Blair Becomes Aggressive

Blair has been attracted to her tutor for a decade. At age 18, she finally decides to act on her sexual urges.

Part One

I had been a substitute teacher for not quite a month before I decided that career was not good for my mental wellbeing. Don’t get me wrong: I enjoyed teaching. What I couldn’t abide was the staggeringly large percentage of disrespectful kids who were making the experience a daily hell for me and their smaller group of peers who actually wanted to learn. The final straw came one afternoon when, for no apparent reason, an unruly seventh-grade male angrily emptied an overflowing wastebasket onto the classroom floor as he departed the room. When I left the school not long afterwards, I made a detour into the office to inform the powers-that-be to remove my name from their contact list as I’d no longer accept any further substitute teaching assignments. I had had enough.

This sudden career change forced me to expand my small sideline of private tutees to make up for the lost income. I had been giving private instruction to students for about five years. It was almost always done at my house, but occasionally it occurred at the student’s home, or at a public library. I was amazed how rapidly my group of students expanded. Word of my service spread quickly. I established a good reputation as an “old school”-type instructor who had the gift of explaining topics in math, English, geography and social studies so that most anyone could understand the concepts. If a student truly wanted to improve, I was a solid choice to be his/her tutor. What I did not expect was an occasional fringe benefit. The first one’s name was Blair.

The phone call came one night at about 7:30. A concerned mother needed academic help for her daughter, Blair, an eight-year-old in the third grade who lived on the other side of the city. Mom insisted Blair was not a stupid child; however, she was seemingly unmotivated. Could I tutor her for an hour per week at my home? Certainly, I said. A specific day and time slot was chosen.

I first saw Blair—a cute, petite, brunette—a few days after that initial phone call. She was a little shy at first, clinging to her mother as we chatted for the first time in person. Blair was included in the conversation, too—a good stratagem to let the pupil know she is not just a third party. I told Blair’s mom that she was welcome to observe all the sessions, but she declined. She said she’d return in an hour. After a few moments, Blair was visibly less nervous than when she had first arrived. She eagerly followed me to a downstairs area of the house where I had set up a table specifically for tutoring. It had pens, pencils, erasers, rulers, colored pencils, and lined paper. An assortment of children’s literature plus a thesaurus and dictionary were on shelves not too far away. One chair was positioned on each side of the table.

Blair had brought some schoolwork to do—mostly math problems and some spelling words to master. We got along splendidly. Time flew by. We got to chatting about her family. She told me she was the youngest of four girls. (Blair had no brothers.) Such was the gap in age between the oldest sister and herself that Blair was already an aunt. Her niece was a mere three years younger than she was!

On schedule, Blair’s mom returned. Her smiling daughter happily showed her the sheets of completed homework. Mom, very satisfied, paid my fee and told me Blair would return at the same time next week and every week thereafter. I lingered near the door long enough to hear Blair gush, “Mom, he’s really nice. I like him so much!” She emphasized the words “really” and “so”, as girls her age often do. It was a very positive and flattering start.

The next week, Blair and her mom knocked on the door again. “Blair couldn’t wait to get here!” Mom informed me.

I replied, “That’s terrific! I’m happy to see Blair, too. She had a great attitude last week. Let’s hope it stays that way!” Mom smiled and concurred.

This time Blair ran to her seat and produced more homework sheets from her backpack. When we finished them in under an hour, I amused Blair with some old-fashioned games I had collected over the years—the type that would have been in people’s parlors at the turn of the 20th century. We were engaged with a peg-and-board logic game when a loud knock came. It startled us both. Blair ran up the stairs to open the door. She told her mom she did not want to go home just yet as she was having too much fun!

“I’d love for you to stay for hours, Blair, ” I kindly told her. “But I have another student coming here in a few minutes. We can resume next week, okay?” She pouted and nodded. What a sweetheart!

“You have a satisfied customer, ” her smiling mom informed me, not specifying whether she meant herself or Blair. It was very likely both of them.

Part Two

The next week I noticed Blair had a bit of a devilish look in her eyes. We began with her homework as we had the earlier two sessions. After about ten minutes, she glanced toward the rest of the room. “Do you always do your tutoring at this table?” she asked.

I said, “Yes, Blair, I do. Why do you ask?”

“There’s a big couch in the other half of the room. We could sit there together!”

I immediately understood that Blair wanted to sit beside me rather than across a table from me. I had to say this was flattering to my male ego, but I pointed out, “Blair, the only table by the couch is a very low coffee table. It would be a little bit awkward.”

“Let’s try anyway, ” she insisted.

“Well, if you say so, Blair. You’re the boss, I suppose.”

She giggled slightly as she picked up her assignments and carried them about a dozen feet away to the large couch. When we resumed the session, Blair was seated about three feet away from me. By the time we were done the session, she was seated about three inches from me, occasionally—and not accidently—brushing into me from time to time. She had a smitten look in her eyes which I found endearing. Blair obviously had a big crush on me after just three hours of one-on-one private tutoring.

For the next two years, I’d prepare for Blair’s 60-minute session at the tutoring table, but we’d almost always end up seated on the couch before the session concluded. Not far from the couch and coffee table was a carpeted floor and a gas fireplace that I seldom used. One day when Blair was about ten years old, she asked if the fireplace worked. When I said yes, she asked for a demonstration, so I turned it on low. She liked what she saw. “This is great. It’s so cozy, too!” she gushed. “Can we sit here tonight?”

“There’s no table here, ” I pointed out.

“Most of my homework tonight is just reading, ” Blair noted. “We don’t really need a table for that.”

“Okay, I guess you’re right, ” I conceded.

Blair hurried over to the fireplace, sat of the carpet, and motioned where I should sit. This girl was becoming aggressive. I have to admit I liked it. She opened the novel her class had just been assigned and positioned the book between the two of us. We took turns reading paragraphs.

Part Three

Blair's flirty behavior continued for several years. Once, when 18-year-old Blair arrived for her weekly session, I asked if she wanted the fireplace turned on, as it was becoming the norm whenever the whether was even slightly chilly. Blair surprised me with a firm “no” and pointed at the couch instead. She must have some writing to do tonight, I said thought.

“How are you feeling tonight?” she asked me with an odd tone in her voice. It was the type of question I might expect if I had been recently ill. However, I’d been perfectly healthy for months, so I was a little bit puzzled by Blair’s query.

“I feel wonderful, ” I stated.

“Hey, so do I!” Blair responded with unusual enthusiasm. “I feel really great! Super, in fact.” She gave me a wicked smile as if she was trying to say something without really saying it. I soon found out what it was.

We were seated in our normal spots on the couch. Blair pulled out the latest reading assignment from her teacher. I opened it up to the place where the bookmark was and volunteered to read the first paragraph. I don’t think I got more than three lines finished when Blair gently took the book from my hands, set it on the table, and then suddenly launched herself at me! She wrapped her arms around my chest, rubbed her right cheek against mine, and said unabashedly, “I want you! Hold me!”

This development—ten years in the making—caught me completely off guard. I was startled but not taken aback by Blair’s romantic aggression. This was not an unpleasant turn of events at all! I gently pushed her backwards a few inches just to look at her smiling, desirous face.

“Well, ” I managed to say. “I suspected something like this would happen someday, Blair. Let’s do it!” I glanced at the clock on the wall. Blair’s mom was due in 58 minutes.

I kissed Blair gently on the cheek, then on her forehead. Blair responded by doing the same to me, clearly copying what I did. Then we hugged more tightly. As I started to break the passionate embrace, Blair pleaded, “More hugging!” I laughed and said, “Okay...okay...more hugging.” I took the opportunity to rub Blair’s back with my hands. She was clad in a sky-blue t-shirt with a fairy-and-unicorn design on its front. Blair was a nicely proportioned young lady at that point in her life. She was proud of her figure...and knew how to use it well

I broke up the hug and then resumed kissing her. I started with her cheeks and forehead and steadily moved to her neck and ears. These parts I kissed slowly which visibly aroused Blair. She then started kissing my cheeks. I took the lead again by kissing her on the lips over and over. The last kiss lasted for about half a minute. I absolutely did not care that this girl was many years my junior. I decided to take this as far as I could! Blair was wholly compliant and was loving every moment of what she had started.

When I stopped the kissing, Blair, not surprisingly, uttered, “More kissing!” I laughed at her order and said, “Blair, honey, we can continue kissing or take it another step further. Do you want me to make love to you?”

“Do you mean with our clothes off?” she asked me with an excited tone in her voice.

“Well...yes. Blair, it’s whatever you want to do. I just want to please you tonight.”

Blair quickly nodded and looked anxiously toward me for further instructions.

“Great!” I noted. “Just start to get undressed, Blair. Take your clothes off but leave your bra and panties on. I’ll strip down to my underwear, too.”

There was a footstool near the couch. Blair sat there and followed my instructions. She promptly stopped disrobing when she was down to her soft pink panties and sexy beige bra. I was now dressed only in my briefs. I saw an odd look of concern on Blair’s face and asked her if there was a problem.

“I haven't done anything like this before, ” she sadly declared. "I don't want to make any mistakes with you."

"Blair, honey. This isn't a spelling quiz. You'll do just fine, " I assured her with a restrained chuckle. I promptly dropped my underwear to the carpet to show her my fully erect penis. “Sweetheart, you’ve got my dick as hard as a rock!” And she did. In all my 43 years, I had never had a stronger erection. I knew I was going to give Blair a mighty fucking! A large smile covered her face. I had a similar expression on mine.

I romantically gathered Blair into my arms and gently carried this seminude princess back to the couch to begin our love-making. I told her she was beautiful—and she was. I slowly undid the clasp of her bra over her head and tossed it cavalierly to the floor. Blair instinctively started to put her hands in front of her nipples, but I said, “No, honey. Let me have a close look at them. They are so beautiful to me.” I felt my penis jerk up even more.

Blair was lying on the couch in her panties with her back slightly elevated on some pillows. I positioned myself so I could gently lean on her. I caressed both of Blair’s nipples simultaneously with my thumbs. They got hard very fast. “Ooh, I love those beautiful tits of yours, Blair, ” I told her affectionately. Without saying another word, I leaned forward to suck on the right one while continuing to fondle the left one. Then I switched sides. I then did something I also enjoy doing: I stood up so I could rub my erect penis across Blair’s lovely breasts. Blair giggled. “You may laugh, ” I told her, “but my dick enjoys this immensely. I may come all over them.” I wasn’t sure if the inexperienced Blair knew enough about sex to understand exactly what I had just told her, but I knew she had taken it as a compliment. She sweetly smiled.

I sat down in front of Blair and gave her a long romantic kiss. When I broke it off, I informed her, “I bet you have a gorgeous pussy, Blair. I’m going to lick it until you come.” I had to refocus our love-making to pleasuring her because I was getting the unmistakable signs that I was going to ejaculate. It was far too early for me to climax. I wanted to enjoy this absolute sweetheart for as long as possible before shooting my load. I gently put my hands on Blair’s hips and slid those pink panties down her legs. I paused for a moment to kiss the crotch of the garment as I dangled her underwear between us. Blair laughed at my bit of silliness.

Blair retook her elevated leaning position, not quite knowing what to expect. Her pussy was slightly hairy but it was still gorgeous to behold. I would have been content to lick and finger it for hours. I immediately put my face directly on it and treated it like a popsicle for a good three to four minutes. Blair was happily moaning. I knew she was enjoying herself as she placed her hands at the back of my head and ordered, “Keep licking!” I did, but I also took the middle finger of my right hand and slowly inserted it into her now very wet vagina. When I started sliding it in and out rhythmically, it put Blair over the top. She had a noticeable watery ejaculation—very impressive for a sexually inexperienced female. “Good girl, Blair!” I proudly exclaimed. I quickly lapped up her sexual juices.

“Wow, that felt amazing!” Blair told me while panting. “So...what was that?”

“Blair, you just had an orgasm. Good for you, ” I explained. That was obviously a new term and experience for this wonderful girl. “It means I brought you to the peak of sexual excitement...and I just did it with my mouth and finger. Your beautiful, tight pussy responded by ejaculating a liquid stream. Now it’s ready for what’s coming next.”

I didn’t make any further small talk. I simply announced, “I’m going to slide my penis in there and make you and me both feel really good.”

Blair then surprised me with a comment that came completely out of the blue. She said, “I don’t think that’s fair.”

“What?” I asked with a concerned tone, thinking for a moment that Blair was going to put a stop to our sexual adventure. “What do you mean it’s unfair?” What’s unfair?”

Blair pleaded, “You made me feel so good just now. Is there anything I can do by myself to make you feel good, too?”

What a doll, I thought. I wasn’t going to ask Blair for oral sex or even a hand job. I wanted to simply fuck her tight pussy and be happy with that. But since she brought up the subject...

“Well, ” I began, “every normal male on the planet loves it when his girl gives him a hand job, blowjob, or both.” I could tell by the quizzical expression on Blair’s face that those two concepts were foreign to her. “Let’s start with a hand job. It’s the easiest to show you and any girl can do it to her boyfriend.”

I guided her hands to my penis and told her to explore it as much as she pleased. (“I really, really wanted to touch it when you rubbed it against my nipples, ” Blair confessed.) Within a short time, she had begun rubbing my shaft with her right hand and caressing my balls with her left hand. I reached up to fondle her left breast, but I stopped short when I remembered she wanted to focus solely on pleasuring me. After a few minutes I said, “That was wonderful, Blair. If you did this very much longer, I’d have definitely climaxed; I’d have come in your mouth for sure. Want to try fellatio now?”

Blair had never heard of that word, so I explained it was just a fancier term for a blowjob. I warned her, “I guarantee I will come if you do that to me very long.” She smiled as she sat up. I stood up and gently aimed my dick into her waiting mouth. I told Blair to be gentle and just lick the head of my penis to begin with. She did for just a few seconds—then she started to put it further into her mouth. I knew this could not go on much longer without an ejaculation happening, so I pulled out and honestly informed Blair, “I don’t want to blow my load of sperm into your mouth—yet. I want to make love to you with my dick.” Blair gave me a look that she was unsure of the next sex act on the agenda. “Blair, ” I said firmly but affectionately, “I am going to fuck your brains out.”

I laid Blair back onto the couch and spread her legs open. This was going to be a classic missionary fuck on a sexual novice. At that point, my mind ceased to function rationally. I mounted Blair and slid my dick into her waiting vagina. There was no blood nor painful screams. Perhaps she had lied to me and had had a sexual encounter with a classmate or a neighbor before. (I later learned Blair decided to experiment with sex after secretly watching her second-oldest sister and her boyfriend fuck. One day Blair had curiously borrowed that same sister’s dildo and took her own virginity by accident. That was about seven years before our tryst.)

Anyway, I slid my dick inside this desirable girl and let out a soft moan of pleasure—as did Blair. As I began to slowly thrust my manhood back and forth inside her pleasure hole, I said, “Blair, you are one gorgeous sexpot.” I meant it. The fact that she was a longtime pupil, whom I was quite fond of, made the whole unexpected carnal treat more exciting for me.

I wasn’t going to last long engaging in this taboo bit of coitus. I tried to delay the inevitable with a bit of conversation. I asked Blair, “Do you want me to come in your mouth, on your face, on your titties, on your stomach...” but I never got the chance to complete the question. My orgasm came—and it came hard. It was one of the strongest cum shots I’d had since I began puberty. I fired three or four shots of jism into Blair’s beautiful pussy.

I slowly pulled out. There was still a string of cum dangling from my penis. I figured Blair needed to experience cum in her mouth, so I ran my finger over my still hard dick and told her to open wide. I put my finger in. Blair kind of grimaced at its taste. Hey, it’s not for every girl.

I checked the clock and saw we had exactly 14 minutes to get dressed and look like we hadn’t just had a wonderful 44 minutes of carnal bliss, but instead had been dully working on grammar exercises. Somehow, Blair and I combined to beat the deadline and look innocent.

I was paid as usual for my tutoring by Blair’s mom, which seemed like a gigolo fee under the circumstances. Blair let her mom leave the house a few seconds before she did. She gave me a passionate kiss and whispered that she loved me. I said, just as quietly in return, “I love you too, Blair—especially that gorgeous pussy of yours. My dear, that was truly a wonderful fuck!”