Bethany's Breathtaking Pussy

After more than 30 years of being a private tutor, I, Scott Armstrong, never cease to be surprised by what can happen on any given day. I am often astounded at what students don’t know. (I once had a pupil ask me if the American Air Force had played a significant role in the War of 1812.) Sometimes it is the reverse and I am pleasantly shocked at what they do know. (Another student was a self-taught wiz about the Second World War. He could easily recite the names of all five beaches where the Allies landed on D-Day.)

More predictable is the behavior of my tutees. Those who are talkative from Day One will usually remain garrulous for as long as they are my clients. On the other hand, those who are naturally shy tend to remain tight-lipped for the duration. Any sudden change in a student’s deportment is a major surprise. It certainly was in the case of Bethany Brydges, a girl I tutored at her home for about five years.

I was hired to help Bethany with reading comprehension and the mechanics of writing coherently. She was about 18 years old at the time our sessions began. I dealt with her mother who was employed as a nurse at a city about an hour’s drive from where she lived. Depending upon her shifts on any given week, Mrs. Brydges, a divorcee, seemed to have about a 50 percent chance of being home when I dropped by for Bethany’s scheduled sessions. On those days when she was absent, her live-in boyfriend was the adult who was present to greet me and make sure that Bethany was ready to begin her tutoring session at the appointed hour.

Bethany was certainly a pleasant girl, but she seemed very reserved. Because of her quiet, introverted nature, I often had to instigate general chitchat with her. She never gave me much trouble, but she was not exactly one to share what was on her mind. Generally, I prefer students who are slightly on the chatty side because they are more likely to admit when they don’t understand something I am trying to teach them. Therefore, I never expected too much in the way of conversation from Bethany beyond what was absolutely necessary during the 60 minutes I’d spend with her on my visits.

That first year of tutoring, when Bethany had just turned 18, she was at least an average-looking girl, a brunette with short-cropped hair who was probably taller than a typical female in her class. She had a pleasant, burgeoning figure on her, but she seemed to have no outward interest in boys. I once heard her complain to her mother that she was miffed that a male classmate had told her that she was “hot”. When Mrs. Brydges tried to explain to her daughter that she had received a compliment and the boy was probably smitten with her, Bethany screwed up her nose and uttered, “Ooh, yuk!” I thought to myself, “This girl doesn’t seem to have much interest in the opposite sex yet.” Later, I found out that she definitely did, but it took five years. Then without any warning whatsoever, her sexuality at last ignited. All of a sudden 19 year-old Bethany Brydges became attracted to me!

One Saturday I had a 9 a.m. session with Bethany. Her mother was working that morning. Jeremy, the male of the household, said hello to me and then disappeared into the rec room on the lower floor to watch TV, which was very typical of him. Bethany was wearing a flannel nightgown. (I’ve always been amazed at how many of my students are still in their pajamas when I arrive for morning tutoring gigs on the weekend.) We sat at a circular table in the kitchen as was our usual custom. It was an absolutely ordinary tutoring session until Bethany did something quite extraordinary.

About 20 minutes into our hour, with a naughty expression on her smiling face, Bethany quietly said to me, “Look here, Scott!” She slid her chair back about a foot so I could have an unobstructed view of her. Then Bethany very casually lifted up her nightgown to reveal that she had no underwear on! To say this was unexpected behavior from the quiet Bethany Brydges whom I had known for half a decade would be a huge understatement. I had had a few amorous female clients in my tutoring history, but none was ever as shy as the one who now was openly displaying her lovely juicy delicious genitalia to me in her family’s kitchen.

For a second or two, as unlikely as it was, I considered that Bethany may have accidentally revealed her pussy to me, but that thought was promptly dispelled. This was a deliberate attempt to show me her most womanly asset. I got more than a quick glance. Bethany began to give me something akin to a private sex show. She sensually fingered herself while looking at her vaginal area. Then she shifted her attention to how I was reacting. She went back to examining her crotch before giving me a sexy smile. The climax of this enjoyable show was when she used both hands to spread her pussy lips apart. To me, this could only mean one thing: It was a tacit invitation to eat her and fuck her! Unbelievable!

I knew I had to say something, but it took me a few seconds to find the appropriate words. “Wow, Bethany,” I finally said in a whisper. “You certainly have a beautiful pussy. Thanks for showing it to me, but you better cover yourself up right now.” Then I winked at her. I hadn’t lied. Her vagina was quite appealing. It had just a touch of fine pubic hair surrounding it. It was utterly desirable!

Bethany slightly shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “Okay...for now!” and put the hem of her nightgown back below her knees. Somehow, Bethany and I got through the remaining 40 minutes of the tutoring session as if nothing had happened. As I was leaving the Brydges’ house, I looked back at Bethany to see that she was giving me a sexy, girlish wave. Again, this was something totally unprecedented as Bethany was not one to linger. Usually, once her session had officially concluded, Bethany would abruptly scamper off to some other area of her house.

When I got into my car, I replayed in my mind what had happened as I could scarcely believe that I had been so sexily flashed by a horny, 19-year-old, exhibitionist girl. I, a 41-year-old bachelor, simply could not get the image of her young and gorgeous juicy pussy out of my mind. I was aroused! The moment I got to the privacy of my own home, I yanked down my trousers and jacked off to the taboo thought of fucking that beautiful pussy of hers! I launched a large cum shot into a paper towel within a minute or two.

My next tutoring gig with Bethany was three evenings later—a Tuesday night. Her mom was home and was within eyeshot of us for the full hour. Bethany was fully clothed and, under those circumstances, did not dare put on a repeat performance. However, when I arrived four days later on the Saturday morning, Bethany was clad in her flannel nightgown again. This time it was only about two minutes after Jeremy went to the lower floor when Bethany lifted it above her waist. Again, she was wearing no panties—and again she sexily began fingering herself with great gusto. It was more intense this time as Bethany added a few sensual moans to her performance.

Bethany was well on her way to working herself up to an orgasm. She asked me between groans, “Scott, do you like what you see?”

“Of course I do, Bethany,” I replied in a soft voice. “You have a perfect pussy. I’m totally turned on right now. I’d love to pull down my pants this minute and do lots of sexual things with you—but we just can’t. For one thing, Jeremy could come up the stairs any moment and catch us in the act. That would be bad news for both of us—especially me.”

Almost on cue, I was proven right. We could both hear Jeremy ascending the staircase. Bethany quickly tugged on her nightgown. It was back in its proper place by the time Jeremy had reached the kitchen. I was glad I was seated in such a way that my erection could not be easily seen. “I need my morning coffee,” Jeremy noted as he turned on the electric kettle. Then he said to us, “Don’t let me interrupt you.” Of course, he unknowingly already had done just that. That short interaction apparently killed Bethany’s sexual desires for the rest of that hour as she provided me with no more glances of her sexy nether regions.

The following Saturday morning, Bethany’s mother was again working. However, we caught a break when Jeremy opened the front door to let me in and he discovered a notice hanging from the doorknob. It said the parcel he was expecting from a courier company was now available for pickup at their business office located at the other end of town. “This is important. I’m going to collect this package right now,” he said to us. “I expect to be back about ten minutes before your session ends. Are you both okay with that?”

Bethany eagerly—perhaps too eagerly—replied for the two of us, “Yeah, Jeremy. That will be fine.” His back was turned away from us so he couldn’t see Bethany pointing excitedly at her crotch—a clear signal for what I could expect the moment the two of us were in the house alone. Within about a minute, Jeremy had donned his jacket, strode out the door, and had driven away on his personal errand. Bethany looked out the window to make certain that Jeremy’s auto had turned left at the intersection. When it definitely had, she happily informed me, “There won’t be any tutoring this morning, Scott. Let’s just go down to the rec room and fuck!”

Bethany led the way. She sat down on a black leather couch and removed her nightgown completely. Not only wasn’t she wearing any panties, Bethany had no brassiere, either. Her lovely perky tits bounced whenever she moved even slightly. Geez, I loved the youthful sight of them! Realizing we had only a short window of opportunity to satiate our carnal pleasures, I disrobed as quickly as I ever had in my entire life. I had an erection the moment Jeremy’s car had left the driveway to collect his package, so Bethany got an immediate look at my package—which I always thought to be somewhat impressive. She was not the slightest bit demure as she declared. “I can’t wait any longer, Scott! Shove that thing in my pussy right now.”

I had to laugh at that brazen order from an obviously horny 19-year-old young woman. “Whoa! Slow down, Bethany!” I advised. “Believe me, I want to do this as badly as you do. But I insist on licking your beautiful pussy first. Hey, I’ve been fantasizing about that for two weeks now. Then I’ll give it a good fucking! I promise!” She nodded her agreement with my plan.

Bethany reclined with her back in the corner of the couch. She spread her legs wide. I instructed her to start to finger her pussy precisely the same way she had done it in her exhibitions for me the previous two Saturday mornings. After about 30 or 40 seconds, I told her, “That’s enough, Bethany! Damn, you are one sexy darling. Let me at it!”

I advanced with alacrity, and placed my face on Bethany’s lovely bush. I wasted no time putting my tongue into action. I vigorously licked her pretty pussy while I used my thumbs to spread it wide and to occasionally stimulate her clit. Bethany obviously enjoyed it, based on her delightful moans and her ongoing commentary. “Oh, yes! That feels so wonderful! Keep licking it, Scott! Never, ever stop!”

In less than five minutes, Bethany attained a sloppy orgasm which appealed to my taste buds. I always enjoy pleasing females this way. Getting that reaction from an aroused 19-year-old vixen is even better!

Realizing I had completely ignored Bethany’s luscious titties, I corrected that horrible oversight. I fondled them aggressively too, until her lovely nipples were firm. When that was the case, I licked them thoroughly, too. Being a male who had long been fixated on women’s breasts, I could have played with Bethany’s set for hours on end without ever getting bored with them. However, time was of the essence. I glanced at the clock on the rec room wall and realized that about one-third of our hour had already elapsed. “We better get on with our fucking,” I suggested. “I want to drop a load of cum into your gorgeous pussy before Jeremy gets back.” Bethany nodded her agreement.

Bethany smartly slid further down the leather couch so I could more easily mount her. Without much subtlety, I carefully positioned my stiff dick in front of her pussy’s hole and shoved it in roughly. I am usually very romantic about these types of things, but I could sense the clock ticking. I heard Bethany groan with pleasure, so she hadn’t minded my directness in how I approached the matter. I literally rammed her seven or eight times, driving my dick as deep into her vagina as physically possible. I knew I wouldn’t last long at this pace, but I really didn’t care. I just had to fuck my sex friend—and do it quickly. The next time—and I was sure there would indeed be a next time—I silently vowed to be a much gentler lover with this precious girl.

“Come inside me, Scott. You don’t have to pull out,” Bethany assured me. “I’ve taken a pill. I won’t get pregnant. Fire away when you’re ready!” Five or six thrusts later, my aroused phallus complied with an absolute gusher—one of the strongest ejaculations of my life, and probably the most pleasurable of them all. I truly wished I could have left my penis inside Bethany and tried for a second volley of jism, but that was plainly impossible because of the ever-present time factor.

Not long after my last drop of semen had escaped my softening dick, Bethany and I both hurriedly prepared for Jeremy’s eventual return to the house. Accordingly, we hastily cleaned ourselves, tidied up the moisture on the couch with paper towels, got dressed, and then headed back to the kitchen table. We gave ourselves ample time as Jeremy did not return home for another 15 minutes. I put that bonus time to good use by putting my hands down the top of Bethany’s nightgown so I could lovingly fondle her wonderful, sensuous breasts while telling her how beautiful and sexy she was. When Jeremy walked through the front door with a parcel under his arm, Bethany and I put on a convincing show that we had spent the previous 50 minutes in our chairs going over the proper uses for semicolons.

One sexual escapade was obviously not enough for the two of us. We never did have full intercourse again, which was a crying shame. However, on those weekend mornings when Mrs. Brydges was working at the hospital and Jeremy was holed up in his usual downstairs dwelling place, we often took breaks from tutoring to do something sexual in the kitchen. Bethany always wore her flannel nightgown because it could be removed and put back on easily, or at least be lifted to expose her eye-catching crotch. Sometimes I would perform cunnilingus on Bethany while she gave off feminine whimpers. Other times I would give her appealing boobs a good fondling and sucking. I learned that the risk of us getting caught in the act—which luckily never happened, despite a couple of close calls—gave our sexual encounters a high degree of excitement.

Bethany was always willing to try something new when it came to our sexual fun. The first time she performed fellatio on me I was not adequately prepared for the intensely glorious sensation. Despite her apparently being a complete novice at blowjobs, Bethany’s obvious skill and passion at orally stimulating my steel-hard shaft was superb! Unfortunately, I became overly excited very quickly. My all-too-fast ejaculation sprayed long ropes of jism in three different directions. It was easy to find and clean up the prominent glob of my goo that struck Bethany’s nose and right cheek, but it took some careful searching for us to see where two other strands came to rest. One was dangling from the kitchen counter; the other had created a pool beneath the refrigerator. Slightly exasperated, Bethany declared, “Next time, Scott, just cum in my mouth, then we don’t have to worry about cleaning up this mess.”

“You are a very practical young lady,” I told her. “You’ve got yourself a deal!”

The very next Saturday I did just that—after managing to control myself for five or six minutes of having my favorite sex buddy joyfully suck on my rod. Bethany didn’t let a smidgen of it go to waste. She happily and enthusiastically swallowed every drop of my hot semen and contentedly licked her lips when she was done! What a terrific sex buddy I had!

“Hey, that wasn’t bad!” she informed me in a matter-of-fact tone. “But I think you owe me about three sessions of nothing but pussy-licking as payment for my doing that for you.”

About a month later I received the sad news that Bethany’s mom had accepted a senior nursing position at a major metropolitan hospital located about 80 miles away. Commuting to work was no longer feasible. That meant the Brydges family would be moving away and, in all likelihood, I would never see them again. I insisted on one final tutoring session--totally free of charge--after which I would drive Bethany to a local ice cream parlor for a goodbye treat. After we ate our sundaes, when we got into my car for the drive home, Bethany surprised me by grabbing the keys to prevent me from starting the ignition. I didn’t have long to wonder why she had done that.

“Pull down your pants and let me give you a farewell blowjob, Scott,” she said with the following explanation. “Hey, you paid for the ice cream treat. It’s only fair.”

I was no fool; I gladly acquiesced to Bethany’s sexy request. She dropped below the car’s dashboard so she could not be easily seen by passersby. Then my excellent lover started to work her oral magic on me. She stopped for a moment to say, “This is the last time we’ll ever do this, Scott, so make sure I get every drop when you shoot your big load of goo into my mouth. Your cum tastes way better than any strawberry sundae ever could!”