The Neighborhood Tutor
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sureshot

The Neighborhood Tutor By Sureshot

My name is Mark Edwards and I live in a northern suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. By trade I am a CPA, working now out of my home. I am a widower, having lost my wife to cancer three years ago. We had no children. I am 39 years old, standing 6'3" and weighing 215 pounds. I am also an assistant professor of mathematics and statistics at a local community college.

My four classes that I teach--two for freshmen and two for sophomores--are quite full. I love to teach and I love to practice accounting as well. The subject matter is difficult and I keep it that way. The generation sitting before me cannot even think on their own unless they have a have a calculator with them. So, I teach from the old, time-honored 'process method.' If the kids follow the process, the answer will always be right. If they skip part of the process--it won't. It's that simple.

It was about four weeks into the semester that a small group of students came to me, asking if I would tutor them a bit. Up front I made it clear that they (or really their parents) would pay generously for my time. The college frowned on teachers using school property for anything like what I was being asked to do, so I got the group of six together--four women and two men--and asked if they lived close to my home. Since they were all within a few of miles, and one only a few blocks away, I suggested we meet at my home and I'd help them understand the concepts and the process used in business to practice good accounting. They agreed. I had them each consult their parents so they could be a part of the process as well. No problem here! Two of the mothers asked if they could audit the remedial sessions, to which I quickly agreed. How better to get parents and their kids involved in the education process than by letting parents be a part of the class?

The first session, on a Tuesday evening, went far better than I expected. After it was over one mother and her daughter, the Anderson's, stayed behind to ask if I could teach them both privately. The catch was that it would be one-on-one! I was a bit uncomfortable about it until mother said it was her idea. Her daughter Cindy had been uprooted often since they were a military family. Different teaching methodology in each school she had attended had brought a huge amount of confusion, so, this way, I could help her learn the proper way. Of course, Malia, Cindy's mother, thought it would help her as well. She was wanting to go back to work and thought that an accountant would be an attractive find for most any business.

The very next day Cindy was waiting for me in her car. She bounded out of her car and, almost like a love-smitten teenager, came over to he and gave me a hug. I gave her a one-arm hug in return. We went inside to begin. Cindy had a perfume on that caught every olfactory cell of my nostrils! It was almost a bit overwhelming. We sat side by side and once, when our legs bumped each other, sparks flew!! The warmth of her thigh against my bare leg was nearly more than I could handle. I did my best to keep us on the lesson and did my best to finish in a reasonable amount of time. I dare not try to stand up because I had an erection par excellence! I think Cindy sensed it. She then moved even closer to me. Much more and she'd be in my lap!! I was trapped. Her long blond hair smelled like a new morning. Coupled with that her short dress and intoxicating perfume, she had me hooked.

"Why are you so nervous, Mr. Edwards?" Cindy asked. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"I guess being so close to such a beautiful young woman who smells and looks as good as you do had my mind drifting off a bit," I said, lying through my teeth. "I don't know if this is such a good idea being here without your mother."

"But you make the material so understandable, Mr. Edwards," she said. "I am learning so much already. Mom can learn on her own with you."

"But, Cindy, it has only been one lesson," I said in return. "OK, I'll be quite honest with you. You are a beautiful young woman. Your presence has me questioning whether or not I can be professional here or not. I so want to help out, but I am afraid things might get out of hand between us. Our reputations depend on it. Besides, I would never want to do anything to hurt you in any way!"

"Well, I am not afraid to be with you!" Cindy said forthrightly. "I want to learn my lessons and maybe even some life lessons as well. Since you are older and have the life experience, maybe you could teach me some of them too!."

"What do you mean by life lessons?" I asked.

"I am almost twenty years old, Mr. Edwards. Many of my friends have already had lessons about life, about relationships, ok, about sex," she said bluntly. "And I don't want to be left on the sidelines! I am not a worldly young lady. I need some help in this area too. Does that help you define 'life lessons'?

"I don't know what to say, Cindy" I said with trepidation. "Having a beautiful woman next to me isn't something that has happened for over three years since my wife died. I don't know what you expect of me."

Cindy put down her book, took off her reading glasses, reached out her hand and drew my head close to her, and kissed me. It was just a short peck, innocent enough, but it had 'Trouble' written all over it. I wasn't worried about her age since she was nearly twenty. But was I ready to get involved more than just classroom work? I continued to let Cindy make the moves. I realize that living in a military home meant she was certainly raised in a 'right and wrong' home. My mind was racing, developing all kinds of scenarios that would probably never happen at all. Then reality hit me once again. Cindy kissed me again. This time it was serious!

"Hmmm, that is so nice!" she said. "You seem so tense Mr. Edwards. You can relax around me, you know. It's OK with me. Besides, tension isn't good for you. It shortens your life!"

"I don't want to seem like a prude, Cindy, but I'd like to know where this is all going so I can know the way ahead of time," I said.

"OK, Mr. Edwards," Cindy began, "Here's what I envision. I want to be a CPA. I need to strengthen my general math skills, accounting principles and systems that are actually used in today's businesses. I also want to learn to become a whole woman. I am a bit sexually naive. Well, more than a bit, I guess. I am a virgin in most everything that pertains to sex. I thought that I could get my deficiencies for school and life taken care of here with you. There will be no strings attached, Mr. Edwards, none whatsoever. I want to learn about my sexuality and to be able to use it to my advantage in the business world. Can I make it any more plain than that?"

"No, I guess not," I said.

"Good," Cindy said bluntly. "I have had my first remedial accounting lesson. Now I think it is time for my first life lesson! You are working with a blank slate, Mr. Edwards. I know that sounds very strange in this day and age, but I am a true beginner. Now, where do we start?"

I stood up, took her by the hand, and we made our way to my bedroom. We stood at the foot of my bed and I wrapped Cindy in my arms as I kissed her lips, neck, ear lobes, and shoulder. She had very sensitive ear lobes. I moved my hands to her ass and gently kneaded her cheeks, which got a moan out of her.

"Have you ever seen a man's body before?" I asked.

"Only in pictures," came her reply.

"Well, we are going to undress one another and your first life lesson will be to explore my body," I said. "I will give you instructions on where the sensitive parts of a man are. OK"

"You're the teacher," she said with a smile.

I removed her shoes, I then unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. More kisses and a few hand explorations later, I removed her bra. Cindy wasn't overly large in the breast department, but had a good handful. She had large, very erect nipples that accentuated her curves. I rubbed them and bent down to kiss and nibble at them. They must have been very sensitive as she jerked when my tongue ran over them. Next I went to the floor and removed her panties. Cindy had a very neatly trimmed pubic region. Her blond pubic hair was shaped like a wide landing strip. I couldn't help but rub her clit with my finger, finding her slit wet!!

Next it was her turn as I stood and told her how to proceed. She was on her knees as she brought my nearly-erect cock into view. When it did she gasped loudly. "Magnificent!" was all she said. I pulled Cindy to her feet and we got on the bed with me on my back and my cock pointing skyward. Since Cindy had never seen a cock up close, I suggested she look at it from all angles, touch it at her leisure, and grasp it and my balls, too. I told her that if she had any questions, I would answer them as best I could. Her gaze never left my cock.

"Can I put it in my mouth, Mr. Edwards?" she quizzed.

"Not yet, my dear," I said. "First things first. Since you have never seen a man cum or made a man cum, you are going to do this first. We'll explore other life lessons at a later time."

"Whatever you say!" she replied.

"First I want you to give me a hand job," I said. "You will take some oil and rub it over my cock and move your hand up and down my shaft. This will act just like your pussy will in time. You will bring me to an orgasm where I will shoot out a load of cum. You will want to learn to make this last as long as possible to extend my pleasure, or agony, as long as possible. Cum is a bit salty and I want you to taste it because later on your will make me cum using only your mouth and I will shoot my load into your mouth."

"I can hardly wait!" she said excitedly.

"OK, now, take the oil and go to work!" I said.

She dribbled some oil over the tip of my cock, letting it slide down the entirety of the shaft. She grasped my cock and began a slow piston motion up and down, which felt terrific. I moaned to let her know how well she was doing. She stroked my cock for quite a long time, going slow, then speeding up, and then stopping all together! Guess she took to heart what I said about leaving me in agony.

I resisted touching her which was quite a difficult thing to do. Cindy never took her eyes off my cock! She was doing such a good job that I told her I was about to reward her efforts with a load, which I wanted her to watch as it spurted from my cock. I arched my hips as my orgasm hit me. Long ropes of hot cum shot out of my cock like a loaded canon! An "Oh, my gosh!" was the only sound that came from Cindy. She slowed her jacking hand as the last drops of cum left my body. She dipped her finger in my cum and put it in her mouth.

"Not all that bad, Mr. Edwards!" she said with a smile. "Not bad at all.!" She then proceeded to lick the cum from my belly and chest. I was convinced that Cindy was going to be a good student in more ways than one!!!

"Now, remember Cindy," I said bluntly, "there will be NO life lessons until your accounting lesson is finished and well done!" She frowned a bit.

*******

The next morning I had a class to teach at 8am. As the 9am hour approached my text message alert buzzed. After the class ended I looked at it and it was from Malia Anderson, Cindy's mother. She was asking for a remedial lesson for herself. I had some work to do for a few clients, but that wouldn't take long, so, I replied to come on over and I'd be there by 9:30am. She texted back that she was already at my home, waiting on the front porch! I guess she was anxious to learn!

When I arrived, Malia greeted me with a handshake and a peck on the cheek. I unlocked the door and we went inside to my kitchen table, which gave us ample room to spread out our books, laptop, etc. Malia was quite different from her daughter. She was about 5'3" and 125 lbs. She had drop dead gorgeous legs that were well tanned and a nice—very nice butt! She wore a lavender sleeveless dress and a perfume that was very pleasant to the nose. We sat close, just like Cindy and I did. It was inevitable that our legs would at some point touch one another.

Malia was a quick learner. She took hold of the principles of accounting quickly. She was quite proud of herself. I could tell that she had the possibility to do well in the accounting field once she was able to get some experience working.

We'd worked about 90 minutes when the lesson I'd planned for the day was over. I complimented her on her preparedness, something the younger kids, including her own daughter, needed to grab hold of for themselves and implement. We got up and I made a glass of tea for us both. We made small talk, mostly about her home situation, which wasn't good. Her hubby left with his younger secretary and left her a bit desperate for money and comfort. She let it be known that she hadn't been intimate for nearly five months. I knew that I could remedy that right now, so I put my arm around her and hugged her closely with one arm. She set down her empty glass and moved in and lay her head against my chest and began rubbing my chest.

"It feels so good to be near a man," Malia said, "It's been such a long time!"

I responded by running my right hand through her hair and stroking her face, ears, shoulders, and back. When I did that she let out a very audible moan and a "Yes!" as though I hit an erogenous spot! I gently pulled her head back and bent down and kissed her square on the lips. She responded so furiously that I thought at one point, she'd suck my lips right from my face!

Malia took the liberty to move her hand south to my crotch and rubbed my growing cock through my shorts. She deftly unzipped my shorts and reached in for a handful, which is exactly what she got! She freed my cock from its confines and a "Wow!" escaped from her lips. She stroked it until it was quite rigid.

"Why don't we go to my bedroom?" I quizzed, "we can be far more comfortable there!"

"Sounds like a plan to me!" She smiled

We walked the few feet into my bedroom and stood at the foot of my bed and kissed which we undressed one another slowly. I knew she was in a hurry, but I slowed her down so she could enjoy every moment. Her breasts were about a good "C" cup with huge areoles and protruding nipples—every man's dream! I gently pinched them between my thumb and finger. "Harder" was all she said. I knew what to do.

He had hold of my cock and was rubbing it between her legs. I sensed it was time to put it where it would do both of us a lot of good, so I lay her down on my bed and her legs immediately went wide open, exposing a well-trimmed landing strip. I HAD to have a lick or two before I got inside of her. "Later" was all she said when I did, so I aimed at her pussy and drove it into her all the way my 6 ½ inches could go. She let out an ‘umph' and smiled!

"You know what to do!" she said, "so do it hard and fast!"

"Yes my dear!" I replied. So, I simply let my animal passions get the better of me and I started driving my cock in and out of her relentlessly! I guess that was what Malia wanted and needed because she raised her hips to every thrust. It was quite a pleasurable experience.

We'd been at it for nearly twenty minutes and had built up a sweat that rivaled any athlete. Our bodied were slipping and sliding and it was quite a challenge to stay coupled, but we managed. One look into her eyes told me she was ready to explode any second. I stepped up my pace and Malia let out a yelp, grabbed my ass cheeks, and drove her hips up to meet mine in a mutual orgasm that was a 12 on a 10 scale! I emptied myself inside of her and she held on for dear life. It was many minutes before we both relaxed enough to open our eyes and kiss one another.

"THAT was amazing!" Malia said loudly. "I've never been fucked that wildly. I could get used to this!"

"It was one of the most pleasurable sex episodes I've ever had as well," I responded.

"My daughter certainly has something to look forward to," she said bluntly, "So I hope you treat her to this kind of pleasure."

I didn't know what to say. So I said, "We're taking it slowly and starting at the very beginning. She gave her first hand job yesterday. We'll progress to a blow job and finally intercourse. She wants me to teach her "Life Lessons" as well as remedial accounting. I told her that unless her remedial lessons were exemplary, there would be no ‘life lessons.'"

"Good!" was all she said. I became soft and slipped out of her and we lay there—absorbing the moment! We got up, showered together, and Maila was on her way homeward and I was left with a smile on my face as I delved into some client work.

*******

After I'd finished my client work I sat back and silently mapped out a plan for Cindy's future ‘life lessons.' Then I remembered that I had a class to teach at 7:30 am the next morning and I hadn't begun to prepare. So, I dragged out my lesson planner and checked to see what I was going to do for the class. I prepared an outline, a quiz, and some handouts for the students. My mind tried to get me to wander back to Cindy's ‘life lessons' but I stuck to it, and in about two hours, finished my lesson for the next morning.

When I arrived outside of the classroom building I saw a familiar face. It was Miranda Davis and her daughter Monica.

"What are you doing here?" I said to Miranda.

"Well, Mark, I'm now enrolled in your class and so is Monica," she responded. "After Ray's death I inherited Davis and Crum, LLC. Ray was the accountant and I was a nurse. We cannot live on a nurse's salary in today's world, so I plan to get certified as a CPA and take over the firm myself. Monica says she wants to join me at some point in the future in our venture. She's twenty years old and has plans all laid out to accomplish her goals. She also wants to be a CPA and has to begin somewhere. When we saw that you are also teaching as well as practicing, we knew it would be a good beginning!"

Ray Davis and I were classmates and friends for many years. I'd known the Davis' socially for all those years as well. Ray was a fine guy who got multiple myeloma and died a painful death earlier this year. Ray was a top flight accountant and a good friend.

"Wow, I am just blown away," I said. "You've missed a couple of weeks, so we will have to catch up at my place or yours. I won't cut you any slack just because I know you. Maybe I might be a bit tougher than usual because I want you to succeed and carry on with my friend's company. Well, we cannot talk all day, class is beginning in a couple of minutes, so let's go!"

I introduced both Miranda and Monica to the class. Then we got down to business. The class whizzed by so quickly that the class bell caught me off guard. Cindy Anderson came up after class and wanted another session. I told her I had to help the Davis' catch up with the classes they missed, so I would get back to her ASAP. She hung her lip and pouted a bit, but what could she do? I was the teacher! After Cindy left Miranda came up to my desk and had that "deer in the headlights" look on her face.

"What have I gotten myself into?" she said. "Do you think I can do this all, Mark? There is so much to grasp and I'm not as young as I once was, you know!"

"I will help you catch up and put everything together so it makes sense, OK?" I quizzed.

"I'm putty in your hands, Mark," she said. "Mold me so I can carry on Ray's work! Can we start today when Monica gets home from school?"

"Of course," I said confidently. "Do you want me to come to your home or do you want to come to mine?"

"Why don't you come over to ours," she said. "Is there anything you need me to prepare?"

"I just need an empty white wall to project my notes, etc," I said.

"No problem," She said. "Monica gets home about 2:30. Come over any time after that."

"Will do!" I replied. I went on to my next class. After I taught it I went home to do some client work and to ready myself for some remedial work for the Davis'. After a shower I loaded my car and made the short fifteen minute trip to Bridge Mill, a huge Canton subdivision, where the Davis' lived. I found the home located on a quiet cul de sac. As I knocked on the door I was greeted by two stunningly attractive females dressed in short cut-offs and very thin T-shirts. Nothing was left to the imagination! Nipples were aimed at me from sculpted mounds of flesh. Long legs reached to heaven and it was doubtful they wore panties. How in the hello am I going to concentrate on teaching a lesson today??

I entered into the foyer when two pairs of arms hugged me gently and welcomed me to, as they said together, "the first of many catching up sessions!" I followed the women into a hallway and down the stairs and into the basement, where there was a wet bar. They sat at the bar and I went behind the bar to set up my laptop, projector, and class notes. We began with my intro to Accounting and then on into Lesson 1. They both were attentive and asked pertinent questions. They were both avid note takers. It was apparent from the start that they were on a mission.

After an hour we took a break, got something to drink, made a bathroom stop, and then back to the work at hand. Jutting breasts lured my attention momentarily a couple of times. My concentration was being challenged every moment I looked at them. Somehow they knew! I could see it in their eyes.

Another 90 minutes passed when I called a halt. The mind can only absorb so much at any one time. After a few clarifying answers to some questions Miranda asked if I had any plans for the rest of the afternoon. (It was already 4pm)

"I guess I don't," I replied.

"Well, then," Miranda said, "Why don't we all go swimming. It's a great day for it!" "I don't have a suit," I said sheepishly.

"Don't worry, silly, we have an 8 foot wooden fence, and besides, none of our neighbors are here right now. The Abbott's are in Europe and the Malinski's left on vacation for a month yesterday," she said. "So, let's go out on the lanai and get out of these clothes and get wet!"

Oh, what the hell, I thought to myself. Me and two women naked! Could it get any better? So, we stepped out into the lanai and began undressing. Monica was first and she was a heart-stopper!

"Would you like some help?" she asked with a little wrinkled nose

I answered by dropping my boxers! Monica let out an audible gasp. Now I am just a normal guy in the cock department. Miranda smiled and she grabbed three towels. We headed for the pool where I dived in the deep end and swam under water till I got to the shallows and stood up. My cock was right at the water level. I watched both of these beauties walk around to the steps, grab the hand rail, and ease into the water. Miranda's breasts were large, probably a DD cup on a 5'4" frame, while Monica was a full B or a small C cup on a 5'8" frame. Both of them got wet and for a few minutes made small talk.

At the same time they both stood and walked over to me. Miranda put her arm around my waist while Monica rubbed my abbs and soon descended towards my cock and took firm hold of it. Miranda pulled my face towards hers and we kissed. I pulled her head towards me as Monica began slowly stroking my cock. I kneaded Miranda's breasts when she, too, grabbed my cock and strokes it.

"Mmmm, I think it's time to go inside and make full use of this!" She said as she squeezed my cock. "What do you think Monica?"

"I agree, mom," she said, "but can I be first?"

"I guess that's OK with me. What about you, Mark? Can Monica be first to experience your cock?" Miranda asked.

"Fine with me!" I replied/

So we dried off and made our way back into the lanai where Monica stopped and wrapped me up in a hug to end all hugs. I bent down a bit and we kissed, complete with plenty of tongue!

"Right here, Mark," she said, "I want to be fucked right here on this table!"

It was a very sturdy wooden table, so we grabbed a seat cushion from a lounge chair and Monica hopped up on the table and lay down on the cushion. I stood there and had both of her breasts in my hands and I was rubbing them and gently pinching her nipples. She had a very neatly trimmed pubic region and I couldn't resist going down on her for a while. When my tongue hit pay dirt she jumped and began shaking.

"This is my first time a man has ever done that to me!" she said. "I hope it's not the last either!"

"It won't be!" I replied. I then continued my quest. After I'd gotten her really wet I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, getting it wet. Suddenly Miranda appeared with a bottle of liquid KY and placed a few drops on my cock and rubbed it in. She smiled at me and whispered, "Just for good measure!"

With my cock at her opening, I made the plunge and went deep inside Monica. A loud "OH WOW!" came from her and she looked up and me and smiled. She had a look of gratitude on her face. Over the next several minutes I did my best to ensure she got a good first experience. Miranda was next to me and rubbed my abbs and ass cheeks. She went so far as to push my hips towards her daughter! She pinched my nipples and even sucked on them. After nearly twenty minutes Monica got a glaze that came over her eyes and she stiffened. Her mom and I knew her orgasm was about to hit.

"Fuck her hard, Mark!" Miranda said, "Fuck her hard!"

I quit being nice and pounded her pussy mercilessly. Monica's first full orgasm and mine hit at the same time! She rubbed her nipples and ran her fingers alongside of my cock, basking in the afterglow of a most powerful and, I must say, quite memorable orgasm. I stayed inside of her as long as I stayed hard. When I slid out of her, Miranda was there with a warm cloth to clean me up.

"Let's go to my bedroom, Mark!" she ordered. "Monica will be OK. When she regains her senses she can join us there!" So we proceed to walk upstairs to the master bedroom, which was complete with a king-sized bed.

We hopped on and soon were kissing and fondling like there would be no tomorrow. I was amazed that in a mere ten minutes, she had my cock back at full staff, begging for more!

"Mark, it's been nearly two years since a man was inside of me," she offered. "Ray was so sick that sex was the very last thing on our minds. But I love sex and I love a hard cock. I love to suck it, jack it, and take it in my pussy or my ass. I just thought I'd give you fair warning. And I have stamina, too! (she said this with a huge smile!) Now I want to go at my own pace, OK?"

"We'll go any way you want!" I said.

"When I ask you to do something to me will you do it?" she asked-almost in desperation.

"Of course, my dear," I said. "of course!"

"All I want right now is that cock buried deep inside of me," she said. So she grabbed my cock, straddled my legs, and impaled herself on my rigid member. She felt so entirely different than her daughter. Miranda was in control and she relished in it. I obeyed her every command: from sucking her nipples to fingering her asshole and everything in between. She was totally lost in pleasure, something she hadn't experienced in quite some time.

I suddenly realized that Monica had come up to my side and began rubbing my nipples and gently sucked them, swirling her soft, wet tongue all around them. She rubbed my legs, making certain she didn't touch her mother. She moved down a bit and rubbed my balls and that spot between my balls and ass. I didn't realize she'd donned a rubber glove and doused it with KY either. Suddenly Monica inserted her finger up my ass and massages my prostate. Damn it felt good. I thought it would speed up my cumming, but had quite the opposite effect! It seemed my cock got harder, if that were possible. After a bit of rubbing, Monica used her finger and went in and out, just like a cock would. She massaged my balls also. Miranda was getting near a giant explosion and Monica was preparing me to join her. It was an expert tag-team effort to be sure!!

Miranda grabbed my chest and dug her nails in and rode my cock hard—getting quite vocal as she drew near. Monica intensified her efforts and suddenly, without warning, we both gave in to a giant explosion of lust. I came hard—more than I'd ever done. My balls were being gently massaged and my cock rode expertly hard! Miranda stayed upright till all the ripples of orgasm were gone. She opened her eyes and regained her senses, looked around and saw Monica still holding my balls. She smiled a bit, lay down on my chest, and quickly fell asleep. Monica came up next to me and lay down and we joined Miranda in sleep.

About two hours later we awoke, took a shower where we fondled each other. I got a super hard-on and the ladies tried to decide how to relieve it. Monica got a towel, folded it, dropped it on the shower floor, and proceeded to give head while mom and I kissed and rubbed each other's body. She was quite a novice, but soon mom gave her pointers, which she put into practice, giving me a wonderful time. She had me on the brink more than once till she allowed me to cum. She put her mouth around my cock and swallowed every drop.

"Mmmm, that was great and tasted good, Mark!" Monica said, "I'd like to do that again some time!"

"That won't be a problem, Monica," I replied, "that WON'T BE a problem!"

We dressed and I suggested we go somewhere to have supper as it was getting later. We went to Hooters for some wings and fries. Miranda looked at me during the meal in a way that spoke a silent ‘thanks.' I smiled and told them both they had much work to do to catch up in the class. They promised they would. After all, they had a good reason—the business demanded it.

*****

The next day I had a sophomore class in Advanced Accounting to teach at 9am. Cindy was in that class. She approached me before it started and quietly asked for more tutoring. She certainly had the aptitude to be an account if she applied herself. I think she just wanted sex right now.

"Can I get a review of classwork before the test, Mr. Edwards?" she said softly.

"I guess we can, Cindy," I said. "When do you want to stop by the house?"

"Well, I'd rather you come to my home if you can because I don't have a car at the moment and Rickey Stevens can give me a lift home before he goes to work," she said.

"Well, do you have a white wall so I can project the lessons?" I asked.

"Sure do," she responded.

"Then how about 1pm today?" I quizzed.

"That would be fine," Cindy said. "I'll have everything ready!"

The class was uneventful. Getting into actual practice was making more than a few a bit scared. I told them to trust what they'd learned, relax, and just follow the principles and process they'd been taught. I reminded them what would happen if they cut corners. I did that regularly, bringing actual court cases up where an account didn't follow procedures and ended up in jail or in very hot water—including losing their license to practice! I think it got into their heads!

I went home after class and worked on one client's portfolio for a while. As the time neared to go to see Cindy, I began planning the remedial lesson. I grabbed my laptop, digital projector, and my three-ring notebook and headed out the door. I got there a couple of minutes after 1 and found Cindy a bit annoyed. I made no response, but proceeded to set things up quickly to begin.

True to form, she was totally prepared for her lesson—books and class notes ready and a question sheet she'd developed. She was a real trooper this day. We worked for two hours—intensely. Her confidence with the materials grew over our time. I complimented her on her abilities to begin grasping the process. Sitting next to each other, she hugged me and I kissed her on the top of her head.

"Do I get a reward for my class work?" Cindy said boldly. "You promised me another life lesson, remember?"

"I do remember," I said. "Will we be alone here this afternoon? I want to be certain of our privacy."

"No one will be here until 7 or 8pm," she said. "Mom has a lot of work to do preparing for a board meeting and my sister is working till closing."

"Well, then let's go to your bedroom for our lesson!" I said.

We got into the room, closed the door, and I took this little vixen into my arms and we kissed passionately. As we did I began helping her out of her clothing till she was standing before me nude.

"Your turn," I said confidently.

She wasn't as clumsy taking my clothes off. When she removed my boxers my cock sprang out to ¾ staff. Instinctively, Cindy grabbed it and began lightly stroking it.

"Today you get to suck my cock till I cum," I said. "And you will swallow every drop. If you do this you will get a reward!"

"What reward?" she asked.

"Just don't lose a drop and you will see!" I said.

I took a pillow from her bed, dropped it at me feet, and she knelt on it, ready to begin oral. I gave her instructions as how do begin, what to do as things progressed. and how to bring me to a conclusion. Since she was a quick learner, so I wasn't worried. I knew I'd get a good blow job one way or the other.

She must have watched some porn movies because she had a plan and executed it to a "T." Cindy used her tongue in expert fashion, also her wet mouth and throat, which she had to have practiced on a dildo. Never once did she use her hands—even later when I came. I was impressed at her love of what she was doing. She really got into her work. When she finally brought me to the brink I told her I was going to cum. She took my cock deeper into her mouth and as she did, I erupted a torrent of hot cum. This little girl didn't waste a drop! So, she'd get her surprise later!

"I enjoyed that!" Cindy said, "Lots! And I love the taste, too. Some girls say they hate it but not me! So what is my surprise?"

"You will see in a while," I said, "so lay down here and let me explore your beautiful body!"

She smiled and lay down. I began kissing her next, ear lobes, lips, eyelids, cheeks, and worked my way down to her B-cup breasts, which I squeezed and sucked into my mouth. Cindy began to squirm a bit. My hand went further south to her slit as I kissed her breasts. I found her extremely wet and slipped a finger into her pussy and she nearly jumped off the bed. Her breathing came rapidly now and she tried to hump my finger.

"Slow down, my dear!" I ordered. "Slow down!"

I rubbed her belly and legs, taking attention away from the erotic regions. By now my cock had come back to life and I was going to have this woman one way or another.

"Are you ready for your surprise?" I asked.

"I sure am," she replied. "But what is it?"

I took her hand and put it on my hard cock. "This is your surprise," I said. A huge smile came over her and she spread her legs. I climbed on top and told her to guide my cock into her body this time. She did and I pushed it all the way inside of her. A wave shocked her and she shuddered. I paused to let it subside. Then I resumed thrusting. Our lips were glued together—our tongues dueled—our bodied were in a wonderful rhythm—and Cindy was no longer a virgin—something she'd wanted from the beginning!

We were locked together for quite a while, considering this was her first time. Then, out of nowhere, Cindy stiffened, squeezed her legs together, nearly breaking off my cock, and came violently! I was right behind her by a few strokes. We were a sweaty mess by now and we didn't care. I found that I didn't soften one bit, so I went at it again for a second time. I couldn't believe it!

"Hard and fast this time, Mr. Edwards, PLEASE!" she ordered.

So, I abandoned everything and just rammed her hard and fast, drawing even more sweat from our bodies. This didn't take long. About five minutes in we both exploded together in s mutual orgasm that brought out more kissing!

"I can't believe my surprise," Cindy said, "getting sex twice in one hour!"

"I'm the one surprised, my dear," I said. "Remember, I am near 40 and shouldn't be able to do this like someone your age. You have the ability to bring out the best in me!"

After this we went to the bathroom, showered together where Cindy gave me yet another erection which she satisfied with a very soapy hand. When I came I shot a stream across the shower, amazing even me! Enough life lessons for one day! I went home to prepare the test for my sophomore class for the next day.

The next day I had both freshmen and sophomore classes to teach. Sophomores were the 8am test I prepared. I distributed the test and went to the hallway to wait for them to finish. I saw Miranda there, her head in the books as she prepared for her class, which was at 9am.

"Anything I can help you with?" I said.

"Oh, hi there Mr. Edwards," she said. (she told me that in public it was all professional)

"Hi there yourself, Miranda," I replied. "How are your studies going?"

"Well, I think I've made up all the ground needed to be current with the class. Monica isn't far behind. Do you think you could check my work and see?" She asked.

"I don't see that as a problem," I said. "Why don't you see me after class and we'll set something up."

"OK, I will, "she said.

One thing I am blessed with is the ability to take difficult material and make it understandable to most anyone. It is crucial for the accounting profession. These freshmen needed to get real world experience and terminology, to be sure. But they also needed an explanation they all could understand. Maybe that was why my classes were always full. I'd like to think that.

After class Miranda came up to the podium with her calendar already opened. I told her I wanted her to be present, just the two of us, while I graded her work, so, in the event of any questions I had, she could give immediate response and reasoning. We decided that 2pm at my home would be best. I gave her my address and went home to do some client work, which is what I was doing when Miranda arrived.

She wore a sleeveless pale yellow dress, quite short, in fact, which accentuated her well-tanned legs—a tribute to her pool area of her home. She had her laptop and a bag quite full of papers she'd completed to catch up. After I cleared some client work, I turned my attention to Miranda. After what we'd already been through, It was more-than0-diffucult to keep my attention on the task at hand. But, the teacher in me compartmentalized all of that and we turned to the work, which h was quite thoroughly done. She really didn't miss much at all. What she did miss she caught before I'd really said anything, which told me that she was dedicated to her goal of replacing her late husband in the firm. After honing in on a few crucial points, I said she was up to date! She was so happy that she hugged me and held on a moment. I wasn't about to let go either!!

"Oh, Mark, I never in a million years thought I was capable of this!" she said.

"Miranda, you are a nurse. Your skill training follows the same pattern as that in the accounting field—it is process oriented, "I said. "One you get the process right, most everything will fall into place. Plus having current charts for IRS deductions, etc. is also very helpful."

"I have an additional favor to ask," she said.

"Ask away," I said, "all I can say is "No!"

"Our office girls have run into a problem. They do the accounting but are not CPA's. Could you review their work from time to time and be there to answer any questions they might have? I will pay you your going rate," she said.

"Of course I will," I said. "My guess is that you brought some work with you, right?"

Miranda handed me a folder full of one of Davis and Crum's longstanding clients. It was crucial to right the ship, as it were. This client could make or break Miranda's dreams. The office help had 9 questions for me and supporting documentation, but couldn't make sense of it all. I said that I would as a favor to my friend Ray and to your dream of carrying on. I took the file and laid it on my desk. Then I walked over to Miranda and boldly helped her to her feet, wrapped my arms around her, and planted a very wet kiss on her lips.

"What do you have in mind there, professor?" she asked with a smirk on her face.

My answer was to unzip her dress and pull it over her head, exposing her naked breasts and her thong. I suckled her breasts and ran my hand down the front of her thong, feeling a wet pussy. Miranda helped herself to a handful of my cock as e continued to kiss.

I walked her to my bed and took off my clothes and helped her out of her thong. She sat up and took my cock into her mouth and licked and sucked a bit.

"Let's put this where it will do both of us some good," I said. She smiled, lay down on the bed, and readied herself for me.

I slid into her with ease and, for the first time in a long time, simply made slow and passionate love to a women who responded in like manner. Sex was great and our orgasm mutually satisfying. Afterward, we lay in each other's arms and looked into one another's eyes. Suddenly I realized that an unspoken bond now existed between us. My head swirled with questions and all sorts of scenarios. We kissed, showered, and Miranda was on her way home. What was happening to me? I didn't have any answers.

The next day Malia came to the podium after class with some questions and wanted to get together so I could explain them without all the distractions of the school. I didn't have a huge amount of time this day, but offered to come over after dinner to explain. She said she'd cook supper and we could talk over dinner if I wanted. That sounded good so I accepted. I'd show up at 5:30pm and I said I'd bring the wine. She smiled. The rest of my day was spent with clients at their offices. When I got home I looked at Miranda's folder and saw several mistakes her office help had made. I wrote the needed corrections and laid it aside so I could shower and get over to the Anderson home.

When I arrived, right at 5:30, I was greeted by a woman dressed in a semi-formal dress, black, semi-sheer, complete with thigh highs and heels. It was obvious she was braless and my cock nearly popped out of my slacks!!

"Welcome!" she said in a raspy voice. "How about pouring a lady a glass of wine?"

"It smells heavenly," I said as I opened the wine, a bottle of Pinot Greggio, perfectly chilled.

I handed her the wine and she toasted to a wonderful and informative evening. Glasses clinked, we had a swallow, and we made a lot of small talk about her return to school and what she was already learning. I was impressed how she'd really gotten into her class work. Then she made a move and kissed me with a small peck on the lips. I set our wine down and soon the kiss was more than a peck. But, in the back of my mind stood Miranda!! Was I hooked or what? Malia responded by grinding her hips into mine, provoking an erection.

"Mmmm, we will have to find a warm home for him later!" she said with her raspy voice. It drove me wild!

She broke away and got dinner from the oven—homemade lasagna! It was complete with a salad and homemade bread. Add in the wine and what more could we want? Well, I knew what she wanted! After the sumptuous dinner we put the dishes in the dishwasher and retreated to the living room where she had her question sheet for me to answer. As was my policy, I never gave a direct answer. I challenged each student to tell me the process they followed to arrive at the answer they gave. Malia had the process down to a "T." She just wasn't comfortable with her answers.

When I declared her answers all correct she nearly jumped into my lap! I reminded her that the correct process always yielded the right answer!

"Then is this the right beginning to the process for loving?" she said as she kissed me hard.

"Of course," I barely got out before being smothered by her lips. She straddled my lap and jutted her breasts into my face. I moved a few layers of sheer fabric aside and exposed her very nice breasts.

"Malia put her hands under them and offered them to me, saying, "Suck them for me please!" I did just that! Then she stood and took off all she was wearing, but retaining her sheer black thigh highs. I loved it. Malia directed her attention to my clothing, removing every piece and neatly folding it. She descended over my cock and licked and sucked it for a moment. She then straddled my lap and impaled herself on my cock! She rode me, pinched my nipples as I did the same to her. She went berserk and came violently, which caused me to erupt as well.

"What a great dessert!" I said. "A GREAT dessert!"

"There's always more where that came from!" Malia responded. I slept well this night!

My Friday classes were all routine classes. No students wanted remedial help as most of them were beginning to grasp the process. After a faculty meeting I went home to finish Miranda's file. Her lady accountants needed to be reminded to use current depreciation schedules when making those computations. After nearly five hours of work, I was able to correct things. I called her to let her know the work was done. All I got was her answering machine. I left a message, had myself a couple of Grand Marniers, watched some TV, and went to bed.

At eight I was awakened by a loud knocking on my door. I put on a bathrobe and went to seer who would be there at this ungodly hour. When I opened the door, there stood Miranda in all of her glory. She had two coffees in a tray holder and a full bag of something from McDonalds. "It's your 8am wake-up call!" she said with a smile. "Are you going to let me in?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I responded, "I'm not fully awake yet."

"Miranda entered and I followed her swaying ass to the kitchen where she set everything down and opened breakfast. I opened my coffee and took a swig.

"I needed that!" I said.

She passed over a sausage and egg biscuit to go along with the coffee. She sat down and we smiled at each other.

"I got your message last night," she said. "Breakfast is one little way to say thanks for all your hard work."

I got her folder, opened it, and explained to her my reasoning as I approached each difficulty.

"Your girls are going to have to be more careful when they enter data. Computers are only as good as the information given," I said. "Besides, they need to use current schedules for so many things. I think I'd better have a talk with them and let them know what they did wrong and then how to make things from here on out to be correct. OK?"

"I would appreciate it so much, Mark," she said. "You don't know how much I do (as she took my hand in hers)."

We just looked at each other. I could tell she wanted to say something more, so I simply asked her what was on her mind.

"Well, I've been talking to our attorney Rick Washington. I think you've met him before," she said. "I want you to be a partner in the firm, silent or otherwise, until I am ready to take over the business. We have a financial plan put together as well as a business plan. Rick and I think we have thought of most every contingent. Here it is. Read it and mull it over for a few days and then give me your answer. OK?"

"WOW, this hits me like s ton of bricks," I said, astonished! "Now is this the part when you take off your clothes and bribe me to take the job with your body?" (laughing as I did)

"It's no laughing matter, Mark," she said. "I am dead serious about this. You are already an established CPA and your credentials speak for themselves. You are a very good teacher as well. You are a great lover. And I am smitten with you! It hasn't been all that long since Ray died and the old feelings are alive again. You make me feel like a woman and you are guiding me toward my goal. Never once did you try to dissuade me from my goal. I love you for that. I've been practicing this most of the night. Did it come out as phony?"

"No, it didn't," I responded. "I admit that you've been on my mind a lot, too. Tell you what. I will take 24 hours to get back to you on your proposition. There is a lot to think about. I will talk to my attorney as well. I admit that my feelings have also come alive because of you. When Jenny died I didn't think I wanted to go this route again. I guess I was scared I'd lose another, so I just shied away from women, until I met you. The last time we made love told me that I've developed some feelings for you! So where do we go from here?"

"I'd like to go to your bedroom and fuck your brains out!" Miranda said forcefully.

"OK, let's go!" I said, grabbing her by the hand and leading her off to my bedroom.

In no time we were undressed and in each other's arms. It was so hard not to just go hard and fast with each other. We preferred to savor the moment and bring each other to the heights before we joined our bodies, which we did. After we could stand it no more, she asked if I would fuck her doggy style, to which I gave a hearty approval. So we did! It was wonderful. Miranda really can control her body and did till we both came in a most pleasant ending together.

Afterward, we were laying in each other's arms, kissing, cuddling. "Miranda,: I said, "My answer is YES!"