by Gars Méchant
I was just too tired. Satisfied, but tired.
Chapter 10
Tutoring
I spent most of the week in recovery and planning for our final two classes, to the point that Chris, the shift manager, asked me several times if everything was okay.
The last time I finally asked, “Yes, I’m fine. Do I look bad?”
“No, just checking to see if grinning like an idiot was normal for you.”
“Screw you, old man,” I told him affectionately.
“I’ve got a wife to take care of that, but thanks for the offer,” he replied.
I got back to work, but kept planning in my head. I hardly believed that I had been so lucky that weekend, and I wanted my luck to continue, if it was at all possible.
Last Sunday was unbelievable, I considered, to the point that I’m sure at least one of the girls won’t be back. I mean, I’m not that lucky. Heck, I hope I’m lucky enough for one of them to return on Saturday!
In any case, I need to be prepared. What would work for dinner for four? Goldilocks has already had my pizza, and we had fried chicken last Sunday. Beef? Pork? How about fish? What about the side dishes? How about the center piece? And drinks? All of those thoughts and their close relations marched through my head every day that week, at work, or in my garden, or at night as I stayed awake too long and too late.
I only saw Goldilocks once that week, on Wednesday. I was in my garden, weeding while deep in thought, when she ran over.
“I just got home,” she explained.
“Good! Do you need more tutoring?” I asked, smiling.
“Hmmm! I wish! No, I’m going to be busy this week. I have finals just about a week away, and I need to study.”
“That’s fine,” I said. “Hey, how are Maricela and Lisa? Are they okay after Sunday?”
“Oh, definitely! We were talking about you last night.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but kind of in code, so nobody else knew what we were talking about.”
I laughed at that. “So are you all going to be here on Saturday?”
“Definitely! Nothing could keep us away!”
“Good!” I said as I looked up at her, feeling relieved.
She finally broke the silence by asking me: “How is the garden coming along?”
“Just fine. It’s not done by any means, but it’s progressing well.”
“Um, hmm,” she said, looking at me.
I stood up. “Is everything okay?” I asked her.
She thought for a moment before answering: “Can we go inside? I changed my mind. I need some more tutoring or I’m not going to be able to study!”
“Sure, your vibrator is inside, and you can go ahead and use my bed,” I said, hoping that she would suggest more.
She obliged. “Could you help me? I like it more if I’m not the one doing it.”
“I believe I can,” I said with some confidence.
“Only, we need to hurry. Mom won’t be gone long.”
“Okay,” I told her as we hurried inside.
She ran upstairs, and as soon as she was in my room, she started to strip naked as I watched.
“Where did you put my vibrator?” she asked without looking. “Let me get it,” I told her, and I fished it and her lube out of a dresser drawer and tossed them on the bed.
She turned to face me as she unhooked her bra, and noticed I was still dressed. “You too!” she instructed, and she started to work at my pants. “Certainly,” I replied. As soon as we finished getting my clothes off, she kissed me hard, holding me close.
“What’s next?” I asked her when she broke the kiss.
“How about we start just like last Saturday?”
“I can work with that,” I told her. She sat down on my bed and I got behind her and started to kiss her on her neck as I massaged her breasts. She started to moan and turn her head to give me better access. But she didn’t want to go slowly. She took one of my hands off of her breast and moved it between her spread legs, and I could feel how wet she already was. I started to gently massage her clit, and she pushed my hand onto it, urging me to be more vigorous, and I started to slide it between my fingers, and occasionally I forcefully, but not stingingly, slapped her pussy with the flat of my hand. She moaned loudly with each slap. I finally pushed a finger inside her, and then another, and I began to finger fuck her.
I was plunging my fingers into her with power, pushing into her, and she was moaning with the effort, eyes closed in lust. She gently moaned out: “I want more! I want more!” I started to get the hint that she meant she wanted more than just my fingers. I looked around the bed and saw the vibrator that I had tossed there earlier. I took it in my hand and was holding it against her thigh.
I kissed her from her shoulder to her ear, and whispered in her ear: “I’ve actually never used a vibrator on anyone before.”
“It’s easy,” she whispered huskily as she placed her hand over mine. “I’ll guide you.”
She led me to trail it inside her thigh, and to rub its length over her clit. “Now turn it on,” she quietly directed. “Oh!” she involuntarily gasped as the vibrations tickled her. I kept it powered at a low level as I ran it over her clit. She took her hand away from mine to let me control the action, turned her head, and started to kiss and suck on my ear and neck. I got the message and turned my face to her and she immediately locked her lips onto mine, mouth wide, and started to suck on my tongue and lips.
She tried to reach behind her to take my cock in her hand, but she couldn’t do much more than grip me from that angle. She was obviously enjoying the way I was using the vibrator on her from the moans and gasps that she made between kisses, and the way she gyrated her shoulders back into me, but I couldn’t do much with the angle, and when she again said: “I want more! I want to feel it!” I decided to slip to her side and lay her down on my bed on her back. She took advantage of the better position, and started to jack me off as I continued to work on her pussy.
I enjoyed not only the better angle she had on my cock, but also the better view of her pussy it afforded me. Her lips were glistening wet from the attention I was giving them. It was clear she had no need for the tube of lubricant; she had enough of her own to do the job. I spread her lips with my fingers and saw her clit standing out, throbbing and waiting for attention. I started to circle it with the tip of the vibrator, and she moaned lustily as I did. “I want more!” she repeated, and she put her hand over mine to guide it to the opening of her vagina.
She looked me in the eye as I held the running vibrator at her opening. She spread her lips wide with her free hand, and asked me: “Please! Push it into me!”
I looked into her face as I did as she asked. As soon as it started to enter her, she closed her eyes and moaned, loudly and lustily.
She stopped pulling on my cock until I had the vibrator all the way inside her. After leaving it there for a moment, she seemed to remember my cock and started to tug at it again. I started to slowly pump her with the vibrator as she jacked me off, and I quickly noticed that she was jacking me a bit harder, and just a bit faster than I was fucking her with her vibrator. I experimented with fucking her faster and harder with the vibrator, and as I did, she started to tug at my cock with the same rhythm I was using on her.
I was enjoying looking at her on the bed; spread eagle, a vibrator stuffing her full, covered in a sheen of sweat, and moaning lustily. I would have liked to take my time with her, but I doubted that we had it. I decided it was probably time to bring her to orgasm, and from the lusty sounds she was making, it wouldn’t be that hard. I started to fuck her harder and faster with her vibrator, and she started to lose her concentration as she approached her orgasm, letting go of my cock and gripping the mattress as she was sucking air. A thought crossed my mind, and as I started to give her a few really hard and fast thrusts, I bent down and closed my mouth around her nipple and started to suck on it. Almost instantly she pushed her hips off of the bed and ye
lled out her orgasm.
After her orgasm was over, I took my mouth off her nipple, and she took my cock in her hand and started to pull at it again. She started to make kissing motions with her mouth. It didn’t take long before I was shooting my cum all over her pert breasts.
She lay there, breathing hard, her golden mane a halo around her head, milking the last of my cum from my cock and onto her chest.
“Thank you,” she said. “Now I’ll be able to study!”
“Good!” I told her while panting from the exertion of cumming. “I want you to pass your classes.”
“How am I doing in this one?” she asked.
“I’d say you’re at an A+++…+,” I reassured her. “++,” I added.
“Excelent!”
“At least,” I said.
“Did you know your testicles pull up right before you shoot your cum?” she asked.
“Um, yeah. I’m aware of that.”
“I didn’t notice that on Sunday. But that means I need to clean up,” she said, scooping some of my cum off of her chest with a finger and licking it off before sitting up.
“Washcloths are in the closet, on the…”
“I know where they are,” she told me with a mischievous wink, and I was satisfied to watch her stagger unsteadily into the hallway to get one before heading into the bathroom to wet it down and clean up.
I quickly cleaned myself off and dressed, and she met me downstairs a few minutes later.
She put her arms around my neck and held me closely, kissing me gently and possessively.
“Thanks again for helping me out,” she said with a smile.
“You’re welcome,” I told her. “Same!”
She saw the wall clock over my shoulder, and started. “Is that the time? Oops! I have to go.”
I asked her as she disentangled herself: “So, I should expect all three of you on Saturday?”
“Oh, you bet! I wouldn’t miss it for anything, and neither would Mari or Lisa!” she reaffirmed. “We all want to see what you have cooked up.” She laughed at her unintentional joke, and added: “Literally!”
“Good,” I said as she started to leave. “I’ll be ready for you.”
I watched her head down the walkway, turn and wave with a smile as she walked backwards a few steps, and I waved back to her before returning to my garden to clean up. I had to hurry, since I didn’t have much time before work.
But I got there on time, and Chris asked me again about my “idiot grin!”
Chapter 11
Eating Sexy
On Saturday, Goldilocks arrived a full half-hour before our scheduled time. I had to leave the kitchen to answer the door, and I found her wearing tight jeans, a short, clingy, white halter-top that clearly showed her nipples, and she had her hair up in a ponytail.
“You’re early,” I remarked. “And you look beautiful. Come on in!”
“Thank you!” she replied. “You’re sweet!”
“I have to get back to dinner,” I mentioned as I headed into the kitchen. “You can make yourself comfortable.”
“I’m comfortable here,” she said from behind my shoulder. “That smells good.”
“I hope so!”
She watched me stir-fry for a bit. I figured she wanted to say something, but hadn’t figured out how.
“I haven’t mentioned our tutoring session from Wednesday to Lisa or Mari,” she said.
“And you don’t want me to say anything?”
“Yeah. I’m not sure how they would take it.”
“I wouldn’t expect them to have any problems with it, but you know them better than I do. I won’t tell them. It really isn’t any of their business anyway, is it?”
She hugged me from behind, and kissed my neck with an “Argh! Mmpf!”
“I take it you’re happy?” I asked.
“Mmm-hmm!”
“Good! Can you help set the table?” I asked her, and as she got the plates out, I checked the oven. Dinner would be ready right on time, which was good, because the other two girls arrived promptly at the appointed hour, and Amber showed them in.
I looked at the newcomers from the kitchen as Amber welcomed them and they chattered and giggled together. Lisa wore her hair loose, and was wearing white pants and a loose blue blouse with a plunging neckline that emphasized her cleavage. Maricela had her hair framing her pretty, heart-shaped face in loose curls, particularly accentuating her brown eyes, and was wearing a short pink skirt that ended just above her knees with a matching blouse that was more demure than Lisa’s, which was somehow just as provocative for displaying less skin. Quite frankly, from my vantage point, all three were differing definitions of pure loveliness.
Tonight I prepared grilled Tilapia fillets, stir-fried vegetables, long grain and wild rice, and a raspberry tart for dessert. Several fresh bouquets of fragrant flowers were strategically placed around the room adding to the atmosphere.
Lisa took one look at the spread on the table and said, “Ya know Rob, you’ll never get rid of us if you keep feeding us like this.”
“Oh my. What will I ever do with three attractive women always in my house?” I said, feigning horror.
“Well, you could, like, train us how to have sex with you, you know,” suggested Goldilocks, laughing.
“Considering how you feed us, you should say ‘three fat women,’” said Maricela.
“Mari, I haven’t eaten like this in my entire life. If you say anything that could jeopardize my gourmet food supply bad things will happen,” threatened Lisa.
“It wasn’t a complaint. I was just trying to say that Rob is a very good cook,” Maricela explained.
“Ladies, let’s not fight over this food. Let’s just enjoy it and get on to other matters! I do believe that we are here for something other than the food, am I right?”
“Maybe,” Lisa said, “but not necessarily.” A look of realization suddenly flashed across her face before either of the other two girls could correct her. “Oh wait! I get it now! The food, the flowers, the sex! This isn’t a class instructing us in how to be a good lay; this is a class in how to throw a Roman Orgy!”
“You know, I really hadn’t thought of it that way, but you may have something there,” I said. “Oh, great. Now I’m curious, and I’ll have to research Roman Orgies.”
“Well, I do know of one way to shut me up,” Lisa said as she sat down at the table.
“I can think of two, but let’s not argue,” said Goldilocks as she took her seat.
“I agree,” said Maricela. “Let’s eat!”
“How did studying for finals go?” I asked Goldilocks as I took my seat. “Any idea what your grades will be?”
“Studying is going well,” she said with a dark look. I guess I had gotten too close to spilling our secret for her comfort. “As far as grades, swimming is pretty much a done-deal. English is probably going to be an A, thanks to your help last week. Statistics is probably going to be an A or a B.”
“And how about your class? And how was work?” I asked Lisa.
“Oh, Calculus will be an A. As for work, it’s retail. You re-rack clothes. You restock. You deal with customers who think they're God's gift to shopkeepers,” she replied.
“Okay. So how was taking care of your niece and nephew this week?” I asked Maricela.
“They're fine,” she said, but there was a noticeable cloud crossing her face. She didn’t elaborate, and she changed the subject at any subtle probing on my part.
“Hey, guys…” Goldilocks said, breaking up the conversation before I dug myself further into a hole.
I saw she was making motions with her tongue toward the vegetables before putting them into her mouth and moaning loudly and theatrically around them.
“Eating sexy now?” Lisa asked.
When she stopped chewing, Goldilocks replied, “I figured it was time to start taking things up a notch!”
Clouds gone, Maricela took a bite and did more or less the same, adding in a flirty
kiss at me.
Very quickly all three girls were obviously trying to outdo each other, and for the rest of dinner, I found it impossible to keep up my part of the conversation from the distraction.
Chapter 12
Lathering Up
After we were finished, I started to clean up the dishes, but Lisa took them out of my hands.
“I didn’t really like leaving them for you last time,” said Lisa. “It was a huge mess for you, and you showed us so much last Sunday.”
“Wow, I really wasn’t expecting this. I considered doing the dishes just part of the service,” I explained.
“Well, we’ll take care of them this time,” said Goldilocks.
Lisa carried them to the sink, and handed them to Goldilocks, who washed them, and gave them to Maricela to dry.
“It won’t take long,” Maricela said, “then Charades!”
“Not this time. I decided that we should all take a shower before proceeding. Any problem with that?” I asked.
“Not at all,” said Lisa.
“We’ll have to go two at a time. The shower really isn’t big enough for more than that,” I explained.
“We know,” laughed Goldilocks as she finished the last fork. ”We tried!”
We all went upstairs, with me following the girls up. We took our clothes off in the hallway, the girls using hangers I left out to keep their clothes from getting wrinkled, and went into the bathroom. I made sure I was last so I could admire their wonderful figures as they walked in without seeming to leer at them. I’d set out towels for everyone. Maricela started the water and nodded when she thought it was ready.
“Why don’t we cycle through?” I suggested. “Lisa and Goldilocks first.”
“Just like last week,” Lisa said.
“It sounds like I may have missed out on Sunday,” I remarked.
“Yes, you did,” she replied.
“That was our fault,” Goldilocks replied before getting into the shower. I heard both Lisa, and Goldilocks scream as they entered the stream of water.
Goldilocks pulled back the curtain and looked at Maricela. “Couldn’t you set it warmer?”