The Neighborhood Tutor, part 4
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The Neighborhood Tutor, Part 4, by Sureshot

All of a sudden things began to get a bit complicated. Here I was, slowly falling in love with Miranda, but also now having Debbie and Victoria wanting just sex. Then, to boot, there were certain of my students to whom I was teaching ‘life lessons.' I was juggling my teaching and the CPA practice until Miranda and Amanda could get through their courses and fully run the practice themselves. I guess most men would simply sit back, smile, and go with the flow. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed, to be certain! I felt as though I was slowly drowning and there was little I could do about it!

I thought it best to go to the gym and work off some of this nervous energy and maybe get a clearer picture of things. It was only a ten-minute drive and when I arrived I was fully expecting a good workout. I signed in and went to a corner to stretch out a bit, since it had been at least a week since I'd been there. As I was working my legs a sweet, familiar voice said, "Hello Mark!" I looked up to see Debbie standing there in a very tight, clinging body suit by Under Armor. I quickly glanced around and saw nearly every male tongue wagging at her!! "What are you doing here, Debbie?" I asked "Oh, I've been a member here for several years," she responded. "Funny, I haven't seen you here before." "Oh, I come at unusual times, mostly while you would be working," I said, trying to make small talk. "Would you spot me on some weights in a few minutes after I loosen up?" she quizzed. "Of course, but that suit will be an obvious distraction!" I said with a smile. ""Oh, you men! All you have on your mind is (whispering) tits and pussy!" she said with a smirk. "And all you women think of is (whispering back) six or seven inches of hard cock!" I responded. She simply smiled and nodded. I made a quick round on some weight machines when she called me over to spot her with some free weights. Debbie lay on the bench and reached up for the bar with 50 pounds on it. She said she warmed up with 50! Soon fifteen reps were behind her and I was impressed. She sat up and swung her arms around a bit and told me to add fifteen more. I followed the bar with my hands to make sure she didn't drop it on those gorgeous breasts! Fifteen reps and she finished here for a while. We went over to the recumbent bicycles and punched in settings for forty-five minutes and resistance levels. We made small talk until our time was finished. We both worked up quite a sweat. She suggested we go to my home for a shower (wink, wink!!) I agreed and fifteen minutes later we were there and went inside. She was in my arms in no time. In the back of my mind I think she planned this from the start, but, hell, who cared?? We were both worked up and I had a raging hard-on. We retreated to my bedroom where we undressed from the wet, clinging material. Debbie looked fabulous and I told her so! She smiled, dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock! I let her go on a few minutes and then pulled her up and lay her on the bed and went between her legs to her sweaty, musty pussy and began licking and pulling on her clit. She was already wet which made entry quite easy and quick. "Hard, Mark! Fuck me hard!" she demanded. Of course I knew that would NOT be a problem I was pretty worked up remembering her heaving chest while she was lifting, so pumping into her at the pace I was must have been just what the doctor ordered! Debbie was moaning and talking in words I could not fully understand. I could make out ‘hard cock' and ‘wet' and ‘fuuuuck' and ‘ohhhhhhhhhhh!' "I am about to fill you up baby!" I stammered. The last few thrusts were upon me now as I felt a huge orgasm about to explode all over me! Debbie squeezed hard on my cock and I popped! Grunt after grunt came from my lips as I pumped jet after jet deep inside her drenched pussy. Debbie had her head buried in a pillow and was moaning loudly herself. I held on to her hips for dear life. Soon I was totally spend and flopped down on the bed next to her, my cock still high in the air. Debbie rolled over and took it in her mouth and cleaned every drop of wandering cum. She jacked out the last drop or two and then lay down next to me—spent! "Oh, that was sooo wonderful, Mark!" she said softly. "So, so, so wonderful! My husband has never fucked me like this in our entire 30 years of marriage. He just doesn't have that ‘spark' that you do!" "I think that spark is a big dud right now!" I said, exhausted. "You have a way to use your body to drain a guy dry and leave only talcum powder behind! I don't know if I have ever been so spent as I am right now, Debbie!" "Oh, yeah?" she said. "I'll make you a bet that after I fix you some breakfast that you will be raring to go again. Do you want to make that bet?" "If I lose," I said reluctantly, "What do I have to do?" "It's a little secret!" she said coyly, "But mark my words there, Mark Edwards, you will lose!" "We'll see!" I said proudly. "We'll see!" Secretly I wondered what she had conjured up if somehow she could make my cock come back to life again so soon. So it was off to the kitchen after I gave her one of my bathrobes. After all, you never know who might just come to my door these days. After a sumptuous breakfast of coffee, bacon, and pancakes, Debbie excused herself to the ladies room. I thought I overheard her talking on a phone, but unless she took her cell phone with her, I must have been imagining things—or I hoped I was! "Well Mr. Sassypants," Debbie said, "Let's make that cock of yours stand up and be accounted for!" She pushed me down in an oversized living room chair and opened my robe. She smiled and took my cock in her small, warm hands and slowly began to stroke it. I tried my best to keep it soft, but to no avail. Soon Debbie was smiling from ear to ear and my cock was rock hard! "What do you have cooked up for me now?" I quizzed. "A new position or a new location?" "Neither!" she said sternly. "Your surprise ought to be knocking at your door any second now!" "What?" I replied. Then the doorbell rang and Debbie ran to answer it. She opened the door and I heard a female voice and Debbie exchange words. "Mark, I want you to meet Gretchen Karrlson," she said as Gretchen made her way into the living room. "Gretchen is an old roommate of mine and heads the state teacher certification program and has for six years.. She is a widow of nearly nine months now and I'm sure would like to have a piece of your cock, right, Gretchen?" "You are absolutely right, Debbie!" "Hello, Mark, I'm Gretchen" as she extended her hand for me to shake. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. Debbie said something to me about you losing a bet and that I should come over here immediately as she was going to help me out of a bad situation. You see, I am a widow since my husband died nine months ago. I am also of Swedish descent. I am 51 years old and a professional woman who has some very strong sexual needs. It has been over a year since I've had any kind of sex with a man, since my husband got cancer and he wasn't able to have sex during his chemotherapy and subsequent decline of health and finally his death. Debbie says that you are a great lover, so you will now see what I am all about! I am not looking for a new husband. I just need to fill my sexual needs, and, by the look of your tall cock, I am going to do just that!" I am sitting there in the oversized chair, my cock standing at full mast and a woman I have never met until now is removing her clothes and I think I am going to get laid again! I was right! Gretchen took her clothes off and what a Swedish body she has! I'd say she was a 37C-25-36 with shoulder-length very blonde hair and a great smile! She say down next to me and we embraced and when we hugged, a huge sigh escaped her lips. Her kisses were sweet and very wet and her tongue quite tasty. Her breasts were soft, yet form for her age and gravity hadn't done any damage to them yet. Her legs and body were soft and very smooth and very pleasant to the touch. I could tell she was quite anxious and was trying ever so hard not to rush into things. She took hold of my cock and stroked it while looking me in the eyes. She smiled. "I'm going to cum a lot today," Gretchen said. "I'm sure you won't mind. I just want you to keep it as hard as you can for as long as you can, OK?" "I will certainly do my best!" I replied. With that, Gretchen bent down and engulfed my cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down for a moment, wetting it with her saliva. Then she straddled me and said, "Here goes! It's been a long time!" She lowered herself ever-so-slowly till my cock was fully imbedded in her pussy. She cried out, shuddered, and came hard! "That's one!" she said proudly. In a couple of minutes she rose up and down three times, shuddered, and came again. "That's two!" Gretchen said with a smile. "Rub my boobs a while will you Mark? And be gentle as my nipples are quite sensitive and right now they are on fire!" I did as ordered and Gretchen began moaning and rising up and down on my cock again. She lasted about three or four minutes this time, shuddered hard, and came again. "That's three," I said—beating her to the words! She smiled as her hair cascaded over her face, hiding parts of it from view. Gretchen wanted to change her position. She simply swiveled on my cock to the reverse cowgirl and started riding me a bit harder this time. I massaged her back as she did, which she loved. This time it was five minutes on the dot! My cock was soaked in her juices, which ran everywhere. But, hell, I didn't mind. A beautiful blond woman was riding my cock and I wasn't about to change a thing! Debbie was sitting in a chair watching. Little did we realize, she was also filming the entire thing! "Gretchen will always have a memory of this day," she said. Gretchen told me she wanted me to fuck her doggy style, so she dismounted and re-positioned herself on the bed. I came up behind her and re-entered her very wet pussy. "Now fuck me good and raw, Mark!" she ordered. I complied, driving myself into her a bit forcefully. All she said was "Oh, yes..." over and over again she said it. Once again she shuddered and came hard. Debbie whispered into my ear that I should not stop but give her an immediate multiple orgasm. So I kept going and after a few minutes she did another number on me! I decided on my own to keep going and I got no requests to the contrary. It was about 45 minutes and Gretchen had cum six or seven times and was still going strong. Her Swedish heritage was certainly coming to the fore! Gretchen certainly loved doggy style! I was also amazed that my stamina was still as strong as it was. I never actually came to the brink myself, yet was enjoying myself to the fullest. After a couple more times on my cock, Gretchen said, "Mark, I think I have had enough FOR NOW! (spoken emphatically) I want to taste your cum. I want your cock in my mouth!"

So, I pulled out of her and she turned around and sat on the edge of the bed and bent down and took my cock into her mouth, giving it a workout with her tongue and her lips. I put my hands on the sides of her head to hold her in place, but she quickly slapped them away and said, "I'll handle things, thank you very much!" OK, lady, I thought, handle them! She had ne ready to fill her mouth so I told her so. She swallowed my cock and I came violently, shooting stream after stream into her throat. Not a drop spilled out of her mouth. She was a real pro! She milked every drop from my cock and soon I went limp and was completely satisfied! I sat down next to her and we hugged and shared a few very sweet kisses. Then the three of us showered together, got dressed and decided to go out for a bite to eat. We were starved. Gretchen thanked me profusely for the morning and asked if I might be available from time to time for more. I told her that I would unless something came up. She smiled. We finished our hot wings, celery, and tea and were on our separate ways! When I got back home there was a car in my driveway. As I parked my truck, a young lady got out with her backpack and laptop bag. It was Jamie Everson. I'd completely forgotten that I had promised her a private lesson. She was a former student and was nearing the end of college and was preparing for the CPA exams. I was beet red and said, "I am sorry Jamie. I totally forgot about this afternoon. Do you still have time for the lesson?" Yes, Mr. Edwards, I do!" she said, with frustration. "And you owe me! (she said with a wink)" So we got inside and she opened her computer to the example of the state exam. For the next two hours we slugged through the possible questions. Some or all of them would be on the test, which would take all day, with a break in the middle for lunch. Jamie was a real trooper and was one of the best students I ever had. She went on to UGA to finish her undergraduate work and was in the top 5% of her class. She had the brains and she also had the looks. Jamie stood 5' 6" and weighed @ 120lbs. My estimate of her dimensions was 35c-24-36. She had very long, straight brown hair—almost to her butt. Her face was flawless and her eyes were simply inviting, if you know what I mean—always bright, just like her smiling face. Jamie was one of the first students who wanted a few ‘life lessons' from me and who got some of them. After we'd exhausted the possible questions, Jamie raised her arms, arched her back, and let out a grunt as she stretched. Her perky breasts were clearly visible through her very thin T-shirt. "You want to gobble them up, don't you, Mark?" she said with a smile. "Well, go ahead! Here, I'll make it easy for you! (she took off her T-shirt, revealing two gorgeous mounds of flesh and two very pointy and very hard nipples) And remember, I have very sensitive nipples!" I leaned over and gave her right breast a tongue bath complete with a gentle sucking of her nipple. My free hand went between her legs as I explored the soft flesh of her inner thigh, which was velvety to the touch. I inched my fingers upward till I ran into some very wet panties. I slipped a finger under the leg band and rubbed her slit! "Enough of this!" Jamie said. "Take me to your bedroom and give me a good lesson!" I pulled her to her feet and in a few steps we were at the side of my bed undressing each other. She put her hand inside of my boxers and said "Oooh, I remember this!!! Now let me have it again!" I took off my boxers and laid her back sideways on the bed and crawled between her legs and immediately impaled my cock deep inside of her. Jamie closed her eyes and moaned as I began a steady rhythm. She writhed underneath of me to the point where we nearly became uncoupled. The words ‘magnificent' and awesome' quietly escaped her lips. I bent down and took her other nipple in my mouth and gave it a medium suck and she moved her hips upward, driving my cock deeper if that was possible. This went on for some time. Suddenly she sent that tell tale warning as she stiffened her body, trapping my cock between her powerful muscles. She drove me to cum and as soon as I let go, she did as well. The squishing sounds were quite noisy, but who cared? In a few minutes we both went limp and I rolled over beside of her. She grabbed my cock and slowly stroked my wet, sticky member. "It feels so good!" Jamie said. "It's amazing what this thing can do for me!!" She curled up next to me and we fell asleep for half an hour. "Well, time for a shower!" Jamie ordered. So, it was off to the bathroom and soon under the gentle flow of nice hot water. She was soaping up my cock and balls when she asked, "Can you get this thing ready again?" "Why?" I asked in reply. "What do you have in mind?" "I want this beautiful cock in my ass" she said sternly. "I've never done it before, I want to do it, and I am comfortable with you, so can you? Will you? Pleeaaasssseeeee???" I told Jamie to soap up my cock and stroke it back to life. It took a bit of coaxing, but, in a few minutes I was as ready as ever. I had a large shower with a teak bench in it and I told Jamie to bend over and grab hold of the bench, and spread her legs wide. My cock was sloppy with soap which made a perfect lubricant. I put the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed gently till I was I was fully imbedded. Jamie let out a grunt or two. "How does that feel, my dear?" I inquired. "Different---but good," came the reply. I started to pump her with a moderate speed. She did feel good to me, but I am prejudiced because I love anal. In no time she was bucking back against me and I could tell she was beginning to enjoy this. Soon she was moaning loudly and an "Awesome!" came from her lips. Jamie really had some sphincter muscle and could squeeze it at will—nearly clamping off my cock at times. She just milked my till I said that I was about to cum. She rubbed her clit furiously and we both erupted nearly at the same time. I pumped her till I could stand it no more and withdrew—totally spent! Jamie continued to sway her ass, rub her clit, and moan. Then she stopped, stood up, wrapped her arms around me, and we kissed. We soaped each other up and got clean. "Would you buy me dinner, Mark?" Jamie asked. "I'd love some fajitas at Chili's!" "I think that can be arranged Jamie," I said with a smile. We dressed and made our way the three miles to Chili's and had the fajita trio, fixins', and some margaritas. It was a fitting end to a great day.

A couple of days later I went to the CPA office after teaching my classes and found Miranda behind a desk busy at work. She glanced up and I smiled. She returned to her work and merely said, "Oh, nice of you to stop by. Do you think I might get to see you once in a while?" she asked—never looking up at me. "You're probably fucking the whole neighborhood by now. When do I get a reservation?" She still never made eye contact. "Well, I did meet an old friend of Debbie's. I did help Jamie Everson with her CPA exam questions. I did spend many hours here making sure things were on a solid footing. I have dealt with the IRS, the FTC, and a host of state agencies wanting to bring down an audit on this firm. Aside from that I haven't been doing anything," I said with a smirk. "By the way, how is the studying going? Is there anything I can help you with or clarify for you?" While Miranda had her head in the page before her she simply replied, "The only thing I want help with is removing my clothes so you can remember what I look like. Do you think you can do that?" When are you thinking we should do this?" I replied. "Hmmm, just as soon as I finish this last data entry," she said. "Then we could go to my place since it's the closest. We can spend the afternoon getting re-acquainted. What do you think?" (she still hadn't looked at me the entire conversation) "I'd like that very much," I said. "OK. You go on to my house and get things ready. I'll be there in twenty minutes!" Miranda said. I went on to her house and got the bedroom ready for a fun afternoon. I stripped to my boxers and got some KY ready should Miranda demand anal. In twenty minutes the door opened and she was standing there in the bedroom. I walked over to her and took her in my arms and we kissed and kissed and kissed. It was as though our mouths were glued together. Our hands roamed over one another's bodies and I did what I could to help remove her clothing. I got her down to her panties and slipped a hand under the elastic only to find a very wet pussy. I dropped to my knees and removed them for her and I took off my boxers. She mounted the bed with her ass pointed my way and just said, "Doggy!" I drove my cock in her and we fit like a hand in a glove. She was a wild bronco underneath of me and used her muscles to squeeze me. It was obvious that she was in control so I let her. Miranda expertly milked my cock and I told her I was about to cum. "Good" was all she said. She let out a war hoop and came so violently that my cock slipped out of her, shooting ropes of cum all over her ass and bed and floor. We collapsed on the bed together as she said, "It won't EVER be this long again, Mark! Get me?" "Understood!" was all I said. I cupped her breasts as we just lay there in silence. I think we both wanted to say something but didn't just then. About half an hour passed when she began stroking my cock back to life. She pushed me on my back and mounted me in her second favorite position—cowgirl. This position made it easy for me to rub her nipples and thighs, which I did expertly. She dropped onto me hard each time. She began rolling her head from side to side and moaning, pulling the hair on my chest and tweaking my nipples, which were erect with excitement. She was having fun and it was all I could do not to cum as the pressures on my body parts were excruciating at times. "I'm going to let it go, Mark!" she screamed. That was all I needed and I did the same, pumping into her with abandon! Our juices spilled out of her and all over us, but who cared? The squishing sounds were delightful and quite loud. A spent Miranda flopped on my chest, still attached. After a short nap we got up and went to the shower. I figured Miranda would want anal there, so I took the KY with us. She saw the bottle in my hand and smiled. "You know me too well, Mark" was all she said. As the hot water cascaded over us she was once again stroking me to full staff. It was a chore this time. After two huge explosions in a short time, my body wasn't in much of a mood to respond. When it looked like a futile effort Miranda said, "Well, you'll just have to spend the night and we can do this later tonight. I won't take ‘no' for an answer." We got dressed and decided to go get a bite to eat at Hooters. On the way there, she asked me a pointed question. "Mark, would you move in with me? I've been giving this a lot of thought and I am a miserable woman when we are apart. I love how our relationship has been growing and I think that moving in together is just the next logical step. What do you think?" If I'd had gum in my mouth I would probably have choked on it. This question caught me totally unprotected. While my feelings for Miranda had been growing over the many months, I hadn't really mapped out in my mind any sort of future. "Miranda, my dear, This is a huge step," I said trying to act mature. "There are so many things we have to talk about first I believe." "Then let's list them and begin talking!" she said sternly. We arrived at Hooters and were ushered to a table. Miranda handed me a piece of paper ate told me to write things down. We ordered a pitcher of beer and my hand began to quiver a bit as I wrote. "What do we do about one of our homes?" I listed first. She added Amanda to the list. I felt the need to come totally clean about my dealings with students and two of the Administrative staff and one from the state. I took a swallow of beer and began, not missing anything about my sexual dealings with everyone concerned. When I finished my spiel, she took my hands into hers and simply said, "Mark, I love you! As long as you are up front with me about things, and that there are no more additions to your dealings, I have no problem with things. So you can rest easy. You are the one I will go to bed with each night. You are the one I will spend the rest of my life with. And I am the one you will wake up seeing each morning. I am the one you will love—not the others! OK?" "I don't know what to say Miranda!" I said. "Then just say, ‘Miranda, I love you too!'" "Miranda, I love you!" I said bluntly. "You are an amazing woman. How did I ever get so fortunate as to meet you?" "So, do you want to move in with me or not, Mark?" she said again. "Well, since you put it that way---YES, I do want to move in with you?" I exclaimed. "After all, your home is nearly twice as large as mine. And you have a pool too. So when do you want this move to happen?" "You can sleep with me tonight and I'll help you get whatever clothes and so on that you want tomorrow," she said smiling. About that time the waitress came to take our order. We ordered wings and celery, then sat back and sipped our beer. "You are going to have some explaining to do with people, my love," Miranda said with a smile of accomplishment on her face! Part 5 to follow