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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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Horny Tutor

   Chapter 2

                       Harvesting Helen’s Hymen                   

 

Carla, in one way anyway, seemed to have forgotten how old she’d been when she'd got pregnant.  She viewed her daughters as children and, in flat-chested Laura's case, this was perhaps correct. In the case of her well-developed older daughter, Helen, it was far from the truth.  But, if she hadn't noticed the ebb of their childhood, Bob had.  And after a week of no more vaginal sex with Carla, he was noticing it more and more.

 

"Study hard and do whatever Mr. Best tells you."  Carla's gentle admonishment to her older daughter was prophetic, at least in regard to obedience.  Mr. Ardennes was in hospital for some tests and Laura had a dental appointment.  They, Carla and Laura, would be gone from eight in the morning, when she made that statement, until about eight that night.  And Bob planned to use the time to his best advantage.  His most lewd and prurient advantage.

 

"You're a big girl, Helen.  I think it's time you learned a lesson that is not in the usual examination for grade seven.  But this will be a secret lesson, just for the two of us.  OK?"

 

"Oh yes, Mr. Best.”  The naïve youngster was pleased that her teacher was going to give her special attention but she never dreamed how special it would be.   “Will it be hard?"

 

You just can't imagine how hard, little girl.  It's getting harder by the minute; Bob mused lecherously as the ingenuous girl asked the question.  "Not really, Helen.  Not as long as you're obedient and do what I say."

 

"OK, sir.  What's it about?"

 

"It's sort of a biology lesson, Helen.  I'm going to help you learn more about your body.  And why it's different now than it was a year ago.  We'll go up to your bedroom.  Do you know how babies are made?  Did you ever wonder why your mother is so much younger than most girls' mothers?"

 

"Uh, no Mr. Best?   I never thought about it.  But I guess she is young, isn't she?"  The twelve-year-old schoolgirl climbed the stairs ahead of her teacher, her well-rounded buttocks rolling appealingly under her skirt.

 

"That's right, Helen.  She wasn't much older than you are right now when you were born."  They entered the bedroom and the young girl turned to look questioningly at her teacher.  "Now, take off your clothes, Helen.  And lie down on your bed."

 

"OK, Mr. Best” the girl said trustingly.   “Do I take off everything?"  She peeled off her sweater and skirt and, when he nodded confirmation, her panties and bra joined the other garments on the floor.  Then she lay down on her bed, looking up and smiling unselfconsciously.  "Do you want me like this, sir?"

 

Do I ever, was his unspoken response to the unintentional double entendre of her question. "That's right.  But open your legs.  Spread them apart."   The bedsprings squeaked when he sat down beside the lovely, naked youngster and he placed one hand on her full thigh.  Then he cupped one of her breasts, its firm and hand filling convexity feeling springy to his touch.   "You're a big girl, Helen.  And you have lovely breasts."  He fondled the solid globe, feeling the aureole crinkle and the nipple pop out against his palm.  "And you’re beginning to get hair down here, too," he added as he cupped the bulge of her fat-lipped pussy.  "Do you ever play with yourself?  Like, rub yourself here?"  He fingered the narrow slit.

 

"Nuh, no?"   Helen felt sudden warmth in her loins and. at the same time became a bit uneasy.  "Is that what you're going to teach me?"

 

"That's part of it, Helen.  Do you like it when I do this?"  He inserted a finger between the soft labia and sought her clitoris.

 

"Uh, I don’t know?  Yeah?  Yes, I think so?" and instinctively the twelve year old novice spread her legs farther apart and tilted her pelvis, inviting deeper examination.

 

The firm-breasted pre-teen looked up at her teacher with open, trusting eyes as his fingers probed where none had been before.  The heat in her adolescent loins was growing and with it, a feeling of expectancy, as if something momentous was going to happen.  Bob fondled her lovely tits and continued fingering her until he was rewarded by the moist, slippery effusion that announced her arousal.

 

Helen's figure was lovely for a girl of twelve. She had flawless, white skin with the exception of a small band of freckles that crossed her chest just below her collar bones. Below that, her large well shaped, young breasts swelled as she breathed excitedly.  The predatory tutor began to muse, wondering what Helen would be like when he was finally able to have his way with her. Would she be as good as her mother?

 

The sunlight caused the almost invisible fuzz of soft, golden hair on the young virgin's pussy to glow in the dim room. Her firm, white thighs were strong and smooth and her lush ass was magnificent to behold.  The teacher tried to speak but found he was completely breathless for the moment, so he contented himself to simply gaze at the lovely, timid virgin before him.  The teacher noted that the young girl's soft, pubic hair was such that her pussy slit was plainly visibly through the thin covering of blond down.

 

Bob stopped the manipulation of her soft, young pussy and placed two fingers beneath Helen's chin and raised her pretty face saying, "I want you to do exactly as I say from this point onward. Do you understand, Helen?"

 

"Yes,” came the young virgin's almost trance like reply.  Her juvenile mind was becoming foggy from the never known sensations her teacher’s intimately caressing hands had given her.

 

"Everything I do and say is part of your lesson, my dear. Is that clear?"

 

"Yes, Mr. Best." She replied with docile obedience.

 

"Do not be frightened, my dear," the teacher continued more tenderly. "We’re going to do some things that will be new to you but you won’t be harmed and before this lesson is through, you will find yourself transformed from a little girl into a woman," Bob said softly as he looked upon the sweet innocence of the young girl's face clasped between his large hands. He leaned forward and kissed Helen gently on the forehead.

 

" I …" Helen started to say something, but before she could finish the teacher placed his lips over her tender, young mouth and quickly slipped his tongue inside.

 

"Mmm.. Mmm," the young virgin whined through her nose as she fought to pull back from the teacher, but the tall man had her face held firmly between his hands and would not release her.  Timid and respectful though she was, Helen began to struggle weakly as she felt the man's tongue dart around inside her mouth.

 

"Do not resist me, Helen," the teacher commanded as he pulled away briefly and shook the young girl by her shoulders. Young Helen was practically in shock as she opened her mouth to protest but immediately found the teacher's long tongue back inside probing at the back of her throat and dancing over the inside of her teeth. She trembled in the big man's embrace as he held her tightly to himself with one long arm around her shoulders and one hand behind her head.

 

After several fervent moments the teacher felt the young girl begin to slowly relax in his embrace. Helen's sweet, warm mouth yielded to his intrusion reluctantly, and although she did not know how to respond properly, she allowed herself to be kissed deeply and passionately for several long minutes. As he kissed her, the teacher thrilled to her fresh scent, so different from the musky maturity of her mother.

 

“You must be obedient, Helen, just like your mother told you. This lesson may take a while but what we do will remain a secret, strictly confidential between the two of us. Is that understood?"

 

"Uh huh," Helen replied nervously.  His kiss and before that the touching of her secret places had caused a strange stirring in her juvenile loins that she didn’t understand.  But it wasn’t unpleasant.

 

Quickly Bob placed his hand on one of Helen's soft, inner thighs. Slowly he moved upward as the young girl closed her eyes and trembled slightly. With his other hand, the teacher gently coaxed Helen's legs apart again.

 

"Oohhhhh," Helen moaned softly as the teacher's hand moved up higher and the teacher smiled as he watched the mixture of expressions cross Helen's sweet face. As his hand moved farther up toward its target, the teacher felt her warm, female moisture.

 

Helen reflexively grabbed hold of his wrist and jerked her hips back away from the teacher's exploring hand as he made contact with her most sensitive area once more.  This time as the edge of his index finger touched Helen's soft pussy, the young girl gasped.

 

"Oohhh... Mr. Best... . I... Oohhh," Helen moaned as the teacher began to rub her soft pussy while applying a slight rotational pressure against her clitoral area. This time the teacher took great care not to slip his fingers between her pussy lips as he gazed up at the troubled, young virgin while massaging her full, little pussy slowly and rhythmically.

 

As he rotated his hand between her thighs then applied gentle pressure with his middle finger at the back of her tight pussy slit just in front of her vaginal opening Bob heard the girl’s timid protest.

 

"Uh huh... Oohhh... nnnnooo," the young virgin cried softly, fear of the unknown prevailing over obedience as she felt the big man’s finger slip between her puffy vulva and slowly draw forward over the tender petals of her labia.

 

The horny teacher’s libido surged as his finger dipped into Helen's hot, little trench. The twelve-year-old girl’s virgin cunt was as hot as he’d ever touched and he felt the moisture begin to seep from inside the young girl to surround his probing finger.

 

“Does this feel good?” he asked softly as he fingered the fine corrugations of her juvenile cuntmouth.

 

"Yes... Oohhh... God! Please, Mr. Best, will you stop now.”   Helen sensed that something momentous was going to happen if he didn’t stop and she was afraid.  “Ohh Sir?   Do I have to have this lesson?"

 

"Don’t you want to be ready for a regular school, Helen?" the teacher asked as he continued to move his finger back and forth in Helen's rapidly dampening pussy, slowly rubbing from one end of her tight slit to the other, pausing to push gently at her virgin opening and to slowly rub her slick, erect clitoris.

 

“Uh huh…Yunh…I guess so,” the young girl whimpered as her teacher’s other hand slid under her bulbous bottom.

 

The sensations were ganging up on the timid twelve-year-old girl.  Most of them were concentrated down between her legs but she felt the hand under her bottom now as it worked its way into the crack of her ass.  She stifled a gasp of surprise as she felt another hot sensation there and her lush hips jerked.

 

Bob played on the youngster’s unwary senses, exploring the crevice between her firmly rounded buttocks.  He felt the small, slightly rough surface of her anal orifice and then slid his hand higher, up to the front where his other hand was continuing to rub the hard, little bud of her clit.  Dipping his fingers in the profusely flowing, oily fluid he brought that hand back to the crinkled portal and teased the sensitive spot, pushing his middle finger insistently against the tiny hole.

 

"Ahhhuuhh," Helen gasped, as the tip of her teachers’ finger popped inside and her firm, bulbous ass squirmed against his hand.  She felt like she was on fire down below as two hands probed and teased her unseasoned senses.

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"Am I hurting you, my dear?" the teacher again asked as he smiled down at the young girl.

 

"Nah…no Mr. Best…but it feels so... It feels so... so strange," Helen said huskily as the teacher began to gently finger fuck her tight, little ass.

"Uuungghhh," the girl grunted softly as the teacher pushed his finger deeper into her.  “Oohhh. .   Ungh," she grunted once again as the man felt around inside her virgin rectum and the fire in her young belly burned even hotter.

 

The lecherous tutor was delighting in the special pleasure of developing a young girl’s desires.  Helen's budding, little clit had pushed out from inside its tiny sheath and the young virgin's little pussy and the oily juices of her arousal were leaking from her tender vagina and trickling down her cuntal crevice to bathe the finger that was fucking her tight, little rectum.

 

With the skilled assault on the two sensitive orifices Helen's breathing rate had increased dramatically as her hips humped rhythmically up and down.  Would the stockily built youngster be able to move like that when her young cunt was stuffed with his cock?  Probably not today, Bob thought with lewd anticipation of what was to come.

 

Suddenly Helen’s big, blue eyes opened wide as she panted breathlessly, "Oh Sir!  Mr. Best? I feel kinda funny... I... Oohhh Sirrr?  It feels like... Oh, I'm scared. What am I feeling?"   The girl bent her knees and clamped her thighs together tightly on the teacher's hand. As the young girl started to tremble, the teacher pushed his finger deep into her spasming little anus while the thumb his other hand began to rub her little love bud in a quick circular motion.

 

"It's OK, my dear.  Let yourself go.  It’s part of your lesson.”

 

“Oohhh... nnnnnnn... Oohhhhh... ggggggodddd," Helen cried out in her girlish voice as she began to cum for the very first time in her young life. The scheming teacher continued to work on her little clit with his thumb and never removed his probing finger from her tight, virgin ass. The girl’s thighs clamped tightly to his wrist and she writhed jerkily, helpless in the throes of her first orgasm.  Finally Helen's little hips jerked twice, then she lay still, panting heavily.

 

Bob withdrew his fingers from the girl’s pulsing orifices and slowly rubbed his hand up over her pubic mound and over her smooth belly. Helen opened her beautiful, blue eyes and gazed dreamily at the teacher, her mind unable to cope with the earth-shattering sensations that had washed over her juvenile body.   Her teacher's hand covered one firm, full breast and proceeded to knead it gently, rolling the thick, erect nipple between finger and thumb while he covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply once again.

 

"Mmmm... Sirrrr," Helen breathed through her nose as the teacher pinched one swollen nipple, then the other while his tongue darted in and out of her mouth. She lay there, compliantly submissive, as he continued to fondle her full breasts and to kiss her passionately.

   

"I can tell my dear that it was time for you to learn that lesson," Bob said softly as he mouthed her hard-nippled breasts.  “Did you like it?”

 

“Oh, Sir?   Mr. Best?  It was…like…it scared me?”

 

“We have another lesson today, Helen.  A bigger one.   Do you think you’re ready to learn something more?”

 

“Yeah…I guess so?  If that’s what you want?”

 

She has no idea how much I want, the unprincipled lecher mused as he pushed down his sweat pants to bare his randily throbbing tool, being careful to angle his hips away so the girl would not be scared by what was to come next.

 

“I’m going to show you how a man and a woman make babies,” he said softly.  Bob watched closely to see how she'd react when he said what he was going to show her but she just smiled up at him in the same trusting, docile way.  Yes.  He'd get into her.  His hand was back down on her smooth pussy again; his middle finger inside deep enough that he could feel the hymeneal barrier.

 

Helen was becoming more and more aware of the thrills that radiated out from her breasts and, especially, from her pussy as her teacher stroked, caressed and teased her adolescent body into a state of very adult arousal.

 

"Oh Sir!   Mr. Best!  Is that a penis?"  The girl looked in awestruck amazement as her turned towards her and the long, thick staff suddenly appeared in all its veined glory.  “What are you going to do?”

 

Having private tutors and no other children to play with had left the young girl without even the rudimentary knowledge of sex possessed by most girls her age.  What she knew she’d gleaned from a medical book in her step-dad’s bookcase and that was mainly the medical names for a man’s and a woman’s genitalia.

 

"Just relax, Helen my dear.  You'll see."  Bob couldn't wait any longer and he mounted above the young girl's sturdy form.  Lowering his hips he brought the dripping, purple knob close to the girl's fat, hairless sex, nudging the swollen lips apart as she lay, arms at her sides, in docile compliance.  It never dawned on the girl that she should or could resist but, even if it had, the man's skillful fingering had aroused her juvenile libido to a state where she didn't really want to stop him.

 

Although he usually felt as if his cock was too small, a feeling caused partly by his ex-wife’s taunts, Bob felt that he was endowed with the best possible tool for the deflowering of young girls. His now rock hard cock was little more than about six inches long from his aching gonads to its rather pointed tip.  It was not particularly large in diameter either and could therefore be more easily inserted into the uninitiated cunts of the young girls who, during the past year, had become his prey.

 

Bob had deflowered several virgins in the past year and he believed that Helen was a virgin.  He found the unsullied portal to her twelve-year-old body and pushed in, thrilling to the moistly clasping expansion of the narrow, unused channel around the bulbous knob of his cock.

 

The trusting, ingenuous girl lay quiet, feeling the slow, stretching pressure as her teacher began to violate her.  Her smile was strained, now, her eyes sort of squinting as the ponderous head was forced into her wet, palpitating opening.  And then, added to the pressure, there was an ache.  A deep, throbbing ache.

 

Virginity no sooner confirmed than demolished.  Bob heard the girl's sharp intake of breath, her stifled squeal, as the stretching tissue of her hymen ruptured and, no longer impeded by the fragile barrier, his tool slid, full length, to the bottom of her tender fuckwell.  He felt a thrill of obscene, lecherous triumph as the young girl’s cherry burst before his cunt-filling thrust and he savoured the cock-skinning tightness of her violated passage as it was stretched by his invading tool.

 

Helen stiffened at the pain of her defloration but she also tingled from the contact of the man's hard cockflesh as it frictioned on the soft inner lining of her cunt.  She strained her heavy thighs farther apart as if to relieve the stretching pressure within her lower body and she moaned softly.

 

Wordlessly, Bob began to fuck the docile, young creature that lay so innocently compliant beneath him.  She was gloriously, delightfully tight, her cuntflesh clinging to his cock as he withdrew, then welcoming each new thrust with a smooth, elastic expansion.

 

Bright lights and stars were all the young girl could see.  Her young mind was concentrated on the strange tingles and shooting thrills that pervaded her lower regions.  Motionless she accepted the violation of her stocky, pre-teen body, her breasts pushing up, crushed by his heavy weight as he lay on her, slowly fucking her.

 

Bob shifted higher so his shaft could friction the girl's clit while he plumbed her virgin interior.  He sensed, and then felt her response. Her hips quivered, gave a little start, and her sheath suddenly contracted in a vise-like grip on his thrusting cock.

 

Helen was uttering sharp, breathless gasps as waves of ecstasy washed over her adolescent loins.  Her teacher's hands slid under her bottom and, sensing what he wanted, she tilted her pelvis and felt him enter to an impossible depth.  And then, deep within her, she felt the monstrous engine jerk, buck and suddenly her insides were bathed with a flooding wetness.

 

When the young girl tilted her hips and the give of her cervix added to the squeezing contractions of her vagina, Bob exploded.  Not since her mother's mouth had last drained him, almost two weeks ago, had he gone off and now, his lust exacerbated by the girl's obedient acquiescence to his lewd assault, his pent-up semen gushed and spurted, his sperm jetting into the deepest recesses of the young girl's spasming cunt.

 

She felt it.  She felt every hot blast as the man pumped his seed up into her writhing passage.  Her docile body molded to his, her hips receptively tilted so that the man's sperm flowed up into her womb where an egg lay, waiting for this moment. 

 

"Are you OK, Helen," Bob finally managed to gasp as he felt her tight vagina milking him, draining him.  Oh God.  What if he knocked her up?  Not to worry.  He'd been lucky so far, except with Lucy and Irene.  Maybe he'd become sterile.

 

"Uh?   Uh?   I guess so, Mr. Best?  You didn't tell me?  Like?  That it'd make me feel all crazy inside?"   She wanted him to stay there.  To keep her filled like she was.  But then he was off her, leaving a tender emptiness behind.

 

"You said?  Like? You said you were going to explain about making babies, Sir?  Like, what you did? What I felt?  Is that it?  Is that how to make babies?"  The girl half-raised from her prone position to see the little puddle of creamy fluid tinged with the red of her vestal blood, as it pooled on the sheet between her widespread thighs.  "Did we make a baby?"

 

"No, Helen.  We didn't.  I don't make babies” Bob lied with a sense of unease.   “But you can't do this with anyone else or he might." 

 

"I'm glad.  I'm too young to have a baby.  But it was sure a fun lesson, Mr. Best.  Are you going to? Like…teach me again sometime?"

 

"I don’t think so, Helen.    And remember, this was a secret lesson?"

 

"Yeah.   I know.  I understand.  I won't tell.  Are you going to teach Laura that lesson, too?"  The though of her teacher doing the same thing to her younger sister sent an unrecognized pang of jealously coursing through her body.  She didn't want that.  She wanted to be the one, the special one, to have the lesson.

 

"No.  I don't think she's ready for that lesson just yet, Helen.  It'll just be ours.  I'm glad you liked it.  I like it too, a lot."

 

For the next few minutes Bob gave the girl a more pedantic lesson, teaching her some of the words and explaining just how babies were made.  The young girl listened with rapt attention, the lesson meaning much more to her because she ad experienced what he was telling her.

 

If her mother had been at all suspicious she might have noticed subtle changes in her twelve-year-old daughter.  The youngster clung to her teacher in a way that implied something other than a normal student-teacher relationship and her newly initiated body had a sensuous laxity, her nicely rounded hips undulating in an unconscious pantomime of her first fuck.

 

That night, alone in bed, Bob was overcome by guilt.  What was he doing?  What was he thinking of?  Doing the Schmidt family as he had done was bad enough but at least the girls had already essentially lost their innocence even though young Ingrid had still been, technically, a virgin.  Helen, though, had been totally naive and vulnerable and her sister was no doubt equally innocent.  He resolved that he would control his lechery and leave the younger girl alone.

 

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