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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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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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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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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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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 Hawaii or Alaska. More or less a rural area. Should I continue?”

“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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