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Computer Training
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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Ms. Yates teaches her young male student more than just
computer programming. (F-adult/M-teen, 1st, affair)
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My name's Monique Yates and I teach programming at a
local computer store. What follows is a little personal
story about me. It's very private, and definitely X-
rated! If that bothers you, don't go any further. Erase
this file and forget you ever saw it, and no harm is
done.
Somehow, women in the computer field have acquired the
reputation of being terribly straight laced and boring.
I've never understood why, and I've always thought it
was my duty to dispel that myth, at least to the best
of my abilities.
I'm twenty-six, female, and though I'm not a raving
beauty, I'm extremely sensual looking. For starters,
I'm five foot seven, weigh 131 pounds, and have a size
42 chest. I have a 24 inch waist, my breasts look
impressively large. I'm also lucky to have a nice,
tight ass and pretty nice legs.
But with my job, looking too sexy can be a real
disadvantage, so I usually dress down, covering up as
best I can. I wear my long red hair wound up in a bun
on top of my head, no make-up, loose sweaters and baggy
pants. At least that's what I wear to work.
About six months ago, I was contacted by the parents of
a eighteen year old boy named Jim Tompson. It seems he
was really interested in programming, and for some
reason, his parents wanted someone to help select a
computer and software, and then to tutor their son. The
money was very attractive, so I decided to do it. When
I first met Jim, I was stunned! Not only was he a very
bright, rather shy boy; he was gorgeous. Almost six
feet tall, brown, tanned, and athletic, Jim was so good
looking I could hardly concentrate as we talked.
After they bought a loaded AT clone, I began visiting
their house two evenings a week to teach Jim to be a
programmer. By the second lesson, I desperately wanted
to teach him something else! I couldn't believe my luck
when his parents told me they were going away on
vacation, a month-long cruise, but that Jim would be
staying home to continue his lessons. An aunt who lived
across town was supposed to keep an eye on things, but
Jim was pretty much on his own. They paid me in advance
for his lessons, and off they went.
The very next lesson, I knew what I wanted to do. An
hour before I was due at their home, I undressed and
quickly showered. I put on a pair of black panties and
a transparent black bra. My nipples felt full and
tingly as they poked against the cool bra cups.
In seconds they were painfully swollen, standing tall,
deep red and fully erect. Slipping my sexiest black
garter belt around my waist, I fastened the little
hooks behind my back, enjoying the silky sensation. I
picked out a pair of long nylon stockings, sheer suntan
in color; the kind with real wide, dark tops.
I don't know why, but nylons always make me feel sexier
and more attractive than pantyhose. I slid the sheer
stockings on, slowly smoothing them up my well-toned
legs as I fastened them to the garter belt. My shoes
were black leather high heels, cut low on both sides. I
stood in front of the mirror in my lingerie. My hair
was a golden cloud that swirled around my shoulders as
I made sure my make-up was fashion-model perfect. I
felt terribly wanton as I put on a short skirt and
tightly fitted blouse, leaving the top three buttons
open.
From the minute I came in the door, Jim couldn't take
his eyes off me. His eyes instantly locked on my
breasts, which crowned subtly but were distinctly
visible within my blouse. I could hardly control myself
as we worked through his lesson. He messed up almost
everything, obviously distracted by my flirtatious
attire.
When we were through, I began to implement my scheme. I
stood up, and feigning a slip, stumbled against the
desk, falling to the floor. As expected, Jim jumped to
my assistance.
"It's my right leg. I think it's just a cramp in the
calf," I told him. "But I don't know if I can walk."
"Here, Mrs. Yates," he offered courteously, "let me
help you over to the sofa."
I leaned heavily against him, making sure that my
breast pressed warmly against his arm. I couple of
phony limping steps and I fell back onto the couch, my
skirt "accidentally" sliding up my thighs.
"You've played sports in school, haven't you, Jim," I
asked.
"Sure," he answered. "Football and track."
"Well, you must have seen all sorts of injuries," I
continued. "Maybe you could take a look at my leg. Just
to see if it's anything serious."
"Sure, Mrs. Yates," he replied, kneeling in front of
me.
Tenderly, his fingers touched my right calf, caressing
the strong muscles through the sheer nylon of my
stocking. Slowly, I let my knees swing apart, giving
Jim a clear view all the way to my black panties.
Seconds later, as he lightly massaged my calf, I saw
him peeking up my skirt.
"Do you think my leg's all right?" I asked.
"I don't think it's anything serious, Mrs. Yates," he
said, taking another peek at my private spot.
"Jim!" I said sternly. "What are you looking at?"
"N-nothing," he stammered.
"You were looking up my skirt, young man," I said with
mock anger, "weren't you?"
Jim said nothing. He just looked down at the floor.
"Would you like a better look?" I asked, my voice like
melting butter.
I didn't wait for an answer. I stood up, my tingling
love grotto just inches from Jim's head. I stood there,
with my feet wide apart, my ankles flexed on my high
heeled shoes. Bending down, I slowly pulled up my
skirt, raising the hem to my waist. Jim simply stared.
I don't think he'd ever seen a woman wearing a garter
belt and stockings.
"I think these stockings make my legs and ankles look
really sexy," I said, boldly turning around so he could
see me from all angles. "Don't you think so?" I asked.
"Oh, Mrs. Yates!" Jim gasped, ogling my stocking-
sheathed legs.
"I love the way they make my thighs feel," I told him,
sliding my hands over the glistening nylon covering my
legs.
"M-Mrs. Yates," Jim stammered, getting to his feet and
backing away.
"I don't think we should be doing this. I don't want to
get into any trouble."
"Don't worry, Jim," I purred reassuringly. I walked
toward him, my stockings sizzling as I did. Jim just
stood there, unable to move. I dropped my skirt, moving
my hand boldly to my pupil's inner thigh, skimming
lightly, appraisingly, over the solid pouch between his
legs. My finger tips traced the warm,rigid length of
his masculinity, making Jim tremble.
"You... uh... shouldn't be doing that Mrs. Yates," he
said half heartedly.
"It's okay Jim. Why don't you take your clothes off for
me," I whispered hoarsely, my hand between his thighs.
Jim had no idea what to do, so he slowly began
stripping himself, shirt first, then pants. I could see
his self-consciousness as he dropped his pants, his
penis standing out in full naked erection, a long,
thick pole of throbbing flesh and blood. We stared into
each other's eyes. I reached down and took his hands,
and placed them on my breasts.
Hesitantly, he began to knead my flesh through my
blouse and bra. I unbuttoned my top slowly, moaning a
little as I slipped the fabric over my skin. I reached
around and unhooked my bra, uncovering my large, firm
breasts. The nipples were an angry pink, swollen, hard.
Then I undid the button at the waist of my skirt,
slowly unzipped the side, and then turned around, my
back to Jim. I lowered my skirt over my buns and bent
over to remove it completely. When I stood back up, I
was naked except for my panties, my stockings and my
high heeled shoes. Before he knew what was happening, I
was examining Jim's spectacular young peter.
His cock was standing straight up, deep red, and I
began to slide my finger tips along the shaft, touching
the soft skin ever so lightly. At the same time, I
reached between his beefy thighs and palmed his balls.
I'd only been touching him for a minute or two when he
started to reach exceptionally deep and fast. "Oh,
Jesus," I heard him grunt. "I can't hold back any
longer. It's just too much. I'm going to come!"
For a moment, I looked fondly at the contorted
expression on his face, then his virile prick was
jerking wildly in my hand. I felt Jim's thick hot semen
spurting all over my fingers.
"Oh, my god! Look at it Jim! God, you're cumming so
much," I gasped.
Running my fist up and down his spewing cock fast and
hard, I pumped even more of his semen from his virile
young body, until he begged me to stop. Happily, I
licked my fingers, devouring every last drop of his
fluid. Then I guided Jim's hand to my groin.
Instinctively, he slipped his hand inside my panties
and quickly located my moist opening.
"That feels so good!" I exhaled as he slowly probed my
lustful sex tunnel.
He began to slide his middle finger in and out, and I
loved the stimulation.. He soon had two fingers, then
three buried deep inside my horny cunt. I bit my lower
lip every time I felt my orgasm flaring up. Several
times I was on the verge of cumming, and held back, but
then I lost control. My body exploded in orgasm as I
screamed with satisfied lust. "Oh baby, do it to my
pussy! Push your hand all the way inside me. I'm
cumming! Please! Don't stop!"
I had three quick, shattering orgasms in a row, and I
felt like I was going to pass out. I practically fell
over, and when I finally stopped shaking, and turned to
Jim and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Silently, I
had him lie down on his back on the thickly carpeted
floor. I slid my damp panties down my legs and off,
then knelt next to Jim on the floor.
Jim's phallus drooped lazily to the left, showing no
sign of the size and vigor it had only minutes before.
I reached over and lightly caressed his spongy penis
with the finger tips of my right hand. He jumped the
instant my fingers made contact with his resting organ.
He spread his thighs, and I reached for his hanging
love spheres.
The tips of my fingers barely touched his gonads when I
heard Jim gasp. I felt his balls writhe against my
finger tips, as I repeatedly brushed at them. My eyes
burned as I watched his penis begin to straighten and
elongate.
I curled my fingers around his thickening shaft and
lightly milked his shaft, real slow and easy,
tantalizing him. Virility was pumping back into his
shaft, bringing back his raging erection, if anything
more awesome than before. Jim trembled and moaned as I
massaged his growing organ.
Lowering my head to his groin, I exhaled hotly as I lay
the tip of his manhood on my lower lip, extending my
tongue so that I could tease the small little hole into
giving me its pearl. "Oh my god!" he moaned. "Oh my
god!"
I let my tongue travel in tiny circles, teasingly,
gradually centering in on his most sensitive spot. And
when I got to that tender ridge, Jim just stopped
breathing, and his entire body tightened up. Opening my
mouth a little more, I took his whole length in my
mouth.
Right down to his hairy root!
I closed my lips around the base and held absolutely
still for just a second as a chill ran down my spine. I
rubbed my thighs together, massaging my burning pussy,
nearly climaxing again from the excitement.
Jim enlarged rapidly inside my warm sucking mouth until
he was pushing against the back of my throat. I began
to gag and I had to withdraw, letting his now turgid
spire slide gradually from my lips.
Slowly, shakily, I stood up, straddling Jim's flat,
powerful hips with my widely spread feet. From a
position towering above his reclining body, I squatted
down and grasped his pulsing cock in my hands, guiding
it to my pussy. I held my cunt above him just an
instant, rubbing the head of his cock between the
blonde-haired lips of my pussy. And then I pushed down.
He entered my cunt very, very slowly, filling me with
his hardness, stretching the already lubricated walls
of my pussy. I sat erect on his belly, my head thrown
back, my spine in inverted curve, and I could feel his
hardness slipping up into my body. I could feel the
head of his cock throbbing against the sticky
passageway.
He was like a long thick fire being swallowed by my
body, along thick hardness moving deeper and deeper up
my cunt. I pushed all the way down, as hard as I could,
and I found myself sitting on his lap. His cock, that
powerful, merciless shaft was buried to the hilt inside
my cunt.
I began to ride him. I say I rode him because he did
nothing but lie there under me, his penis standing
straight up like a deeply rooted tree. Gingerly,
balancing on my steep heels, I put my hands on my knees
and began to raise and lower my pelvis. I was literally
doing deep-knee bends. And Jim was sliding all the way
in, and almost all the way out of me as I moved up and
down.
I flexed my hips again and again, up and down, an
orgasm building like a crescendo between our bodies.
When the energy was screaming, shrilling throughout my
body, when it could be denied no further by either of
us, I quickly disengaged and turned my body around. I
pushed my pussy lips into his face.
Jim had no idea how to respond, but he instinctively
began to lap at my tender flesh. His tongue stabbed
forward, rasping over my clitoris. What he lacked in
experience, he made up with enthusiasm. He licked me
from clit to cunt-hole, driving himself up into my body
as our orgasms exploded.
At the same time, I closed my lips around his cock as
he began to ejaculate. His thick hot sperm splattered
into my mouth and I swallowed every drop of it,
swirling my tongue across the head of his cock.
"Mrs. Yates," he whispered. "You have the nicest teeth
I have ever come across!"
END
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