Sex
was something I took to like a duck to water.
From the moment I first discovered how amazing it could feel to be joined as intimately as possible with another human being, I was hooked.
Of course I have my college English tutor to thank for my love of all things carnal. Often when I'm in the mood to jerk off, I still think back to how hot my initiation to sex actually was.
Back in my first year of college, being a tall, muscle-bound jock, not really giving a shit about putting in the work required to pass, I wasn't too surprised to discover I was getting solid D's in English. But since I was only accepted to study on a football scholarship, providing I kept my marks up, my coach told me in no uncertain terms that if I didn't pick up my socks and start working my ass off to get a passing grade, then I'd be cut from the team. That sure woke me up in a hurry, and since there was no way I could let that happen, I decided I'd better knuckle down and get to work.
Though I'd never really been into Shakespeare or crafting a perfect haiku, obviously I had to do whatever it took to get a decent grade.
They assigned Miss Delores Wentworth, the Head of the English Department to work with me. She was probably somewhere around forty, kind of on the plain side, though in her own way still kind of cute I guess, with shoulder length sandy brown hair, big warm brown eyes and sexy librarian-style glasses. But man, what she lacked in looks, she more than made up for with an absolute killer body. Nice big rack, tiny waist, perfect round booty and really long shapely legs that had me practically drooling every time I worked with her.
Problem was, I got a feeling after a few sessions with her, that staring mesmerized at her rockin' bod, was not helping me learn much. Especially due to the fact that I'd get hard every time I sat with her, just thinking about all the kinky shit I envisioned doing with her, especially since back then, I was really into porn, and eager to try everything I saw happening on the screen.
I'd only just turned eighteen, and though girls told me I was hot, with my unruly sandy-brown hair, long-lashed emerald green eyes, and rock hard body, I'd gotten to second base and felt up a few girls while sucking face, that was about it. I'd never actually managed to seal the deal with anyone, up until then.
After a few weeks of working with me, and apparently getting pretty frustrated with my lack of improvement, one day when I walked into her cramped little office, lined wall to wall with shelf after shelf of nothing but books, Miss Wentworth closed the door with a decisive click, and then locked it. Then she took off her glasses, set them on her desk, looked me in the eye and told me, "You know Cody, in all the years I've been tutoring at this college, I've yet to give up on a student yet, and I'm not about to give up on you. So, I'm thinking I might need to add a little unconventional motivation to our lessons, that until now, I've never considered before."
Curious, I watched her turn and step up onto the wooden ladder that went all the way up to the top book shelf, so she could reach the books she kept up there, I was guessing. Then, wearing a little smirk, she looked down at me once she got up near the top and said, "If you would come over here, I have a few books I want you to look at, that I think might help."
But when I went and stood at the base of the ladder and looked up, I just about came in my jeans. Holy shit! I couldn't believe my eyes. Staring up under her dress, I saw that prim and proper Miss Wentworth had gone commando and wasn't wearing a thing underneath! And seeing as her gorgeous little snatch was the first pussy I'd ever got an eyeful of in real life, my hand instantly started stroking my cock right through my jeans, because fuck me, what a sight.
Seeing what I was doing, she looked down at me and coyly began to smile. And I knew then she wanted me to get aroused, and actually wanted me to see her little pink snatch, and the perfection of her nice round ass, though I couldn't figure out why.
Once she'd picked about a half dozen books off the shelf, she handed them down to me. Then she carefully started to make her way back down. But then a few feet off the ground, she surprised me when she turned on the ladder to face me.
When she had her nice big titties at eye level, practically staring me in the face, keeping her gaze locked on mine, I watched stunned as she popped a few buttons at the top of her dress. Then holy crap, I had to fight not to groan when she started massaging those big, lush melons under her dark green dress, till she'd gotten her nipples poking almost right through the freaking fabric. Slyly grinning at my wide-eyed look of disbelief, she began to pop a few more buttons, till I could see the tops of her lush pale mounds, along with a mouth-watering display of cleavage, that I desperately wanted to plunder with my tongue.
Then she regained my attention, and I looked up at her face when she said, "Cody, I want you to read one of these books each week. I have a feeling, unlike Chaucer or the Bard, once you get into them, you won't be able to put them down. And I think, obviously being a very healthy young man, you'll find them a lot more interesting than the subject matter we've been covering up until now. After you produce book reports on each one, if I think your work is starting to improve, you will be rewarded with something that I'm sure you'll enjoy."
My eyes grew wide and I could feel my cock beginning to thicken and grow painfully hard pressing up against my fly, as I anxiously waited to hear what she had in mind. Still running her hands over her luscious mounds, I noticed her breathing was getting a little choppy as she explained, "After you've read the first book, if you can produce a synopsis and a well thought out book report, I will allow you to run your hands over my breasts."