I was reading more of Vanessa’s erotica. She was an excellent storyteller, and there were so many details in her stories that it made me wonder if some of them were fact or fiction.

I had just read another story about the housewife meeting some of her husband’s late-night poker players in a discreet location.

The things they did to her were nothing short of a porn movie. She had been fucked and drilled like a common whore; they came inside her like she was nothing but a cum dumpster. From double to triple penetration, fucking her huge tits and covering her face with cum.

I had jerked my cock off thinking about Vanessa being in that situation. It had to be real because the housewife in these stories had the body and build of Vanessa: a big ass, long hair, and large tits.

“Fucking hell!” I exclaimed as I finished jerking off for the third time.

The descriptions in the stories made it hard not to believe that they were true. I had to find out if these were made-up stories or if Vanessa was really cheating on the coach.

“You’ve been really hitting the work outs hard this week!” Coach Daniel said as we met in the locker room.

“Yeah, got some pent-up energy,” I grinned.

“Well save it for the next game,” Coach said. “We may need it; they are doing good this year.”

“Yeah, I know, they’ve been bragging about it,” I said as I sat on the bench as I dried off. “Some people are even putting out bets and stuff.”

“You aren’t getting into betting, are you? That can cost you everything if the wrong people find out you are betting on games,” Coach said.

“Nah, we just play poker now and then, and even then, it’s for a few dollars nothing big,” I told him.

“Poker is fun but keep it on the low; some people might get the wrong idea,” the Coach responded.

“You play poker?” I laughed. “Figured you would be playing golf or some shit.”

“I play golf, but I got six buddies that I play golf with sometimes,” he shrugged as he walked away. “Save some of that energy.”

“Okay, Coach,” I smiled. ‘Six, that was the exact number Vanessa had used in her story,’ I thought.

Of course, Vanessa would know the exact number of friends her husband plays poker with; she was his wife. It still didn’t mean that she got fucked by them. I had to do more digging. What other way could I find out than by getting it from the source?

“The teachers are saying you're doing great,” Vanessa said as we met for our usual grades review.

“Thanks, it’s all your doing,” I smiled.

“I am just helping you Douglas, you are the one putting in the hard work,” Vanessa smiled as she gave me more homework and assignments.

“That last code you gave me was a bit of a doozy,” I smiled.

“Got to keep you on your toes,” Vanessa grinned. “Can’t have things come easy to you.”

“No ma’am, I like a challenge, solving mysteries and stuff,” I said.

“Okay, I will keep that in mind,” Vanessa said as she sat back in her chair.

It was hard not thinking about that cute face getting face fucked by one guy while another pummeled her tits, and another well, they were all over her.

Vanessa looked like the loyal housewife, the MILF next-door type. There was no way six guys used her to get themselves off.

I shook my head and got down to work. Vanessa stayed silent while I worked.

It was hard, but I got through the assignment and pushed it across the table. Vanessa looked through it, and I stared down at her cleavage. I wished Lyssa had tits as big as Vanessa. I would love to know what it felt like to tit fuck huge tits.

“Very good!” Vanessa exclaimed as she raised her head. “You are doing much better than I thought you would.”

“Thank you!” Vanessa beamed. “I wish some of my other students were as willing to put in the work like you.”

‘That’s what she said in the story!’ I thought.

When the guys were fucking the daylights out of her, she said the same thing. She wished her husband were willing to put in the work just like them.

“What’s on your mind?” Vanessa asked.

She was smiling from ear to ear as she looked at me.

‘Did she want me to ask?’ I thought, looking at her. ‘She did give me the website that held her stories.’

“Spit it out,” Vanessa leaned forward.

Her huge breasts pressed against the circular table between us.

“It’s just that,” I started to say. “I was wondering.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off how big they were. I had never been into big women. Lyssa was my usual type of woman. Small tits, skinny, and very much in shape, just like me.

“Come on,” Vanessa said. “It’s just us.”

“Your stories,” I took a deep breath. “I was wondering if they were true or if you were making them up.”

“Ah,” Vanessa grinned. “Lots of my readers ask me the same question.”

Vanessa started packing all her things. “Our time is up,” she said as she stood up. “Until next week,” she winked at me.

“You didn’t tell me,” I stood up and stared at her.

“Am I really cheating on my husband?” Vanessa turned and smiled. “You will just have to guess.”

With that, Vanessa was out the door of my dorm room. I stood there with a raging hard-on, thinking about what Vanessa had said. I was still nowhere closer to figuring out the answer.

‘Any chance you can come over?’ I texted Lyssa.

The Tutor Chapter Two: Fact of Fiction?

Are Vanessa’s stories fact or fiction? He has to know!

I was reading more of Vanessa’s erotica. She was an excellent storyteller, and there were so many details in her stories that it made me wonder if some of them were fact or fiction.



The Tutor Chapter Two: Fact of Fiction?

Are Vanessa’s stories fact or fiction? He has to know!

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