Computer Tutor

My name’s Monique Yates, and I teach programming at a local computer
store. What follows is a little personal story about me. It’s very
private, and definitely X-rated! If that bothers you, don’t go any
further. Erase this file and forget you ever saw it, and no harm is
done.

Some how, women in the computer field have acquired the reputation
of being terribly straight laced and boring. I’ve never understood
why, and I’ve always thought it was my duty to dispel that myth, at
least to the best of my abilities.

I’m twenty-six, female, and though I’m not a raving beauty, I’m
extremely sensual looking. For starters, I’m five foot seven, weigh
131 pounds, and have a size 42 chest. I have a 24 inch waist, my
breasts look impressively large. I’m also lucky to have a nice, tight
ass and pretty nice legs.

But with my job, looking too sexy can be a real disadvantage, so I
usually dress down, covering up as best I can. I wear my long red hair
wound up in a bun on top of my head, no make-up, loose sweaters and
baggy pants. At least that’s what I wear to work.

About six months ago, I was contacted by the parents of a nineteen
year old boy named Jim Tompson. It seems he was really interested in
programming, and for some reason, his parents wanted someone to help
select a computer and software,and then to tutor their son. The money
was very attractive, so I decided to do it. When I first met Jim, I
was stunned! Not only was he a very bright, rather shy boy; he was
gorgeous. Almost six feet tall, brown, tanned, and athletic, Jim was so
good looking I could hardly concentrate as we talked.

After they bought a loaded AT clone, I began visiting their house
two evenings a week to teach Jim to be a programmer. By the second
lesson, I desperately wanted to teach him something else! I couldn’t
believe my luck when his parents told me they were going away on
vacation, a month-long cruise, but that Jim would be staying home to
continue his lessons. An aunt who lived across town was supposed to
keep an eye on things, but Jim was pretty much on his own. They paid
me in advance for his lessons, and off they went.

The very next lesson, I knew what I wanted to do. An hour before I
was due at their home, I undressed and quickly showered. I put on a
pair of black panties and a transparent black bra. My nipples felt
full and tingly as they poked against the cool bra cups. In seconds
they were painfully swollen, standing tall, deep red and fully erect.
Slipping my sexiest black garter belt around my waist, I fastened the
little hooks behind my back, enjoying the silky sensation. I picked
out a pair of long nylon stockings, sheer suntan in color; the kind
with real wide, dark tops. I don’t know why, but nylons always make me
feel sexier and more attractive than panty-hose.I slid the sheer
stockings on, slowly smoothing them up my well-toned legs as I fastened
them to the garter belt. My shoes were black leather high heels, cut
low on both sides. I stood in front of the mirror in my lingerie. My
hair was a golden cloud that swirled around my shoulders as I made sure
my make-up was fashion-model perfect. I felt terribly wanton as I put
on a short skirt and tightly fitted blouse, leaving the top three
buttons open.

From the minute I came in the door, Jim couldn’t take his eyes off
me. His eyes instantly locked on my breasts, which crowned subtly but
were distinctly visible within my blouse. I could hardly control
myself as we worked through his lesson. He messed up almost
everything, obviously distracted by my flirtatious attire.

When we were through, I began to implement my scheme. I stood up,
and feigning a slip, stumbled against the desk, falling to the floor.
As expected, Jim jumped to my assistance.

“It’s my right leg. I think it’s just a cramp in the calf,”I told
him, “but I don’t know if I can walk.”

“Here, Mrs. Yates,” he offered courteously, “let me help you over to
the sofa.”

I leaned heavily against him, making sure that my breast pressed
warmly against his arm. I couple of phony limping steps and I fell
back onto the couch, my skirt “accidentally” sliding up my thighs.

“You’ve played sports in school, haven’t you, Jim,” I asked.

“Sure,” he answered. “Football and track.”

“Well, you must have seen all sorts of injuries,” I continued.”Maybe
you could take a look at my leg. Just to see if it’s anything
serious.”

“Sure, Mrs. Yates,” he replied, kneeling in front of me.

Tenderly, his fingers touched my right calf, caressing the strong
muscles through the sheer nylon of my stocking. Slowly, I let my knees
swing apart, giving Jim a clear view all the way to my black panties.
Seconds later, as he lightly massaged my calf,I saw him peeking up my
skirt.

“Do you think my leg’s all right?” I asked.

“I don’t think it’s anything serious, Mrs. Yates,” he said, taking
another peek at my private spot.

“Jim!” I said sternly. “What are you looking at?”

“N.n.nothing,” he stammered.
“You were looking up my skirt, young man,” I said with mock anger,
“weren’t you?”

Jim said nothing. He just looked down at the floor.

“Would you like a better look?” I asked, my voice like
melting butter.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I stood up, my tingling love grotto
just inches from Jim’s head. I stood there, with my feet wide apart,
my ankles flexed on my high heeled shoes. Bending down, I slowly pulled
up my skirt, raising the hem to my waist. Jim simply stared. I don’t
think he’d ever seen a woman wearing a garter belt and stockings.

“I think these stockings make my legs and ankles look really sexy,” I
said, boldly turning around so he could see me from all angles. “Don’t
you think so?” I asked.

“Oh, Mrs. Yates!” Jim gasped, ogling my stocking-sheathed
legs.

“I love the way they make my thighs feel,” I told him, sliding my
hands over the glistening nylon covering my legs.

“M..Mrs. Yates,” Jim stammered, getting to his feet and backing away.

“I don’t think we should be doing this. I don’t want to get into any
trouble.”

“Don’t worry, Jim,” I purred reassuringly. I walked toward him, my
stockings sizzling as I did. Jim just stood there, unable to move. I
dropped my skirt, moving my hand boldly to my pupil’s inner thigh,
skimming lightly, appraisingly, over the solid pouch between his legs.
My finger tips traced the warm,rigid length of his masculinity, making
Jim tremble.

“You …. uh …. shouldn’t be doing that, Mrs. Yates,” he
said half heartedly.

“It’s O.K. Jim. Why don’t you take your clothes off for me,” I
whispered hoarsely, my hand between his thighs.

Jim had no idea what to do, so he slowly began stripping himself,
shirt first, then pants. I could see his self-consciousness as he
dropped his pants, his penis standing out in full naked erection, a
long, thick pole of throbbing flesh and blood. We stared into each
other’s eyes. I reached down and took his hands, and placed them on my
breasts. Hesitantly, he began to knead my flesh through my blouse and
bra. I unbuttoned my top slowly, moaning a little as I slipped the
fabric over my skin. I reached around and unhooked my bra, uncovering
my large, firm breasts. The nipples were an angry pink, swollen, hard.
Then I undid the button at the waist of my skirt, slowly unzipped
the side, and then turned around, my back to Jim. I lowered my skirt
over my buns and bent over to remove it completely. When I stood
backup, I was naked except for my panties, my stockings,and my high
heeled shoes. Before he knew what was happening, I was examining Jim’s
spectacular young peter. His cock was standing straight up, deep red,
and I began to slide my finger tips along the shaft, touching the soft
skin ever so lightly. At the same time, I reached between his beefy
thighs and palmed his balls. I’d only been touching him for a minute or
two when he started to reathe exceptionally deep and fast. “Oh,
Jesus,” I heard him grunt. “I can’t hold back any longer. It’s just
too much. I’m going to come!”

For a moment, I looked fondly at the contorted expression on his
face, then his virile prick was jerking wildly in my hand. I felt
Jim’s thick hot semen spurting all over my fingers.

“Oh, my God! Look at it, Jim! God, you’re coming so much,”I gasped.
Running my fist up and down his spewing cock fast and hard, I pumped
even more of his semen from his virile young body,until he begged me to
stop. Happily, I licked my fingers, devouring every last drop of his
fluid. Then I guided Jim’s hand to my groin. Instinctively, he
slipped his hand inside my panties and quickly located my moist
opening.

“That feels so good!” I exhaled as he slowly probed my lustful sex
tunnel.

He began to slide his middle finger in and out, and I loved the
stimulation. He soon had two fingers, then three buried deep inside my
horny cunt. I bit my lower lip every time I felt my orgasm flaring up.
Several times I was on the verge of coming, and held back, but then I
lost control. My body exploded in orgasm as I screamed with satisfied
lust. “Oh baby, do it to my pussy! Push your hand all the way inside
me. I’m coming! Please! Don’t stop!”

I had three quick, shattering orgasms in a row, and I felt like I
was going to pass out. I practically fell over, and when I finally
stopped shaking, and turned to Jim and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Silently, I had him lie down on his back on the thickly carpeted floor.
I slid my damp panties down my legs and off, then knelt next to Jim on
the floor.

Jim’s phallus drooped lazily to the left, showing no sign of the
size and vigor it had only minutes before. I reached over and lightly
caressed his spongy penis with the finger tips of my right hand. He
jumped the instant my fingers made contact with his resting organ.

He spread his thighs, and I reached for his hanging love spheres.
The tips of my fingers barely touched his gonads when I heard Jim gasp.
I felt his balls writhe against my finger tips, as I repeatedly brushed
at them. My eyes burned as I watched his penis begin to straighten and
elongate.

I curled my fingers around his thickening shaft and lightly milked
his shaft, real slow and easy, tantalizing him. Virility was pumping
back into his shaft, bringing back his raging erection, if anything
more awesome than before. Jim trembled and moaned as I massaged his
growing organ.

Lowering my head to his groin, I exhaled hotly as I lay the tip of
his manhood on my lower lip, extending my tongue so that I could tease
the small little hole into giving me its pearl. “Oh, my God!” he moaned.
“Oh, my God!”

I let my tongue travel in tiny circles, teasingly, gradually
centering in on his most sensitive spot. And when I got to that tender
ridge, Jim just stopped breathing, and his entire body tightened up.
Opening my mouth a little more, I took his whole length in my mouth.
Right down to his hairy root!

I closed my lips around the base and held absolutely still for just
a second as a chill ran down my spine. I rubbed my thighs together,
massaging my burning pussy, nearly climaxing again from the excitement.

Jim enlarged rapidly inside my warm sucking mouth until he was
pushing against the back of my throat. I began to gag,and I had to
withdraw, letting his now turgid spire slide gradually from my lips.

Slowly, shakily, I stood up, straddling Jim’s flat,powerful hips
with my widely spread feet. From a position towering above his
reclining body, I squatted down and grasped his pulsing cock in my
hands, guiding it to my pussy. I held my cunt above him just an
instant, rubbing the head of his cock between the blonde-haired lips of
my pussy. And then I pushed down.

He entered my cunt very, very slowly, filling me with his hardness,
stretching the already lubricated walls of my pussy. I sat erect on
his belly, my head thrown back, my spine in inverted curve, and I could
feel his hardness slipping up into my body. I could feel the head of
his cock throbbing against the sticky passageway.

He was like a long thick fire being swallowed by my body, along
thick hardness moving deeper and deeper up my cunt. I pushed all the
way down, as hard as I could, and I found myself sitting on his lap.
His cock, that powerful, merciless shaft was buried to the hilt inside
my cunt.

I began to ride him. I say I rode him because he did nothing but
lie there under me, his penis standing straight up like a deeply rooted tree.
Gingerly, balancing on my steep heels, I put my hands on my knees and began to
raise and lower my pelvis. I was literally doing deep-knee bends. And Jim
was sliding all the way in, and almost all the way out of me as I moved up and
down.

I flexed my hips again and again, up and down, an orgasm building
like a crescendo between our bodies. When the energy was screaming,
shrilling throughout my body, when it could be denied no further by
either of us, I quickly disengaged and turned my body around. I pushed
my pussy lips into his face. Jim had no idea how to respond, but he
instinctively began to lap at my tender flesh. His tongue stabbed
forward, rasping over my clitoris. What he lacked in experience, he
made up with enthusiasm. He licked me from clit to cunt-hole, driving
himself up into my body as our orgasms exploded.

At the same time, I closed my lips around his cock as he began to
ejaculate. His thick hot sperm splattered into my mouth and I
swallowed every drop of it, swirling my tongue across the head of his
cock. Mrs. Yates he whispered “You have the nicest teeth I have ever
come across!”.