A Taste of What's to Come - Sex Stories

A Taste of What's to Come

I love ass. I could tell you I'm an ass man, but that's an understatement. There's something so primal, so forbidden about it. And that drives me crazy. This is a story about the time I got some of that ass, from a girl equally as forbidden. After college I had gotten lucky and found a comfortable job tutoring high school students. I'd go to their house, do some science, do some math...whatever it was I'd do what I could and be able to live a nice life outside of work. The neighborhoods I'd work in, they were something out of Pleasantville, like a suburban 1950's America that was transported to modern times. And as you can guess, the families were tight, the community was too. Low crime, few drugs. Clean cut. One of these clean cut families, the Chandrasekhars, had a daughter. Her name was Ananya. I'll never forget the day I ate her ass... Ananya was a very light-skinned Indian girl. She was very tall, the tallest in her family, at 5ft9. She had just turned 18, and I was 26 at the time, but I stood an inch or two shorter than her. Her figure was amazing. Voluptuous, but not in the least bit overweight. Beautiful curvy hips, large C-cup breasts, flowing dark brown hair...and her eyes. Oh man, her eyes were out of this world, light hazel and large. With her eyelashes and that amazing eye color, she really did look like a model. But Ananya never thought of herself like that. She was, like I said, in a clean cut traditional family. She never partied, never did drugs. She was ...

... truly as innocent as her family made it seem. But I knew better. I knew she wanted to break out of that life she was living. She just needed an excuse. And for me, I needed an excuse to make a move. I had been tutoring her for months, and I'd get hornier and hornier each time I was there. I'd tell her to go sharpen her pencil just so I could watch that juicy bubbly butt of hers bounce as she skipped away. I must have made a habit of it, because the day it happened, the soft-spoken Ananya finally caught me by surprise. "Whatcha lookin at?" she asked. "Huh? Nothing, why?" Ananya flittered her lashes at me and scoffed. "Come on, I'm not an idiot. I know you've been looking." "Lookin at what Ananya?" Right after I asked that, she did something I never expected, though secretly wished. She got up and blatantly dropped her pencil behind her. "Oops," she said, as she bent over and showed me that amazing ass. I was rock hard in a second. "Looking at this," she said. She spanked her own ass and giggled at me. A panic rushed over me. As much blood was rushing to my cock, so too was it to my head. What the fuck was I going to do? She was going to tell her parents. I'd be fired, at the least. Hell, I'd be glad to simply be fired at this point. Then I could at least just move to a new neighborhood and start up again as "your friendly neighborhood tutor, now pervert-free!!!" But fuck. She was going to tell her parents, and they'd tell their neighbors, and soon the entire community would know I ...