Sex Ed Teacher Is My Tutor

Sex Ed Teacher is my Tutor, Ch. 02

A higher SAT score is all about SEX

Sex Ed Teacher is my Tutor, rewritten and continued from Ch. 01:

As if my cock was on remote control, as soon as I saw her panties, I felt my prick stir beneath my bathrobe. At the age that I'm having constant and continual erections that are as long and as hard as a steel rod, every time I saw my stepmother in her short, sheer, and low-cut nightgowns, my cock tented my pajama bottoms. I jerked off as much over seeing something of my stepmother as I stroked myself when imagining my sex education teacher in her bra and panties, topless, and naked and having sex with me.

"I'm surprised my stepmother hired you," I said while wondering why she'd hire a sex education teacher to tutor me. "I did well in your Sex Education class. I earned an A," I said smiling proudly.

She returned my smile with her smile.

"I'm not only a sex education teacher, Anthony. I teach math, English, history, and science," she said.

While staring at me in my bathrobe, she gave me a sexy smile.

"Besides, I don't know if your stepmother told you, but I earned a perfect score on my college boards twenty-five-years ago. Before teaching, I've always worked as a tutor helping students earn a higher score on their college boards. I work as a family psychosexual counselor now with my own practice," she said.

I looked at her with confusion.

"A psychosexual counselor? What's that," I asked?

As most Italians do, she talked with her hands. She uncrossed her legs to explain to me what she did by expressing herself with her hands. As soon as she uncrossed her legs, she flashed me her white panties again.

'I love seeing her sheer, white panties,' I thought. 'I can't wait to masturbate after seeing her panties again.'

Not wanting to catch me staring and to make her feel uncomfortable, I tried not to stare. Then, she leaned forward and flashed me a down blouse view of her long, sexy line of cleavage, and her white, low-cut, sexy brassiere. Again, I'll be stroking myself and cumming after seeing her panties, her cleavage, and her bra as soon as she leaves.

"I'm a sex therapist," she said with a little laugh. "That was an easy transition for me to make since I was already a sex education teacher. I earned my master's degree in psychology. Hanging up my shingle and having my own patients, being a sex therapist was the perfect job for me, and a profession that pays much more than being a teacher."

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Immediately embarrassed by my horniness, as soon as I saw her panties again, I had a big boner. I kept my folded hands over my throbbing and pulsating cock. Then, daring myself to do so, curious for her reaction, while wondering if she'd look again as she did by the front door, I wanted her to see my sexual excitement. While hoping that she didn't flee from my house, I removed my hands from my lap to show her my erection that tented my bathrobe in the way that a pole tents the big top at the circus.

As soon as I removed my hands from my hidden erection, she looked. She stared. She stared at my big dick in the way that I stared at her panty clad pussy. Never did I think that I'd be having a personal show of my sex education's teacher lingerie but here she was in my room flashing me.

"I should get dressed before we start," I said.

She shrugged. Then, she made me horny by what she said next.

"However, you feel more comfortable, Anthony, is fine with me," she said.

'I'd really feel comfortable if I was naked and if you were naked, too,' I thought.

She stared down at my erection beneath my bathrobe again before looking up at me with a sexy smile. Then, she surprised me again, as much as she sexually excited me, by what she said next. Unembarrassed and unashamed, Miss Valentina said what I wished my stepmother, Francesca, had said to me.

"Having seen countless numbers of naked men in my job as a sex therapist, you may get dressed right here, and in front of me, Anthony, if you'd like," she said with an immodestly immoral shrug.

She gave me a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"If you're not embarrassed for me to see you without your clothes, I'm unembarrassed to see you without your clothes," she said. "Nakedness is as part of being a sexual therapist as is massage, masturbation, and sex is," she said with another shrug.

By her looks, her stares, all that she said, and with her continuing to flash me, she shocked me as much as she sexually excited me.

"I'll stay in my bathrobe for the time being," I said.

Suddenly, I felt uncomfortably embarrassed for her to see my naked, erect prick. She wasn't just anyone. She was Valentina Fortunato, my sex education teacher. Now, she's my tutor. While knowing that it would, as soon as I removed my hands from my lap, the bottom of my bathrobe parted open enough to give her an up bathrobe view of my naked prick, my pubic hair, and my testicles. In the way that she flashed me her panties, her cleavage, and her bra, I flashed her my naked prick, my testicles, and my pubic hair.

'I dick flashed, Miss Fortunato,' I thought. 'If it wasn't enough that she gave me an upskirt view of her panties and a down blouse view of her cleavage and bra, I showed my sex education teacher my naked cock. I dick flashed Valentina. I couldn't wait to tell my friends that she's my tutor and that we flashed one another.'

Again, something that I'll be masturbating over for the rest of my life, unable to wrap my head around it, I couldn't believe that I flashed my tutor my naked prick. Not looking away, she not only looked but also, she stared at all that she saw up my bathrobe. Now, I'll not only be jerking off over seeing her panties, her cleavage, and bra, I'll be cumming over her seeing my naked cock, pubic hair, and testicles.

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Sex Ed Teacher is my Tutor, Ch. 02:

I couldn't believe that I was alone in my room with such a hot woman. Then, if it wasn't enough that I dick flashed her, again, she surprised me as much as she sexually excited me by what she said next.

"You have an erection, Anthony," she said, stating the obvious.

She not only casually looked at my erection but also, she stared at my prick that pulsated beneath my bathrobe. As if my big dick was waving to her beneath my bathrobe, she looked from my throbbing cock to look up at me while smiling.

"Is that because of me? Did I do that," she asked while putting her hand to her mouth and giggling like a girl?

Embarrassed, I covered my pulsating prick with my hand.

"I'm flattered," she said with a sexy laugh while parting her knees to flash me her panties again?

In that moment, I couldn't help but think of James Gandolfini as Tony Soprano lusting over his psychiatrist, Lorraine Bracco, as Dr. Jennifer Melfi, in the way that I sexually desired my sex education teacher, Valentina Fortunato, now.

"Did I unintentionally flash you my panties and/or my bra," she asked with a little unembarrassed laugh while leaning forward to flash me her cleavage and bra again.

She continued sexually exciting me by all that she was saying and all that she was showing?

"After some of the female students complained to the headmaster, he spoke to me about flashing my panties and my bra to the male students in class," she said with candor.

She laughed.

"Yet, when I sat across from him in his office, he stared at all that he could see of my exposed panties. Then, when I leaned forward to pick up a pen that I deliberately dropped, he stared at the down blouse view that I intentionally gave him of my cleavage and my bra."

She laughed.

"Finally, he stared at the impressions that my breasts and my erect nipples made in my low-cut blouse," she said with another laugh.

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I nodded my head and smiled.

"Sorry, but like all of the other horny men in class, whenever you flashed us upskirt peeks of your panties and/or down blouse views of your cleavage and bra, I looked. I stared," I said. "We all stared."

She shrugged.

"That's okay. Sex is an important part of life. I'm unembarrassed and unashamed if you saw and stared at my bra and panties," she said.

She gave me another sexy smile.

"I love my lingerie. I own a lot of sexy underwear but, sadly, with me not having a husband or a boyfriend, I don't have anyone to show it to," she said with a sad, little laugh.

She gave me a naughty look.

"While curious for their reactions, while they believe that they're in the right place at the right time, I enjoy showing unsuspecting men all that they shouldn't see of me," she said. "I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist," she said without apology."

She paused as if rethinking what she was about to say but said it anyway.

"It's exciting to show my underwear clad, topless, and naked body to men who are always looking to see whatever they can see of sexy women."

She gave me a big smile.

"With exhibitionism and voyeurism so predictable, my favorite place to flash is at the mall. I love flashing the salesman at the shoe store my panties by trying on a boot a size too small. Deliberately having to spread my knees while lifting my legs, I love sexually teasing men," she said.

She gave me another sexy smile.

"I enjoy bending at the waist on the pretense of fixing my shoe while flashing my panties to the men standing behind me on the escalator," she said.

She looked at me to see my reaction to all that she said about her flashing unsuspecting men.

"Finally, giving boyfriends waiting for their girlfriends and husbands waiting for their wives, I undress and dress in the dressing room without pulling the curtain all of the way close," she said with a dirty laugh. "I pretend that I don't know that they can see me."

I returned her laugh with my laugh.

"Feel free to show me your sexy underwear anytime that you'd like," I said with a little laugh.

She gave me a sexy smile.

"Don't worry, I will," she said while giving me a naughty smile. "With sex an integral part of life and with me not thinking that there is anything wrong with flashing men, I love showing them my sexy lingerie."

It was then that I wondered if all sex education teachers were exhibitionists. I wonder if all sex therapists were whores. With her already here in my house and in my bedroom, I wondered if she'd have sex with me in the way that I'd love to have sex with her.

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She returned my laugh with her laugh. Then, feeling as if I was suddenly being analyzed, she asked me a question that I imagined a sex therapist would ask me.

"Tell me and be honest," she said. "After you saw my panties and my brassiere in class, did you masturbate over seeing my underwear?"

She laughed.

"Did you jerk off over me," she asked while moving her hand up and down as if she was masturbating me?

I stared at her with my mouth hanging open while not believing her question. No woman had ever asked me if I masturbated over her. Unable to lie, I answered her question honestly.

"Yes," I said.

She nodded her head.

"How many times did you masturbate over me," she asked?

I laughed.

"Lots of times," I said with a nervous, little laugh. "I masturbated every day, multiple times a day after seeing your panties, cleavage, and bra."

She smiled.

"Tell me. What did you jerk off over while thinking of me," she asked?

Even though I felt embarrassed by her question, giving me something else to stroke myself over later, again, I answered her question truthfully.

"I masturbated while imagining you in your bra and panties, topless, and naked," I said. "I stroked myself while envisioning making out with you and allowing me to touch and feel you through your clothes. I pictured myself slowly undressing you while making out with you and stripping you naked. I stroked myself while visualizing you having sex with me," I said.

She nodded her head. She gave me a naughty look. Then, once again, she shocked me by what she said next.

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"I'll tell you what, Anthony," she said. "I'll make a deal with you," she said.

She gave me a sexy smile.

"After you nearly flunked out of high school in your senior year, I'll give you something that may motivate you to study longer and harder," she said.

She paused as if rethinking what she was about to say.

"How about this," she asked?

She leaned forward on my bed to give me another down blouse view of her cleavage and bra? Then, as if she was Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct but wearing panties instead of being pantiless, she parted her knees open enough to flash me her panties again.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'She's deliberately flashing me her panties, her cleavage, and her bra.'

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No longer looking away on the pretense of embarrassing her and making her feel uncomfortable, unable to stop staring, I couldn't wait to masturbate over Miss Fortunato deliberately flashing me her panties, her cleavage, and her bra.

"Every time you get an A, I'll part my knees open enough to show you my panties," she said, parting her knees open wider.

I stared at her sheer white panties. I stared at her pussy mound. I stared at her camel toe. I stared at her pussy slit and what I could see of her brown, trimmed pubic hair through her panties.

"Would you like that," she asked?

She gave me a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"Would you like to see my panties every time you earn an A," she said, giving me a big smile? "With my promise of exposing my panties to you, would seeing my panties make you study harder?"

My mouth fell open while I continued staring at her exposed panties and her panty clad pussy. Suddenly, I felt like the pervert that I am staring at her panties in the way that I stared at my stepmother's panties. I felt like Harvey Keitel as George Baines in the movie, Piano, while he stared at Holly Hunter, as Ada McGrath's, cotton bloomers.

"Would you show me your bra, too," I asked while hoping that she would?

She smiled.

"Sure, I can do that," she said. "If you get an A, you may have your choice of me exposing my panties or my bra."

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Never have I been as sexually excited as I was now.

"I'm going to get dressed," I said standing to show her my stiff prick pushing out my bathrobe.

She stared at my erect prick bulging out my bathrobe before smiling up at me. With her already giving me her permission to undress and dress in front of her, daring myself to do so, as nervous as I was sexually excited, I untied my bathrobe. Then, as if I was a stripper on stage at a CFNM, clothe female and nude male, strip club, unembarrassed, unashamed, and without regrets, I slowly and sexily removed my robe.

In the way that my stepmother stared at my naked prick when I deliberately allowed my towel to fall in front of her, my tutor stared at my naked prick when I removed my bathrobe. In the way that I stared at her white panties, her cleavage, and her bra, she stared at my erect cock. Proud of my big dick, I looked down at my erection before looking up at her.

"I'm sorry but after seeing your panties and bra, I have an erection," I said. "I'm embarrassed," I said with a nervous little laugh while lying.

If I was anything, I was sexually excited.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said. "All men your age have multiple erections. If you didn't have an erection after seeing my sexy underwear, I'd think that there was something wrong with you," she said with a laugh. "With you having such a huge erection, if you should be anything, you should be proud."

Then, again, she said something else that I couldn't believe.

"After we get to know one another better and if you do well in your lessons, perhaps, you could masturbate for me. I'd love to watch you cum," she said.

Driving me crazy with her stares and with all that she said, she continued staring at my erect, naked prick.

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"I must say, Anthony, you have a huge penis. I've seen a lot of naked pricks but you have the biggest cock that I've ever seen," she said, staring at my cock in the way that I stared at her sexy lingerie. "You'll make some woman happy one day. You should be proud."

She continued staring at my engorged cock as if she had never seen a naked prick before. Then, once again, she surprised me with what she said.

"Have you ever measured it," she asked?

Feeling perverted for measuring my erect prick before, I smiled at her with pride.

"I have," I said.

She returned my smile with her smile.

"How big is it?"

I took my prick in my hand and lifted it as if offering it to her.

"It's nine and one half inches when erect and eight inches when flaccid," I said.

She looked up at me and smiled. Once again, not expecting her to say what she said, she sexually excited me by what she asked me next.

"Would you mind, if I felt it," she asked while leaning forward to stare closer at my naked prick while flashing me not only her panties but also her cleavage and bra again?

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I stepped closer to her and as soon as I did, she wrapped her manicured fingers around my engorged prick and took me in her warm and soft hand. Something I wished my stepmother would do, she squeezed my prick, and slowly stroked my dick, while looking up at me and smiling. Instead of getting dressed, no longer seeing the need to cover myself, I remained naked.

"You're so hard," she said with a big, sexually aroused smile. "I'm sorry but being a sexual therapist to men in their forties to sixties, the Viagra crowd," she said with a laugh. "As a sexual surrogate, and sexual relationship therapist, it's been a long time since I've seen such a big dick and felt such a hard prick."

Daring myself to ask her my question, I asked her what I wanted to know.

"Have you had sex with your patients," I asked?

She smiled.

"Yes, I've had sex with some patients when it was absolutely necessary but not all," she said. "I could lose my license. A private place where I know that I won't be recorded and blackmailed having sex, I only have sex with them in the privacy of my house."

I wanted to masturbate in front of her. I wanted her to stroke me. I wanted her to blow me. I wanted her to suck my cock and allow me to cum in her mouth.

I stared at her massive breasts through her blouse and her bra. Her breasts were as big as they were shapely. With her having already seen and held my naked prick in her soft hand, daring myself to ask her, I asked her my question.

"May I see your breasts," I asked while feeling that I needed to explain myself? "A breast man, I love seeing women's naked breasts, the bigger the better, especially older women, I have a thing for big breasted older women."

She laughed while looking down at her big tits before smiling up at me.

"Sure," she said. "Of course, you may see my breasts," she said. "Before I show you my breasts, tell me. Have you seen your stepmother's naked breasts?"

Suddenly, I felt like the pervert that I am to admit to her that I've seen my stepmother's naked breasts.

"Yes," I said. "I've seen her naked breasts. I've seen her bras in her lingerie drawer. She has D cup breasts," I said. "What size bra cup do you have?"

She smiled.

"I'm a double D cup. I love my big tits," she said.

She looked down at her breasts again before smiling up at me. Then, in the way that I lifted my naked cock up to her, she cupped her breasts through her blouse and bra in the palms of her hands and lifted her breasts up to me.

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"You've already admitted that you've looked through your stepmother's lingerie drawer. Correct," she asked?

Again, sexually excited by her question, I answered her truthfully.

"I have," I said.

She nodded her head.

"Tell me and be honest. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed. It's normally natural for a young man willed with excess testosterone to be sexually attracted to his mother or his stepmother, especially a MILF of a woman who looks like Francesca," she said while smiling at me.