licked her ear. She let out a gasp as he stuck his tongue in it. He pulled back, and focused on his thrust- concentrating for the final ecstasy. Jen could feel it building, and she wanted his cum inside of her. Maybe she would be OK with after all. Sammy let out a large groan as he climaxed inside her, all while he kept pumping every last drop. Jen clenched her pussy tight on his cock, and wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist. It felt like she was going to pass out it felt so good. Finally Sammy stopped, and lay on top of her. He just looked into her eyes. She gazed back. Some time later, he pulled his half deflated organ out of her. They shared no words as they got dressed, and nothing was said until they were to part at the door. "So, ah.. practice that<b> guitar. </font></b>See you next week." |
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