Hi, so this is my first story so I hope you enjoy it and any feedback is greatly appreciated!
The summer holidays only had a few weeks left and my parents were fed up with me not doing my summer schoolwork. So, they hired Dior to come and tutor me. She was the daughter of one of my mom’s friend’s and was on break from university where she was studying some advanced maths degree.
As soon as she walked in, I had a crush on her. She was easily the hottest girl I’d ever seen. Long curly black hair flowed down over one slender shoulder. Her face was delicate with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. She had soft pouty lips and dark brown eyes hidden beneath fluttering eyelashes. She wore a white flowery sun dress which complimented her tanned, light brown skin. As soon as she’d left on that first day, I dived onto Instagram and began scrolling through her photos. There were hundreds of gorgeous selfies, most in bikini’s or at the gym.
Looking at those pictures had my dick instantly hard. Her body was everything I loved in a girl. She was slender, but not too skinny. Her breasts were small and perky, the kind I imagined would just fit perfectly in my hand. Her hips had a nice curve, but it was her ass that I fell in love with. She knew how to work her angles, how to show off that gorgeous round ass.
Our days quickly formed a routine. Dior would arrive at ten and we’d spend the next two hours working through my textbooks. We’d then break for an hour for lunch. Dior would disappear into the garden and lounge on one of the deck chairs by the pool whilst I ate. On the third day, she slipped into the bathroom and emerged a minute later in the tinniest, sexiest black bikini I’d ever seen. My dick was instantly hard and as soon as she was settled, I ran upstairs to my room.
I had a perfect view of her, lying on her back, one hand behind her head, the sun making her skin glow. And the best thing was, she couldn’t see me. She couldn’t see me stood there, dick in my hand, jerking off to her perfect body. I would orgasm, a jet of cum shooting from my cock straight into the dirty sock I’d picked up from my messy floor.
When Dior came back inside, a towel wrapped around her waist and her body still glistening with water from the pool, she would set me going on an exam paper whilst she quickly dressed. Once I’d finished the exam, Dior would sit next to me and we’d go through my answers, marking the paper. It was hard to concentrate with her so close. I could smell the chlorine from the pool mixed with her sweet perfume. I had to really focus on not getting hard.
On the Friday of our second week, I woke up late. I had been up till past midnight gaming with some friends and I really couldn’t be bothered to get up to do schoolwork. My mind wandered into thoughts of Dior and I found myself getting hard. I grabbed my phone and opened up Instagram. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and my dick swelled to its full size as I scrolled through her posts. There were hundreds of them. Hundreds of selfies in tiny bikinis and tight gym outfits.
I found my favourite bikini set, stripped out of my pyjamas and began stroking my dick. As I stroked, I closed my eyes, images of Dior filling my head. A noise outside my door made me open my eyes. My parents were both at work so it was probably just the house creaking in the heat. I looked down at my phone and realised I’d somehow scrolled to a different picture. I scrolled back up and continued stroking.
Another noise made me pause and just I was considering getting up, my bedroom door flew open.
“If you’re gonna perv threw my insta, Jake, try not to like all my old posts,” Dior said as she swept in. I scrambled to cover my dick with a pillow and Dior stopped, a shocked grin spreading across her face.
“What are you doing here? How’d you get in?” I yelled, my voice cracking and face flushing.
“Your parents gave me a spare key, just in case you weren’t up when I arrived,” Dior answered. “Anyway, that doesn’t matter. Are you jerking off to me, you perv?”
“What does it matter? You shouldn’t be barging into my room,” I snapped back with false anger. Dior laughed and moved closer to my bed.
“Oh, just shut up and show me that dick.”
Time froze. Dior wanted to see my dick. I couldn’t have heard properly. I must be hallucinating. Dior wanted to see my dick. She actually wanted to see my Dick. I couldn’t believe it. I closed my eyes, screwing them shut tight. Dior wanted to see my dick. When I opened them again, Dior was still stood there, that sly smile still on her face.
“Well, come on,” she said, “Show… Me… That… Dick.” Her hands clapped with each word.
“Are you being serious?” I asked. Dior rolled her eyes dramatically and nodded so I slowly moved the pillow aside. My dick was still hard and sprang up like a jack-in-the-box.
“Oh, my, god,” Dior gasped, her eyes opening wide. “Jake, you are huge. How are you that big?”
I knew my cock was big. It was definitely bigger than the ones I’d seen in porn videos, but not by much. Hearing Dior say that though, seeing her shocked expression, seeing how she bit her lip, it filled me with something I’d never felt before. I slowly began stroking my dick, my eyes never leaving Dior’s face. She moved forward, climbing onto my bed before crawling towards me.
“How about I do that for you,” she whispered, her hand reaching out. She took hold of my dick and began slowly stroking up and down.
It felt amazing. My dick looked so good in her hand. It shadowed her face as she lay down between my legs, looking at my shaft with a big grin. She reached out with her other hand and it too closed around my dick.
“You are so big. I’ve got two hands around your dick and you could easily fit another two, maybe even three,” Dior said. She began stroking just the tip of my cock with her finger. It sent tingles throughout my body.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped as her other hand stroked up and then down.
That feeling building inside of me was undeniable. The way her hand just sensually stroked my dick had me ready to cum almost instantly. I tried to hold on but it just continued to build inside me until I exploded. My hot, sticky, white cum shot up high into air before falling back down. It landed on Dior’s hands and dripped down my shaft.
“Wow, there’s so much,” Dior laughed. “I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks.” Her tongue flicked out and licked up my cum.
“Oh, that’s hot,” I whispered as she licked again and again.
“Mmm, so tasty,” she said between licks. I watched her lick her entire hand clean, swallowing every drop.
When she was done, she sat up and gave me a dazzling smile.
“Right, you go shower, get dressed, and meet me downstairs” she said, her voice suddenly all bossy and full of authority, “Then, we’ll need to talk.” She jumped up and began walking towards the door, her hips swaying perfectly with each step. She got to the door and turned back, winking as she disappeared out into the corridor.
I sat there for a few minutes in total shock. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My body felt numb as I stood up and moved towards the door. I stepped out into the empty corridor and crossed into the bathroom. I still couldn’t believe what had just happened as I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. The cold stream shocked me fully awake and only then did I realise my heart was beating erratically. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as the shower gradually warmed up.
When I was done, I got dressed and made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Dior was stood at the counter making herself a coffee. I sat down at the table and took in what she was wearing today. Her white dress came down to just above her knees and I could just about make out the shape of her ass beneath the flowing fabric.
She turned and moved to sit opposite me, setting down her cup before pulling out a chair. Silence filled the room and I opened my mouth to speak.
“So, about what just…”
“Are you a virgin?” she interrupted me, her eyes locking with mine. I felt myself flush with embarrassment as I nodded slowly.
“Could you tell? Was I that bad?” I asked, feeling the euphoria that had flooded my body begin to fade.
“Oh no, you weren’t bad at all. You were perfect,” she said, reaching out and taking my hand in hers. “It was just your face. You just had this look about you. You looked like you were in heaven. It was so cute.” She squeezed my hand and leant forward.
“Thinking about your dick has got me all wet,” she whispered. “You’re easily bigger than my ex. Shit, you’re bigger than my large dildo. And it’s taking all my effort not to just jump you right now.”
Her words filled me with a confidence, a bravado, that I’d never felt before. There she was, the gorgeous Dior, talking about my dick and how much she wanted me.
“I’m not stopping you. In fact, we could be up in my room right now,” I said confidently, leaning forward till we were only a few inches apart. Dior bit her lip and then leaned back, pulling her hand away from me.
“Don’t tempt me,” she smiled. “No, not yet anyway. As your parents are paying for me to be your tutor, we’ve got to put your education first.”
“Ok,” I muttered, my heart falling.
“So, here’s a little challenge for you.” Hope filled me at her words. “You’ve got two textbook chapters and two exam papers to do. If you can get them finished today, I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever.”
Never before had I put so much attention, so much effort, into my schoolwork. Dior’s soft words of encouragement and guidance only fuelled me further. We paused only for a few minutes for lunch before starting on the exam papers. The first one was tough but I got through it and began on the second as Dior marked my work. When that too was complete, I sat in nervous silence as Dior flicked through the pages, not a hint of how well I’d done showing on her face.
After what seem an age, a slow smile split Dior’s face as she closed the exam paper and looked up at me.
“Well?” I asked, my eagerness bubbling over.
“You passed both exams. In fact, you got full marks on the first one,” she said and I leapt up, whooping in celebration. Almost immediately, the realisation of what that meant came crashing down around me and I looked down at the grinning Dior.
“You’re cute,” she laughed, standing up. She moved around the table and took both my hands in hers, pulling me into her. She kissed me, standing on her tiptoes so her soft lips could press against mine.
We kissed for a few moments before Dior pulled away and began leading me upstairs by one hand. We entered my bedroom and Dior pushed me down onto my bed before straddling me.
“So, anything?” I asked as my dick began to swell in my pants.
“Almost. I have one rule. Do not cum in my pussy,” she said seriously. “In my mouth, on my face, on my body. That’s fine, just not in my pussy.” I nodded in understanding and then smiled as a thought crossed my mind.
“How about in your ass?” I smirked. A look of shock crossed Dior’s face and she bit her lip thoughtfully.
“I don’t know, maybe. It depends if I can take that monster dick, but I don’t know until we try.”
We stopped talking and started kissing again. This time it was me who grabbed Dior’s ass, squeezing her cheeks in my hands.
“So, are we just gonna kiss or what?” she whispered between kisses.
“Give me a strip tease,” I said, lifting her onto her feet as I sat up.
“Ok, now we’re talking. Have you got a speaker?” she asked. I nodded and pointed to my desk. Dior plugged in her phone and a second later music started blasting out.
I watched as Dior moved to stand in front of my bed. She started dancing in time with the music. Her hips swayed from side to side and she lifted her arms over her head. She turned around and looked back over her shoulder as her ass moved hypnotically. She ran her hands through her hair, pulling it off her shoulders so I could the straps of her dress. Her hand slowly pulled one down and then the other. She shrugged and the top of her dress folded down so it looked like she was only wearing a skirt. With her arm covering her chest, she turned in a full circle, teasing me with barely a glimpse of her tits.
With her back to me again, she slowly bent over forward, pulling down her dress. Her ass was phenomenal and the little thong she wore left nothing to the imagination. She stood back up and kicked her dress away before turning to face me. She had both hands covering her tits as she moved towards me. She stopped a few steps away from me and leaned forward, dropping her hands.
Her nipples were so pretty. Small, round and dark. They were pointing outwards, erect and hard. I wanted to reach out and grab her, to feel her tits in my hands, but she was just out of my reach.
“Come give me a lap dance,” I said, gesturing for her to move closer. She took one step, and then another. As soon as she was in reach, I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto my lap. She laughed as her hips ground against my bulging pants.
“Oh, wow. Even in your pants, you’re huge. I’m surprised you’re not bursting out of them,” she whispered into my ear. But I barely heard her. Her nipples were right in my face. They were so close all I had to do was move my head slightly. Dior let out a soft moan as my teeth gently closed on her nipple. I kissed her and teased her before moving to her other nipple. Her hips ground against me, teasing me even as I teased her nipples.
I leaned back and my hand moved up her body and my fingers encircled Dior’s throat. I didn’t squeeze. I just held her as I looked into those gorgeous eyes.
“Get on your knees and suck my dick,” I ordered, my voice full of false bravado. Dior smiled and slipped down between my legs. Her hands rubbed my dick through my pants as I unbuckled my belt. I lifted my hips and Dior quickly pulled down my pants and boxers, letting my dick spring free.
“Mmm, wow. Are you even bigger than before?” she gasped, both hands grasping my shaft.
Dior leaned forward, her lips parting slightly so she could take my tip into her mouth. My dick began to disappear into her, going deeper and deeper until I filled her mouth. But I wasn’t all the way in. There was still maybe 3 or 4 inches to go. I took hold of Dior’s head and slowly forced her down. Her eyes went wide and I could hear her gagging as my dick filled her throat. I held her there, watching her eyes roll in her head as I held my entire dick in her.
I let go and Dior came up immediately. She gasped for air, saliva dripping down her chin even as it dripped my shaft.
“Damn, I need practice,” she said breathlessly. She wiped her chin and then was sucking my dick again. Her head bobbed up and down, and she tried deepthroating me again, this time going all the way down with no help from me.
“Oh fuck, that looks so hot,” I moaned. Dior smiled as she took a breath, her hand stroking my shaft.
“Am I gonna keep sucking your dick or are you gonna fuck me,” she smiled.
Dior stood up and moved to lay on the bed as I stood at the edge. She pulled off her thong and spread her legs wide so I could see her pussy. She was completely smooth; her skin slightly tanned except for a strip where her bikini had been.
“Do you like the view,” Dior whispered as her fingers played with her pussy lips.
“I love it,” I replied, stepping forward so that the tip of my dick pressed against her. Dior gasped as I thrust forward.
Her pussy was tight and wet. It squeezed my dick as I slid it deeper and deeper inside her. I grabbed Dior’s waist to hold her in place as the last of my dick entered her.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, even as she cried out “Yes, fuck yes!” I began moving my hips back and forth, thrusting in and out. Dior moaned loudly as my dick entered and exited her. Her hands grabbed handfuls of my quilt and her back arched.
“Holy shit, you’re so fucking big,” she moaned, “I feel like you’re gonna split me in half, don’t stop.” Her words drove me to move faster. My body slammed into hers, each thrust making her moan loudly.
After a couple of minutes my legs began to burn. I wasn’t exactly unfit, but this was a proper workout.
“Get on top. I want to see that ass work,” I said when I could go no more. We switched positions. I lay down on the bed and Dior straddled me with her back to me. I felt her hand reach down and hold my dick as she guided her pussy down on it.
“Mmm, yes,” Dior moaned as she began bouncing up and down. The way her ass moved was just hypnotic. She twerked it, making her cheeks bounce even crazier than I could have thought possible.
“God, I love your ass,” I said, reaching out to squeeze it.
“Thanks,” she replied, looking back over her shoulder, “I spend enough time at the gym working on it, it’s always nice hearing how good it is.”
“Speaking of your ass…” My voice trailed off.
Dior was silent for a moment and then suddenly turned to face me, biting her lip.
“Ok, we can try it, but as soon I say stop, I need you to stop.” She said, climbing off of me. I nodded in understanding and moved to follow her as she lay on her belly. She brought her legs up underneath her, sticking her ass into the air. I went to move up behind but she suddenly sat up, nearly headbutting me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Lube! Do you have any? Maybe your parents have some. I cannot do anal without it.”
I didn’t have any. And a search of my parents’ room turned up nothing. I was about to give up the idea of fucking Dior’s ass when I suddenly remembered that we could use olive oil. Dior was a little bit hesitant at first but agreed once she’d googled it.
Dior retook her position on my bed and I lubed up my dick with the oil before drizzling some onto her ass. She tensed slightly as my tip pressed against her hole but then forced herself to relax. I grabbed her hips as I slowly pushed inside her. She was tight, very tight. Her ass squeezed the tip of my dick and I knew I wasn’t going to get much further inside her.
Dior moaned and groaned as I slowly fucked her ass. I pushed in and then pulled out, opening her up with each push deeper into her. I’d managed to get the whole tip and maybe one and a half inches of my shaft into before she called out.
“Wait, stop!” she yelled, looking back at me over her shoulder. I was shocked to see tears in her eyes so I quickly pulled out.
“Are you alright?” I asked, my voice full of concern.
“I’m… I’m fine,” she replied, wiping her eyes. “It’s just a bit more than I was expecting. You don’t have to stop, just please don’t go any deeper.”
I gave Dior another second to recover before pushing my dick back into her ass. This time I went even slower, just using my tip. Every so often I would push deeper and Dior would grunt as my dick stretched her open.
“Fuck it,” she gasped, “Put it all in. Ram your dick as deep in me as it will go.” Her hands grabbed fistfuls of bedding and she bit down on my pillow.
“Are you sure? That’s going to hurt,” I asked, pausing in my thrusts. Dior just nodded.
“Ok then,” I said, shifting position slightly and securing my grip on Dior’s waste. With one quick, hard thrust, I pushed my dick as deep in Dior’s ass as I could. The pressure squeezing my dick was intense and I nearly came there and then. But Dior’s legs kicked out and she collapsed beneath me with a cry of pain.
“I’m sorry,” she moaned, rolling over to look up at me.
“It’s alright,” I reassured her. “You are amazing.”
I leant down and kissed Dior gently on her lips. She smiled weakly up at me and wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Now, how about I eat you out for a bit?” I asked, already moving down her body. I kissed her chest, each of her nipples, her belly and then the inside of her thigh. I heard her breath catch as my lips brushed the lips of her pussy. She gasped as I ran my tongue up her lips and then her hands were holding me head. She held me as I began eating her out, not letting me to come up for air. She must have liked what I was doing because soon her hips were moving in circles and she was screaming my name.
“Yes Jake!” she screamed, “Oh, Jake, I’m going to fucking cum.”
Dior’s hips bucked violently and she screamed incoherently as she came. Her pussy juices covered my face and dripped down my chin as she slowly came down from the orgasmic high.
“Oh wow, I’ve never cum like that before,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. I sat up, and wiped my chin before moving forward and kissing Dior. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and my hands groped her tits. I felt her hands reach down and she began stroking my dick.
I was ready to cum and forced myself to break away from Dior.
“I’m gonna cum,” I grunted as I took over stroking my dick.
“Where do you want to cum?” Dior asked, a hungry look in her eye.
“I want this first load in your mouth.”
“First load?” Dior laughed as she slipped onto her knees in front of me. She took back over stroking my dick and opened her mouth just in front of the tip.
As her hands pumped my shaft, I could feel that familiar feeling building inside my balls. My dick twitched and cum exploded out the tip. Dior flinched slightly under the sudden barrage of cum that filled her mouth and coated her tongue. She closed her eyes and swallowed, savouring every drop of my cum.
“Mmm, that’s so tasty,” she said, sticking out her tongue to show me she’d swallowed all of it. “Now, where do you want your next load?”
“Oh, I want to cum all over those perfect titties.”
“You think my tits are perfect?” she asked, her surprise evident in both her tone and look.
“They are. I love them,” I said helping her up onto her feet. I then lifted her up so her tits filled my vision. I bit down gently on her left nipple and slowly pulled back before releasing. I did the same with her right nipple and she moaned in pleasure.
I lay her down onto the bed and without prompting she opened her legs. My dick slipped into her wet pussy with ease and I began thrusting in and out. I could feel my legs burning again but I powered through the discomfort. Her pussy felt so good and I loved the face she made as my dick ploughed her. Her eyes rolled in her head and her mouth was open as she moaned loudly.
“Fuck, I don’t care anymore,” she cried out, “Cum in me. Fill my pussy with your cum!”
It took a few seconds for Dior’s words to sink in. I froze as they echoed throughout my mind, staring down at Dior as she continued to moan.
“Are… Are… Are you serious?” I stammered. Dior slowly nodded her head as she bit her lip nervously.
“Cum in me,” she whispered.
Those three simple words drove me to fuck Dior unlike before. My body slammed into hers. There was no rhythm, no thought of pleasure. Dior didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she moaned louder as my animalistic thrusting brought us both closer to orgasm.
And then we came. Both of us. At the exact same time. Dior’s pussy convulsed and tightened around my dick it exploded deep inside her.
“Oh fuck, Jake,” Dior gasped breathlessly as I slowly pulled out. A thin trickle of cum oozed from her pussy, dripping down onto my bed. I moved over and collapsed down next to Dior, my heart thumping in my chest.
We lay there for maybe ten minutes, not talking, just steadying our heavy breathing. I was just about to roll over and kiss Dior when she suddenly sat up, a wild look in her eyes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she yelled, jumping from the bed. She bent as she ran, scooping up her clothes as she dived across the corridor and into the bathroom. I got up and quickly dressed before following her. The bathroom door was locked and I knocked, asking if she was alright. She didn’t respond but I could hear the shower running.
I waited by the door for five minutes before hearing the door unlock. Dior stepped out, her hair still wet.
“Hey, is everything alright?” I asked, stepping forward. Dior gave me a weak smile and shrugged.
“I’m sorry, it was just…” she said in a quiet voice. “I shouldn’t have let you cum in me. I just got lost in the heat of the moment.”
“Oh, I thought maybe you were regretting… well regretting me.”
“No, no,” she hurriedly said, taking my hands in hers. “No, I really enjoyed it. I just shouldn’t have let you cum in me. I’m not on the pill or anything so I’m going to need to go and find a pharmacy. I don’t want to get pregnant.”
We talked in the corridor for a little bit longer before Dior excused herself. She gave me a kiss goodbye and I watched her from the door as she got in her car and drove off down the street. I went back inside and tried to play some games on my computer but my mind was just buzzing with what had just happened. I heard my parents get home but I ignored them as my phone beeped with a message.
“Hey, sorry again about earlier. I hope I didn’t worry you. We are definitely doing that again but you’ll have to wait a few days, I’ve just started some birth control.”