The Tutor's Lesson
"Hmm..." No matter how many times I try to memorize the words, they just won't sink in. The tutor, the room—everything is the same as yesterday, but how am I supposed to focus on a book when the only thing that matters is how Vera is going to play her hand?
"It feels a bit warm in here. Would you mind if I opened the window?"
"..."
"Teacher? Is it alright if I open the window?"
"Oh, oh? Yes, yes. I feel a bit warm, too."
Whatever she was thinking about, Vera snaps out of her daze, looking startled. With neither the teacher nor the student focusing, there’s no way any real studying is getting done.
"Haa..." As I open the window, the cool night air rushes in. Summer is almost over, and the night breeze has grown quite refreshing. As I stare out the window, feeling the wind, Vera speaks up from behind me.
"Ed."
"Yes?"
"You don't seem to be able to focus, do you?"
"Haha, I am trying my best."
"Oh, come now. It’s written all over your face that your mind is elsewhere. It’s no use lying to your teacher."
Was it that obvious? I suppose I’m not very good at hiding my expressions when I’m studying.
"I suppose I’m having a bit of trouble concentrating today. Perhaps it’s because I haven't long finished dinner..."
"I suppose so. If it were like yesterday, you would have already memorized forty words by now."
Has that much time already passed?
"Since you seem unable to focus, Edward, I’ve been giving it some thought."
Suddenly, I feel something soft against my lower back. Vera has wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.
"It seems your sexual frustration is what’s preventing you from concentrating. Let me help you relieve it."
"No, suddenly... I really am fine."
"No, I’m saying this as your teacher. A student should listen quietly."
"But you said that lewd things aren't allowed, Teacher..."
"What I’m doing now is managing my student’s condition for the sake of your studies. This isn't lewd!"
Vera speaks with a somewhat pushy tone. Her voice is trembling strangely; unlike her usual self, she seems incredibly flustered. She fumbles with my pants, trying to pull out my cock, but she seems to be struggling because the belt isn't undoing as easily as she’d hoped.
"Turn around."
When I turn, I see Vera’s face, flushed a deep, bursting red. She’s stripped down to her undergarments. To think Vera would go this far. Even if she’s hypnotizing herself into believing this isn't a lewd act, she seems incredibly embarrassed by the very fact that she’s being so proactive. Has she never done this for her late husband?
'Well, she only has Monica.'
Since Monica is nineteen, that means it’s been twenty years since she last had intercourse. She might have done it since then, but seeing her fumble with my pants and touch my cock with such inexperienced hands, it’s safe to assume she’s been living a sexless life. Knowing that I’ve become the first man she’s ever aggressively pursued—not just out of love for me—is incredibly satisfying.
My cock, which was already half-hard thanks to Vera’s sweet scent, feels rock-hard under the stimulation of her small hands.
"You know you’re supposed to ask Monica for things like this, right? Since she isn't here, I’m just filling in for her?"
"I prefer it when you do it, Vera-teacher."
"Oh, you and your words..."
Quietly, Vera licks her fingers and begins to stroke my cock. I can’t finish here. I didn't come this far just to get a handjob. I desperately try to dull the sensation in my cock, but after not releasing for several days, it’s difficult. I desperately pinch my thighs and try to think of unarousing things. Sad thoughts... annoying thoughts... As I start to think about the things Monica did to me, it becomes a bit more bearable. If I finish now, I realize I’ll just end up married to her and suffering the same fate, and the semen that was about to surge forth retreats back inside.
How can I take revenge on that bitch? For the first time, I regret returning to the past. Because everything Monica did to me has been erased. Or wait—does this mean I can do the things I suffered back to her?
Thinking about my revenge on Monica helps me hold out for quite a long time. Who knew thinking about Monica would actually be useful for once?
Seeing that I haven't ejaculated even after much more time than before, Vera looks flustered. Nothing is going her way, and today she just seems to be in a constant state of panic.
"Is it not just your studies, but your speed of ejaculation that has slowed down as well...?"
"No, it’s just that my hand is no longer enough to satisfy me."
Because of Vera’s soft, warm hands, my thighs feel like they’re bruised from holding back my climax.
"Your hand isn't enough? Then what else..."
"It would be best if we could have full penetration, but if we’re only going to rub, shouldn't you at least use your pussy?"
When negotiating, always start with a high demand. That way, during the adjustment process, you’ll end up with your original goal. If I throw this out there first, we can compromise and settle for her breasts...
"Alright."
Huh? She’s agreeing to this right away?
"It’s too high up, so my... my vulva can't reach. Please lie down."
Vera lays me down on the bed. I feel like my brain can't keep up with the speed at which these events are unfolding.
"Are you really going to use your pussy?"
"You’re the one who asked for it, Ed. I can't do penetration, but I’ll rub it against you with my vulva. But you have to study hard in return, okay?"
As I lie on the bed, Vera naturally climbs on top of me. She tries a few different positions to see how to align her pussy with my cock, eventually settling into a woman-on-top position, facing me.
"Then..."
Vera begins to move her hips slowly. The thin layer of fabric covering her pussy presses against my cock with the weight of her body. Feeling the shape of her pussy through her panties makes it even more obscene. My cock, already pushed to the limit by the handjob, ejaculates on the spot.
"Haa..."
It didn't shoot out as forcefully as I expected. Perhaps because I didn't keep up the constant stimulation and took a break right before the climax, the volume was high, but it didn't come out in a powerful burst.
"Ugh, at this rate, my underwear will be soaked."
"...!"
Seeing me finish, Vera lifts her hips and peels off her panties entirely. I see the pussy I’d only ever imagined. It’s a beautiful shape, hard to believe she’s given birth to a child. Well-groomed silver hair grows in an inverted triangle above her pearl-like clitoris. As if no one has ever entered here, her pussy is tightly closed like a virgin’s, looking slightly moist.
'Did she feel it?'
"Don't look at it so..."
Vera straddles my cock again. She must be aroused, too, as I can feel the moisture of her vaginal fluid. Her tightly closed pussy opens halfway, swallowing my cock as if taking a bite from the side. I thought it rubbed smoothly when she was grinding over her panties earlier, but it must have been because she was already wet.
I speak to Vera, who is about to start grinding her hips again.
"Since you’ve taken off your bottom, why not take off the top as well?"
"It hurts if my breasts shake while I’m rubbing."
"I’ll support them well from below."
I reach out and cradle her breasts from underneath. Perhaps her undergarments weren't holding those voluptuous breasts in place well enough, as she wears an expression of immense comfort the moment I support them.
"Do you like these lumps of flesh that much?"
"There isn't a man in the world who doesn't like large breasts."
"...I heard otherwise."
"Yes?"
"No, I’m just embarrassed."
She’s showing me her pussy, yet she’s embarrassed about her breasts? What is she talking about? As I continue to knead her breasts through her undergarment, Vera finally takes off her top as well.
"Ohhh..."
A gasp of admiration escapes me. Freed from the pressure of the fabric, the flesh surrenders its full weight into my hands. At this weight, they feel heavier than most one-handed swords. They’re soft and wonderful to touch, though.
"Hnnng..."
As I lightly brush the nipples of the breasts Vera is grinding against me, a flushed voice escapes her. The reaction is so fun that I touch them a few more times. The pink protrusions at the tips of her large breasts are wrapped in areolas of a beautiful, perfect size—not too big, not too small. I want to suck on them, but the position makes it impossible for my mouth to reach.
Vera grinds away, swish, swish. Her pussy, so moist it’s practically overflowing, rubs against my cock with its soft mucous membranes. I can feel her firm clitoris constantly rubbing against the center of my cock. It isn't as strong as the grip of a hand, but the combination of Vera’s body weight and the sensation of rubbing against her pussy heightens my desire to ejaculate even further. I feel something boiling up inside me, as if I’m about to fire off a powerful shot this time. The speed at which Vera shakes her hips increases.
"Hnnngh!"
Splurt, splurt. Vera shudders on top of me and reaches her climax. At the same time, my semen fires out, flying past my stomach and landing on her chest. Hmm, if I hadn't finished earlier in this position, it would have hit her face, wouldn't it?