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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

If you do not want to read of such things, or if

it is against the laws of the area you are in, then

please do not read it.

                  

                             Horny Tutor

             Chapter 1

                            Compliant Carla    

 

'Tutor Wanted', the ad had said, simply, and Bob had applied.  It was for the months of July and August and he could certainly use the extra money while he decided what to do next year.  Lucy was off to camp and he'd driven up into the hills to the address he'd been given.  He hadn't met the people he'd be working for, only a local legal firm who knew, or revealed, little more than that he was to tutor two children for entry into Grade seven.

 

It was a large house, set well back from the road, up a winding driveway.  A lovely location.  A woman he thought must be the housemaid greeted him at the door.

 

"You must be Mr. Best," the dark-haired, full-lipped woman said.  "Come on in.  I'll send the girls to get your bags."

 

An hour later, as he sat drinking coffee with Mrs. Ardennes, or Carla, the woman who had greeted him at the door, he learned much more about the situation.  Mr. Ardennes was much older and bedridden.  The girls had been schooled at home by a succession of private teachers, all women, and now Mr. Ardennes believed that they should go to a regular school.  Bob’s job was to prepare them for the exams that would determine what grade they entered.   He had a month, more if it was necessary, to prepare them.  He had complete authority to set the schedule.

 

The girls, Helen, 12, and Laura, 11, sat quietly at the table while Carla outlined Bob's assignment.  She was, she'd told him, their mother, although he wondered at what age she'd had them for she didn't look more than 25, herself.  Mr. Ardennes was not their father but he had taken care of them perfectly since she'd married him, nine years ago.

 

"I hope you girls are ready for some hard work," Bob said, looking more closely at his two students.  It was hard to believe that they were from the same parents. 

 

Helen was a pretty, light-haired girl of medium height with a stocky build and a friendly, open face.  She smiled easily and often and appeared to be a happy child.  She looked at him with her usual open, friendly expression as she nodded assent.

 

Laura was also pretty but her hair was dark, almost black and, although almost as tall as her older sister but she was quite slender.  She had, however, already begun to fill out and along with shapely legs she had widening hips that showed promise of approaching womanhood.  She was dark-complexioned, unlike her blonde sister, and her heavy-lidded eyes and small, full-lipped mouth gave her a sullen, sultry appearance.  Bob, with his experience and inclination, couldn't keep from thinking about screwing them but, in this closed environment, it would be far too dangerous, if not impossible.

 

What he didn't learn, at least not just then, was that Carla was more a housekeeper than a wife for Mr. Ardennes.  The man, now in his late seventies, took excellent care of her material needs and, before too long, she would be a comfortably fixed, almost wealthy, widow.  She gave him oral sex and played little-girl roles for him.  He'd given her a vibrator and taught her to use it, knowing that a healthy, young woman like she required relief, too.  Carla, in her normal submissive manner, accepted her situation and was content. Just as she'd accepted her two pregnancies, when she was twelve and thirteen.

 

It was the day, or rather night after her twelfth birthday that Carla's uncle got into bed with her the first time.  She wasn't surprised.  He'd been getting into her thirteen year old sister's bed for almost a year.  And he wasn't her real uncle, anyway.  He'd moved in with them, her sister, herself and her mother, about two years ago, after her father had gone away.  Her mother didn't seem to mind that her lover was abusing her daughter.  And Carla's sister didn't seem to mind, either, although she didn't talk to Carla about it.

 

"You're a big girl now, Carla ,” her pseudo Uncle Don had whispered as he slid under the sheets beside her in the narrow bed.  "Take off your nighty so I can see just how big you are."

 

"What're you gonna do, Uncle Don?"  Carla had asked meekly as she pulled her nighty off over her head.  "Are you gonna lie on top of me like you do on Carlita?"

 

"Does Carlita tell you what we do when I lie on top of her?"  Don explored the young girl's naked body.  Her breasts were plump, but not very large.  He rubbed the little flesh-mounds and was pleased to feel the nipples swell and get hard.

 

"Uh, no Uncle Don?  But I seen you?  And sometimes she makes a lot of noise."

 

The man’s hand strayed lower, across the roundness of her springy belly to the juncture of her tightly closed thighs.  He could feel the sparse growth of woman-fur, enough to tell him that she was old enough, big enough.  The girl lay quietly, looking up at him with passive acquiescence.

                

"Spread you legs apart, Carla.  I want to feel your pussy."  A docile and obedient girl, the young girl did as she was told.  She was quite apprehensive but the man’s fingers felt kind of good.  It made her belly warm and, as her uncle fingered the narrow slit, she opened her legs even wider.

 

"Uncle Don?  What's that?"  The innocent youngster gasped when he took her hand and placed it on the hard, hot staff that was projecting out from below his belly.  It felt smooth and uneven at the same time and, in docile curiosity, she explored it from its slippery tip to its thick base, which seemed to be surrounded by coarse hair.

 

"That's my cock, Carla.  When you're ready, I'm going to put it inside you."  The plump, submissive sub-teen was getting wet.  Yes, he could feel that she was definitely ready.  Just like Carlita had been.  But she was plumper than her sister, more desirable.  He lusted for the tightness he was sure she'd provide.  After almost a year of being fucked regularly, her older sister had lost the elastic clasp of the first few times although she was still much better than her mother, loose-cunted after bearing two children.

 

Carla had no idea what to expect.  It seemed impossible that the hard cylinder her fingers were exploring could fit inside her but she’d seen Carlita sitting on it and it was definitely going all the way inside her.  And if her uncle was going to put it into her too, he must know.  She was experiencing a shortness of breath now, her young hips squirming as the man aroused her juvenile, unschooled libido.  And then he was rolling on top of her.

 

Don looked down at the young girl who was spread open and totally defenselessly beneath him, her full thighs widely parted, her round belly palpitating softly as he stroked the lightly furred slit of her inviolate pussy with the tip of his cock.

 

“This may hurt you a bit, Carla, but only for a moment," he said gently as he collared the bulbous knob of his tool in the juicy aperture.  Yes, she'd be tight he exulted as he savoured the hotly ringing grip of her juvenile cuntmouth on his throbbing cock.  She wasn't trying to escape.  This was better than with her sister.  Carlita had tried to twist away, at first and he’s had to hold her down, but he hadn't prepared her as well as he'd prepared this one.

 

Wordlessly and subserviently the guileless youngster looked up at the man above her.  Her belly was churning with strange, warm sensations and she felt the pressure as her innocent cuntmouth was expanded.

 

Don pushed deeper and, as the girl’s cuntmouth gripped him like a velvet vise he felt, with the lecherously invading knob of his cock, the resistance of the girl's vestal barrier.  Looking down at her ripe, nakedly open body, he pushed harder and saw her mouth twist in a grimace of discomfort.  Her hips rotated down, away from his, but not enough to impede his obscene progress.

 

"Hunngghh," the girl cried out softly and timidly as a sharp pain shot through her underaged loins.  She looked up at the man, her eyes dull, her body trembling, as the hard ramrod burst through her inviolate hymen and plunged into the tortured inner passage. A soft, sighing whimper escaped Carla’s lips as the man's thick hardness penetrated her tender channel and she lay in limp subservience beneath him.

 

Don savoured every cock-skinning inch of the girl's vagina as he settled down on her loose-limbed frame.  And then her plump soft, naked flesh was meshed with his, from her budding breast-mounds to her chubby belly and her warmly clasping thighs.  Slipping a hand between their tightly coupled bodies, he found her erect, little clitoris and began to massage it.

 

Carla, a compliant and submissive girl at any time, felt totally dominated by her pseudo uncle.  She didn't know what he was doing exactly, but it felt good.  Her flattened hips trembled and quivered and she was barely able to keep still as a pressure grew in her young belly that matched the pressure she felt as her virgin vagina was stretched by the man's thick fuck-tool.

 

Don was in heaven.  The young girl must be close to climax.  Soft, panting whimpers escaped her lips and, although she looked like she was on the verge of tears, she was totally acquiescent beneath him.  He fucked her tight passage with slow, deliberate strokes, the friction of her narrow sheath unbearably delightful.  And, just when he felt as if he could hold back no longer, her felt the twitch, then the sudden contraction of the girl's immature cuntal passage on his prick.

 

"Hannnh. . Uncle Donnnn," the girl moaned as a huge wave of heat washed over her lower body.  She stiffened momentarily, her plump body straining upward, her hips writhed hotly for a moment and then she fell back submissively beneath him.

 

The man fucked faster now, harder, jolting the young girl with each inward thrust as the tiny muscles of her ravished passage played on the man's plundering prick.  She felt the deeply plunging shaft jump within her and then, as the breath whooshed from her lungs, he was grinding against her, his hips hammering hers with short, fierce jabs.  The despoiled youngster sensed, rather than felt, the wetness as the bucking pole spurted and jetted hot sperm up into her cock-battered womb and she lay with her legs spread wide in docile acceptance of her irrevocable violation.

 

It was marvelous.  The timid, docile youngster was milking him with her tight, young cunt.  Don felt like he was a foot long and four inches thick in the contracting tightness of her juvenile twat.  He was discharging like he never had before as he pumped his viscous semen into the totally acquiescent girl beneath him.

 

Don had returned every night for a month before it dawned on him that she should have had a period.  She didn't.  Not for almost ten months.  And by then, Helen had been born.

 

Carla's mother, like she, was docile and submissive, and she'd obediently consented to pretend that Helen was her own child.  But, when Carla became pregnant a second time with Laura, her mother had rebelled and evicted her philandering lover.

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Three years later, kind Mr. Ardennes had appeared on the scene and, after a brief affair with Carla’s mother, had obtained her consent to marry the daughter and adopt the two children.

 

Helen and Laura were good students and, unlike most of Bob’s charges, they were obedient and unquestioning.  Bob restrained his natural, albeit lecherous, inclinations and did not try to take advantage of the pretty youngsters' tractability.  His experience with the Schmidt’s had left him wary.  But they, and their sexy mother, were a constant source of temptation.

 

What was that sound, Bob wondered as he passed Carla's bedroom late one night on the way to the bathroom?  He knew what it sounded like but he knew also that Mr. Ardennes’s bedroom was downstairs.  The door to her room was slightly ajar and he peeked through the gap.

 

Carla, Mrs. Ardennes, was naked and on her back.  Her legs were open and bent, her head back and, against, in her gaping pussy, she was holding a dildo.  He could hear, despite the woman's panting gasps, the faint buzzing of the vibrator.  Bob was in instant erection as, without a thought of honour or danger, he moved quickly to the woman's bedside.

 

"Whah?  Sir?  Mr. Best?  Oh no?"  She’d gasped, sort of in protest when he'd taken the dildo from her and began to apply it like she had.  "Sir?  No?  The girls?  Mr. Ardennes?  They'll hear?"   It had been five years since Mr. Ardennes had last plumbed the woman's vagina except with the dildo and, although she didn't recognize it, her mature body was hungry for the real thing.

 

"They won't hear, Carla.  It's just us," and Bob was suddenly kneeling over her, between her widespread legs, her lust-swollen pussy gaping defenselessly as he lowered his hips and began to penetrate the juicy channel.

 

"Sirrr…Mr. Best?"   Carla moaned as the hot pole entered her hungry passage.  Like a burning poker it sank into the writhing depths of her being and, as his weight came down on top of her, she felt the perverse satisfaction of being dominated.  Like Uncle Don had dominated her.  She lay there limply as her girls' tutor plunged slowly and deeply in and out of her body.

 

Bob knew he couldn't last long.  It had been too long since the last time for him.  But he didn't need to.  The woman's nipples jutted out from her firm breasts against his chest, her hips quivered, her thighs warmly clasped his hips as he screwed her.  Her broad, soft hips began to undulate with the intensification of her well-primed lust and, unfaithful or not, surrendered to her long-suppressed libido.  And then her snug, juicy passage contracted as she uttered a low, throaty groan and the whole length of her body vibrated against him.

 

"Unngh? Unnhhh?  Unnhhh!" Carla gasped as she felt the waves of orgasm wash over her and then felt the huge-feeling fuckpole buck and jump within her.  It was like 12 years ago was yesterday.  She was being filled with semen.  With hot, liquid, life-giving sperm.  She lay open and submissive beneath the man, her lush body quivering receptively as he pumped his gism into her welcoming channel.

 

"But?  Mr. Best?  I can't?  You have to understand?  I just can't get pregnant?  It wouldn't be fair to Mr. Ardennes.  Or my girls."  Saying no was not part of the woman's makeup.  If it had been she wouldn't have two children.  But she was truly afraid.  Reluctantly, she told the tutor her tale and, although she made him understand her fear, she also turned him on again.

 

"I won't go in you, Carla," Bob promised he mounted her open, docile body.  "I just want to make you cum."  And that was the truth.  But not the whole truth.  The thick, red lips of her heart-shaped mouth were his next target and, had he known what she did regularly for her husband, he might have known that this was an easy objective.

 

Two nights later he was back.   "Yesss. . Oohhh yesss Carla.  You're good. . Sooo goood," he moaned as the woman knelt submissively before him, her fat, red lips stretched around the girth of his throbbing tool.  He'd fucked her to three, maybe four orgasms before he reached the stage of impending climax, himself.  He knew that sperm might have leaked into her but she hadn’t objected.  “Please don’t cum.  Don’t cum in me,” she’d pleaded as he rode her big, undulating frame.  Then, after her last climax, he had withdrawn from her limp, compliant body and as he sat on the edge of the bed, she'd knelt down submissively and began to suck him.

 

"Wonderful Carla. . Wonnnderfulll," he murmured, "So hot ..  You use your tongue so good."   She was looking up at him, her eyes servile and consenting.  "I'm going to cum, Carla.  I can't hold it.  You can stop if you want?"   His offer to stop was made with the certainty that this soft-lipped, docile woman would acquiesce and continue and he was not disappointed.

 

"Hmmmph. . Hmmmph. . hmmmph," she'd mumbled with her cock-stuffed mouth and she gently cupped and tugged his aching balls, her other hand grasping and pumping his bucking staff as she urged on his climax.  "Gluurggh," sounded from her as he exploded, "Gluurggh.. Urrgh  .. Ullp," he heard as her lips worked on him, sucking his spurting semen into her mouth, swallowing the thick, creamy gism.  As she looked up, seeming to ask for his approval, a whitely glistening string of unswallowed cum escaped from her cock-filled mouth to hang like a liquid stalactite from her chin.  Bob fucked her wetly sucking mouth as she drained him with consummate skill.

 

 

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It was easier now that his students' mother was taking care of his needs.  Easier in a way.  But he couldn't help comparing his two, nubile students with their mother.  Like her, they were obedient and submissive.  Would they be like her if her crawled into bed with them?  It was a temptation.  But not a serious one.  For a week.

 

"Do I have to, sir?  I like it, but?  I feel guilty."  And she did.  But if he'd said she had to, Carla would have acquiesced.  And things might have been different.  But Bob respected her sensibilities and, although now he wanted to go off again in her mushy cunt, he waited until her skillful mouth was on him before discharging.  Of course, if she’d wanted the former instead of the oral culmination, he’d likely have been aching for what she willingly did but, in any case, he was soon hungering for the all-encompassing, milking clasp that only an orgasming cunt can provide.

 

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