Tutoring Surprise

Sexpectations — the ideal and the reality

Newly arrived Swedish student requires tutoring in English  — on the Uni noticeboard.

A foreign student — I pictured a Scandinavian blonde, very tall, perfectly toned, sexy blue eyes and massive but flawlessly proportioned hooters. 

I tore off the attached mobile number and surreptitiously removed the rest. Hell, I wasn't having any competition; this potential dream girl was all mine.

Of course, I rang her number immediately, hoping to get an instant reply.

Wow, what a damn intriguing accent. 

I pictured — Nordic Alpine fresh nubile. Fiords. Skiing. Saunas. The last image, bubbles and suds with a lithe, busty blonde and me — engaged in soaping and snogging.

I got her details. 

She was Ingrid, nineteen, and she needed to pass an ESL test in three weeks. 

No problems, I said: I was an English major doing my Masters on Malcolm Lowry. 

She said Malcolm, who? 

I didn't elaborate.

She wanted to meet me and get organised straight away. She gave me her apartment address, which was near the main campus.

God, as I raced up three flights of stairs, frickin quick: I thought: I love my mobile — it was like a pussy scouting device. 

A solo guy's wingman.

As I was knocking on her door: I don't know: I just thought I would take her instantly like in some old Swedish Porn flick. 

How I got to shaggin her on a reindeer rug; I just would. My face was destined for a smothering in huge soft tits.

I visualised her glowing complexion as she moaned repeatedly as her body pushed down and up off my cock. I visualised a smorgasbord of flesh: a rosy, flushed orgasm; she was cumming. I released a wad over her tits.

I heard her coming to her door.

A female opened it.

A redhead. Curly and longish — but tied back. Short and plump. Glasses and freckles. 

She invited me in. 

I masked my disappointment in her physical appearance as best I could.

I castigated myself — Guys and their ideal woman. 

Fuck national stereotypes. 

Screw Swedish Porn!

I self-honoured my phone agreement. A tutor — it looked like I'd be tutoring her. 

She had plenty of arse under a knee-length heavy skirt: as I followed her slowly into the small apartment.

I was surprised when she suggested we have a drink together. She offered me a shot of Aquavit. 

Top-quality alcohol. Booze, a love of booze we shared in common, and liquor got us talking as she knocked back her glass in quick style. 

We both liked pubs, clubs and a good nosh-up.

Ingrid stayed friendly and chatty, and her English was better than she thought. 

I knew the standard ESL test she aimed to do, and I was sure she would do well. I suggested that she probably didn't need a tutor.

Squirming on the faded, lumpy sofa.

She offered me another shot and a glass of cold beer as well. 

God, the lass could drink. 

She was recharging my glass after I sculled it, trying to, but I couldn't keep up with her. She would be hard to match in any drinking games.

The best part of the contents of a high-proof bottle and a couple of beer chasers were warmly inside the pair of us. 

Her reasonable English now had a more than cute accented slight slur. 

My vision had slight fuzzes: she was both young and female, and I made a pass at her.

It was really stupid, actually. 

"Do guys make passes at you with your glasses?" 

I mentally cringed.

"Hell no," she said: "I wear contacts when clubbing and let my hair down."

Her hair was suddenly loose and had a rich natural flouncy softness. She looked okay. 

A few drinks and your judgment!

"Look, I saw your obvious disappointment in my looks — but trust me — I can make up for it — where it counts," said Ingrid.

Her mouth tasted alcohol sweet as she engaged me in hot kissing.

Her hands knew the vital male territory, and my pants and boxers were down. 

My pecker was upstanding under her flexi upbeat, massaging grip. 

Yep, just enough alcohol to feel ready for any pussy, a nice warm cock enclosing mouth and maybe some arse — if I was lucky.

My hand was under her skirt. The material was lined and weighty. Her knickers, her panties, her underwear; well, that was a surprise she had none on. 

My fingers were straight into her crinkly, profuse pubes and her slitty wetness. A lush moisture was seeping between my finger joints. I was fondling her coochie very fast. 

Ingrid was fondling my cock to happiness even more rapidly.

"Oooh," she crooned: "I bet you like pussy…hot…warm pussy…in a fur trap."

"Yeah, Yeah," I managed as she tugged my pecker to perfection. 

The just-right grip. 

A sensational clench-and-jerk action.

"Yeah; faster yeah, perfect yeah, oh yeah like that baby, good; do that again," I asked as she molested my balls flawlessly and teased my arsehole.

"Mmm," she went as I found her arse crack and slid a finger deep into it; pure male preoccupation with penetrating everything. 

I had two fingers deep in her pussy slash, too, at the same kinky time.

She was ready for something substantial in her holes when I eased a second finger into her tight rear slot. 

I was hoping for an arse and being alcohol brave and going for the destination my cock loved but didn't get enough of; awesome butt crack.

We hit the flesh-to-flesh incessantly seeking moment. 

We were ceaselessly and intently delving indecently into each other's buttholes. 

Alcohol and bodily lewdness make a perfect combination.

I had to lick her arsehole. 

I just had to. 

Though I detoured to spread her beaver mound to see her wet pinkness and taste and lick her pussy out. Ingrid was sweet —sticky, gooey, tacky, girly secretion sweet.

As I manoeuvred without any tact directly to her butt, she didn't stop me. 

Great, Great, Great — I thought. 

Yeah, males are simple to please when they are allowed access to the hole of their accute fixation.

We were joined and preoccupied as a pair: at her arse. 

My tongue virtually stuck deliberately in her adorable puckered butthole.

"Ugh! Ugh!" she moaned. 

A little pink indentation. But capable, I realised, of gigantic swathes of pleasure for her and me when kinkily aroused. 

Ingrid was more than happy to enjoy her arsehole get busted. Her arse was infatuated with my tongue.

My tongue built an unremitting connection with her pink internal back door rawness. I was prodding so deeply. Her butthole really gaped. 

"Hngh! Hngh!" she groaned.

Gawped for my tongue. Spit drizzled in. 

My tongue tip buried in her petite, alluring crack. 

So tight, yet so happy. So sensitive and slowly, beautifully, yielding space, getting relaxed by the minute: for my cock.

She was writhing and pushing her butt into my tongue, and her arse cheeks seemed to surround my face. 

She had plenty of cheek to share.

"Cock," she said: "I want big powerful dick in pussy — now!"

Ingrid was spread-eagled. 

I mean fully splayed. 

Her private girly lips popped open between her furred line thighs. She looked cavernous and ravenous. Her legs were up and back. 

She wanted it deep and was positioned to take cock as deep as it would go.

I was in her beaver pelt, and fuck, I wondered if I had even pummelled so deep in a girl before. 

I was manic thrusting. It was wild, unremittingly pleasure for two.

"Ooh! Ooh!" she screamed in joy.

Man, she was uninhibited. 

She salaciously reverse-cowgirled herself over my cock. 

Her pussy looked overfilled and crammed jammed with my hard cock, her pink arsehole just ever so slightly opening as she eased her body away from my rod and then slid right back onto it.

We could hear our togetherness, the squelch of our genitals shaping together, the excess lubrication that was so enjoyable.

Even more enjoyable was her dirty talk: "You fuck me; ram cock into me; watch your dick in pussy."

Mmm, I thought her English was fine. 

Maybe she needed refinement, but she had the basics. 

Just who was tutoring who here?

"Ram cock in butt; hammer butt, "she gasped between her humping and grinding.

Well, Ingrid wanted her arse hammered. 

I hammered it like I was Thor. 

Her butt; I fucked her tushie back to Scandinavia, fjord deep. 

I was like a berserker full of an energetic unrefined earthiness as I buggered her. 

Her arse and body bent over the arm of the sofa. The more indecently I shoved my cock into her, the more she squirmed in enjoyment.

Her arse was on fire under my volcano!

"Uugghh! Uugghh!"

Her cute butt hole was cracked wide, stuffed and creamed. 

She loved it. My cock was delighted.

Ingrid offered me a nightcap. 

Yeah, I sculled it. She sculled hers.

Ingrid was looking good, super good, as we headed for her bedroom.