As a first year English professor, I was looking for opportunities to supplement my income.  A friend of mine in the department told me about a company in town that had a lot of foreign executives working for them.  They were always looking for English tutors.  I thought he was joking.  Surely undergraduates could handle English lessons.  My friend explained that it was a matter of prestige among the foreign executives and they paid handsomely for the opportunity to boast how educated their tutors were for their families.

 

I contacted the company and they gave me the contact information for Mr. Ernesto Cevallos, vice-president of marketing from Mexico City .  I called him and set up an interview at his home. He lived in a gated community west of town.  It was an impressive villa.   When I knocked on the door, a servant answered it and led me to Mr. Cevallos’ study.

 

“Mr. Cevallos, I presume?” I said.

 

He looked up from his computer and nodded, then spoke:

 

“Have a seat, Dr. Carr.  I’ve reviewed your C.V.  Very impressive.  I think you will do nicely as my wife’s tutor.  My wife, Maritza, reads and understands English, but she wants a more academic approach to expanding her vocabulary.  She thinks she will learn more by reading and discussing poetry.  You are a poet, I understand.”

 

“Yes, sir.  I’ve been published.  My dissertation was on Romantic and Erotic Poetry in Post-Victorian England.”

 

“Erotic poetry?”

 

Yes, sire.”

 

“Filthy poems?”

 

“Well, I wouldn’t say they were filthy, sir.”

 

He laughed derisively and said, “Well, if you must teach her smut, at least it is high class smut.”

 

I laughed to play along but my sensibilities were insulted by his dismissal of erotic poetry as art.

 

“May I meet my student, your wife, sir?”

 

“I’m sorry, but she’s out shopping with my son, Juan Gilberto.  Juan is going to be a freshman in high school.  At age 12, he speaks impeccable English.”

 

“My congratulations to you, sir.”

 

We discussed the financial terms and indeed my friend was right, the foreign executives paid handsomely.  In return, I was to meet twice a week with his wife for two hours.

 

Admittedly, I was nervous for my first lesson.  I knocked on the door and expected the servant, but instead was greeted by an incredibly attractive woman with long dark hair framing her gorgeous face.  I was tongue tied upon seeing the ravishing beauty with the most voluptuous full figure.

 

She introduced herself as Maritza and extended her lovely hand. I shook it nervously.

 

“You’re trembling, professor.”

 

I blushed, responding, “Just a little nerves on the first day of school so to speak.”

 

She laughed and I calmed down as I looked into her big brown reassuring eyes.

 

We walked into the living room and she sat on a couch across from me.  As much as I tried to concentrate on my lesson, I found it difficult to stop staring at her sexy high heel shoes, shapely legs, and absolutely huge mouthwatering breasts.

 

Midway through the lesson, Maritza asked if I wanted some wine.

 

“Yes, please,” I said with a smile, hoping that a little alcohol would calm my nerves around this arresting beauty.

 

Maritza brought two glasses of wine.  She leaned down to place it on the coffee table, displaying her bountiful cleavage.  I was so happy I had taken this assignment!

 

The next few lessons got easier as I felt more comfortable around such a distracting presence.  Over time, I did less talking and Maritza spoke up more, asking great questions and engaging me on a variety of subjects beyond literature.  I was as turned on by her intelligence as her south of the border sensuality.  I got the feeling that she looked forward to our lessons since we had conversations she was unable to have with her brutish husband or her shallow socialite friends.

 

After one of our lessons, Maritza asked, “Your expertise is erotic peotry, no?”

 

I blushed and stammered, “Yyyes.  I did some research during my doctorate about erotic poetry in England .”

 

“That’s very interesting,” Maritza said, her big brown eyes widening.  “I would like to hear more of this next time.”

 

I nodded and replied, “I will pull some things together for us to talk about.”

 

“Perhaps you will share a poem you’ve written, eh?” she whispered in my ear as I was about to leave.

 

I have never experienced a more instant hard on than when she breathed in my ear and brushed her large breasts against me.

 

I could hardly wait until our next lesson.  Sure I was nervous, but she was genuinely interested in the subject and, in particular, my own writing.

 

The night of our lecture, Maritza was dressed sexier than usual, wearing a halter top and short skirt, which prompted an intense stirring in my groin.  Perhaps this was in honor of our theme, I wondered.  I knew it was going to be a challenge to concentrate, but I did remarkably well as I went through the ins and outs of post-Victorian erotic poetry.

 

As the session ended, I recited an original poem called “Illicit Union” I had published in a school literature magazine.

 

My turgid staff traverses

the soft curves of your inner thighs

on course to its hirsute destination

waiting lips part to receive my length

I travel deep inside you

deep within a wondrous wet well

your breath excites and heavy bosom heaves

as I plunge deeper and deeper

‘faster’ you plead and I happily comply

our skin sticks slick with sweat from feverish pores

you moan

I groan

a thick liquid expression of our passion passes between us

you are glazed by this byproduct of our illicit union

I’m spent and collapse into you, my love

 

“It’s so beautiful,” Maritza gushed.  “It made me wet!”

 

“Wow, no one has ever said that about any of my poems before!”

 

“Let me show you my appreciation, professor.”

 

Maritza stood and approached me.  Her striking eyes were locked on mine.  Her full red lips were taunting me for a kiss.

 

“Oh, my God,” I thought as she started to perform a slow, seductive strip tease.  I had a raging hard on looking at her half-naked, supple, voluptuous body.  Her huge breasts were impressive, each crowned with dark areolas; her massive jugs jiggled with the slightest graceful movement.

 

She approached me on the chair and got on her knees.  I quickly disrobed and  instinctively spread my legs as she took a firm grip, then began servicing me like an expensive harlot.  Oh how she luxuriated my cock with her tongue.  No woman had ever sucked on my balls before and I thought I was going to shoot my load then and there.  She gently massaged my hairy nut sack as she suckled on the purple tip of my cock.  I in turn ran my fingers through her long raven black hair and pushed her gently down on my stiff staff.

 

She stopped and stood up.  Then taking me by the hand I knew we must be headed for the bedroom next.  Suddenly, we heard a voice in the distance.

 

“Mami?”

 

It was Juan Gilberto.  Back from a friend’s house early.  Maritza quickly got dressed and pointed me in the direction of a bedroom.

 

Several minutes passed and we returned to the living room.

 

“Everything is ok.  Juan Gilberto came home early.  I must have missed his call on the cell phone.  I’m sorry for that.  Where were we?”

 

I was surprised how nonchalant she was as we were just moments away from being caught fucking by her 12 year old son!

 

“Should we be expecting your husband?” I asked with a nervous laugh.

 

“He’s out of town.  He won’t be bothering us.  Now where were we?” she asked with a wicked little smile.

 

I helped her out of her flimsy skirt and she was naked again.  I touched her large breasts and fondled her ample ass.  Our tongues eagerly explored each other’s mouths as we passionately kissed.

 

She leaned against a chair and quickly penetrated her wet hole.  We went after it for awhile and I turned her on her side, which allowed me to fuck her in a prone position.  I loved watching her big tits rock back and forth as I rutted against her thick thighs and round ass.   After she had enough of that position she pulled away.

 

“Come with me,” she panted, half out of breath.  “I want you to fuck me in the bathroom.”

 

This was new to me.  She leaned against the countertop, spread her long athletic legs and allowed me to approach her from behind.  I took a firm grip on her wide hips and eased my quivering cock past her tight pussy lips into her wet cunt.  She groaned as I shoved every last inch into her.  I pulled out slowly, then pushed in again, quickening the pace.  Soon we were both in ecstasy as our frenzied fucking played out in front of the huge bathroom mirror.  Watching her reflection was the biggest turn on.  Seeing her huge tits flopping back and forth as we fucked was amazing. Watching her face contort in reaction to the growing orgasm in her loins inspired me to pound harder and harder.   I could hardly believe my fortune to be banging such an incredibly beautiful full figured woman.

 

We moved into the toilet stall and I sat down.  Maritza approached and climbed on top, impaling herself on my cock.  She leaned forward and smothered me with her huge melons.  She smelled like fragrant flowers in a steamy jungle.  I could barely contain myself and groaned that I was ready for release.  Maritza dismounted and I jerked off on her big buttocks and thighs, glaze her round ass with long strands of sticky cum. 

 

“Illicit union, indeed!” I thought to myself as I continued to jerk off until I was trailing cum on her thighs