Tutor (what a clichéd name)
It’s 7:30 p.m., and I’m reviewing my student’s homework for her. How in the world can I be paid 1500 an hour to do something as trivial as checking the homework of an elementary school child in China, or chaperoning a child’s schooling? Even though I am in the middle of it, I am still skeptical.
I put my mind back on the exercise. It’s a big mistake to call a college student to watch these additions, subtractions, multiplications and divisions.
I hand the exercise back to my student: “Well done.” I smiled at her. A blush immediately appeared on her face, “Cute kid,” I thought to myself. I ran my hand down her face, one of her favorite gestures, and now the blush had spread to her neck.
The next action mesmerized me as she took my hand – I could feel her shaking – and moved it down to about her breasts, but her body was so petite that I almost completely covered her breasts with one hand. At this point I didn’t take my hand back even though I felt something was wrong, and I guessed that this might be a way for her to show her friendliness, but the next fact immediately disproved my assumption.
My hand stayed on her breast for about five minutes or less, and my hand felt the warmth of her body and her heartbeat, and the warm, intense vibrations reached my hand. (I didn’t think about that at all, because she was really too young, and sex and children are sometimes so closely related, and sometimes they don’t know each other as if they were indifferent.) Her little hand held mine so tightly that I was embarrassed to draw it back.
As if the break was over, her hand moved again, and slowly, slowly, my hand reached her sleeping private parts (does anyone have a more elegant word?). Slowly but surely, I realized that this was a big deal, and that if anyone came in and saw this obscenity, I would be brought to justice. But I couldn’t just pull my hand back, it would hurt her, I’m an idiot enough to know how embarrassing it would be for her to ask a woman to do such a thing (even though she’s not even ten years old now), wait, who taught her to do such a thing? She couldn’t have been spontaneous, her private parts are now only used for one purpose for her, as an excretory organ!
As I struggled to figure out how to break the deadlock midway through, she began to squeeze my hand harder towards her private parts just squeezing, just squeezing really, she didn’t know about sexual pleasure yet, so her movements were so rough and colorless. But I still had an erection because the sight excited me. And she continued with her mechanized squeezing motions, not seeming to notice the change in the male in front of her, but just kept rubbing my hand towards her.
Gradually, I began to feel that I couldn’t do it, that at this rate I would be swallowed up by the desire to procreate, so I resolved to draw my hand back.
“I~~yah~~” (the sound of the door opening), oh my god! The door opened!
It was the madam! She walked in with a pot of iced tea and a smile, “Rest I… what are you doing?!”
It’s over. I’m 20 and I’m going to jail. I mustn’t show my face when the reporters ask me…
The lady had already dragged me away from the scene while I was imagining things, and she said to the boy, “Stay in your room and don’t come out!!!” Huh? Shouldn’t a normal person check to see if their daughter is okay first?
Madame dragged me to her chambers, threw me on the bed then started to undress. Huh?
Why is she taking off her clothes? Isn’t she going to scold me? It’s been a weird day, I’m too lazy to be surprised now.
I looked at her quietly, and her purple cut-out bra and black garter belt stockings, as if something was missing? Ahh!
She’s not wearing panties! Was it too hot? Even the hairs on my legs knew that would never happen, but whatever she was, my brothers were already raring to kill her.
I figured she should be the one to take the initiative here, so I just sat there frozen, watching as she ripped down my pants and grabbed my brother, then she stopped, looking at me with those dark, cavernous eyes, like she wanted to eat my little rock alive. She returned her attention to my little brother and slowly opened her mouth as if she was purposely showing it to someone. She stuck out her tongue and slid it in a straight line from the testicles to the very tip of the glans, then she circled my glans, drooling on my brother already, then she took my glans into her mouth, secured it with her teeth, and then began to slowly lick the bells-eye (or is it called the horses-eye?). .
I began to gradually feel waves of electricity flying towards my brain, she began to speed up, the quality and quantity of the waves skyrocketed, my body began to throb, the intense pleasure made me forget where I was, I probably entered a state of selflessness, the world around me seemed to be tens of thousands of light years away from me. Such intense pleasure continued non-stop, but I still didn’t feel like ejaculating, not because I had great stamina but because she was so skilled that she fully understood how to manipulate a man’s sexual organs.
I can’t stand it anymore, I said to myself, I’m afraid I’m going to die under her lips and tongue at this rate.
“Please… please… let me out…” I begged her, and with a wry smile on her face, she opened her mouth and freed me from the hell of bliss. My glans was covered with foam formed by saliva, and her mouth was still attached to it by five or six threads.
I started panting heavily, my glans still kept rocking back and forth from the residual pleasure, but it seemed like she was going to kill me before she was satisfied, as she climbed on top of me and slowly sat down, engulfing my brother completely.
I’m so tired… Windy is a longtime friend of this board, and has been a constant presence here since the days of the old posting board. I thought it was about time I produced something after being a submarine for so long. This is the result of my delusional thinking one night. I thought I would be able to finalize it soon, but I didn’t realize that I couldn’t finish it after half a day, so I had to split it into two posts.
I’m from the Chaos faction, and I admire Brother Ancient Snake the most, so I hope you cheer more! (I know it’s an unreasonable request, so just check it out)
Tutoring (II)
Warmth, dampness, obscenity, filth, so many sensations flooded my mind in the moment, but I became more aroused by the complexity of these sensations, and it seemed that one could derive even greater pleasure from doing something that would normally be considered a taboo act.
She began to move up and down, and the sensation was now warm and pleasurable compared to the intense overwhelming pleasure of a moment ago, and I was afraid I would have ejaculated if the tension from a moment ago hadn’t been removed.
Suddenly she stopped her movements, which instantly made me fall from the sky, I think she wanted to hear my pleas, if it was normal, I wouldn’t do it even if it killed me, but right now I desperately needed to let off steam, and any self-respect had disappeared long ago when I had just had a blowjob.
“Please…” I hesitated, my voice actually trembling: “Please… continue.”
But her cold expression didn’t respond.
Suddenly, “Touch me.” She said.
Dyke I hadn’t touched her since I came in, so she was angry because of that? So my hands moved up to her ample breasts and I gently glided over them, sliding and sliding. I came to her erect dark red nipple and I moved my mouth up to it and gently nibbled on it and then started doing to it what she had just done to my glans. Now with my left hand free because of my mouth’s substitution I began to stroke downward, aiming for the place where the man and woman make peace.
“Don’t ！！！！！” Suddenly the child rushed in: “Don’t touch her ！！！！！ Big brother, please ！！！！！”
At that moment, a smile appeared on the lady’s face, a kind of smile that did not belong to this world, a ghostly smile.
She pushed me out of the way and then half laid herself down on the bed with a couple pillows behind her.
“Fuck me!” She said those two words in a marvelous tone, the kind of tone that you wouldn’t hesitate to fuck her even if you knew it was her daughter next to you. Her fingers were spreading her secret place wide open, and her middle finger was still playing with the fluid that she and I were producing, making a constant popping and pinching sound.
As if unconsciously, I put my brother into her obscene tube while unconsciously starting a thrusting motion.
She began to scream incessantly as if she were trying to scream for her daughter.
And that child is now in tears, she has been crying since just now: “Big brother don’t touch her!
Big brother don’t touch her!!!”
It was kind of a brutal sight for her now that she saw us copulating again, and she was crying even more frantically.
She suddenly clasped her hands around my waist, wanting to separate me from her mother, but her hands were too short to exert any force, so she pulled my right hand instead, and while exerting force, she kept shouting. But I was already controlled by the lady’s flesh, at that time I only had the lady’s private parts in my eyes, and only the desire to vent my desire inside her in my mind, and I was completely indifferent to the little girl’s screams that were like shouting out her own blood.
I just kept on, attacking Madame’s bottom harder and harder, and I felt that I was at my limit, so I released my life inside Madame.
While I was still weak from the aftermath of my ejaculation, in my eyes was the smiling, beautiful, lewd hellish face of my lady.
My ears heard the cries of a child: “Why did you rob my big brother? Why did you steal my big brother? You already have a father, father every day to fuck you, why do not you let big brother to fuck me?”
The kid bit me hard on the neck and I heard her mumble over and over.
“Big brother fuck me! Big brother fuck me! Big brother fuck me! Big Brother fuck me! Big Brother…”
(concluded)
Yay! The fight is over.