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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 3

                         Helen Horizontal     

 

Young Helen’s juvenile libido had previously been quite naturally unawakened until her Tutor had taken advantage of her naiveté and introduced her to the carnal delights of sexual congress. 

The first night after her violation the girl had slept well, her twelve-year-old body fatigued, her mons bruised and her vagina tender but still throbbing from the man’s intimate invasion.  The next night, however, she lay awake after everyone else had gone to bed, her mind playing over and over her memories of how it had felt and her young pussy swelled and moistened with desire.

Her unprincipled tutor had slept fitfully the first night after he had deflowered the stocky, firm-bodied novice, consumed by uncharacteristic guilt.  He, like his young dupe, was sore.  The cock-skinning tightness of her virgin passage had compressed and frictioned his tool and, although their coupled parts had been thoroughly lubricated by their oily effusions, the outer skin of his organ burned from the sliding contact.

The next night Bob was dozing in his bedroom in the little Garden Cottage that was his own private preserve.  His libido was recharged, his organ in a state of semi-erection and he was hoping that Carla might, as she sometimes did, come to his bedroom and soothe his still tender tool with her soft mouth.  Oh yes, he exulted dreamily when the mattress gave to the weight of another body.  Carla had come to his rescue.

Helen had been nervous as she got quietly out of bed, being careful not to disturb her sister who slept in the same room.  What was Mr. Best going to do when she got in bed with him?  In the little cottage she peeled off her nighty and slipped under the covers beside him.

Sleepily, Bob reached out and his hand slid slowly over the warm, naked flesh of his companion.  Carla felt firmer than he remembered but his staff swelled to full erection as he guided her head down under the sheets to its waiting hunger.

The young girl didn’t understand what her teacher was doing but compliant as always, she let him push her head down.  “Oohhh yesss Carla,” the girl heard his muffled sigh and she realized that the man thought she was her mother.  Had her mother had lessons, too, she wondered innocently?

Bob threw back the sheets and grasped his bedmate’s firm hips, rolling so that he was above her, their bodies reversed, her head pointing south, his head pointing north.  It was only then that he realized it was Helen, not Carla who was in bed with him.

The twelve-year-old girl didn’t know what her teacher wanted.  The hot, hard staff that had been inside her young body yesterday was bumping her cheek as the man’s hips moved above her face.  Just then the moon escaped the cloud cover and she could see the purple-tipped shaft hovering directly over her mouth and she stifled a gasp as a hot wetness dripped onto her lips.  Suddenly she felt a soft, wet pressure between her legs, a hot, snaky something that was probing her swollen sex.  Her mouth opened to utter a gasp of surprise but her cry was stifled when the dripping shaft suddenly filled her tender, young mouth.

Neither Bob nor his underaged bedmate noticed that they had company.  Laura had woken up just as her sister had left their bedroom.  She’d followed her, wondering why she was going to the cottage where their tutor stayed.  She’d waited outside but when Helen didn’t come out again, the eleven year old had slipped inside through the partly open door.  That was just as the moon appeared and Laura made her way to the bedroom.  Was Helen in bed with the teacher?

  The randy tutor recognized the identity of his bed-partner when his lips and tongue encountered smooth, hairless flesh instead of Carla’s more hirsute pussy.  Sixty-nining her rather short frame was going to be awkward and uncomfortable and, in any case, Bob decided immediately that he could postpone his own satisfaction for the pleasure of watching his nubile student while he introduced her to the erotic pleasures of cunnilingus.

“Oh God, Helen.  What are you doing here?”  Bob withdrew reluctantly from the warm wetness of the girl’s pretty mouth and quickly changed position so that he was kneeling between her sturdy, widespread legs.

“Uh, Sir?  I just…like…I wanted to see you,” she mumbled, licking the oily wetness from her lips.  Did her mother do that for him?  With her mouth?

“I'm going to teach you something more," he whispered, looking up to see the expectant expression on the girl’s open face.  “Just relax, my dear.”  He took each of her calves in his hands, pulling her legs up and wide apart, looking lustfully at the gorgeous pink slit formed by her already swollen, distended pussy lips as her legs opened. The moonlight had brightened the room so that he was able to see quite clearly and his eyes drank in the salacious sight of the young girl spread nakedly before him.  Her fat, little cunt was incredibly sexy!  The pink lips partly hid the edges of darker hued, inner labia that were as delicate as butterfly wings.   There was no bush to obstruct his view of the tiny, glittering beads of moisture formed a chain along the slit between her legs.

 

Bob lowered his head between her thighs and, laying her legs over his shoulders. He bent forward, inhaling the delicious scent of Helen's freshly deflowered cunt.  He put his face down and pressed his lips against her hot soft pussy lips.

 

"Oohhhhh! Mr. Best!!"   Helen cried out in shocked delight and her hips bucked forward as she pressed her pussy against his mouth.  The tutor began kissing her cunt, licking those tiny beads of oily moisture as he began a tender, loving cunnilingus on his underaged student’s cuntworks.  He kissed and licked at her soft, pouty labia, feeling Helen tremble as she rose up off the bed, arching her back.  Her shoulders supported her on the mattress, her legs dangling behind his neck, holding herself up to him as he darted his tongue into her silky slit, running it up and down as she squealed in pleasure.

 

Laura bit her fist to stifle her shocked gasp.  What was Mr. Best doing?  Why was Helen letting him do it?

 

"Aahhh" Helen groaned, mashing her pussy into his face.  He felt around with his fingers, then gently spread her sweet pussy lips and slid his tongue down, down into her vagina.  As his tongue sank into her cunt, Helen came higher off the bed, reaching up with her hands to grab at his face, and then dig her fingers into his hair as he french-kissed her wet little pussy.

 

"Oohhh, Oohhhhh Oohhhhh!"   the girl moaned as the man sucked at her cunt like a bee sipping nectar.  Bob cupped her lush, young ass with his hands, lowering her onto the couch so that her legs hung loosely over his back and his mouth was pressed down into her crotch.  Helen was rigid under him, straining and writhing in ecstasy as he mouthed her pussy. Then

the tip of his tongue traveled up into the tiny arch at the top of

her pussy lips.  The hard, stalk-like little bud of flesh poked stiffly at his tongue.

 

"Ohh Mr. Best!  Ohh Mr. Best!!" Helen chanted, panting and bouncing against his face as his tongue licked back and forth over her tiny clit.  Her fingers dug painfully into his hair, pulling his face tight against her crotch as he licked her clitoris.  His tongue flattened over the little cum-trigger, covering it and pleasuring it as his fingers slid simultaneously into the wetness of her cunt, and the dark, naked hole of her anus.

 

"Anngghh!  Unnhhh!  Anngghh!"   Now Helen could only make the animal-like, grunting and whining noises of extreme pleasure as her teacher manipulated the most forbidden and erotic parts of her young body.  He knew from the trembling way she went rigid, and then relaxed, that a huge orgasm was rippling through her young flesh.  Finally Helen squealed harshly and with the flat of her palms pushed his face away.  Bob backed away, knowing that the sensations were now too intense for him to continue his all-out assault on her nubile body.  He let her firm bottom ease back down on the bed and just licked and kissed her sweet young pussy as her panting slowed and her body melted into the sheets.

 

The watching girl felt like her knees were going to give way.  She didn’t understand what she’d seen but it gave her an excited, almost nauseous feeling in her belly.  Mindlessly her hand went between her legs and she was surprised and a bit scared to find that she was wet.

 

Her blonde hair fanned out over the white sheets, a look of forbidden, lustful satisfaction was on her petty, young face.  Helen's legs now hung open, bent and forming a diamond shape with her reddened, wet pussy exposed. She lay back in a provocative, naked slouch, her stocky, nude body open for the man’s inevitable invasion. One hand dangled carelessly off of the side of the bed, the other tenderly cupping and gently fondling her full, firm breasts.

 

Bob mounted his twelve-year-old student, lowering his hips as he guided his granite-hard ramrod into the girl’s incredible softness.  He moaned as her pulpy cuntflesh engulfed him with its tight, squishy clasp and he began to fuck her.

 

Helen moaned as she felt herself being filled by the thick stake but this time there was no pain, only the pleasant, exciting ache of expansion.  For perhaps a minute she lay immobile beneath the big man as her juvenile senses, sensitized by his skillful tongue, once again surged hotly.

 

Yesterday had opened her for the first time and now the man ploughed her firm, chunky frame, savouring the juvenile tightness of her juicy, young cunt.  He reached between their bodies to finger her slick, hard clit while he screwed slowly in and out of her tender passage.

 

“Hannh?  Yannhh?  Hannh?” Helen chanted as the pressure in her young belly grew.  It was going to happen again.  She knew it.  Her legs rose to lock loosely around the man’s slowly plunging hips and then, with innate skill. She used her leg hold to lever herself up and meet the man’s thrusts.

 

Each time he pushed past the young girl’s cervix it sent an added thrill surging through Bob’s groin.  His heavy balls swayed and bumped the upturned cheeks of the girl’s lush ass and then he felt the unstoppable pressure in his aching lust-eggs.

 

“Hungh!  Unngh!  Hungh!” the girl grunted as her broad hips were hammered fiercely in the man’s urgent quest for completion.  She arched up, meeting his forceful thrusts with surprising strength and then she froze as a huge spasm wracked her lower body.  The girl’s pussy made soft, sucking sounds as it clung wetly to the pistoning cock.  Her legs fell away from their grip on the man’s hips and quivered uncontrollably as her cunt locked on the thick staff in a tightly contracting spasm.

 

Bob’s balls tightened and a hot buzz spread through his crotch. His cock swelled within the girl’s rippling sheath and he jammed it to the limits and held it there.  The tightness of her juvenile passage squeezed him so much that he came in one prolonged, almost agonizingly restricted stream.  Helen tried to hunch herself harder against him, as if to seal him inside her frantic pussy and it felt like she was siphoning the semen out of him.

 

The man collapsed on the nubile girl’s quivering frame as his deflating tool soaked in the cum-flooded, twitching channel.  At last he rolled off of her limp body, his organ now flaccid.

 

Laura was stunned by what she’d witnessed.  She knew somehow that what Mr. Best had just done to her sister was wrong but she had a weird and wonderful feeling in her belly.  Was he going to do that to her, too?  The unfledged youngster hoped so.  She slipped quietly out of the room and the cottage and went back to bed.

 

“Are you OK, Helen?” he asked solicitously.  “Was it good this time, too?”

 

“Oh, Mr. Best.  I think it was even better.  Is it always like that?”

 

“Not always, my dear.  Sometime the man can’t wait until the woman…girl is ready.  And some men don’t try.”

 

“I’m going to always do it with men that try,” the youngster murmured, as if she would know.  “I guess I’d better get back to my room in case Laura wakes up and misses me.”  The girl put on her nighty again and left.

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