The Tutor's Descent Ch. 03 - Full Prerelease

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It was during the car ride home that Olivia began to truly process what had happened. She was juggling so many troubling thoughts that she didn’t even know where to start. She studied Daniel beside her, who appeared to be none the wiser, driving them through the night with a normal air of casualness. After doing her best to wash all of Matt’s DNA off of her, she’d returned downstairs to find her boyfriend waiting for her in the kitchen. Her pale complexion and disturbed disposition were immediately apparent to him, but easily explained away by the stomach bug she had invented. The fact that she’d lied was tearing her up inside, but it felt like the only reasonable choice in the spur of the moment. She hadn’t had time to think everything through yet. There was too much at stake, and too many factors at play.

“You feeling any better?” Daniel asked her.

“Mhm, better now, thanks,” she replied, resentful that she had to keep up the act.

“I wonder what it was… I think we all ate the same things, right? Hopefully I’m not about to get messed up too…”

“Yeah, I dunno… Everyone’s system works differently…” She wished he would drop the topic, but reminded herself that it was her fault to begin with and she deserved every bit of discomfort.

“So besides the indigestion, did you have a good time?”

“I did,” she answered, forcing herself to perk up a bit. It was true that for the most part, it had been an enjoyable day by the pool. And she was happy that there hadn’t been a dramatic blow up between the two brothers, especially after Daniel’s terrible reaction to some of the things Matt had said about him to her in the recent past. If only she could forget the end of the night, all of those positives wouldn’t be so overshadowed.

“Matt is obviously into you, I hope you know that,” Daniel warned.

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat. The conversation was going in a dangerous direction. “He seems to have a little crush or something. Nothing I can’t handle,” she said nervously.

“He’s basically a damn incel. He’s probably like that around any girl his age. Anyway, I reminded him today that you’re mine, so he’d better remember that. You’d tell me the second he tried something out of line, right?”

The question hung in the air heavily like a cloud of smoke threatening to suffocate her. This was a chance to come clean, but was that the right move? She needed more time to process. Her gut told her to just admit what happened and deal with the consequences, but she was afraid. She had, after all, been the one sneaking around and spying on him first. Even if it was an accident, it did not look good. There was also the fact that instead of calling Daniel immediately, she let his brother grope and violate her while she secretly soaked her bikini with arousal. It was too shameful to admit, and before succumbing to an all-out panic attack, she took the path of least resistance. At least for now. “Yeah, of course.” 

The half second of silence after the untruthful words left her lips was too long, and she steered the conversation. “So your dad seemed really nice. You made it sound like he was gonna be a reclusive weirdo or something.”

“Uh, yeah he was definitely putting on an act. I mean he’s okay, don’t get me wrong, but that wholesome father character isn’t around all the time.” Daniel continued commenting on the nuances of the day’s interactions, Olivia’s ability to focus wavering as she absent-mindedly watched the street lights zoom past them.

The traumatic encounter in Matt’s bedroom kept forcing itself to the forefront of her thoughts. It was almost as if she could still feel his warm, sticky load on her skin; and the way it clung to her, gravity slowly spreading it further down her body like she was a melting candle stick. Her pussy had been aching for attention most of the day, and the slickness returned as she recalled her tutee’s monstrous cock spasming and painting her exposed flesh with layer after layer. Olivia squirmed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of the burning need, but it only made her want more. She thought to ask Daniel to join her for the night so she could get the fucking she so desperately needed, but that would seem uncharacteristic of someone with a recent stomach ache; plus, she felt the need to be alone after everything that had happened.

The car came to a stop in front of her apartment, and Olivia pecked her boyfriend goodbye, thanking him for the fun day and ride home. The minute she was back inside the safety of her private space, she shed off her sundress and began removing her bikini. She’d hurriedly soaked the bottoms with sink water, but they were mostly dry again, and the creamy discoloration had reappeared, evidence of the foreign substance that had soiled the tiny patch of fabric less than an hour prior. The insides were still slimy with her own fluids, however, and she watched a strand of lubricant stretch thin as she pulled them down her legs. The taut skin of her belly was still slightly sticky to the touch, and she reeled at the thought that she probably smelled of Matt’s semen.

Olivia twisted the squeaky knob of her shower, catching a glimpse of her nude body in the mirror while she waited for the water to heat up. So this is what all those guys are dying to get their hands on? It was still difficult for her to judge herself fairly, but she was beginning to see what others saw, her gaze tracing the delicate womanly curves. Objectively she had all the makings of what society would deem an attractive woman, maybe even exceptionally attractive. She thought about how she’d repeatedly caught all three of the Taylor men feasting their eyes on her, and realized that her good looks were beginning to get her into trouble. She gently squeezed her breasts, the same ones that Matt had been obsessively caressing while he jerked off on her. Why did it have to be such a turn on to witness the thrill he had at the opportunity to touch her? Her sex drooled for attention and her hand slid down towards it, passing over the clammy patch of skin that had been marked during the taboo run-in. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Olivia couldn’t hold back any longer. She impulsively shut the valve off and jumped into bed, finally giving her pussy the service it had been waiting for. She rationalized that it would be impossible to enjoy the shower in peace until the nagging hunger was dealt with. Her unclean body writhed on the sheets as she rubbed her clit through several back to back orgasms, unable to think of anything other than how fucking hot it made her to have been defiled by Matt’s big cock. It was undoubtedly an unhealthy reaction to being splattered in her boyfriend’s brother’s ejaculate, but the compulsion to quell the twisted horny feelings it brought on was too strong to resist.

The following day was reserved for catching up on her schoolwork, but Olivia was unable to deny herself frequent “De-stress” breaks throughout the hours of focused effort. As she filled her brain with complex Math and Physics concepts, an itch would grow inside of her until she’d inevitably lose control of her willpower, her fingers tending to her corporal urges as if they had a mind of their own. The reward for giving in was blissful pleasure, but it never lasted long enough. The remorse that followed stung, but the pain was always numbed again as the carnal desire returned with a vengeance.

Each time she caved, she’d promise herself that it was the last time she would succumb to the lust, only to fail an hour or so later. There was something about the recent events with Matt and her newfound curiosity with porn that made masturbating so much more thrilling and enjoyable; a new addiction that kept her coming back for more. She also couldn’t help but seek out videos that were comparable to what he’d done to her, surprised to find that the amount of ejaculate the boy had shot at her seemed to be within the topmost percentile of what was possible. It was all very confusing as she wasn’t physically attracted to him, yet there was something about the increasingly devious nature of their relationship that was getting her juices flowing. The dirty secrets were broiling inside of her, and the only way to manage the scorching heat was to indulge and harness them for sexual gratification, at least for now. The cycle of unbound horniness and trailing shame repeated itself over and over as the insatiable student spent the entirety of the quiet Sunday isolated in her room, too occupied to dwell on the troublesome anticipation of tomorrow.

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With her morning classes out of the way, the looming appointment with her boyfriend’s problematic little sibling could not be ignored any longer, and Olivia was faced to confront it. She considered cancelling the session altogether, but forced herself into her car anyway, knowing she couldn’t hide from the predicament. On the road, the anxious girlfriend tried to calm herself with reassuring words that she hardly believed. “It’s gonna be fine… It was a weird, one time fuck up. We can move on like nothing happened.” What are the odds Matt actually allows everything to go back to normal? Maybe he got it out of his system, and now we can double down on his studies and self-improvement. As she pulled up to the Taylor residence, her mind was swimming with wishful ideas on how they might be able to resume a healthy dynamic and put the indecent encounter far behind them.

After pressing the doorbell and fidgeting nervously on the front step for a while, Mrs. Taylor finally welcomed her in, looking a bit warmer and more relaxed than usual. “Hi, Olivia!” The woman gave her a half-hug and a wide smile.

“Hi, Mrs. Taylor, how are you?” She thought she smelled wine on the business woman’s breath.

“You can call me Kate, dear. I must say, whatever you’re doing with Matt is really making a difference. He was actually out of his room and helping around the house yesterday! Please, keep it up. I think you deserve a raise…” Kate, slurring slightly, flashed her teeth once more before retreating to another room.

Olivia was glad to hear once again that her work was being noticed and appreciated, though the mother’s odd demeanor had left her a little puzzled. She turned her attention to the double doors of the study, which seemed somewhat ominous given the unknown circumstances that were waiting for her on the other side. She nervously let herself into the cozy room and found that her tutee was standing just beyond the doorway, waiting for her with a suggestive grin.

“Hey,” he murmured, approaching her for an embrace.

“Hi Matt, listen…” Still up against the now closed door, she had no room to maneuver, and his arms wrapped around her before she could protest. “I–Hey! I don’t think we should be hugging like this every time,” she verbalized firmly.

“Oh, but I thought that’s what friends do? I’m just excited to see you again.”

“Well, a friendly hug is one thing, but you… And I… This whole thing has gotten super inappropriate…”

“You started it,” he jabbed, loosening the hug but leaving his hands on her hips.

“I did not start… It.” She faltered for a moment, remembering that she was the one who’d been technically caught out of line first, even if it hadn’t been intentional.

“Why were you in my room then?”

“I don’t know! I was just… Wandering! How was I supposed to know you were going to come waltzing in and immediately start… Jerking off?” She uttered the last words under her breath. Olivia was already on the defensive, and the heightened emotions were causing her to speak more brashly than she normally would have.

“How am I supposed to know what you were really up to in my private business!? Were you trying to steal something, or–”

“Oh my God, no! I would never! I was just curious and decided to take a quick look around. That’s it. I swear.”

“Well you got a good look alright,” he said, glancing down between them knowingly.

“I really didn’t mean to invade your privacy. Even though I didn’t mean anything by it, I know it was wrong, and I’m truly sorry.” Olivia delivered the apology with as much authenticity as she could muster, hoping it would connect with him. Surely he was humane enough to understand she was telling the truth and had no ill intentions. She even resisted brushing his hands off of her to be as non-combative as possible.

Matt paused for a moment, seemingly taking her words to heart, and relaxing his shoulders. “I think I can forgive you. You did kinda make it up to me that night…” He grinned, lightly pressing his thumbs into the protruding bones of her hips.

Olivia scoffed, though a single wicked tingle of arousal traveled through her as his lust-glazed dark eyes whisked her back to his bedroom. “About that…” She drew a steady breath. “That was… Crazy… What you did to me–”

“The hottest thing ever.”

“Wrong. It was very wrong,” she corrected him, pushing away the depraved inner thought that partially agreed. “I can accept that it was very messed up circumstances, and we both weren’t thinking clearly. But we have to-” She stopped mid sentence as movement near the bottom of her vision distracted her. Matt was rapidly pitching an enormous tent in his loose gym shorts, as if his cock was reaching out for her. “Seriously!?” She tried to pull away but his grip was unrelenting. Once again the young woman found herself cornered by his big, threatening erection, and it brought about a flurry of mixed emotions.

“Wait! Wait. I can’t help it, but I’m listening! Look… I’m sorry that you think it was wrong, but that was the single greatest night of my life. I can’t stop thinking about it–”

“Matt–”

“I know, sorry. But really. You have no idea how big of a deal that was for me. I’ve felt like a million pounds lighter ever since… I can’t explain it, but… Please. Don’t quit on me. I won’t ever tell a soul what happened, I promise.”

“Ugh…” Olivia sighed. His apparent sincerity allowed her to let her guard down a bit, but she wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“All that aside, you really are helping me a ton. Let’s forget about this for now and do some of my homework, okay?” With that, Matt finally took his hands off of her and turned to his desk, fruitlessly pushing his hardness down only for it to flick right back up to attention. He took a seat and looked at her calmly, waiting for her move.

Olivia felt she was at a crossroads. It was flattering and almost sweet to hear how big of an impact she had on him, but she fully understood that there was almost no chance the inappropriate behavior wouldn’t continue. Despite knowing how unlikely it was that Matt’s sexual advances would suddenly cease to exist, she joined him at the table anyway. She could come up with several legitimate reasons to press onward, such as the immense pay, and the noble opportunity to make a difference, even if it meant getting her hands dirty; so she decided to walk the tight rope a little further. She wouldn’t admit to herself that the risk of falling was exciting.

The pair carried on for over half an hour with little to no interruptions from Matt, who was diligently attending to the task at hand and participating with more enthusiasm than ever before. Olivia’s nerves had calmed almost fully after engaging in the most productive tutoring session they’d had yet. “Very nice! You’ll be able to do Algebra in your sleep at this rate,” she encouraged.

“Can I ask you something?” Matt asked suddenly after completing a particularly lengthy problem with his mentor’s guidance.

Olivia stopped herself from rolling her eyes, anticipating something unseemly coming out of his mouth. “Sure.” She dropped her pencil and looked at him expectantly. 

“Did it seem… Big… to you?”

“Did what seem–Oh. Matt… I don’t wanna talk about that.” She picked up her implement and started scribbling in an attempt to withdraw from the inquiry, as well as hide her reddening face.

“I’m just dying to know. You’re the first girl that’s ever seen it.”

“Let’s get back to–”

“Like, I think it’s a pretty big dick, but I’ve never had in-person acknowledgement–”

“Matt…” She noted his hands slip beneath the table.

“It’s just a simple yes or no, it doesn’t have to–”

“Ugh, please!”

“Just give me an answer!”

“Oh my God, fine. Yes, it’s big. Now can we move on?”

“But is it like good big, or weird big? Or?”

“I dunno! Just... Big. Okay? It depends on the girl I guess.”

“Well did you like how it looked? Just hypothetically speaking.”

Why are we still talking about this? “I’m not answering that.” Olivia could feel herself blushing, embarrassed to be still entertaining his line of questioning as well as harbouring the secret that his huge cock had in fact made its way into her sexual fantasies.

“So you do have an opinion though? I’m just wondering if you think other girls will like it. Just an objective question. It doesn’t have to be weird.” Matt scooted his chair back to reveal his bare rigid cock sticking straight out from above his waistband.

Olivia’s hand shot out to shield her eyes, but she didn’t flee. “Put that away!”

“Why? You’ve seen it before. I’m just asking for your professional opinion as a woman.”

“Well ask someone else!”

“There is no one else! You know that! I can barely get a girl to talk to me. C’mon, please? This could really help my confidence, and I’ve been really good today, haven’t I? Just tell me whether or not I should be worried about what a future girlfriend might think when she sees this.”

Olivia scoffed for what felt like the hundredth time in an hour. His desperate appeal was bordering on pathetic, but he had worn her down, and she eased up on the resistance even though she knew it was a bad idea. Dropping her hand into her lap, she allowed herself to look straight at his giant, veiny manhood. She was shocked, much like the first time, at how out of place it looked on his wiry body, but maintained an unphased expression. With a sigh, she decided to give him her objective truth in the hopes that he would drop the subject. “It’s a very, very big penis. You shouldn’t be worried. Like I said, everyone has their own preferences, but I’m sure there are plenty of girls out there that would love to get their… Hands on it…” She hesitated, pretty sure she’d gone too far with the last phrase.

Matt’s heart was racing, elated that he’d finally chipped away at her barrier enough to get some participation, but he stayed calm. “Thanks. Uh, just hands? Do you think it would like... You know… Fit?”

The tutor felt another faint spark of arousal as she was forced to consider the question. She legitimately had no idea if the thick, rippling appendage would have any chance of penetrating her tight pussy. She had only ever been with one man before after all, and it seemed impossible as she mentally gauged how it felt to insert two of her fingers, which were dwarfed by the monster in front of her. She’d seen enough porn though to know that it was in fact possible, at least for some women. “I dunno… Again, I’m sure some could handle it.”

“Do you think you could?” He asked lecherously, slowly passing his fingers up and down his shaft.

“Matt. I’m not answering that. Seriously, this conversation has gone on long enough.” She turned away from him, but was unable to stop her eyes from flicking over and capturing the scene.

“But I want my reward now…” He muttered with lust, leaning back in his chair and maintaining a relaxed, unthreatening posture.

Olivia could hardly believe how boldly he was behaving. She knew it was time to leave, but her ass remained planted in the seat, her eyes still studying his throbbing dick. “What is wrong with you? Don’t you have any self control?,” she asked, scowling, before looking inwardly. Don’t you!?

“I can’t help it. You don’t know what it’s like.”

“If you’re seriously not going to stop jerking off right now, then I need to leave.” Why haven’t you left already!?

“Wait… Don’t go. It’ll just be a minute, I promise. And I won’t cum on you this time. Just need to get it out of my system…”

Olivia’s mind was a deafening chorus of warning alarms, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to flee. Still scowling, she watched in sickening fascination as he manipulated his thick tool to her image once again. She felt wetness between her legs as the perverted act continued. “You’re disgusting,” she said disapprovingly, crossing her arms.

“You’re so fucking hot…” He muttered, his eyes unabashedly feasting on her, appreciating that her new posture had accentuated her cleavage.

“How are you ever going to get a girlfriend if you can’t stop yourself from being this way?” The debauched part of her brain that was keeping her there told her that her presence wasn’t reprehensible as long as she continued to reprimand him and make her disapproval known.

“I dunno… But for now, I have you…”

“No, you don’t actually…” She glanced towards the closed doors. “Hurry up, before your mom walks in.”

“Show me some more skin,” he said quickly, amazed that the risky endeavor hadn’t scared her off yet. He wanted nothing more than to see her naked again.

“Ugh, just use your imagination if you have to.” What the fuck are you doing, Olivia?

“Mmm… I have been. You in that sexy little bikini… Had me cumming buckets…”

“Is it always that much?” She regretted the question immediately, but it slipped out before she could censor herself.

“When you’re involved, yeah. All it takes is one memory of you to pop up and I just have to get it out of my system.”

“You’re being such a creep…”

“You don’t like my tributes?”

“What? No…”

“Bullshit,” he muttered. Matt knew she wouldn’t still be there if there wasn’t some part of her that was intrigued.

She couldn’t think of anything else to say, trapped somewhere in the moment with the anticipation of the depraved act being discovered. The idea was turning her on: Matt going about his day until he was interrupted by the mere thought of her, becoming uncontrollably hard to the point where he had no choice but to tend his huge cock for relief. She couldn’t help but shift in her seat a little, providing her tingling pussy with momentary stimulation while she watched the engorged cock swell further. A pearly bead of precum grew upon the tip until it was shaken loose by his efforts, adding to the slickness of his shaft as he pumped it in his fist.

“You’re taking too long, just finish already…” Olivia was eager for the risky exhibition to end, but was secretly looking forward to the explosive finale with nefarious curiosity.

“Ngh, yeah… You asking me to cum has been playing on repeat in my mind… You wanna see how much I made for you?”

“Shhh. Just do it.”

“Ohh fuck… I’m getting close. I wanna cum on you again…”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Fine,” he said, not hiding his disappointment. “You want to see it though, right?”

Olivia rolled her eyes at his request. It was so degrading to participate at all, let alone encourage him. The anticipation was killing her though, and she met him half-way, weakly mumbling, “Let’s see that cum. Please finish.”

“Ohhh yeah… This is all… For you… Uh… Uhhh… Ugghhhh…” Matt rose to his feet, aiming his throbbing manhood at an empty space on the tabletop between them, and started shooting long, powerful arcs of creamy fluid across the wood-grained surface. His body shuddered with each spasm, the intense euphoria emanating within him enhanced by his tutor’s captivated gaze, which he was fixated on. He fantasized about her during most of his orgasms lately, but having her there in the flesh was an incomparable experience. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to redirect his spurts, her flawless skin the perfect canvas for his thick spunk. One day I’m gonna plaster that beautiful face of yours…

Olivia stared in awe as he released the contents of his sizable balls right in front of her. She could actually hear the impact as each jet splattered against the material. It was every bit as voluminous and forceful as she remembered. A tribute, she recalled. What a twisted way of describing it. The notion was hot though, and watching the heavy strands of semen that were meant for her violently crash into the table was teasing the wicked desire within her. Her lower half squirmed involuntarily as she drank up the erotic display. There was a passing thought that something was very wrong with her, but she didn’t want to think about it. All she could think about at that moment was racing home to the privacy of her bedroom so she could rub her soaking pussy.

Matt let out a full body shiver as he milked the last drop from his inflated crown, the syrupy drip joining the cloudy puddle of seed. His tutor was still there, silently watching with a dumbfounded look on her angelic face. He considered it nothing short of a miracle that their relationship had progressed to this point. Did she just clench her thighs together? The possibility that she’d become wet and horny from his display was nearly enticing enough for him to start jerking off his big dick for her all over again. He wanted to touch her so badly, but clenched his fists instead, turning towards her slowly. “See what you do to me?”

Olivia was face to face with the slimy tip of his spent cock, the unique blend of fragrances adding another visceral element to the potent experience. The powerful instrument had only softened the slightest bit, and she found herself quickly becoming consumed with the temptation to reach out and touch it. She knew her ability to make good decisions was compromised, but her lust-addled state cared little for caution. She just had to know what it felt like, and her muscles made the move on their own, gingerly taking the thickest part of his shaft between her thumb and index finger. 

Matt stifled a gasp at the unexpected sudden contact, and froze himself in place while he waited for her next move.

It’s so heavy… And warm… She manipulated the soft skin, studying the way it glided along the spongy, rigid structure beneath. She became keenly aware of her pussy generously leaking anticipatory fluid as she marveled at the hyper-masculine organ. It was truly hard to believe it was biologically related to her boyfriend’s, which appeared so ordinary and tame in comparison. Never in her life would she have thought that the mere sight of a penis would be so enticing. She wanted to explore it further, to understand how it worked, but the sense of urgency that she had pushed aside was returning, and a moment of clarity caused her to rip her hand away from him. “I–Gotta go.”

Olivia hastily gathered her things and marched straight out of the house, almost forgetting to grab her payment on the way out. She didn’t know what had come over her, but clearly something was wrong. She desperately needed a release, something to set her mind straight again. I have a boyfriend for that. A hot one too. Before reaching her car, she tapped out the message to him, her fingers sticky from Matt’s juices.

Please come over. I need you to fuck me. Hard.

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Daniel was knocking on the door to her studio apartment within the hour, and Olivia wasted no time pouncing on him. She had already stripped down to her underwear, and locked her lips onto his, thrusting her body against him eagerly.

“Damn, babe. What’d I do to deserve this?” He asked excitedly between kisses as she roughly removed his clothes.

“Do I need an excuse to fuck my boyfriend?” She answered rhetorically as she dropped to her knees, tugging his pants down with her.

Daniel noted the ravenous look in her blue eyes, and the vulgar language she seldom used, but he wasn’t about to complain. His stunning girlfriend was handling his rapidly hardening dick before he knew what hit him. To his further amazement, she was rubbing it on her face and planting her lips along the shaft, teasing him exquisitely. By the time she was slathering him in saliva from base to tip with her tongue, he was rock hard and moaning. “Oh my God, who are you, and what have you done with my girlfriend?”

Olvia smiled seductively at him, pleased to hear he was enjoying the new techniques she had picked up from her recent foray into pornographic videos. “I’m just horny… So horny…” She cooed before allowing his member to pass between her lips and into her warm mouth. With only a handful of experiences sucking his cock, the sensations of his velvety skin gliding along her tongue were still new to her. She found herself enjoying the act more than ever before, her pent up arousal fueling her enthusiasm. Though Daniel’s manhood wasn’t quite the same as the larger variety that had been bombarding her sexual fantasies recently, she was determined to convince herself that it was every bit as capable of satisfying her. That conviction didn’t stop the meddlesome thoughts though, especially when her pupil’s substantially larger package had been up close and personal that very afternoon.

With minimal struggle, Olivia was able to take her boyfriend’s entire cock into her inviting mouth, the tip just barely prodding the back of her throat. She gagged slightly at first, but before long was slurping and sucking heedlessly, having gathered from her “research” that the sloppier she was, the better.

“Oh fuuuck,” Daniel groaned, relaxing into what was shaping up to be the best blowjob of his life. His sexually charged woman removed her bra while bobbing hands free on his erection, a thick strand of spit slowly dripping down until it pooled on her bare chest. Her tongue was swirling around deftly, stimulating the sensitive spots of his ridge to the degree that he was becoming light-headed. After a few minutes of savoring Olivia’s wild sexual state, he watched with glee as she traced one last wet line up his shaft with her flattened tongue before standing and taking his hand.

“I need your cock inside me now,” she purred seductively, leading him to the bed. She lay on her back, legs parted slightly in anticipation, and waited while he stepped out of his pants, pausing to grab a condom from one of the pockets. While he got situated, Olivia’s impatient hand found her panties, which were completely drenched with need, and slid them to the side so she could tease her pink slit. Finally, Daniel climbed on top of her and kissed her again, easing his tongue into her mouth as his hardness prodded her sensitive opening. The couple moaned in unison as he slowly sank into her tight silky depths, bottoming out with very little resistance.

“Hohhh… You’re so wet…” He whispered, feeling his member quickly become fully saturated in her viscous juices.

Olivia thrust her hips up to meet his, determined to feel every single inch of him. “Nnngh. Fuck me babe. Give it to me…” After barely managing her insatiable lust for the past day and half with her fingers, It felt incredible to finally have a hard dick in her again. She craved the allusive, more powerful orgasm that was supposedly possible through penetration.

Daniel took her encouragement to heart, and began bucking into her at a regular pace. “You feel so good,” he grunted, his rhythmic thrusts growing more forceful with each stroke. Olivia’s legs wrapped tightly around his muscular body, her heels digging into the small of his back. Her moans and responses were more expressive than ever before, which delighted him greatly, and fueled his efforts.

For several minutes the couple fucked passionately, growing sticky with sweat and moaning in pleasure as their bodies slapped into one another’s. “Yes! Fuck me deeper! Take me!” Olivia’s wild enthusiasm and pleas for more was music to his ears, but was also threatening to coax an orgasm out of him prematurely. He could already feel it building within him, and did his best to stave it off as long as possible, pausing his movements to gain control again.

“Unngh. Don’t stop. Please!” Olivia pleaded. She needed to finish, and squirmed beneath him impatiently as the approach of her own burgeoning climax was suddenly paused. She wanted to quake violently on a big hard cock like she had seen dozens of times now. The vision of a fat, pulsing piece of meat stretching her insides while she came was dangling in front of her like a carrot on a stick.

Her sexy little begging face and bountiful tits jostling on her exquisite frame as she wriggled on his throbbing cock proved to be too much for the man. “Ohhfff… I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, pulling his covered manhood from her gripping sheath with a loud squelch.

“Cum on me!” She requested, her hand slithering down to her pussy. The build up had been intense, and she wasn’t about to let the impending release get away from her.

Daniel was once again faced with the newly discovered naughtier side of his girl, but was happy to oblige. He swiftly ripped the rubber from his cock with a snap and pumped the spasming organ in her direction as the first wave of pleasure washed over him.

“Yeah–All over me,” Olivia implored him again through short, rapid breaths, her fingers dancing over her swollen clit. As the first strand of semen splattered her tummy, so did her orgasm finally arrive. Her back arched, lifting off of the sheets as the potent surges of ecstasy rocked her body. The sensation of each creamy rope tainting her smooth skin took her back to the fateful Saturday night, and she couldn’t help but imagine Matt’s massive cock spurting his hot, thick batter all over her again, contaminating her precious innocence with his taboo seed. “Ohhh! Ohhhuhuhuhhhh!” She quivered uncontrollably as the vile imagery amplified her blissful peak. Long after Daniel’s release had subsided, she continued to twitch beneath him with each fresh bolt of pleasure, her hand clamped over her mound.

Upon opening her eyes again, she saw that her boyfriend had gathered some tissues and was moving to clean his mess off of her. “Wait… Leave it. For a second…” She wanted to cling to the depraved feeling of being covered a while longer, which had contributed to her potent climax. She gazed down lazily at the creamy puddle on her torso, and traced little shapes through it, spreading the slimy substance across her skin. Her boyfriend’s semen was more transparent somehow, and there was far less of it than the batch she had witnessed his brother produce earlier.

Daniel watched her movements intently as he collapsed beside her. “That was so hot… So, you like being cummed on?”

Olivia looked at him dreamily, enjoying the moment of respite, but fearing in the back of her mind that the sexual satisfaction wouldn’t last. “I guess I do,” she chuckled lightly. She’d just enjoyed the best sex of her life, and with her boyfriend, as was proper. Even though it had fallen a bit short of the climactic outcome she’d pictured, it was a step in the right direction. Yet she knew the dark fantasies that swam around in her head had a lot to do with it, and that scared her. As long as the outlet for those perverted thoughts was more passionate fucking sessions with Daniel, she rationalized, they could remain private for the time being; at least until she had a chance to sort through all of the confusing new feelings.

******

A week full of midterms served as a welcome distraction for Olivia, and she focused on little else but her studies, determined to ace her exams. As one of a small minority of women in her engineering program, the tests were one of the rare opportunities to prove herself beyond a shadow of a doubt. Anytime she spoke up in class, she could feel the leering eyes of her peers on her and had the perception that many of them were promptly judging her based on her appearance. With all of the sexualized thoughts occupying her mind lately, that perception had shifted slightly, and she wondered if any of the men had been secretly fawning over her, silently undressing her within the safety of their minds. The idea was strangely hot, but also distracting, and she tried not to dwell on it.

It was a crisp morning, the first of October, when Olivia set up her vast array of materials in a quiet corner of the university library. She was scheduled to complete the last of her midterms, a particularly daunting test, later that afternoon, and planned to diligently work through the review packet until the very last minute.

“Hey, Olivia, right?” A meek voice drew her attention suddenly, and she looked up from her scattered papers to find a person she vaguely recognized.

“Oh, hi… Um…” She recognized the cute, round face framed with thick framed glasses staring back at her, but couldn’t recall her name.

“Hannah. I think we took a Physics class together last year?”

“That’s right, I remember. How’s it going?” Olivia was embarrassed to have momentarily forgotten her name, but quickly recovered the memories of the quiet girl she had made small talk with on a few occasions.

“I’m alright. Kinda nervous about the midterms I guess. I recognized that ugly fuchsia textbook from across the room. Low-Speed Aerodynamics with Mr. Clarke?”

“Yeah! You’re in that class too?”

“Yup. Wednesdays and Fridays at four.”

“Ah okay, I’m in the other one. It’s pretty brutal, right?”

‘Seriously… Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Not at all! Please,” Olivia motioned for her to sit, pushing her things to one side of the table to make room. Glad to have a partner to endure the struggle with, she tried to be as accommodating as possible. The women tackled the review questions with a unified front, complementing each other’s gaps in knowledge and making progress far more efficiently than would have been possible alone. “You’re really smart! How come I barely see you around?” Olivia asked at one point, feeling a strong sense of camaraderie with her new study buddy.

“Uh, I dunno. It’s a big campus…” 

“That’s true.”

“To be honest, I’m kinda shy and mostly keep to myself. And you’re very pretty. It’s a little intimidating…”

“Oh,” Olivia giggled nervously, caught off guard by the comment. “Well, thank you. I don’t mean to be intimidating though. I’m just a Math and Science geek like the rest of us.”

“You say that, but… I’ve seen that hot sporty guy you’re always with.”

“My boyfriend?”

“I don’t know why I said that… I’m sorry, just jealous I guess,” Hannah muttered regretfully, clamming up.

“It’s okay! Believe me, I get it. Daniel’s pretty much my first boyfriend ever. I still have to pinch myself. High school was… tricky…”

“Amen to that,” Hanna added, looking relieved that she hadn’t offended her.

“I’m glad you joined me today, this stuff makes my brain melt after a while. Us engineering ladies gotta stick together, right?”

Hannah agreed, perking back up, and they continued the review session in good spirits. Olivia was elated to have made a potential new friend. Past acquaintances in her program normally came and went, not extending beyond the mutual class that brought them together, which was usually fine with her since there hadn’t been much of a vibe anyway. Hannah struck her as someone she would like to get to know better though.

After studying through the morning, it came time for Olivia to make her way to the classroom, and she started packing up her things. “I’m about as prepared as I’ll ever be. Thanks again for sticking it out with me!”

“Good luck! You’re gonna kill it.” Hannah replied.

“Thanks, same to you! We should study together more often,” Olivia suggested with a smile, and was met with an enthusiastic nod from her new friend. The women exchanged numbers, and parted ways. Olivia strolled towards the location of her previously dreaded midterm, brimming with positivity at the positive interaction.

After an hour of grueling focus, the exam was complete, and she plopped the sheets onto the professor’s desk with confidence. She checked her silenced phone upon exiting the building, finding she had received two texts at some point. The first was from Hannah, thanking her again for the help and offering her last minute words of encouragement. The second was from an unknown number, and on opening it, Olivia was confronted with an image of a massive hard cock. The monstrosity suddenly filled her screen, and she snapped her phone to her chest, concealing it and glancing around to ensure she was alone. What the fuck… She sneaked another peek, confirming her suspicions. The mystery boner undoubtedly belonged to Matt.

Another message was being typed, and she stopped moving through the empty hallway, placing her back against the barren wall behind her to guarantee privacy.

I accidentally thought about you and this happened.

Olivia let out a nervous sigh as she read the text. How in the hell did he even get my number, she wondered, before remembering that his mom had it and it wouldn’t be at all difficult to obtain. She stared at the veiny manhood for a moment, conflicted about how to handle the situation. Thinking it was best to completely ignore him for now, she switched back to the thread with Hannah, sent her a quick reciprocation of good wishes, and dropped her phone back into her pocket. It vibrated a few more times as she walked back to her apartment, but she forced herself not to check. Great. Now I’m thinking about it again… She had almost made it the whole day without a single thought of her pupil’s forbidden cock.

Back in the solitude of her room, she tossed her meddlesome device onto the bed and heated up some leftover Chinese food for an early dinner. After scarfing down the meal, she felt drained from the long day of mental exertion and decided to take a hot, relaxing shower. When that was done with, she climbed into bed, not bothering to put any clothes on. Daniel was busy with his own school work and lacrosse practice, so she decided to call it a day, and picked up her phone to find some form of entertainment.

Matt’s huge erection greeted her again as she unlocked her screen, and she clenched her teeth, knowing she had to deal with the intrusion at some point. There were a few new messages from him too.

I really need your help with this.

C’mon, you’re gonna leave me hanging?

It really can’t wait till tomorrow.

Olivia’s thumb tapped the glass display idly as she considered her options. A tingle between her legs called out for her attention, her body beginning to respond to the familiar evening routine of browsing big cocks and playing with herself. She couldn’t possibly allow herself to become a willing participant to this perversion though, knowing all too well that Matt could use the texts against her. Part of her wanted to simply delete the messages, but the lustful forces in the dark corners of her mind wanted to see what else he had in store for her, and she began typing a reply.

Wtf. You have the wrong number.

She wasn’t exactly sure what she was hoping for, but at least the generic reply would not incriminate her. It wasn’t long before Matt’s next message appeared.

Oh my bad. I’m still hard af tho.

The text was followed by another image featuring his hard on, just as obscene as the last. He was naked from the waist down, seated, and his cock jutted out from his lap towards the lens, his hefty balls also making an appearance in the background.

Stop sending these disgusting pics you creep!

Olivia’s free hand had already found her sensitive pussy, and a shiver of pleasure ran up her spine as the soft pad of her middle finger gently parted her wet labia.

Have you ever seen a cock this big?

Another picture popped up, this time from a different angle, showcasing the considerable length.

No! And I don’t want to see anymore of it.

Send me something back so I can get rid of it then.

The idea of texting him some explicit image so he could beat off to it was turning her on, but she would never be that reckless. 

Hell no!

Matt was grinning from ear to ear in his bedroom, greatly enjoying the game that was playing out. He knew he was in fact texting his tutor, and he knew she had to be alone and interested to have been this responsive. The veil of anonymity, even it was pretend, was emboldening him, and he intended to take advantage of it.

Fine. Then at least tell me about how you like watching me jerk off to the thought of you.

You don’t even know me, you pervert!

I’m gonna blow a fat fucking load all over this picture of you.

He did go through the trouble of printing out a sexy bikini shot of her, but decided not to share it yet as it would break the delicate illusion they’d built.

That’s fucking gross. Leave me alone.

This is just to hold me over. The next time my balls get drained, you’re gonna do it for me.

That little shit, Olivia thought to herself. He was being so crude and direct with her. She couldn’t believe he’d just suggested that she was going to jerk off his big dick for him like it was a fact, and yet her pussy gushed approvingly. She cursed her stupid animal brain for liking the demeaning things Matt was saying to her, but she kept stroking her clit anyway. At a loss for what to send next, she impulsively taunted him; not wanting to sound complacent, but also hoping he would continue.

You wish.

I’ll show you how to handle it like a good girl. You can work all the hot cum out of me until I tribute all over your big fucking tits.

Olivia moaned lightly as the pleasure built within her, despite how absolutely wrong she knew the interaction to be. She recalled the look of pure fascination and arousal on his face when he had uncovered her chest and toyed with her nipples. Is that what he’d do if he had his way? Shoot a fresh batch of his thick, sticky spunk all over my tits until they were coated and dripping? Fuck, Olivia… What the fuck is wrong with you?

Another image appeared on her screen where Matt was squeezing his now glistening cock, and a milky white substance had collected at the tip. He’d clearly been working towards his release, now waiting for her reaction to his last filthy comment. She was getting close to finishing as well, the fact that they were miles apart allowing her to indulge in the crude exchange. She wanted to see his explosion, her pussy aching for the climax.

In your dreams. You’d probably leak out a couple tiny drops and shrink right back down you nasty boy.

Olivia had no idea where any of her words were coming from, but they just felt right in the moment, at least according to the part of her that was currently saturated with arousal. She didn’t have to wait much longer, as a video message began loading. She watched from Matt’s point of view as he pumped his girthy dick in one hand, standing and turning towards his desk. Her jaw dropped as a sheet of paper came into view, a freshly printed image of her bikini-clad body glistening in the sunlight, very little of her womanly figure left to the imagination. She heard strained grunting, and then witnessed a gooey rope of semen launch out and splatter the picture. Her orgasm arrived with a rush of endorphins, and her body convulsed as she eagerly observed Matt paint her likeness with his shimmering seed until it was unrecognizable. Olivia couldn’t hold back the moans as she rubbed her spasming clit and watched the document become soiled one creamy line of cum at a time. The only thing that could’ve made her climax sweeter was if that heavy load was covering her actual exposed skin instead.

The pleasure-filled girlfriend replayed the salacious video three times before finally settling down. She felt a conflict deep in her gut, a perfect balance of extreme satisfaction and extreme shame. The whole situation just kept worsening, and she felt like a slave to her unchecked libido. She looked at her phone one more time and read the final message before throwing it across the room.

I know you enjoyed that.

******

To be continued…