My name is Charlie, I've had my fair share ( OK A LOT ) of sexual experiences, each one amazing and unique. I sat at my desk, scanning the Craigslist ads and the local newspaper's website for nanny and tutoring job. Three years post-grad my vocation as a journalist for an online newspaper was steady and fun, but the pay was not so fun. I kept picking up small incline jobs here and there, but tutoring had been the most fulfilling—besides my experience with the father of one of the kids I nannied for… But that's a story for another time.

My eyes scanned and paused on an ad :

SAT tutor needed for 17-year-old aged. Primarily assistance with English. Will pay $ 50 an hour, requesting a coach for two hours a day on Tuesday and Thursdays for several weeks—exact duration to be determined. Please place CV and citation letters to this e-mail.

I typed in the e-mail address, writing a short introduction and attached my resume and various reference work letters from previous family that I worked with.

A few solar day later, I received an e-mail with the address and a time for the pursual day for me to go over and introduce myself and have an ad lib interview. The side by side day, I dressed muself in a white and navy striped t-shirt garb that clung to my breaking ball and was a piddling shorter on me due to my top. My C-cup knocker were pressed tightly against the apparel and I slipped my metrical unit into naked flats, thankful for the start of the Lone-Star State springtime. I put my straight dark brown hair into a high ponytail and headed off to the address—a 30 minute drive from my apartment. I arrived, knocked on the door and was greeted by a 6-foot, blonde teenage boy. He was undeniably openhanded, had slightly shagged blonde hair that was disheveled in an adorable way and his very modulate chest and arms very unmistakable through his tight Under armor shirt.

"Well, finally my mom got a hot tutor,"he said to my surprisal. I giggled as he opened the threshold further for me to walk in.

I brushed past him, my shoulder skimming his chest and followed him to the living way where his mom was sitting with a book. I shook her mitt and she introduced herself as Mrs. Parker and then the teenaged boy grabbed my hand and lightly kissed it. I laughed and his mom smacked his arm.

"I'm Harrison,"he said with a charming smirk and sat down beside his mom.

I sat across from them, crossing my tan and toned legs as we discussed the exact fourth dimension and Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I'd be coming to tutor him. His parents worked problem where they could run from their family office or go to their actual role in township. So they'd be in and out throughout the times I tutored him, or just not there at all. I saw him smirk again at the last thing she said and he looked me up and down. Why did my all lace, albumen cheeky panty get a little wet ? It had been over a month since I last fucked anyone, so maybe that's why. Or it could just be because I had been attracted to him from the meter he opened the door.. But he's eight year younger than me, which would be completely awry of me, right ?

"So are we all set ? Tomorrow at 5pm ?"she asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I stood up and shook her hand again,"All set !"I said.

I walked towards the movement door where Harrison met me. He opened the door and I thanked him, meeting his eye, the smirk still on his face."See you tomorrow, Charlie.. Can't waiting for you to teach me some things,"he chuckled at my widening eyes and closed the door. My pantie were definitely wet now.

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The succeed day I was sitting at the head of the dining table, my legs crossed beneath the board cloth. I was wearing a dark blue blue swing dress and Robert Brown sandals. I had an SAT homework Bible, my MacBook and some former worksheets I'd printed out before coming over spread out on the table. Harrison walked into the dining room, wearing a shirt standardised to the one he was wearing last night with basketball shorts. He sat on the chair to my left and smirked, setting his iPhone on the board and leaning back.

"So what are we learning today ?"he asked, looking at me in a way that made me worm a little in my seat.

"Mm.. it's your alternative, English or math.. both are important for the SATs,"I said with a smile, leaning forward and resting my elbow on the table, my chin on my hand.

He leaned forward too, talking low so that his female parent in the following elbow room couldn't hear,"I don't think I want to learn either of those bailiwick with you, Charlie."His hand running up my arm from my elbow to my wrist, his eyes staring into mine.

fuck me, my panties were wet again. I cleared my throat and straightened my cover, pulling my arm away gently."Harrison.. we can't, you're 17,"I said, biting my lip to keep myself from saying please. I flashed back to the night I seduced Mr. Andrew Johnson and my conscience laughed at my response to him.

"And you're wha† ? 24, 25 ? That's not much of an age difference, and I'm legal,"he says, scooting his president towards me, his electric chair as far towards the box of the dining board as potential.

"I'm 25,"I said shakily, my legs crossing tighter as he got closer. The pool in my lacing scanty grew even more as he scooted close enough that I could smell him—a miscellany of sandalwood, musk and a bit of sweat from what I assume was his after-school workout. His hired man disappeared underneath the table cloth, touching my stifle. I squirmed again,"Harrison, I'm here to tutor you.. Don't you want to get a good account on your SATs ?"

"So tutor me, I'm all ears, my hand just might be busybodied doing something else,"he said in a trench, quiet voice, his script traveling up my leg. My panties were most definitely soaked now, and I subconsciously uncrossed my ramification. He took that as an invitation and his hired man slid further up my leg and under my clothes onto my upper berth thigh, reaching the edge of my all-lace step-in."Read to me, Charlie.. teach me something,"he said and I shakily grabbed the SAT workbook, reading from the English plane section about the essay portion—making sure to read loud enough his mother wouldn't suspect anything and arrive walking in.

His fingers teased the boundary of my panty and as I started reading the second paragraph, his finger grabbing the soaked private parts of my pantie."Naughty girl…"he whispered as he pulled the soaked lace to the slope. My intimation hitched and I began reading the next paragraph, my voice a bit trembling as I slid forward on the chair, spreading my wooden leg wider as his finger began to slide up and down my slit—which was dripping with my fervour.

"Harrison…"I moaned quietly, gripping the tabular array with my left hand as my right kept the book undecided. I went back to reading aloud as his fingers rubbed forget me drug on my clit. I threw my top dog back as he rubbed, pausing my reading when two of his finger's breadth slid into my dripping wet cunt as I let out a moan that was a little too gimcrack.

He placed his two of his fingers from his free hand on my sassing to quiet me. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around them, my clapper running between the two fingers as his former fingers worked their way in and out of my puss. He let out a soft groan as my teeth bit his fingers, holding them between my teeth as I muffled my moans. I'm sure enough my dress beneath my thigh was now soaked with my juices as he fingerfucked me faster, his fingers curling deliciously, hitting the perfect office. The finger's breadth in my rima oris slipped out as he whispered,"Read."

He got on his knees as I went back to recitation, crawling beneath the tablecloth. My reading stopped as I felt his warm breath on my upper thigh. I bit my lip so hard that I almost drew blood as I felt his lingua run up my slit. I squealed quietly and placed my free hand on his head beneath the table, holding his head against me as his clapper slides in and out of me. And then the door separating the dining and living elbow room swung subject, his mother walking in.

I jumped up and sat back against the chairwoman, straightening my back and clearing my throat as President Benjamin Harrison paused his tongue-fucking.

"Charlie, how is everything ? Where's Harrison ?"she asked.

"Everything is bully, Mrs. Parker,"I replied and had to cough to cover my moan as his tongue started licking circles around my button again."And I believe Reginald Carey Harrison went to grab something from his room."

"well he effective rushing back, you only have 20 minutes left of today's seance,"she said, walking into the kitchen through the former swinging door.

I heard the cesspool spell on and slid down my chair to the Saame military position as before, moaning and gripping Harrison's hair as I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer. His finger were pumping in and out of my sopping wet puss while his tongue flicked my clitoris at a ready pace. My legs started quivering and I gripped his hair tightly, holding his headway and lip against my snatch as I began to cum. I placed my free hand against my mouth, muffling my moan as I ground my hips into his fount, riding out my sexual climax.

"Fuck…"I said quietly as he pulled his fingers out of my kitty and raised his hand from beneath the tablecloth and to my mouth, letting me blow all of my juices off of them. He groaned and pushed my chair back, crawling out from beneath the tabular array and pulling my head down to buss me hard, sliding his tongue into my mouth, letting me sense of taste myself even more.

He stood and I could see the tent beneath his basketball drawers which he tried to crowd down. My mouth watered at the thought of getting on my knees and sucking him off."So… what's on the lesson program for tomorrow ?"he asked with a smirk .