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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.
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Horny Tutor
Chapter Four
Laying Luscious
Laura
“I saw what you
did, Helen.
You and
Mr. Best.”
It was morning, just after daybreak, when Laura had awakened her sister. “What? When?” Helen responded sleepily, reaching down to touch her tender, fuck-bruised pussy.
“Last night…when you went to his cottage.
What were you doing?”
“Oh? I…we…like, it’s called fucking.
It’s how men and
women make babies except that Mr. Best says he doesn’t do that. But it’s a secret lesson. You’re not old enough to learn it yet.”
“Why?”
“I don’t
know. I guess because Mr. Best says
you’re not.”
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That
day was Helen’s turn to have a dentist appointment so Bob and Laura were left
at home left alone. The car had barely
left the driveway when Laura went to her tutor’s cottage where they usually had
their lessons.
“You’re
supposed to teach the same things to Helen and I, aren’t you?”
“That should be
‘Helen and me’, Laura. And the answer is
yes.
“But you’re
not. Not everything.”
“Yes I am,
Laura. You should know. You’ve been at all the lessons.”
What sort of bee did the little girl have in her
bonnet? Bob wondered about it, but not
for long.
“Not all of them,
Mr. Best. Not when you taught her about
making babies.”
For
a moment Bob felt the too familiar panic of having his predilection for
kiddy-sex revealed. Then he realized
that the eleven-year-old girl seemed mainly concerned that he’d taught Laura
and not her.
“But she’s older, Laura. I don’t think you’re ready for that lesson?”
“I’m not that much
younger than her, Sir? I don’t
get…like…periods yet but she only started that a few months ago.”
“You should say
‘older than she’, Laura.”
As he corrected her
grammar, Bob studied the pretty, dark-haired girl closely. She was as tall as her sister and she already
had a figure, albeit slimmer than Helen’s stocky frame. She was flat chested but, under her flimsy
blouse, he could see two clearly evident projections that must indicate
good-sized nipples. What the Hell. He felt the blood rushing to his organ as he
thought of breaking another cherry. He’d
reform his ways after this one since she certainly seemed willing, even
anxious.
“Well. . . Are you sure you want me to teach
you?”
“Yes
Mr. Best. I seen…saw you last night
and…like…it made me feel funny.
A nice kind of funny.”
"Do you trust me, Laura?"
"Yeah, of course?
Why?"
"Because, if I teach you
that lesson, it may hurt some.
That’s because you’re only eleven. It won’t hurt for long but it might scare
you?
“That’s OK, Mr. Best. It probably won’t be any worse than the
dentist and he doesn’t…like…give the special feeling like Helen told me about.”
“Well
then, Laura, first you have to take off all your clothes."
The girl was suddenly ill at ease. Nobody except Helen and their mother and the doctor had ever seen her without any clothes. Laura undressed, slowly and shyly, and then sat on the edge of the bed, too embarrassed to look at her teacher. He'd think she was just a little girl, a kid, because she didn't have bubs like Helen. She sat with her arms straight down at her sides, looking down at the rumpled bedclothes, her legs loosely apart.
God, she was young. Too young, Bob thought as he studied her nude body. She was quite tall and her legs, her thighs had an appealing fullness, but her chest was flat as a pancake. The nipples, however, were something else, puffy cones that stuck out almost two inches from her chest. She was going to be special when she got some titflesh to back them up. And her smooth pussy, which was visible between her thighs, was not big and fat like her sister's. It was small, the slit just a narrow crevice that bisected her lower abdomen. Was she too young to fuck? Well, if she was, she could suck him.
"Now I'm going to undress, too, Laura. We'll compare our bodies." Bob took off his pants and sat beside her but she didn't look at him. "I have something I want you to touch." He took her hand in his and placed it on his shriveled, little soft penis. He'd managed with some difficulty to keep it that way by imagining the trouble he'd be in if his lechery was ever discovered.
"Oh sir? Mr. Best? You're different?" Shyly, the eleven year old fondled the loose-fleshed tube and now, when her teacher put his hand on her in the same place, she didn't feel as shy.
Bob fingered the girl's immature vulva but, despite his best efforts, he could not suppress the surge of lust that surged through him as she innocently fondled his prick. The result was natural.
"Oh Mr. Best?
What's happening?"
Laura
felt the soft projection swell and get bigger.
And bigger.
And bigger.
And hard.
"Oh sir?
Are
you all right? Did I do this?"
"Yes, you did that, Laura. And I like it. Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Yeah?
Sorta?
It makes my
tummy feel kinda funny. Like last night
when I watched you fucking Helen. And
you’re making me wet like last night, too."
And then Bob felt the moisture. The slippery wetness that could would lubricate her underaged channel. "I can tell, Laura. Now, here’s your next chance to be a big girl for me? And make me feel real good. And maybe feel real good yourself, too."
"Uh, OK Mr. Best.
What
do you want me to do?"
"Lie down Laura.
On your back.
We're going to make a little
experiment."
Obediently, the cute eleven year old lay on her back on the bed and watched shyly as her teacher knelt over her, the stiff pole standing out threateningly from his hairy groin. She quaked with apprehension as she looked at the man’s hugely threatening cherry-breaker. He must have had it inside her sister when he was lying on top of her last night and now he was getting ready to put it into her. The young girl tensed as her teacher lowered his hips, bringing the angry, purple tip down between her widely parted thighs.
"I want you to rub me on you. My hardness on your softness." Bob was encouraged by the signs. The girl's immature pussy was swollen now, the soft lips making more of a valley than a slit, their shiny smoothness confirming the absence of even fuzz.
Compliantly, the girl did as she was told. It felt good. It made her feel warm all over. Especially in her belly. And lower down. With both hands she shyly rubbed the hard pole against herself. She found some ways that felt better than others, especially when she rubbed it in the slit. Sometimes she'd find a place that almost made her cry out with pleasure. Then, aided by her own erection, the swelling of her little clitoris, she was able to find the place every time and soon she was uttering panting, childish gasps as excitement grew in her innocent, unfledged body.
Bob waited. This would be different than with her older sister. He knew that the youngster was aroused and, with gentle shoves and nudges, the tip of his cock was contacting the hot portal to her juvenile passage. She was breathing hard now, her hands unable to maintain an even contact with her newly discovered cum-trigger so it was easy for him to take over.
"Do you feel good, Laura?
Real good?"
"Hanh...anh...yuh...yuh," she panted. Her eleven-year-old mind was unable to cope with the strange feelings that were washing hotly over her lower regions. She could feel something different now that her teacher was doing it. A pressure. A faint ache.
With unprincipled skill, Bob rolled over onto his back, bringing the young girl with him, positioning her acquiescent body on top, astride his hips. As far as he could see, she had her eyes closed, facing down toward some point to the left of their nearly coupled bodies. He had his thumb on her clit, applying sliding pressure to the slick nub, while he pushed apart her immature labia with his cocktip. The girl’s cuntlips parted as he felt the heat of her vaginal mouth. She was docile and unresisting, as had been her sister and, for that matter, her mother. Her plump thighs opened wider as he felt the elastic grip of her cuntmouth engulf the head of his cock.
"Hannhannhannh” Laura whimpered, not knowing what was happening, aware only of an aching pressure between her legs and a hot churning in her belly. She felt almost nauseous in her excitement as she let her teacher manipulate her juvenile frame.
There was an open gap, an
inverted vee, between the girl's labia, above where the man's thick rod had
just entered her cuntmouth. Bob felt the
barrier to his ingress but, aroused beyond concern for the youngster's tender
sensibilities, her cupped her tensely flexing asscheeks and pulled her down.
"Yanncchh ...annnchhh ," Laura couldn't stifle her cry of agony as her hymen was rent asunder by her teacher's plundering tool. She groaned helplessly as her young body was invaded. She felt every penetrating inch enter her as his hands, resting on the slope of her flaring hips, drew her down, impaling her on his rigid, upthrust tool. It was a blend of suffering and ecstasy as her virgin sheath was dilated, expanded and stretched in length and diameter. And then she sensed that he was all the way in as the hairless softness of her juvenile twat meshed with the hairy scratchiness of the man's pubis.
Obscenely triumphant, Bob savoured every cock-skinning moment of the violation. Blood appeared as he felt the fragile membrane implode and it trickled from between the distended lips of the young girl's cunt. Then, as he entered deeper into her innocent passage, it was obscured by her close-fitting flesh. His thumb on her clit did its job. Even as she was being painfully violated, the nerve ends sent signals to her muddled brain and signals went back to the tiny muscles of her vagina. They twitched. They clamped. They loosened. But, drained less than twelve hours ago by her sister’s inner body, Bob was able to contain his own libidinous urge.
Hot waves of sensation washed over the youngster’s convulsing loins and she whimpered breathlessly as the never thrills of orgasm shot through her.
“I think you liked that, Laura,” Bob said with a satisfied smile as his underaged conquest slumped down on his hips.
“Yunh. Hanh. . Sirrrr,” the girl gasped in acknowledgement and then she felt herself being raised and lowered again on the belly filling staff. After a moment Bob resumed titillation of the girl’s clitoris while he savoured the delightful, sliding clasp of her cock- broadened scabbard. Laura leaned forward, her conical aureoles and nipples sticking out at the man’s face and he brought her down closer so that he could suck and bite the sensitive, rubbery projections.
The girl, barely recovered from her first-ever climax, felt the pressure again mushrooming in her belly and she uttered a series of short, sharp, whimpers. And then the lights flashed in her brain and the butterflies in her belly became soaring eagles as she came again.
The girl’s eleven-year-old fuckwell gave a warning twitch and then contracted like a velvet vise on the deeply piercing spear. Bob's throbbing member got the signals and, as the hot passage momentarily relaxed its stranglehold, his cock bucked, it jerked and it erupted.
With obscene delight, Bob pumped his sperm up into the docile, young creature's devirginated passage. In deep. He'd stretched, expanded, reshaped the juvenile channel and he lay back, letting her submissive writhing on the impaling stake drain his lust into her.
“Oohhh Sirrr? Is that the same as what you did to Helen last night? I mean, like, when you were on top of her?” Little Laura sat, still impaled on her tutor’s deeply buried fuckpole, her young body twitching and quivering from her second orgasm.
“It’s
the same, Laura. Are you OK? Did I hurt you?”
“Oh, Mr. Best?
You did at first. I thought you were
going to kill me. But it
didn’t hurt after that…not much.
It was…is…I never felt anything like that? Are we going to have this lesson again? I mean, like we have the other lessons…every
day?”
“No, my dear.
As I said, this is a secret lesson…we can only have this lesson when we
can do it in secret.”
“You
mean, like, at night? Like when Helen
went to your place?”
“We can’t even do that, Laura.” God. What had he started? “Helen shouldn’t have gone to my room last night and she won’t again. You can’t either.” Bob easily lifted the young girl off his cock and, as he did, a stream of gism drained from the unplugged orifice. His cock was still rock-hard, kept that way by the tightness of her little cunt, which had acted like a cock-ring and prevented the blood from leaving his organ so he was still rock-hard.
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“I’m sure you both know that the two of you have made my job more difficult than it should be and I’d be happy if you chose other schools for next year. That is, if you plan to keep on teaching?
Bob and Jack looked at each other, then at Mrs. Wilson, the Principal. She’d asked them to her office and they wondered why. They were still wondering.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Wilson. But…I’m turning over a new leaf,”
Bob said.
“And I haven’t decided yet
about next year.”
“I’m like Bob. I’m going to tread the straight and narrow
from now on. If I come back, I won’t
cause you any problems.”
Jack didn’t really believe he’d caused her
any problems anyway. Unlike Bob and his
brief upset abut
Ilse
, none of the girls had said anything about him.
“I have about as
much confidence in your promises as I have in a politician’s promise. But I do have something that might get one of
you out of my hair.”
“What is that, Mrs. Wilson?”
Bob
looked up, interested.
“It may not
appeal to you, Mr. Best…or to you, Mr. Allen.
It’s a way to give something back to your country, though. I’ve been asked to recruit a good teacher for
an out of the way location. You don’t
have to know where…not yet. But it’s
within the boundaries of the forty-eight states, not
“I’m
interested,”
Jack
said, looking up for the first time.
“I am, too. What’s it about?”
Bob sat forward in his chair.
“Well, you both
meet the requirements. You’re big and
you’re good teachers…it’s the non-curriculum teaching that’s a problem with you
two. Anyway, in a way it’s like a trip
back in time. This place has just a
two-room school for all grades. They need
someone to teach Grade seven and up…I think the highest grade is eleven, but
I’m not sure. Some of the students can
be unruly…they were specific about wanting a man, a big man. They went through three women teachers this
year. The pay isn’t great but you can
get cheap room and board next door to the school.”
“But you said
it’s a two-room school?”
Bob looked over at Jack,
trying to gauge his interest.
“They’ve already
hired a teacher for the Primary grades.
So, is either one of you interested?”
“What if we’re
both interested?”
It sounded different and
Jack liked the idea of a rural area.
“If you’re both
interested I’ll send both CV’s to them and they can decide. I’ll say you’re both good teachers although I
really shouldn’t.”
The woman smiled meaningfully
at both of them and closed the folder on her desk, signaling that their meeting
was over.
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Further adventures of Bob and Jack will appear in Middle School Mischief
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