Jaime's Excellent Tutor By Wanderer Bob teaches Jaime good study habits This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21 or laws in your country forbid you to do so. I'm smart. Very smart. In fact, I'm told I border on genius. A straight "A" student, I never got a "B". So here I am, 21 years old, almost 22, getting ready to graduate from college and go on to a top notch university graduate program for my PhD, fulfilled every requirement for graduate school, and then damn if my counselor doesn't tell me I have to take electives! Hell!! Here I am 187 I.Q., and I have to take "nothing" courses. "O.K.," I said, "what's available?" I finally settled on geography, a class taken by ninth graders-I knew practically all of it already, I could read the text in a couple days, and then all I had to do was show up for class and take the tests- another cinch "A". I found a seat in the back of the room, I didn't need to be up front to be called on. I was bored to tears. Wow! Who's that? She's gorgeous, and here I am stuck way back here. Luckily, the way the seats were arranged I could sit in class and see her clearly. What a bod! Aw, she wouldn't like me, she was the college sports hero type, and I had to face it, I was brilliant but I was the nerdy type, only 5'6" and 135 pounds, and even though she was taking freshman geography and probably three or four years younger than me, she looked like 5'10" already, and from her solid build I'll bet she outweighed me by plenty. I could tell by her legs-big, solid calves, heavy, heavy, big, solid looking, when she moved her legs I could see the muscles ripple, and when she sat down you could see her thighs didn't flatten out, they stayed nice and round and solid looking, you could almost see the muscles through the skirt. When the teacher ordered her to the blackboard-"Write all the capitals of the countries in Europe, Miss Spencer"-I paid strict attention. Even though she was tall she would get up on tip-toe to write at the top of the board. Man, I couldn't believe how those calves bunched up-huge!-and the already short skirt would hike up even farther and you could see the big bunches of thick hard looking striated leg muscle flex up into sharp definition-what a turn-on! I was getting a hard-on right there! I'll bet so was every other guy in the class! Eighteen hard-ons going at once for one girl! Of course, maybe not every guy liked strong muscular girls like I did, But she had a sexy body also! A tight butt, narrow waist, very broad shoulders and stand-out boobs. You never saw a class where so many guys paid such close attention as when Jaime was at the blackboard-you could have heard a pin drop! Day after day I daydreamed about myself exploring that body freely, my hands roaming all over those magnificent thighs and legs, and that chest, wow! Dimly through my daydreams I heard the teacher say, "Midterm in two weeks!" Leaving class I felt someone walking beside me. I looked up, and there was Jaime, the girl with the bod, smiling down at me. "Hi," she said, "you probably don't know me, I'm in your Geography I class." "Oh, yeah, sure, I think maybe I've seen you there." I tried to act casual but my heart was pounding. "Well, I'm having trouble catching on, I don't know Mt. Kilimanjaro from Mt. Fuji" she said. "I hear you're pretty smart, do you think you have time to tutor me?" "I dunno, I'm pretty busy," I lied. "You willing to study hard?" "Oh, sure," she said, "I just need someone to teach me good study habits, I've been spending too much time in-ah-well, in sports," she said. I wondered what kind of sports built that kind of body, and wished I had known about it earlier- standing next to her made me feel small. We arranged to meet at Jaime's home three times a week. Her parents seemed very appreciative of my giving up my time. Seeing her parents gave me hope I might some day be able to make it with Jaime. Her mom, if anything, looked bigger than Jaime, maybe six feet, and her dad was maybe 5'6", about my size. A quite unusual pairing, even in this day and age. As the midterm exam drew closer Jaime wanted to spend more and more time studying with me, and she turned out to be pretty smart, she just had bad study habits and didn't know how to organize the material. She was so dedicated to doing good she even insisted I come over Friday night so we could study hard and late. That Friday night when we took a break Jaime went to the kitchen for cookies and Coke. I watched her come back from the kitchen with the plate, those big calves flexing as she walked and a hint of big potent thigh muscles flexing under her short skirt. Despite myself I felt a stirring at my crotch. "How come you're not going out Friday night?" I asked. "I thought you'd be out with somebody like Tuck Turner, our All-State football guard, or Jim Wright, our top ranked quarterback." "Oh, poo," replied Jaime, "Jim asked me out, but he's the kind of guy who spends most of his free time in front of a mirror admiring himself; I'll bet every guy on the football team has asked me out, but I tell them no, I like guys with brains, like my dad. Even Tuck Turner asked me out, but he's just a 320 pound tub of lard, he just stands there and people run into him and fall down. Why, I'll bet I'm even stronger than he is, he'd probably try to get personal with me and I'd have to beat him up, and then he probably wouldn't be able to see through his two black eyes and wouldn't be able to play in the next game, and then the whole school would be mad at me if we lost because I broke Tuck's groping fingers for him! she declared emphatically. "I like guys with brains, like my dad, I like guys with brains, like you!" And the next thing she did surprised the hell out of me and surpassed my wildest fantasies, she leaned over me as we sat on the couch and she started kissing me! Wow, could she kiss! Her tongue probed deep inside my mouth. I was so surprised by her aggressive move that I tried to resist, but she was too strong for me. By accident (maybe not) her hand came to rest on my crotch, where I had already started to react strongly to her sexy body, her greater weight pressing me deep into the sofa. I pressed against her upper arm trying to remove her hand from its embarrassing position on my crotch, and I was really surprised to feel the size and hardness of her bicep under the sleeve. Hell, she had muscles all over! Try as I might I couldn't budge her arm, and when she felt my member reacting to her she started to giggle and to toy with it. She certainly wasn't coy, but then maybe being as big and strong as she was she didn't need to play games, she just did as she pleased. She unzipped my pants zipper-I couldn't stop her-and my member popped into view, growing and throbbing. "See, she said, "you do like me," and with that she leaned back against the arm of the sofa, pulling me over on top of her, her sturdy thighs bent at the knees encircling my smaller body, my tool swinging in the breeze. She kept kissing and tonguing, biting my ear, moving her hips easily with my weight on top of her, lifting me easily into the air. All of a sudden we both froze. My God, the front door was opening, and her parents, who had been out for the evening, were standing there , staring at us. God, I was going to die! "Through studying, dear?" her mom said. What a shock-was she blind? Wasn't she going to kill me, or at least call the police?" Just taking a break, mom," replied Jaime. Was I hearing right? "Don't you think you should open a window, dear. It's a warm night out, and you seem to be steaming up the room," she smirked. There I was, trapped between Jaime's muscular thighs, unable to extricate myself, my penis out of my pants, and she and her mother are talking about the weather! "It looks like you're smothering Robert, dear, are you hurting him, he looks so small lying there between your legs. I warned you, you have to be careful how you handle a man when you put your thighs around him, until you get more practice and learn how really strong your thighs are you might crack some poor boy's ribs, like I did to your dad when we first met." "Oh, he looks puny, mom." Replied Jaime, "but he's pretty well put together- look at his ding-dong!" and they both laughed while I got red in the face to be the helpless object of their discussion. Mrs. Spencer strode over and plucked me out from between Jaime's thighs and easily lifted me up into her arms. I was amazed at how strong the women were in this family. Then she held me out at half arms length and started to toss me lightly into the air, flipping me up and down, gauging my weight, like a butcher might do with a piece of meat. "Oh, I'd say about 140," Mrs. Spencer said, "but do be careful, don't hurt him, sometimes men are really more fragile than they look, dear, and sometimes we women don't know our own strength." They both laughed again at their little private joke, and Mrs. Spencer tossed me back into Jaime's lap, She easily caught me in mid-air, like a volley ball, before I crashed into her. I began to feel very weak as there seemed to be no way to gauge the strength of these women, and they both seemed to be treating me as some kind of object that they could use as they pleased, instead of like a human being. Her father had been taking all this in-he stood there getting redder and redder in the face, and finally he exploded! "Get out, Robert!" he shouted, "zip up your pants and get out of my house this instant!" "Oh, shut up, Harold!" Mrs. Spencer said to her husband, "Jaime is at that age where she has to experience things and learn about her sensuality, and Robert seems to be a good place for her to start. He's smart, and he's small so Jaime will have no problem controlling the situation. He can only go as far as she will let him, and if she wants to use him for something he won't be able to stop her- just as I did with you, my dear," she smirked. "Anyway, Jaime's giving me ideas!" And without further talk Jaime's mother grabbed Mr. Spencer with one hand by the back of his shirt collar, lifting him off the floor, and carried him, dangling, up the stairs to their bedroom, Mr. Spencer still red in the face and apoplectic, unable to talk because of the pressure of his collar shutting off his windpipe. Mrs. Spencer paused at the top of the stairs to address Jaime. "Oh, by the way, dear, if you decide to take Bob to your room to continue your 'studies,' be sure he doesn't make any noise. I don't want anything disturbing your father and me tonight!" "Yes, mom, I promise," Jaime replied. I was astonished. What had just happened? As I lay trapped once again between Jaime's thighs I looked up at her. All I could think of to say was, "your mother seems very.very.strong," I said, lamely. "Oh, yes," Jaime grinned, "she trained me, you see-mom used to be a competitive weightlifter and body builder, but she grew to dislike the male muscleheads, the way they would strut around and try to hit on her, that's why she married dad who's just the opposite. Of course, his money didn't hurt either," she giggled. "Now when we wrestle it's 50-50. I think I'm as strong as she is, and I've just turned eighteen," she bragged. "Well, I guess you're strong, but your mom's got twenty years on you, I'm sure she's stronger, the way she handled your dad and all." I could see I was getting Jaime's goat. "Listen," she said, "I can do curls with my body weight, three sets of ten, 170 pounds. I'll bet I can curl you thirty times without even stopping!" "What's a curl?" I asked innocently, and was instantly sorry I asked as Jaime had dumped me off the sofa, picked me up easily and began doing curls with my body furiously. ".3.5.this is a curl, Bob."-she was smashing me into her ample chest so hard I was afraid she was going to bruise my ribs-".10.14." "Ouch, ouch!" I yelped, but she kept it up.20.23."Stop, stop!" I yelled, I was getting really dizzy, but Jaime did thirty very strict curls with me, arms tight to sides, back unbending and rigid. When she stopped I was more out of breath than she was. She wasn't winded at all. When she put me down I was so dizzy I had to hold on to her muscular shoulders to keep from falling down. This gave her an idea. Putting her hands under my armpits Jaime said, "Mom can pick up dad like this, see, mom says this teaches dad humility. If she wants to explain something to him she raises him up like this and talks to him eye to eye, that way she's sure he gets it, but I can do it thirty times," and she proceeded to lift me up to her eye level and down again thirty times without stopping. When she was finished I was really dizzy all over again, but there was no stopping Jaime now, she was on a roll. All of a sudden I felt her strong fingers close on my neck and my crotch and I was lifted into the air high over her head. "How about presses?" she said. I didn't even know what a press was, but this time I was too smart to ask. I was scared to death to have this eighteen year old hold me helpless overhead like that. I was afraid she would drop me and break some of my bones, even though the view as I stared down at her protruding chest was pretty excellent. "Please put me down," I begged, "we need to study some more!" "No," Jaime replied, "I need my workout!" and she began pressing me up and down, but this time very slowly and with lots of control. . "What do you weigh, Bob? I'd say 130 or so. Well, I can do 250 in the standing press, twice your weight, so you're no challenge to me-who do you think is stronger now, me or my mom?" and she continued to press my trembling body up and down, counting slowly ".5.(deep breath).10.(inhale).up.12.how many shall I do with your puny body, Bob? 50.100? No, I think I'll do just 30, the altitude might make you faint!" She giggled. Despite myself and my fear, her pressure on my crotch made my member grow, and she could feel it there where she was holding me, and she wasn't above testing her sexual powers. On lift number thirty she held, and she just threw her shoulders back and took a really deep breath into her already deep chest, so that I was looking down on twin orbs that went from here to Pluto-this was just too much for the sex organs of a 21 year old, and I came all over my pants. "Oh, poo," she said, "shame on you!" as she put me down. "I Couldn't help it," I said,, "see what happens to you if I hold you up in the air like that!" "Heck, I weigh 170, you couldn't lift one of my legs into the air, why don't you admit you're a puny male!" For emphasis Jaime struck a double biceps pose, grinning ear to ear as she flexed back and forth, watching my eyes bug out of my head, I had never seen Jaime do this before, and although I expected she had very large arms, I was nevertheless unprepared for what I saw. From a very smooth and round extended arm her biceps would just swell up unbelievably as she brought her hard fist towards her head, they came to an amazing peak and the veins looked like they were going to pop right out of her skin! "22 inches!" I heard her say, and I could feel myself getting weak in the knees as I realized I had just measured my own biceps at 12 inches only last week. Nevertheless, my macho male ego challenged, I made an effort to lift Jaime. I lifted one of Jaime's muscular legs, feeling the cables of muscle under the skin. Then I tried for the second leg, but we just fell over in a heap, Jaime giggling at my futile efforts, and once again I felt myself resting between her massive legs. "O.K., Mr. Wise Guy, I'm going to show you who's boss, but I'll try to remember what mom said about men being fragile and not knowing my own strength," she laughed, and her vicious thighs clamped around my midsection. Instantly the pain was practically unbearable. "My God, Jaime, you really don't know your own strength, I think you're going to break my ribs-ouch!-ouch!" I yelped. Those gorgeous thighs which I had fantasized about having around me were now hurting me real bad! I probed for a weak spot, but of course there were none. Just big cables of muscle with very defined separations between them, long striations, cross fibers, hard, hard, and big, big. I think one of this eighteen year old muscular beauty's thighs were as big around as two of mine. "How. how.big are they?" I managed to get out, something like asking an armed robber what caliber gun is that you're using because I felt these thighs could end my life as easily as the gun an armed robber was carrying could. "Oh, about 32 inches," she smiled, " I really like to do deep deep knee bends with 500 pounds, at least, and how about my calves, go ahead, feel them-what do you think, 22 inches, you like the way they expand when I cross my ankles and squeeze you, like this!" and the pressure around my midsection became unbearable as Jaime squeezed even harder. The last thing I remember before I passed out is like kind of being in a dream world and trying desperately to unlock Jaime's crossed ankles to release some of the pressure and my hands moving up to the hugely expanded calve and idly thinking that "Gee, they're so big I can't even see my hands behind them any more." I awoke to feel Jaime's soft hand caressing my brow. "Wow, you've been out about ten minutes, if your breathing hadn't been so regular I would have been worried, but your cute little chest was pumping up and down," she giggled, "so I knew you'd come around. Making you pass out like that sure excited me, I guess I have a little sadistic streak, do you think? Well, don't answer, I'm still excited, mom said I could have you teach me about oral sex if I wanted, and I sure do now! She says it's just another form of female domination of the male, so let's get started!" Without waiting for a yes from me, Jaime easily flipped me so that I was face down, staring at her pantyless crotch. "But I.mmfff."was all I could say. She didn't give me time to tell her I didn't know anything about oral sex, I had never done it before. As a matter of fact, I didn't know anything about any sex at all (except self gratification), I was still a virgin, any girls who admired me for my mind didn't care to share their bodies, they were mostly nerdettes, like I was a nerd. But Jaime gave me no choice, she slammed my head into her crotch, held me prisoner there with her powerful thighs, and began to gyrate her hips to get the most out of my tongue and mouth. I think her mother was wrong! This girl didn't need any instruction! Whether I wanted to or not, this girl was aroused and was going to get satisfaction-and she got it! Gigantically! I thought my head was going to come off at the neck as she went into huge convulsions as she came! "Wow," she said, "what fun-my first time , that is, with a man," she blushed, mother never told me using someone's tongue would make it so good! I guess she didn't want to encourage me. Maybe it's the domination factor that makes it so good, you know, forcing a male to do it instead of using my finger. I want to try it again!" With that Jaime got off the floor, swept me up and threw me across one broad heavily muscled shoulder. I marveled at how this child was treating me, me-a three year older male with an IQ of 187, like something she owned. She didn't say please, or by your leave, she just acted like I was something she could do with as she pleased, as the mood struck her, as if I was her property, and that's the way I was feeling now. As she carried me up the stairs to her room, I watched her tight little butt and the humongously large calves flexing as they flashed in and out of my view underneath me, a unique sight, for sure. Not many men have been carried, helpless, up a long flight of stairs by a gorgeous girl with calves big enough and strong enough to snap his neck, if she wanted. As we went, Jaime explained: "Mom said since I turned eighteen last week I can experiment if I want-I can't sleep around, I have to be selective but I have to start to develop my interests, to find out what I like and don't like, and she approves of you because you're so smart, and we hear your family has money, too, and since you're not a jock I wouldn't be picking you out just for my ego, so mom said I can keep you overnight if I want, and I got such a charge out of you just now- well, I want more!" As we passed her parent's room I heard hitting and groans coming from behind the door. "My God, what's your dad doing to your mother?" I said, alarmed. "Oh, silly," said Jaime, "that's just mom disciplining dad" she giggled. "I knew she didn't like dad taking over and ordering you out of the house earlier when mom said I could keep you if I wanted. Mom says it does dad a world of good to remind him who's boss every once in a while." By then we were in Jaime's very feminine bedroom. I don't believe it," I said, "no man is going to let a woman spank him!" "For a smart guy you can be so dumb sometimes!" said Jaime. "It's easy, just like this!" and suddenly I found himself over Jaime's lap, getting whacked hard by the inflated arms of the girl who had just done ninety total curls, presses, and body lifts without stopping. "Ouch! Ouch!" I yelped, "stop, stop, ow, ow!" "Please be quiet!" commanded Jaime, "mom said I can't keep you here if I don't keep you quiet!" "I can't," I pleaded, "it hurts awful bad, you don't know your own strength, help! Help!" I yelled, hoping Jaime's mother would come to throw me out because I was too noisy. "Oh, damn," Jaime said, "mom will come in here and spoil all my fun-shut up!" she ordered, and, looking around for something to muffle me she found a handkerchief to stuff into my mouth, and then she tied it in place with a pair of handy panty hose. "Mmff, mmff," was all I could say, and now the pounding on my rear end could continue unabated by any shouts or yells for help. With no vocal outlet tears began to run down my cheeks, and Jaime, not being able to gauge the extent of the punishment she was administering to her poor tutor, kept disciplining my back side, same as she thought her mother would have done; like mother, like daughter. I kept bouncing up and down on Jaime's hefty thighs as my rear end recoiled from each blow until Jaime realized she was raising enormous welts on my butt, and only then did she stop. "See," Jaime said to a very tearful Bob, "any woman can have a very disciplined male for a companion, as long as she's willing to put a little muscle into it. Now, you feel very disciplined, don't you, Bob?" I nodded my head very vigorously. "And you're anxious to please me, aren't you, Bob?" Jaime said, tongue in cheek. Again she got a vigorous head shake from me. "Now, Bob," continued Jaime, "I really enjoyed my first experience with oral sex, and I'd like to see if I like it as much the second time. Don't you think that's a good idea, Bob?" said my eighteen year old tormentress. Again the twenty-one year old chastened boy vigorously agreed, and Jaime didn't even have to position him. He jumped to his work, using his nose because Jaime had him gagged, and Jaime just leaned back and enjoyed the experience. I slept at the foot of the bed that night, Jaime awakening me from my slumber when the spirit moved her, to have me perform whatever kind of service she was capable of dreaming up, and because of her frank sex talks with her mother Jaime was quite capable of dreaming up a lot. Jaime, after receiving only a "B" average in high school, under Bob's tutelage averaged a straight "A" her first semester in college. Unfortunately, poor Bob had to devote so much time to tutoring Jaime (in many things) that he only averaged a "B" in his last college year, and that ruined his opportunity to get into one of the top university graduate programs like UCLA or Berkeley, but his parents were rich enough to pay his way into a lesser educational institution where he never, ever, ever, volunteered to tutor anyone again!