Team Tutor

Team Tutor

Sharon has always been a smaller woman at 5'3". In her college days, she would have been petite had she not been shaped like Kim Kardashian before the Kardashians were a thing, and Sharon was all natural! Even then she was curvaceous with a large round ass, wide hips, and a tiny waist. Her C-cup boobs suited her perfectly with dark, silver-dollar nipples. She had dark brown, almost black, shoulder length hair and large brown eyes.

She was as beautiful as she was a handful to deal with. Raised in a small town by parents who doted on her, she just knew she was a prize. She wore her southern belle and Baptist sensibilities on her sleeve, ready to criticize girls who didn't behave appropriately. Privately, she was eager to be sexually active, however earnestly she professed her guilt at having those thoughts and after each act.

As a 19-year-old college sophomore, that internal tension led her to break up with her first serious boyfriend. Having whined to him about causing her fall from grace numerous nights after begging him to ravage her, she ultimately and ironically decided that she was in her sexual prime and shouldn't be tied down to a single lover. It was now or never, and she cut the boy loose so that she could cut loose! She had a few dates over the next few months, but it didn't lead to much more than some heavy petting, a couple of one-night stands, and sex one drunken night with one of her old boyfriend's pals.

Things changed in her junior year, when a hulking guy walked into her Poly Sci class and sat beside her, barely able to squeeze into the desk. Sharon didn't need anyone to tell her that the football team's starting center was going to be in her class and sitting right next to her two days a week! If there was anything she loved as much as judging other people and being fucked, it was college football, and she knew everything there was to know about every player on the team. She was determined to get to know this big fella but was too star struck to do more than bat her eyes at him or "accidentally" hike her skirt up to show more leg a few times.

Matt first noticed her after she'd spoken up in class a few times, obviously having read the textbook or at least paid attention to the professor. After class the second week, he nudged her as they walked down the hallway, "Hey there, pretty girl. You sure seem to get this stuff."

Sharon took a sharp breath, thinking in a panic, Don't say anything stupid! She looked up at him sweetly and said, "Oh, Matt. It's not so hard, mostly common-sense stuff."

"You know my name?" he asked, surprised.

She answered without missing a beat, "Of course. Who wouldn't? Most important part of the O-line! You should have started more last year!" She cringed after blurting that out.

He nodded, "Yeah, right?! I think so too! So, uh, I don't have a tutor for this class like I do the others for some reason. Think you could give me some help? I don't really have time to read all this stuff, and the homework doesn't make sense to me."

She blushed and giggled like a high school girl, "Why I'd love to help one of our champions! My name is Sharon, in case you don't know."

He stopped and wrote on a piece of paper. Handing it to her, he said, "Alright, Sharon. Here's my room and phone number. You know where the athletes' dorm is, right?" She nodded and he asked, "So, we have a lot of film stuff to do after dinner, and I can't really meet up until 9pm. Is that ok?"

She smiled and batted her eyes, one hand pressed to her chest, "Sure that's ok. I'll finish my other homework earlier and meet you there... and of course I know where your dorm is! Want to meet on every class day to stay ahead of things?"

"Sounds cool. I'll see you tonight, then, and thanks," he said, pulling her into a friendly side-hug, her head at his chest level.

She almost skipped back to her dorm, excited to spend time with a real, starting football player! She spent the next several hours laying out clothes and trying to decide what to wear, finally deciding to wear her outfit from class and try not to seem too eager.

Her heart was racing as she walked into the dorm - the place where all the team's legends from the last 20 years had lived! It was still racing when she knocked on his door. Already open, it swung further open, and she saw him propped up on his bed, back against the wall and watching TV. He was wearing a team T-shirt and gym shorts.

She already knew that he was a big boy, but he looked even bigger dressed like this. Although he was thick around the middle, his arms, legs, and neck looked like tree trunks, and his chest looked like a bull's. Sitting the way he was, she could also see right up his very loose shorts to what appeared to be an impressively thick package resting on his thigh.

Surprisingly agile, Matt jumped up, turned the tube off, and said, "Oh, hey Sharon! Thanks for coming! Where do you want to do it?"

"Oh my," she said, fanning herself in mock embarrassment. Batting her eyes and laughing, she said, "I thought we were just going to study, or I would have dressed for the occasion."

He stood and blinked. Realizing his accidental double entrendre, he then eyed her up and down, checking her out for the first time. Nodding his head, he said, "That does sound like a good way for me to pay you back for your help, now that you mention it. I might be kinda big for a pretty little gal like you though."

She pulled a textbook and notebook from her backpack and said nervously, "I'm sure I can help you with your homework no matter big you are. Why don't we go through the homework assignment for Thursday?"

Matt pulled a chair next to Sharon as she talked through the assignment and how she planned to answer each question. It didn't take long for her to realize that she was just going to do the assignment while he watched, then write a second, mildly different version for him to copy in his own handwriting.

As she concentrated on her writing, he enjoyed the view down her top, which hung open as she leaned over the desk, her boobs also hanging down and bulging around the tight bra cups. He looked down at her hips to see that her skirt was hiked up from sitting with one leg tucked under, showing a lot of smooth, white thigh. His musing about whether her little body could handle him woke up his cock.

Sharon finished writing out his homework, putting her pen down with a flourish, and looked over at him with a satisfied smile. He leaned back in his chair with a smile of his own drawing her attention to the obvious and unusually large tent in his gym shorts from his erection. She did a doubletake and took a quick breath. Snapping her eyes back to his, she said, "Oh my, someone really enjoys his study time!"

"I guess you're just a good tutor, little lady," he said with a chuckle while running the fingers from one hand through her long, dark hair. "I think it's time for me to show some appreciation, don't you?" he asked. His bear-like paw grasped her neck gently but immovably, turning her face to his as he leaned down and kissed her. She froze, and when his tongue dipped between her lips, she parted her lips only slightly, still unsure what to do.

He pulled more insistently on her neck, prying her mouth open with his tongue as it made its way in. Defenseless to stop him, she gave in to kissing him back, half-heartedly at first then more deliberately, determined to let the presumptuous big fellow know that she knew what she was doing. Feeling her tongue now responding, his other hand was between her legs and up her skirt in a flash. He had spread her thighs apart and was stroking her bush through her panties before she could react. Sharon gasped and jerked back from his kiss, one hand holding his wrist as she said breathlessly, "Wait, wait. This is too fast! We haven't even been on a date yet!"

"A date? It's football season. I can't really go on dates until the season's over. They keep us way too busy," he explained. Matt's hand was now massaging her labia firmly through her panties, and he asked, "If we just need a date before we take this further, then why doesn't tonight count?" He pulled her closer and kissed her again, his large middle finger now pressing her panties inward.

She wriggled back from his hand and said, "Wait, wait. I'm not saying no or never, but not like this. I didn't think we'd do this tonight!"

He pushed his chair back with his feet, then turned hers toward him with the hand between her legs. Still holding her head facing him, he said calmly, "Me neither, little lady. But you can't blame me. Look at you, with that big ass of yours and your tits looking so good. And you can see for yourself that my friend here likes it!"

She started to answer, but he interrupted her with another kiss as he stood, lifting her out of her chair. He held her up with the hand between her legs, her ass above his waist and her legs wrapped around his thick mid-section. Still kissing her, he walked to the bed, bent forward, and laid her on her back.

When he let go, she pushed her way up the bed to the headboard, shaking her head, "Wait, Matt, wait..."

He pulled his clothes off in what seemed like a single motion. All 285 pounds of lineman stood rippling in front of her, an erect shaft the size of her arm hanging and curving upward, the dark purple head didn't look like any she'd ever seen it was so huge.

Matt gently pulled her back to the end of the bed by her ankles. As he did, her skirt slid up to her waist. He grinned as he pulled her panties off, and Sharon laid there, wide-eyed. He raised her to her feet by her hands, pulling her blouse over her head after she was standing, and she crossed her arms across her chest. He chuckled and turned her to face away as he removed her bra, then unzipped and dropped her skirt.

He reached both hands around her, taking her breasts in each and squeezing, half of his enormous cock now jutting over her right shoulder. She whispered, "Matt, we can't... Not like this."

"It sure feels like we can," he said matter-of-factly, pressing his hard shaft against her back. He asked, "You're not a virgin, are you?"

Indignant, she answered, "No! I know what I'm doing! I just think..."

Her held her head again, turning her to face him and bow her head as he stuffed his cock into her mouth, cutting off what she was saying. She gasped again but found herself licking the slit in the head. Tasting salty precum, she recoiled, not being a blowjob-kind-of-gal.

"Hmmm. I know what you need," he said, picking her up and laying on his back with her on top of him, his cock now pressing against her swelling clit. Before she could say no, he lifted her by the hips and sat her on his face, his tongue diving instantly between the pink lips into the very wet slot between them.

"Oh my, Matt!" she squealed, rubbing her pussy down his face in response.

She couldn't turn off the thought that his tongue felt as thick as the last cock that she'd allowed inside her, and she loved how it swept the walls of her pussy. She propped her arms on the wall and rotated her hips into him as his huge hands pulled her down by the hips. She struggled to speak, but managed to squeak out, "It feels like you're fucking me with your tongue! Yes!"

Matt lifted her from his face and slid her over his large belly and sat her over his shaft. Her legs were spread wide, straddling him and pinning his shaft against his body with her pussy. Looking down between her legs, Sharon saw the head and half of the meaty shaft jutting out in front of her. She shook her head and whispered, "There's no way!"

With very little effort, he flexed his hands, sliding her up and back on the shaft. She closed her eyes as his cock massaged her clit and lips, coating him with the wetness that oozed out of her. He lifted her and positioned her pussy over the head, then eased her down, all the time with Sharon shaking her head.

The head had only spread her lips apart when she let out a yelp, "Oh my God, it's too big! Wait!"

Smiling, he lifted her, pulling the head partly out then lowered her over it again. He repeated that motion a dozen times, each stroke lowering her a tiny bit more. When the glans broke through with a jolt, she yelped again, "Oh wait, you're inside me! No! Oh my god, it's too big!"

Still smiling, he said, "I'm not inside yet, little lady. But I will be. Just you wait." He relaxed his grip on her hips, and her body sank lower, the shaft plunging in several inches before she caught herself with her legs. She was already breathing hard, when he gripped her hips again and pulled her down, driving in deeper.

"Ahhhh! Oh, wait! Oh, fuck!" she yelled.

He pulled back out a bit, then back in, deeper still. They kept at this for round after round, and just when she thought there couldn't be any more of him left and certainly no more of her to fit him into, he went deeper. She looked between her legs as her bush touched his, then shot a look at him with her mouth open in shock. He rocked her on his cock as he grunted, "That's right, baby girl. Now I'm inside you! Now it's time to yell fuck, 'cause that is exactly what I'm going to do to you!"

Sharon took a deep breath and closed her eyes as Matt plowed his enormous cock deep insider her, lifting her and dropping her again and again. He slowed his stroking, and she opened her eyes to see him smiling. She took over, impaling herself over and over, his hands now free to massager her breasts. She leaned into his hands, and he squeezed more firmly.

Her pace picked up and she hissed, "Pinch them!"

Her head went back with a yelp as he did what he was told, pinching the tips of both nipples hard. He pulled her down by her nipples and kissed her, bucking his hips up and fucking her harder, her ass slapping loudly against his muscular thighs.

She rolled off and onto her back, saying urgently with a wicked grin, "Come on, fuck me hard!"

He spread her legs almost into a split to fit himself between them, her black bush framing her still yawning and inviting pussy, then drove his cock in until his balls slapped her ass. He started slow, but seeing her enjoying it, he went faster until he was pounding his meat into her, and she was moaning and grunting with every drive.

Matt rammed himself in balls deep, groaning like an animal and held his cock against her cervix. Sharon's body jolted as she felt hot cum bursting into her. She'd only let two boyfriends cum in her before, and each only once. Neither experience was like what she now felt, from the inhumanly huge appendage that had stretched her so far past her limit, to what felt like gallons of hot fluid shooting into and filling every part of her.

As conflicted as she'd always been over her sexual desires, she had still never managed to have her first orgasm. She now found her way there thanks to this giant of a man taking her body as he pleased and cumming insider her without a care or permission. Slamming into her, he pushed her past sensations that had always overwhelmed her before, and she screamed while also gasping for air, "Ooohhhhhh... mmmyyyy... Goddddd! I... can't... breathe... but don't stop! Fuck me, fuck the hell out of me!"

He rocked his large frame forward as fast as he could, pounding his cock into her hard, grunting as he shot his last pulses deep inside her, "I'll fuck you, alright, little girl! You like a big man's cock in you, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes! I love it!" she screamed. "Cum in me with that huge cock, big man! Treat me like the whore I am!"

His balls now empty, Matt slowed down then stopped driving into her. Sweating and breathing hard, Sharon reached up and pulled him down by his neck, kissing him and feeling his weight bearing down on her as he relaxed. She let out an, "Oomph," and he rolled them over, leaving her laying on his torso. His softening cock slid slowly out of her, inch by inch, the heavy head spreading her lips as it dropped out of her flooded pussy with a wet pop.

He smiled and said, "I think I'm going to like tutoring, little girl." He slapped both of her ass cheeks hard, "I've been wanting to do that since you walked in here! Damn I love that ass!"

She looked embarrassed and slid off of him and the bed. Picking up her clothes, she said, "Now you stop that! I'm not like that!" She walked into the bathroom appearing angry. When she returned fully dressed, she scolded him, "This wasn't supposed to happen, and I hope it doesn't change what you think of me. I'm going now before I get upset."

As the door slammed behind her, Matt was speechless, still on the bed nude, his cock still wet from being inside her. He laughed to himself, patted his shaft proudly and said, "Good boy. You want more of that, don't you?" He turned the TV on again and scanned the channels for something good.

Two days later, Sharon was standoffish in class. He followed her out, and when they were outside, he asked, "So, are you going to tutor me again tonight or are you going to leave me hanging? You know I need the help."

She sighed and looked serious, saying, "That's up to you. I'm just trying to help you pass this class, that's all. I don't know what I did to make you think that was ok behavior. But... we can try again, if you think you can behave like a gentleman and remember I'm not that kind of girl."

"Sure, sure," he said, waving his hands innocently. "Just Poly Sci homework, you don't have to do anything else that you don't want to do."

"Fine," she answered, walking away, "see you at 9pm.

That night followed the same pattern. Sharon wrote out two copies of answers to the homework, one for each of them. When they'd both put theirs away, Matt held her while he kissed her and peeled her clothes off, sat her on his face to get her pussy ready, then dropped her onto his huge shaft. Unlike the first time, she eased past the initial pain more quickly, and she took over riding his cock much sooner as well. They both came with her on top, and this time she knew what was coming and reveled in the incredible sensations as her stretched pussy throbbed tightly around his cock.

After that week, their tutoring was a regular event and a standing booty call. Rather than risking large wet spots and stains on any more outfits, she wore workout shorts and a loose t-shirt for their sessions. When the weather cooled later in the fall, she wore just the t-shirt and a long coat.

By the Christmas break, she had been fucked more in a single semester than she had in the all the years since she'd first given a boy access. But this was no boy. Matt was a giant of a man, a starting center on the college football team, and a hero to the student body. And that giant cock of his was a hero to Sharon. With the stark difference in their physical size, she knew they were an unlikely pair, but as intimate as they'd become, it didn't matter. During the break, she started writing out their names together, imagining how it would be when she was Matt's wife, and he was playing in the NFL.

Sharon returned to campus the week before classes started, knowing they had some catching up to do from being apart for a month. She walked over several times her first day back only to find Matt's door locked. She tried again that evening at their regular 9pm tutoring time, just in case the coaches were keeping him busy as usual. Wanting to surprise him, she wrapped herself naked in her long coat and walked over again, increasingly excited as she neared his dorm, glad that they didn't need to waste time with any studying tonight!

Finding his door unlocked, she looked in and found no one home. His bags were piled against a wall unpacked. The bed was made, but she noticed that his posters were all missing. She threw her coat over the desk chair, then covered herself up in bed, propped on the pillows.