So my senior year, I decided to earn a few bucks by tutoring English 1301 students. It can be a challenging class for some, and is often used as a weed out class so…it seemed like easy money. Plus, I had a 4.0 over 12 hours of English classes. Anyway, it was mostly literally teaching freshman how to write. I got hit on a lot but for the most part blew it off. There was one time though…well, one student…
I was at the bar w friends, Friday afternoon having a few drinks. Nothing serious, just a few cocktails. And I remembered…crap. I have a session w Davis. So I tore out of there and made it, a little late, and a little buzzed.
I had helped him all year. He was a math whiz. But writing was NOT his strongest ability. Not my type either. Just plain and mousey.
We got thru the session…it was a paper over Don Henley’s “dirty laundry” and what it meant but…anyway. When we finished, I asked if he happened to have any alcohol by chance. He actually did. Some gut rot tequila but…oh well. 4 shots later, I feel at least relaxed. His parents had rented him a small home, and there was a super comfortable looking couch, and I asked if I could go sit and relax. He was more than agreeable, and offered me a cigarette which I happily took. We talked and I guess I put my head in my hands at some point. He asked if I was ok, and I was but…I had a LOT of neck tension. As soon as I told him, he walked over and began rubbing my neck. I tensed up immediately and told him that was probably not a good idea, but he kept rubbing. And, it was quite nice so…I relaxed.
He rubbed my neck for 20 minutes, maybe more. While doing so, he proceeded to tell me that his best friend’s mom was a chiro, and they had a masseuse on staff, and he had learned a few things. At some point, he mentioned he had some eculyptus scented oil, and he would gladly finish my back. I agreed but told him again, that was IT. Nothing was going to happen. Internally, I had come to a decision that if I had to I would get him off so I could leave but…he was good anyway so it was fine really.
Anyway, he returned with warm oil, and he advised me to remove my top. Against better judgement, I agreed and with that, my top slipped off. I laid down across the couch and let him do his work, and he WAS Wonderful! Really good w his hands. Every now and then he would reach under my shorts and I’d swat his hand after a few seconds but, that’s all. I guess i relaxed enough but eventually, when I felt his hands fumble with my bra…I let him. He rubbed and caressed and I just melted. It was amazing.
Once that guard was relaxed…my other guards crumbled. My shorts went by the way side. He pushed my arms up, traced his hands down and worked his way to my sideboob…and at this point, I was decidedly wet.
I wasn’t sure that I wanted to just give him a handjob. He was skilled and patient. I was curious, and reached back. His cock was thick, average size and…a nice mushroom head. I knew i wanted more than to send him on his way. He firmly moved my head back, and kissed me. One of the best kisses of ever. This shy gangly freshman quickly turned from meek to firmly in control. He slid my shorts and panties off, and I went to roll over. He stopped me and said no. He moved his hands to my ass and continued the massage. So intense. He was opening my cheeks up wide, firm, drizzling oil over my cheeks, and occasionally teasing my ass w his tongue. I was panting and shaking already…I don’t know how long this went on. Maybe another hour. I hadn’t cum yet, but I was teetering on the edge and if he just touched me right…I knew I would.
He told me to get on all 4s, and I did. He tongue fucked my ass until I was in literal tears from frustration. I finally felt one hand work between my legs straight to my clit, and the other entered my ass. I said nooooooo…I need your cock. Now. Enough.
He laughed and said he had a gf and didn’t want to cheat, so he was going to fuck my ass. His words pushed me over the edge and I started…idk…I felt like I was just peeing all over the floor. I came and came and came. He kept me like this for another 20 minutes, until my legs started to give out…and hed firmly tell me to get back on all 4s. He finally pushed my head down. I asked if he had any condoms and he said no. I reached in my purse to get one, and he laughed. He told me to drop it or go home…so, I dropped it. He pushed my head down, reached around and grabbed my arms…pulling them back. I felt his fat cock head push against my ass, and I unconsciously pushed back against him. I swear he ripped me but…indidnt care. He grabbed my arms and started fucking my ass deeply. I came quickly and violently. He…did not.
He had the sort of dick control that I had dreamed of. He had to have had some kind of condition because, he lasted so long…and he stroked in and out of me until I was ready to pass out. I went limp and he continued pounding and pounding. He cradled me when my legs gave out, and eventually took me to his room.
He laid me on his bed, flat on my back. He gave me a small vibe, and I gladly used it on my clit, as he began his ass assault once more. I’ve been fucked all night before, but never like this. My ass was so full….so much air in me. He told me if I ever wanted to see him again, I’d stay the night…and I did. I didn’t sleep much. He fucked me until around 1 the next afternoon and…at that point, I was raw and done. He sent me on my way, and reminded me we had a tutoring session on Monday, 2 short days away…
The next day, I was in so much pain. It hurt to sit, stand, move, you name it. He left me a mess, w a neck full of Hickeys and an ass that looked black and beaten.
Thanks for the memories Davis…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n7bjll/18_yr_old_freshman_seduces_his_tutor_fm
Did you go back to him 2 days later ?
And besides being a great song, what exactly was Dirty Laundry about?
So fucking your ass isn’t cheating? He’s got game.