My Big Day with Brittany

A tutor's longtime female student suddenly becomes very amorous towards him. Of course, he is delighted and can't wait to find out how far she will go.

Part One

Tuesday, May 14, 1985 was one of the most eagerly awaited days in my entire life. In fact, I’d place it right at the top of my list.

For a full week, I, Jeremy Misener, age 26, had been counting the days, hours and minutes in anticipation of the arrival of Brittany Marquez at the side door of my house. It wasn’t that Brittany had never been inside my house before. She had previously visited me about 120 times, based on a quick calculation I had made that very morning as the clock slowly ticked off the seconds leading up to 5 p.m.

I laughed at myself for being so nervous about the arrival of a lovely female who was a few years younger than I was. I didn’t need to impress her. Apparently, I already had—for nearly three years. That was how long I had tutored Brittany in both math and English.

Brittany had always been a cutie. She was a bubbly brunette of Portuguese descent. She was full of life and great fun to be around. Brittany was a C-student and often had trouble focusing on her schoolwork, but when we weren’t chatting together or joking with each other, we generally got around to completing her assignments in a timely manner.

While I was always friendly with my students, I had never been inappropriate with them. I often lunched with a lawyer friend of mine named Avery who cautioned me about how quickly things could change. “Some young girls are very amorous and mercurial,” he advised me. “Their moods can change instantly. One moment they’re barely talking to you, then the next minute they’re throwing themselves at you. Over the years, I’ve had a few male teachers as clients who were overwhelmed by the affections of youthful females and lost control of the situation. Sometimes it was willingly, sometimes it was not. I don’t want you to fall into that same trap, Jeremy. Avoid it at all costs. It can be messy.”

Just to make conversation, I asked Avery if tutors fell into the same category as regular teachers when it came to the law regarding sexual relationships with people they are teaching. He said that the law left no doubt that teachers were in a position of authority over students because they had the power to manipulate pupils’ grades, but “the status of tutors was a bit of a gray area.” Avery looked at me and said, “Don’t get yourself into the position where this might become a factor, Jeremy.”

I assured him that I was not even close to being in such a situation. He said, “Good—but things can change quickly.” He was certainly proven correct about that!

All of a sudden, in the spring of 1985, Brittany Marquez became noticeably amorous with me. She’d hold my hand while reading or doing math problems. She’d tell me I was handsome. She’d inch her chair progressively closer to me until there was no space between us. She dressed better and better each Tuesday—and she even smelled better. (I later figured out that Brittany was washing her shoulder-length hair with a coconut-scented shampoo just before making the crosstown trip to my house with her mother.) Although she was welcome to do so, Brittany’s mom never stayed for the lesson. Instead, she visited one of my neighbors, an old school chum of hers, for the 60 minutes while I worked with her daughter. When the hour was over, she returned to pick up Brittany.

By the end of April, I could tell that Brittany was interested in me far beyond our established tutor/student role. She had given me a goodbye kiss once. The following Tuesday, May 7, she kissed me upon her arrival and a second time when she was preparing to leave. I caved in and kissed her too—directly on the lips. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. Brittany smiled. She also whispered in my left ear so her mother could not hear her say, “Next week we do it, Jeremy. Guaranteed. I can hardly wait.” Neither could I.

Part Two

I resided alone in the small house where my maternal grandparents once lived. They died within a few months of each other in 1984. Their estate left the house to my mother who rented it to me at a ridiculously cheap rate, which I truly appreciated. I was a loner by nature, so I enjoyed the solitude. Of course, having a house to myself also provided me with the opportunity to woo females privately. I took full advantage of that.

I had a steady girlfriend named Gwen Myers. An auburn-haired beauty, I had been seeing her fairly steadily for seven months. We were certainly a sexually active duo. Our first date had concluded with me sharing her bed in her apartment. Our second date ended with Gwen in my bed. I don’t think we’d ever had a date that didn’t conclude in a round of fucking. We were quite compatible, to say the least.

“God, I just love your dick, Jeremy!” she told me that first night at her place. “Its thickness is quite impressive.”

That was true. I was even told by my physician that my manhood was unusually wide. “Thanks!” I said. “I just wish it was a trifle longer so I can please you with it better.” My dick, on a good day, was precisely six inches when erect. Yes, I had measured it once just to find out.

“Wide is better than long, Jeremy. Trust me!” Gwen kindly said. I wasn’t sure if she was being totally honest with me, but she seemed sincere. She also attained orgasms easily whenever I slid my dick into her surprisingly tight vagina. Gwen, who was two years younger than I was, told me she had been sleeping with her boyfriends before she had developed boobs. Her vagina had more than a few miles on it. I really didn’t mind being on the long list of her conquests.

We seemed to have different goals regarding sexual intercourse. Oddly, I was the more conservative one, while Gwen seemed to be a sexual hedonist. Less than four hours after we had met at a shopping mall, we were in the sack together. I’d helped her pick up some items that had fallen from a shopping bag. As a way of thanking me, Gwen invited me to have a home-cooked meal. I accepted. We got along splendidly. The next thing I knew was that my thick penis was impressing her. I offered to make a baby with her then and there as I was slowly thrusting my phallus as far as it would go into her shaved vagina while gently nibbling on her nipples.

“I can make you pregnant very easily, Gwen,” I informed her. “You were definitely built for motherhood.”

She laughed at the suggestion and remarked, “I’m not interested in that at the moment, Jeremy, but thank you all the same. Please pull out before you come.”

“Okay,” I said. Five minutes later I ejaculated on Gwen’s torso. It was a substantial load of semen. “Say goodbye to Sarah!” I said to my bedmate.

“Huh?” replied Gwen.

“That load of goo I just dumped all over you was intended to be your daughter,” I explained. “Oh, well.”

That got to be a running joke. Whenever Gwen and I engaged in sex—which was always—and I shot a blast of semen, one of us would give it a name. For example, during our last sexual get-together on May 12 when I climaxed on her breasts, Gwen said, “Sorry, Stephen! There’s no egg for you to fertilize here.” It was a silly routine, but it was funny, too. Actually, I was kind of disappointed that Gwen didn’t want to be a mother because I loved coming inside girls’ pussies—and had since the age of 12. The vagina of a prepubescent neighbor named Molly Connolly was my first sperm destination. I gave her a tremendous load of cum. Fortunately, Molly was too young at the time to get pregnant. Nevertheless, I figured I was destined for early fatherhood.

Gwen knew I was an office clerk who supplemented his income by tutoring a few students. She had no idea one of them, the lovely and lively Brittany Marquez, was going to experience the thrills of my thick penis before her next romp with me.

Part Three

The clock read 4:52 p.m. Brittany arrived eight minutes early for her tutoring session which would certainly involve no tutoring today. I nearly jumped for joy, but I didn’t want to seem too excited to see her and make her mother even slightly suspicious. Sometimes Brittany’s mom accompanied her to the door. This time, however, she saw me through the window and simply waved. Brittany exited the car and jogged to the side door which I opened.

We said nothing at first as we descended down a staircase to the rec room I used for tutoring students who came to my home.

I said, “I think we should review some of the math problems that gave you trouble last Tuesday, Brittany.”

“I don’t think so, Jeremy,” she said bluntly. “I came here today to have a fuck with you. You know that.”

I smiled at her and replied, “Yes, I strongly suspected that, but I wanted you to say it, so I don’t come across as a dirty old man.”

“You’re 26 years old, Jeremy; you’re nowhere close to being an old man!” Brittany insisted.

“Okay, I’m a 26-year-old man who has a dirty mind,” I declared.

I promptly led her to the couch instead of our usual desk. Brittany again smelled of coconuts. I myself had dabbed on a manly scent of cologne which Brittany noticed and approved. We hadn’t been seated for more than a few seconds when Brittany launched herself at me. I was a bit startled by her assertiveness, but I quickly recovered. I quickly enveloped this junior sexpot in my arms and we kissed passionately. I was tempted to tell Brittany that she was a better kisser than Gwen, but she didn’t know I had a girlfriend.

Brittany was wearing a blue top that was a little classier than a t-shirt—but she didn’t have it on for long. She quickly lifted it off her body to expose some barely-there breasts. I found them to be extremely sexy and started licking them. Brittany giggled her approval. Brittany then began to undress me. Of course, she began with my trousers. I removed my shirt while she fiddled with my belt. I could tell Brittany had scant experience undressing males, so I did most of the work. She had both her hands inside my briefs before I could slide them off.

“Are you eager, Brittany?” I asked her facetiously.

“I want to get fucked, Jeremy,” she replied, “and your dick needs to see the light of day for that to happen.”

“That’s absolutely right,” I agreed. “Here it is for your enjoyment.” I had to lift my cotton briefs over my penis because I was sporting such a firm erection. I still wished I had a longer shaft, but it was a beautiful and impressive sight. Honestly, I think I had never been so hard in all my life. The taboo nature of what I was doing was a true turn-on for me.

“I like it!” Brittany said. “This is all new for me—and I really like your penis, Jeremy. Can I touch it, please?”

“I’d be terribly disappointed if you didn’t,” I responded. “Consider it to be your new friend, Brittany. Play with it all you like. Whatever you do with it will turn me on. I can guarantee that!”

Brittany began tugging on it with both hands. Since I was about as hard as I possibly could get, her actions were a little bit painful. I grimaced—and Brittany noticed.

“I’m sorry, Jeremy. Did I do something wrong?” Brittany asked me with alarm in her voice. She looked like she was about to cry.

“That was just a little bit rough, my dear,” I consoled her. “Hey, let me coach you through this like a good tutor should.” I instructed Brittany to gently stroke my shaft upward with one hand while massaging my balls with the other. Meanwhile, I continue to enjoy Brittany’s tiny treasure chest. We began kissing while caressing each other’s best assets. It was a lovely start to our shared sexual adventure. I only wished we weren’t under a 60-minute time limit.

After about five minutes of that fun bit of foreplay, I said to Brittany, “I think it’s time to see if your vagina is as cute as your tits.” Brittany had not yet completely disrobed. She was wearing red shorts that came off easily. Next, she pulled off her shiny Mary Jane shoes, leaving her with pristine white socks and yellow panties that had smiling bees as decorations. That cute undergarment somehow turned me on, too. (I was easily aroused that day!)

I have a sexual fetish that I don’t truly understand, but it is undeniably real. “Don’t you dare remove your socks, Brittany!” I said. “Brilliant white socks on an otherwise nude girl makes me very hard—as you can see.” I pointed to my throbbing dick as evidence.

I swiftly removed Brittany’s bee panties to expose her hairless vagina. I pushed Brittany onto some small pillows so she was slightly elevated. I told her to spread her legs. I think she was expecting sexual penetration, but I wanted to give this sweetheart the pleasure of oral stimulation first. (Of course, I wanted to taste her delectable pussy, too!) I quickly put my tongue to work, licking Brittany’s pretty vagina every which way. She came to an orgasm rather speedily. As a sexual novice, Brittany wasn’t quite sure what her body had just done. She looked at me with a degree of concern.

I smiled and said, “You just experienced the equivalent of a female cum shot. That’s nothing to be worried about, Brittany. In fact, you should be quite pleased with yourself. You are a very sexual girl if you can attain an orgasm so fast. I’m glad I could help it happen! It’s flattering to me, too!”

Brittany responded by giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I saw the opportunity to make a joke. “I’m not sure what I like kissing more, Brittany: your facial lips or your pussy lips. Let’s call it a tie.”

The time for sexual penetration had come. I prepared Brittany for what was about to happen to her. “Your pussy is plenty wet now and I’m going to shove my erection deep inside it. I suspect this is all new for you, so don’t be startled by how it might feel. I don’t have an especially long penis, but it is unusually thick. I hope you can take it. The absolute last thing I want to do is hurt you in any way, Brittany. You know I love you. I want this to be a pleasurable moment in your life. I truly hope it is.”

Brittany did not respond verbally. She just smiled lovingly at me and nodded. I took that as my signal to begin fucking her.

I placed the head of my dick next to her vaginal opening and slowly advanced it forward. Brittany reacted with apprehension at first and then began to slowly relax. She made a few faces as I thrusted deeper into her private part, but she remarkably had no trouble accepting my unusually thick dick. I was impressed! “Good girl!” I said. “I hope you are enjoying the feeling. Let me know if it hurts at all and I’ll stop immediately.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt, Jeremy. It feels wonderful to me,” Brittany insisted.

I took her at her word and began moving my dick in and out of her. It was my turn to say how wonderful it was to fuck her! “What a gorgeous, tight pussy you have, Brittany! I wish I could stay inside you forever. It’s magnificent!”

Brittany wrapped her arms around me as tightly as she could as I began to thrust inside her more wildly. “What a great fuck you are, Brittany,” I continued. “Let’s make a baby today. What do you say?”

She said nothing. I think she was enjoying the physical sensation of being so passionately screwed to hear anything I might be saying to her. That didn’t stop me from incessantly babbling, however
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“Brittany, I want to make you pregnant over and over again. Let’s have eight babies together…or ten…or maybe a full dozen. And let’s start this second!”

I unloaded the best cum shot of my life into Britany’s pliant pussy. Rope after rope of my thick semen was pumped from my balls and into her vaginal walls. For a moment I wondered if my ejaculation would ever cease. It was undoubtedly the most pleasurable sensation my 26-year-old body had ever experienced. I was hyperventilating, but I still had the good sense and manners to ask Brittany if she enjoyed the fuck.

Brittany deadpanned, “Well, it certainly beats doing math problems or parsing sentences.”

I gave her an astonished look—and then Brittany broke into loud laughter. “Of course it was fantastic, Jeremy. I was just pulling your chain. Honestly, it was the best experience in my life so far.”

“You sneaky little devil!” I exclaimed in mock anger. I flipped Brittany onto her stomach and applied a few spanks to her bottom—a physical feature of hers that definitely deserved more attention than I had given it during the previous 35 minutes. I caressed her sexy butt cheeks for a few minutes and even kissed them. When I turned her over so her back was once again within her pillows, I saw a huge glob of cum seep from Brittany’s well-used vagina. It was a sexy but alarming sight.

“We’ve only got about 12 minutes before your mother will be here, Brittany,” I noted anxiously. “Hurry into the washroom and clean yourself up as best you can.” She did it quicker than I expected. She was cleaned up and fully clothed in five minutes. In fact, she had to remind me to put my shirt back on!

We were both standing outside my side door when Brittany’s mother arrived uncharacteristically late. She was two whole minutes behind schedule—and she apologized for it.

“Did you learn a lot today, Brittany?” Mrs. Marquez asked her daughter.

“Oh, yes!” Brittany responded with a sly smile. “It was a very useful lesson I had today.”

“Great!” exclaimed her mother as she handed me my pay. “Try to teach her twice as much next Tuesday, Jeremy.”

I laughed and said, “Hey, I’ll try my best.”