Private Tutor

Private Tutor

By Magda McKune

Part One of Three

The characters in this story are fictional. Any similarities between these characters and real people, living or dead, are purely coincidental.

CHAPTER 1

I glanced up from grading papers at my desk to see my friend Brenda Combs standing in the doorway of my small empty classroom. She was slim and very attractive with 34-inch tits, narrow hips, and a perfect ass. Her straight brown hair hung halfway down the back of her stylish olive-green jacket and skirt ensemble. Brenda was a twenty-eight-year-old woman the same as I was, and had been my dear friend since we went to grade school together.

The lady chuckled and crossed her arms over her bosom and eyed me with amusement as a ten-year-old boy wiped the blackboards. "This looks like a scene straight right out of Little House on the Prairie."

I rose to my feet and crossed to her. "Hello darling!" I took my friend into a warm hug and gave her a smooch on the cheek. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too, Tina."

We broke our embrace and I turned to the young lad erasing the boards. "That's marvelous, Tommy. I appreciate you staying after class with me. You were very helpful."

The boy beamed brightly and set the eraser aside. "I like helping you, Miss Malloy."

I lowered to one knee. "Give me a big hug and run along home."

Tommy ran into my arms and held me tight. "I am going to miss you, Miss Malloy."

"I'll miss you too, honey. But it's only for the summer. You'll have lots of fun and won't even think about me one little bit."

He leaned back and smiled. "I will think of you every day!"

I chuckled and smoothed my palm over his short blonde hair. "Perhaps I can be your teacher again next fall. Won't that be wonderful?"

"I would like that." He gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Goodbye, Miss Malloy."

"Goodbye, Tommy." The lad hurried past my friend and disappeared out the door.

Brenda Combs chuckled with amusement. "I didn't know your maternal instincts were so strong."

I stood and moved to her. "I can be just as much of a woman as the next gal."

"You certainly can." She cupped her palm over my crotch and gave my dick a squeeze. Brenda liked fucking a girl who had a penis. Perhaps she found shemales to be erotic and a little taboo. I didn't care what her motives were so long as it got me some pussy. It wasn't like a girl like me could go around advertising the fact that she had a penis in order to elicit female lovers. Girls naturally assumed I was a dyke until I dropped my briefs. I suppose I really am a lesbian in a sense. After all, I am a woman who likes to have sex with other women. The fact that I have a dick instead of a vagina is little more than a footnote.

I had known Brenda Combs since grade school. She always was such a classy lady. Very stylish. The girl predicted that she would be a fashion designer someday. I had no doubt she would indeed be famous. Brenda had laser-sharp focus of what she wanted to do and worked very hard to make her dream a reality. We hit it off as preteens and remained fast friends ever since. I liked working with kids and eventually became a school teacher. Brenda and I always kept in touch no matter where she was in the world and we always had wild animal sex whenever she came to town.

Brenda was one of the first girls to discover I had a cock. Because of my unusual anatomical accessory, I was exempt from taking gym class in school. My teachers didn't want to subject me to insults and ridicule because I was so different from the other girls. Brenda's parents were hypochondriacs and germophobes to the extreme and believed their daughter shouldn't take PE with a bunch of sweaty teenagers. Consequently, Brenda ended up in study hall with me. We became fast friends and I confided in her about my secret. She thought it was very sexy and not disgusting in the least. When puberty hit, we pretended to study in her bedroom in the evenings, but spent the time fucking like wild rabbits. Instead of Brenda associating with a bunch of sweaty teenage girls, she only associated with one.

I took her virginity and she took mine. We played around licking and fingering each other for a long time before we worked up the nerve to go all the way. I deflowered Brenda one night in her room. We lay a plastic garbage bag on top of her bed knowing her vagina would bleed. Brenda was my first fuck and we both gave up our virginity that night. Neither of us regretted it for a single moment. We had a bond stronger than friendship, verging on pure love. Both of us knew our liaisons were more about lust than actual romance, screwing to our heart's content whenever we could, and savoring our intimate moments together.

I think I spoiled the poor girl from enjoying sex with anyone but me. I was the best of both worlds. My female skin was soft and delicate with nice firm tits and a smooth tight ass. I also grew to have a nice big cock that could satisfy her in a way no woman ever could. Brenda preferred having sex with ladies after exploring sex with me, but enjoyed a nice firm prick in her cunt every now and then.

Brenda became a success in the fashion world as she fully intended. She told me she was leaving in the morning to spend six months in Paris developing her line for a major clothing distributor.

"So, are you all packed up?" I asked, resting my rear against the front edge of my desk.

"Pretty much. I left some things out to wear tomorrow to the airport."

"Are you excited?"

"Heck yeah! Six months living in Paris in plain view of the Eiffel Tower? Who wouldn't be?" She caressed her fingers along my shoulder length dark brown hair. "I'll miss you terribly."

"No, you won't. You'll find some sexy French mademoiselle to shag every night."

"She won't be the same as you."

"Of that, I have absolutely no doubt."

Brenda moved close and groped my ass in her palms. "Looks like everyone but us have gone home. Let's find a nice cozy corner where we can fuck in private."

"In case you hadn't noticed, this is a grade school. If we get caught, I can get fired."

"First of all, it's the last day of classes. It isn't like you'll have a job tomorrow anyway."

"I would like to be invited back next term."

"Secondly, you are assuming we will get caught. We can be very discreet and stealthy when need be."

"Not you, darling. I never heard a woman scream at the top of her lungs when she was having an orgasm the way you do. The last time we fucked, people in the next county were calling to tell us to keep it down."

Brenda kissed me with mounting passion. "But I'm so horny."

"You're always horny when you get around me."

"Come to my place tonight for one last roll in the sack," she rasped lustily. "I want to feel your cock in my pussy one last time."

I caressed my hands over her back. "My cock loves your pussy, honey. It loves your ass even more."

"Then perhaps I can satisfy you in that way as well."

"In that case, how can I refuse? It's a date."

Brenda kissed me on the lips and stepped back. "I'll look forward to it." We both turned to a knock on the door. A woman in her mid-forties with shoulder length straight blonde hair stood in the doorway. She looked quite attractive in the black jacket and matching calf length skirt ensemble. "Excuse me," she asked timidly. "Miss Malloy?"

"That's me," I said.

"My name is Angela Tate. May I have a word?"

"Of course." I gave Brenda a pat on the arm. "See you tonight."

"Seven o'clock. Bring some wine. Everything of mine is packed up."

"Will do."

She left us alone.

"Sorry if you saw our public display of affection," I smiled meekly, offering my hand to the lady. "Brenda is an old and very dear friend of mine."

"It's perfectly all right." She accepted my shake. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

I stared at her face. Up close she looked quite lovely. "My friend Brenda is leaving for Paris in the morning. The girl can be a tad demonstrative at times."

"Are you two a couple?"

"No. Just good friends. What can I help you with, Mrs. Tate?"

"Angela, please. Or Angie. I hoped I might hire you to tutor my daughter Sheila this summer. She is falling behind in her studies and she needs to bring her grades up to qualify for a scholarship in music."

"How old is she?"

"Eighteen last month. A bit of a wild child of late, I'm afraid. Once she turned sixteen, she started to become unruly. Wanted to test her limits, as it were. Only recently did she discover the error of her ways. Sheila loves piano and excels in it. She was offered a scholarship to Vienna, but due to her disruptive lifestyle over the last year or so, that offer may be in jeopardy. Sheila knuckled down and worked hard, but the final year set her back. She needs to learn a foreign language by fall in order to qualify for admission."

"So you contacted me."

"You come highly recommended, Miss Malloy."

"Call me Tina."

"Of course. You are an exceptional teacher who speaks several languages and plays piano. A perfect fit for our needs."

"Well, your timing is impeccable. After today I have no plans for three months."

"It shouldn't take you that long to whip my daughter into shape. She does know some German, though not enough to pass the test. You can teach her what she needs to know, plus act as her piano teacher to make sure she stays up with her practices."

"Sounds like a wonderful arrangement to me."

"Excellent! Then I can count on you?"

"Certainly."

Angela removed a sheet of paper from her purse. "Here is all the information you need. My telephone number, address, and map to our home in the country. You will be staying in the guest house. It is a separate building so you can have a bit of privacy."

"Sounds perfect."

"You will also see at the bottom the amount offered for your services. I hope you find it satisfactory."

I tried to not let my eyebrows jump up too high. Satisfactory indeed! It was almost as much as my whole year's teaching salary. "This is more than generous."

"Then it's settled." Angie offered me her hand. "I will see you tomorrow, then."

I grinned and opened my arms to her. "As you may have noticed by my friend's overt display of affection, I'm a big believer in hugs."

Angela chuckled and took me into a fond embrace. "I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

"I'm sure we will."

The school corridors were quiet except for the clicking of my two-inch-high heels along the tile floor as I strolled to the principal's office. I needed to turn in the keys to my classroom and to the teacher's lounge. Principal Sherry Hanson was seated at her desk filling out the last of the paperwork for the school year. She was an attractive woman in her late forties with shoulder length auburn hair pulled back into a bun. Sherry glanced up at me without emotion. "Ready to check out?"

"Yep."

"Please come in and close the door."

I shut the door behind me and crossed to her. I gave her an amused grin and asked, "Is this my official exit interview?"

"In a manner of speaking."

I moved to her side and rested my rear against the edge of her desk. "I'm really going to miss those kids."

"We're going to miss you too." She reached over and caressed her hand along the inside of my leg. "Some of us more than others." Sherry invited me over for a drink at her home shortly after I was hired and I made the mistake of having one cocktail too many. Not only is it a bad idea to get drunk in front of the boss, but she casually touched me as we were sitting together on the couch and I instantly got a boner in my skirt. I thought I would get fired right then and there. But after the initial shock wore off, Sherry thought it was sexy as hell and we ended up fucking our brains out. The woman and I would get together every now and then when we hadn't had any sex in a while just to get off. Ours was purely a relationship of convenience and lust. "Are you going to be traveling this summer?" she asked.

"In a manner of speaking. I was offered a tutoring job. I don't really need the money, but it should promise to keep me busy for the next couple months."

"I see." Sherry eyed me seductively and slid her hand up under my skirt. "Then I imagine I won't see you for a while."

"Nope." I leaned down and met her mouth in a lingering tender kiss. "Not for a long while."

Sherry groped my dick in my panties and kissed me hungrily. "Then I believe a proper sendoff is in order."

"Absolutely." I straightened and raised my skirt to my tummy. I was already horny from the prospect of fucking Brenda later that evening. Sherry tugged down my briefs and stroked her fist along the shaft of my swelling cock at her face. "Oh yes," I exhaled as she plunged her mouth over the crown. "God honey, you give great head."

My boss bobbed her mouth over the tip and stroked the shaft in her fist. I gripped the side of her head and bucked my hips to fuck her mouth. Sherry plunged her head over my dick, the tip poking the back of her throat with each thrust. "Fuck yes," I moaned with lust. "That feels great."

Damn, it felt so fucking good having a girl suck my cock.

Sherry sucked and licked me to the edge of a climax. I was getting close to ejaculating. There was no point in informing my partner, since I knew she intended to swallow my cum anyway. Sherry always did whenever we made love. I wasn't sure if she loved the taste of semen or that she loved the concept of a shemale blowing her load down her throat. I didn't care either way, so long as I got my rocks off. I thrust my hips forward and shuddered as my cock exploded into her mouth. Sherry drove her mouth to the very base, her lips raking over my curly pubic hairs as I jerked and shot another load down her throat.

"Damn, I love it when you such my dick," I exhaled in utter contentment. I bent down and met her mouth in a tender kiss, tasting the saltiness of my jizz on her lips. "I sure am going to miss you, lady."

"You do realize you have a job waiting for you here in the fall?"

I tucked my gradually softening member into my panties and adjusted my skirt. "I would like that."

"And we can make up for lost time a week or so before you get settled into your classroom?"

I leaned over and met her lips in a fiery kiss. "I would like that too."

I entered my apartment to find my gay roommate Chandler in the kitchen wearing a white chef's apron and stirring a wooden spoon in a large bowl. He was a tall and slender fellow with yellow highlights in his spiky brown hair. A gold ring hung from his left earlobe. "Hello Chandler!" I smiled brightly. "Baking again?"

"Brownies for the bake sale."

I gave him a smooch on the cheek and dipped my finger into the dark brown batter. "I have some good news and some bad news."

The man rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Don't tell me. You are going to spend the summer building adobe huts on an Indian reservation, or lounging on some millionaire's yacht on the French Riviera."

"Close. A woman hired me to tutor her teenage daughter. I'll be gone most of the summer."

Chandler sighed dolefully and continued to stir his batter. "Whatever will I do without my little Tina to keep me company?"

I wrapped my arm across his back and gave him a sideways hug. "You'll manage. I'll take some clothes with me and you can put the rest in storage so you can rent out my room."

"Oh dear, I miss you terribly already."

I smooched his cheek and moved to the pantry to fetch a bottle of red wine. "My friend Brenda is leaving town tomorrow, so I promised her we'd have a drink before she left."

"And a roll in the sheets, no doubt."

"Naturally." I crossed back to him and took another taste of his batter. "But I want to spend some quality Chandler time with you, too."

"I'd like that." He gave me a kiss on the temple. "Have fun."

"I intend to."

Brenda smiled and opened the door wider for me to enter her apartment. "Hello, sweetie!" she beamed brightly, taking me into a warm hug.

"Hey, babe! I brought us some wine."

"Wonderful!"

I stepped into the room and Brenda closed the door behind me. I glanced around. "You didn't pack anything."

"Yes, I did. All of my personal items. This was a furnished apartment, so all the furniture and appliances stay."

"That's a whole lot easier than boxing up everything each time you move."

"Precisely." The girl crossed to the kitchen and opened the wine. "I hope you don't mind plastic cups. I don't feel like washing any dishes later."

"That's okay with me."

She filled two cups and handed me one. "To friends forever!"

"Damn straight!" I took a drink and wandered into the living room. "So what about the sheets?" I asked casually as I alit on the couch. "Surely you plan to sleep on them tonight?" I leaned back and crossed my legs at the knee. "Or possibly have sex?"

"Not possibly," she leered, sitting next to me. "Most definitely." She took a sip of her wine. "The laundry I leave in a pile by the door. Towels, sheets, what have you. The property owners will see that they get washed. They'll also come through and dust and vacuum before the next tenants move in so I don't have to do that either, thank God."

"Sounds like a nifty setup."

Brenda draped her arm across my shoulder and met my lips in a tender kiss. "I'm going to miss you, honey."

"Me too. But it isn't like it's going to be forever. We've been apart before and we always seem to get back together again. Long-lasting friendships will do that."

"That's us, baby." She gave me another kiss. "But I hope you know we're more than just friends. I love you, Tina."

"I love you too, Brenda."

She smiled and caressed her hand along my leg. "Would you mind terribly if we continued this conversation in bed? I've been looking forward to fucking you all day."

"By all means!"

Brenda took my hand and led me into the bedroom. "My cunny has been tingling from thinking about fucking that big beautiful cock of yours," she growled lustfully. She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed me hungrily. "Oh God, Tina, I am so hot for you!"

"I can tell!"

My friend took my cup and set it with hers on the dresser. She draped her arms around my neck and kissed me hungrily on the mouth. Her tongue snaked out to tangle with mine. I could feel my dick swelling with arousal. I caressed my hands over her back as we kissed, my pulse increasing with the knowledge that I was going to fuck this hot sexy lady real soon.

Brenda dropped to her knees and tugged my skirt and panties to my ankles. "Let me at that beautiful cock!" She plunged her mouth over my swelling boner and bobbed her mouth up and down to suck my dick.

"Oh God, yes," I panted with lust. "Suck that nice big cock." I dug my fingers through Brenda's dark tresses as she bobbed her head over my stiffening tool. "You got me wanting to be inside that pretty pink pussy of yours."

Brenda rose to her feet and kissed me, her fist pumping my rigid prick. "Let's get naked and fuck."

"Heck yeah!"

My partner quickly stripped off her clothes as I removed my blouse and brassiere. That girl was one eager beaver! My dick stood straight out from my groin like a pink pole ready to dive into my dear friend's sweet snatch. The woman crawled naked onto the bed on all fours and leered at me over her shoulder. "See anything you like?"

"I like everything about you," I grinned moving closer and caressing my hands over her perfect rear. "Some things I like more than others."

Brenda leered lustfully at me and spread her legs wide. "I want you to lick me and get me wet." She reached under her and raked her fingertips over her pretty pink vagina. "Stick your tongue inside me and lick my cunt."

I giggled and smoothed my hands over her rear and along the crack of her ass. "I love it when you talk nasty!" I pressed my face to her cunt and probed her snatch with my tongue. Brenda squirmed and writhed with stimulation, her tits wobbling loosely below her chest.