Tutoring with Ms. Mayberry and Esme

I had asked both Mabel and Esme to come over to my house after school to help tutor me. I wasn't the smartest student, but I figured getting the number one math student and the English teacher as my personal tutors would help me out. I also brought along Colleen. She was my girlfriend now, so I definitely didn't want her not to get just as much of the benefits of tutoring as I was.

We were all arranged around the dining room table, me and Colleen on the opposite side of Mabel and Esme, who were currently leaned over a mathematics worksheet.

"It's... rise over run, isn't it?" Mabel asked, staring at the worksheet. "I'm sorry, it's been so long since I've done this sort of thing. You don't use it very much in your daily life, even if it's important to learn."

"It is important. Your failure to learn it represents the failure of either the educational system, or you personally," Esme said, her voice just a bit sharp as she said it. Mabel actually looked a bit shamefaced at the comment, frowning gently.

I decided to give her something to distract her, just noisily unzipping my pants. "It's fine, Mabel. Esme's the best math student at the school. You can tutor me when we get to the English stuff. For now, you can take care of me the other way."

"Ah, alright, Sam," Mabel said, smiling warmly and slipping under the table without the slightest hesitation. I spared a glance down at her, and her eyes twinkled lovingly up at me as her dark lips pursed to kiss the tip of my cock. I just sighed and leaned back, running my fingers through her dark hair for a moment, before turning my attention back to the table - and finding Colleen and Esme both staring at me. Colleen was looking down at my groin, her hands clasped between her thighs as she fidgeted; Esme didn't have an unblocked view, but she sort of pursed her lips as she leaned forward, trying to crane her head to see where Mabel was working.

"D-do you want me to suck you off, Sam?" Colleen asked. "I'll do it if you want to, don't worry, my grades aren't as important as your pleasure."

I just patted her cheek. She was really eager to please; I worried a bit that she thought I might change my mind on her, but there was absolutely no chance of that. "Don't worry about it, Colleen. You're here to get tutored. You won't be able to learn much if you have my cock in your mouth, and I want you to learn."

She nodded at that, instantly accepting it and swiveling her head around to the worksheet, pulling it closer to her. She bit her lip nervously as she looked at it, and I let my eyes wander her sexy body. She was wearing one of the new tops I got her - it was a tight-fitting thing, not as long-sleeved as her new sweater, and it had plenty of underbood. She work it well, her breasts jiggling subtly whenever her weight shifted, her perky nipples visible through the fabric.

Esme spoke then. "Would you like me to join Mabel in fellating you, Samuel?"

"How would you tutor me if you were to suck my cock?" She actually seemed to consider the question for a couple seconds. "That's rhetorical, Esme," I said, as Mabel slowly slid her pink tongue along my cock, tracing out the shape of my cockhead with it for a long second, before flicking it against my slit. I briefly clenched my fists. "No, is the answer," I clarified. "Please, tutor us both."

"I see." Esme turned her attention to the worksheet for a second. "Yes. You must find the area indicated, which is most easily done by performing an integral, but that is not standard procedure at this level of mathematics. Instead, we are asked to manually transform the area into a trapezoid, with appropriate lengths for each side, and then calculate the area that way."

Esme kept lecturing, and I found it surprisingly easy to stay focused on her words, despite the fact that Mabel was sucking me off. It was probably mostly due to Mabel's particular style of blowjob: where Joan might have been frantic, facefucking up and down my cock, choking herself on my dick, Mabel was slow and sensual, simply enveloping my length into her throat before gently peeling back, my dick popping out past her lips for a moment before she sucked it back down, humming pleasantly at the taste and feeling of my cock in her mouth and throat.

I idly pet her as she worked with my off hand, making notes of everything Esme was saying. She was very precise, though sometimes I'd slip off her words because she was so... methodical in her speaking style.

"Ah, Samuel," Esme said, suddenly, as if remembering something. Her attention turned up from the math homework in front of her, to me. "As I will become your obedient and submissive lover, and hopefully one day your pet, it might be appropriate for me to call you by a deferent term, such as Sir, Master, or Owner. If you prefer that, or another one, feel free to tell me, and I will use it instead of your name, Samuel."

My cock twitched where it rested in Mabel's mouth, tip brushing against her palate, smearing a bit of precum there; it earned a quiet hum of approval at the taste from Mabel. I absently pulled her further down my cock, gently guiding her downward and plugging her throat up with my dick as I spoke to Esme. "I think that I like sir best. If anybody asks, don't mention my Pet Owner status. Just say that I asked you to call me sir, so you're calling me sir."

"That is true, Sir, so it will be easy to say that," Esme said.

"S-Sam? Would you like for me to call you something like that?" Colleen asked, seeming a bit nervous, leaning towards me with a trembling lower lip.

Mabel's tongue flashed along the underside of my cock, making me let out a quiet groan and just close my eyes for a second. Then I shook my head. "No, Colleen. I want you to call me Sam, even if you become my Pet, okay?" She smiled brightly at that, nodding quickly and a bit excitedly. "You already asked, and I already told you, remember?" She was so nervous about everything, it felt like. I understood that it was a big thing, being a Pet instead of a slave, but still. Mabel, Rachel, Esme, none of them acted quite like this, and I hadn't walked up to them and told them I wanted them to be mine.

"Sam," she said, breathing out the word like a sweet sigh. I kissed her cheek quietly, and Esme blinked a couple times at the show.

"Let me return to teaching you, Sir," she said, looking at the worksheet again.

I did my best to focus on Esme's words, as Mabel quietly serviced my cock. She was an exceedingly thorough fellatrix, humming gently around my cock, slithering her tongue this way and that, bobbing in these long, drawn out movements that were punctuated by a quiet suckling, her cheeks hollowing and unhollowing. Her hand would come up to gently fondle and play with my balls as she worked. She wasn't trying to be distracting, just quietly working me over, keeping me nice and hard the whole time that Esme was teaching, the constant pleasure becoming almost background to the words that Esme was saying as she explained math in her consistent, methodical pattern.

As we left the subject of math, though, Esme's ability as a teacher seemed to sharply decline. As she fumbled around on the subject of the assigned reading in English, Mabel greatly intensified her work, switching from the quiet bobbing of earlier to something frantic and hurried, hands brushing along my thighs as she bobbed up and down, staring up at me with big brown eyes, her dark hair splaying around as her body twitched and bounced. She'd occasionally simply hold herself down in my groin, her nose pressing against my pubes, her throat swallowing around my cock. Then she'd peel back and pop off with a wet noise, a bit of saliva trailing from her lower lip to my cock as she sat there, just breathing, before getting back into it.

It was very distracting, but fortunately Esme seemed to be really floundering as a tutor, if Colleen's expression was anything to go by. I wound up coming in short order, with Mabel holding my cock just past her lips and frantically jerking me off onto her tongue. When I was completely spent, she popped off and swallowed. "I am your English teacher, Sam. Maybe it would be better if I tutored you on this?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Esme." She instantly swiveled her head up from where she was squinting at her book, staring me dead in the eyes. "You can suck me now, while Mabel teaches."

"Ah. Very well, Sir," she said, making my dick twitch in the open air as she moved to crawl under the table and Mabel returned to her seat, dabbing at her chin with a napkin before turning down to the text, trying to reacquaint herself with it.

Esme considered my cock quietly, one hand coming up, fingers tenderly stroking it slowly. "In order to become a better Pet for you, Sir, I have purchased and studied several different how-to books on fellatio, but I have never actually performed it. Please tell me if I do anything wrong," she said, her blue eyes flicking up to mine for a moment. My cock twitched in her hand a bit, and her eyes instantly flicked back down to it. She leaned forward, drinking in my scent with long, deep breaths - then she wrapped her lips around my cockhead and slowly began to slide her way down my length. All the way down, her tongue was flashing back and forth on the underside of my cock.

Around the same time, Mabel figured out where to start on our English studies, so I mentally tuned into her words - or tried, at least. Mabel's blowjob had been slow and sensual, all loving and careful movements of her mouth up and down my length. Esme was not so restrained. Once she'd gotten into the hang of things, she quickly began to fuck her face on my cock, going so far as to place both hands on the back of her head to intensify her speed on my cock. Whenever I'd glance down at her, her eyes would instantly meet mine, suggesting that she was always staring up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, her grey hair swishing back and forth with each intense thrust downward around my cock.

It took a bit, for me to acclimate myself to her frantic pace and properly focus on Mabel's words. Colleen was probably getting more out of the tutoring session than me, because even if she spared the occasional longing glance down at my groin - she was just as horny as me, in her own way - she wasn't getting oral sex from a very enthusiastic fellatrix whose glug-glug swallowing of my dick was filling the room with sound.

Of course, around the same time that I managed to get used to Esme, she popped off my cock, stroking my spit-slick length. "Am I doing well, Sir?" She asked.

"You're doing great," I groaned, gently nudging the back of her head. Mabel had paused for a moment in her teaching.

"Thank you, Sir," she said, completely ignoring the nudge. "Is there anything in particular you would like me to do in terms of fellatio? The books I read stated that men enjoy a wide variety of things. They seemed to emphasize intensity and roughness, thus my choice of auto-irrumatio, but- mmf?" She seemed confused as I forcibly dragged her head back down onto my cock, making her take my cock in her mouth. Bright blue eyes stared up at me, and despite her diminished affect, it was very clear that she was confused as to why I had interrupted her.

"Auto-irrumatio is great for now. I'm busy right now, Esme, so just do your best and keep my cock in your mouth. I don't want to hear you talk unless it's to tutor me." Esme quietly nodded around my cock, accepting the crude words without hesitation, starting to forcibly fuck her face up and down my cock again, both hands on the back of her head to really add to the force when she'd grind down into my pelvis, nose mashing against my pubes. I sighed in pleasure at the feeling, and despite the way it seemed to sail totally over her head, now that she wasn't actively annoying me by interrupting my lessons, I felt a bit bad for how I'd phrased it. "You can ask Ms. Mayberry for tutoring later. If I'm not busy at the time, the two of you can do it hands-on. But these assignments are important, Esme."

She just quietly nodded around my cock as she kept on bobbing up and down my length, wet noises emanating from her throat as she swallowed up my length again and again, her pace on my dick getting more and more intense with each passing thrust. Saliva dribbled out over her lower lip, and I soon managed to get back in the groove of listening to Mabel as she painstakingly explained how to critically examine a text for themes, and got into the weeds on one book in particular as an example.

All the while, Esme kept going, with this frantic, overwhelming facefuck. When I'd occasionally glance down at her, her eyes would still be on my face (I later found that her books all emphasized eye contact, so she did her best to maintain it no matter what), her cheeks a little pink from the exertion, her big tits bouncing from the force of each thrust down my length. At some point, the situation got sufficiently arousing for her that she slid up her skirt and started playing with herself, letting out lewd little pants around my cock as she did. Sharp breaths through her nose seemed to echo whenever my cock wasn't in her mouth, as if she was desperately sniffing my cock in addition to catching her breath.

Whenever I came, she wouldn't stop fucking her face on my cock. My cum would wind up splattering against the back of her mouth, deep down her throat, and occasionally getting sputtered up and spilling out of her nose or down onto her chin. If I glanced down at her, she'd seem exactly as intent on fucking her face on my cock as she was when I wasn't coming, not even caring about the way she looked in the slightest. I'll admit, it was dead sexy, seeing the way her face became increasingly messy from the endless facefucking, as I stayed hard and she stayed sucking.

Esme came even more frequently herself. Even that didn't stop her facefucking, though: she'd just moan around my cock as she came, still pounding up and down, the noise getting cut off as her throat got plugged up and then coming out anew, creating this beautiful, stuttering noise of pleasure. There didn't even seem to be any change in velocity of the facefuck, as she reached the peak of ecstasy and the nadir of post-coital bliss. At some point she opened her blouse, revealing her big bouncy breasts to open air, and started openly playing with them, giving me a gorgeous view as her big round gravity defying breasts got mashed by her fingers.

Colleen would glance down at her from time to time, clearly wishing that she was the one moaning on my cock instead, but I really did want her to do well in her studies. Even if she became my Pet, I wanted her to be the smartest Pet she could be, the best version of herself she could be.

Mabel, on the other hand, was completely focused on her work, explaining the text we were reading, giving me advice on how to understand it, all kinds of things. I got the impression as she spoke that she'd just give me As if I said to, but she was currently doing her best to legitimately teach me. After all, if she did threshhold, she'd be going from teacher to Pet and not able to add any numbers to my grades.

In any case, when Mabel had pretty much wrapped up the English material we had to study, I finally peeled a messy-faced Esme off my cock. She just breathed quietly down there, half-naked, a complete mess from the facefuck. She didn't say anything, just remaining totally quiet as I held her there, staring directly into my eyes, sclera and cheeks pink, a bit of tears staining her cheeks, lips parted, cum coating her chin and upper lip.

I realized after a few seconds of holding her there expectantly, that she was still obeying my earlier order to be quiet unless she was tutoring me. "It's okay to talk now, Esme," I said.

"Ah. Thank you, Sir. Would you like for me to tutor you?" She started to move under the table, crawling backwards. "I am not as skilled at the sciences as I am at mathematics, but I am good at them, and given that Ms. Mayberry struggles with our math courses, it is likely that she will also struggle with our science classes, as science is heavily reliant on mathematics." She got to her seat and quietly dabbed her face, though she didn't bother to close back up her top, leaving her breasts spilling out.

"Ms. Mayberry?" I asked, earning an apologetic smile from Mabel.

"Yes... I'm not as good with the sciences as the humanities. I never was, even back in school, Sam."

"That's fine. You can just get back to sucking me off," I told her. She nodded and slipped under the table. Esme watched her go quietly, staring at the back of her head as her lips wrapped around my cock. "Esme. Tutoring time."

"Yes, Sir. I apologize, Sir," she said, as she collected the appropriate text books. "The books on fellatio that I read undersold how pleasant it was, Sir. Or perhaps your cock is exceptionally pleasant. In any case, I very much enjoyed sucking your cock. If you wish for me to do so at any future time, or circumstance, feel free to ask, as I will enjoy it very much myself, Sir."

My cock twitched a bit in Mabel's throat, and I just nodded. "Thanks for the offer. Now, the tutoring."

"Yes. Fisher's Principle is an interesting biological model, which unfortunately no longer applies due to the rise of Pokegirls, but explains the antebellum near-even distribution of sexes in many species with birth-determined sexes, and the way that apparent human children still maintain this fifty-fifty ratio..." She began to lecture, while Mabel just kept lovingly sucking me off.

It was a fantastic study session, all in all. When it was finished, I saw Mabel and Esme off, then took Colleen up to my bedroom to fuck her brains out on the bed. She came extra hard, watching other girls suck me off apparently having gotten her really pumped up.