Jenny's Tutor
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
18,546
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction about sex between adults and minors, aged 6-17. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 13
©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 13
As her lesson was coming to a close, Jenny kept adjusting herself on Joel's bed and glancing at the door. Joel saw she was distracted and asked, "So, Jenny, what will be your exercise for this week?"
"To kiss people." She was trying to decide how to present her naked body when Marcus came in.
"That's right. And how many kinds of kissing did we talk about?"
"Two." She sat leaning back on her elbows and spread her legs.
"Tell me about the first kind."
She sat up again, and crossed her legs. "That's the Friendly Kiss. That's for people I never kissed before, like the boys and girls in my class, or when there's not a lot of time, like when I'm kissing mommy goodbye at the school bus, or when I don't feel like doing the second kind. I put my lips on their mouth and I pucker and I wait one second and I let go with a nice wet popping noise. Then I smile."
"Very good, Jenny. Just the way we practiced today. Now tell me about the second kind."
Jenny lay down on her side propped up on her left elbow and bent her right leg at the knee. "That's the French Kiss. I leave my mouth open so we can lick tongues and I wait at least four seconds and maybe more. And if I can I try to take my clothes off before I do that kiss, cause the other person will want to feel my titties and my cunny."
"Excellent, Jenny. We practiced that kiss a lot today also, didn't we? So you're going to be very busy this week kissing people. Now let me give you a star for last week because you played with your 'instrument' every day." Jenny wanted to put this star in her book herself. She got up on her knees and and leaned over the page and lined it up carefully and just as she was about to press it down, Marcus arrived. There she was with her ass in the air toward the door, not the position she had planned.
She quickly flipped over and sat on the bed. "Hi, Marcus."
"Hi, Jenny." The boy was getting out of his underwear. He jumped on to the bed beside her. "What did you learn today, Jenny?" Now it's true this recent entrant into puberty is continually horny, but even he wasn't prepared when Jenny reached over, put one arm around his neck, opened her lips and pressed their mouths together. It was a lot longer than four seconds. Marcus quickly composed himself and began exploring her breast and then working his way down. When his hand reached her twat, she backed off.
"Did I do it right, Joel?"
Marcus was then treated to a review of everything Jenny had learned to date, and when Elsie arrived, she found the twelve-year old's mouth in her baby's cunt. She now agreed with Mrs. Knapp that Joel was some kind of miracle worker.
That week, Jenny was kissing everybody. All the boys and some of the girls in her class. Her teacher. Her bus driver. A teenage boy she didn't know who was sitting on his skate board in the park. She kissed them all on the mouth, counting a full second, and made sure her mother wrote all of them down in her yellow book. The Friendly Kiss.
But the French Kiss, that she saved for special people, special like Marcus. She made sure she was naked and then snuggled up with her prospective target, closed her eyes, leaned in and began tongue dueling. This list included
• her doting mother,
• her very receptive father,
• Mrs. Gunderson, who wanted to do everything she could to support the child's learning,
• Mr. Gunderson, who responded to her tongue assault by copping a good long feel of her cunt,
• and even Mr. Hines, who was sitting on his front porch when Jenny came by and stripped. Cars kept slowing down as Hines, his mouth locked into hers, pawed over every inch of her smooth body for a good five minutes.
The last French Kiss of the week occurred on Tuesday. Jenny took her clothes off in the Joel's waiting room as Mrs. Knapp looked on and smiled. Then she walked in on the end of Brad's lesson and wrapped her naked body around his and opened her mouth wide for him. Joel and the two mothers watched as the nine-year old and seven-year old smooched lasciviously.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 13
As her lesson was coming to a close, Jenny kept adjusting herself on Joel's bed and glancing at the door. Joel saw she was distracted and asked, "So, Jenny, what will be your exercise for this week?"
"To kiss people." She was trying to decide how to present her naked body when Marcus came in.
"That's right. And how many kinds of kissing did we talk about?"
"Two." She sat leaning back on her elbows and spread her legs.
"Tell me about the first kind."
She sat up again, and crossed her legs. "That's the Friendly Kiss. That's for people I never kissed before, like the boys and girls in my class, or when there's not a lot of time, like when I'm kissing mommy goodbye at the school bus, or when I don't feel like doing the second kind. I put my lips on their mouth and I pucker and I wait one second and I let go with a nice wet popping noise. Then I smile."
"Very good, Jenny. Just the way we practiced today. Now tell me about the second kind."
Jenny lay down on her side propped up on her left elbow and bent her right leg at the knee. "That's the French Kiss. I leave my mouth open so we can lick tongues and I wait at least four seconds and maybe more. And if I can I try to take my clothes off before I do that kiss, cause the other person will want to feel my titties and my cunny."
"Excellent, Jenny. We practiced that kiss a lot today also, didn't we? So you're going to be very busy this week kissing people. Now let me give you a star for last week because you played with your 'instrument' every day." Jenny wanted to put this star in her book herself. She got up on her knees and and leaned over the page and lined it up carefully and just as she was about to press it down, Marcus arrived. There she was with her ass in the air toward the door, not the position she had planned.
She quickly flipped over and sat on the bed. "Hi, Marcus."
"Hi, Jenny." The boy was getting out of his underwear. He jumped on to the bed beside her. "What did you learn today, Jenny?" Now it's true this recent entrant into puberty is continually horny, but even he wasn't prepared when Jenny reached over, put one arm around his neck, opened her lips and pressed their mouths together. It was a lot longer than four seconds. Marcus quickly composed himself and began exploring her breast and then working his way down. When his hand reached her twat, she backed off.
"Did I do it right, Joel?"
Marcus was then treated to a review of everything Jenny had learned to date, and when Elsie arrived, she found the twelve-year old's mouth in her baby's cunt. She now agreed with Mrs. Knapp that Joel was some kind of miracle worker.
That week, Jenny was kissing everybody. All the boys and some of the girls in her class. Her teacher. Her bus driver. A teenage boy she didn't know who was sitting on his skate board in the park. She kissed them all on the mouth, counting a full second, and made sure her mother wrote all of them down in her yellow book. The Friendly Kiss.
But the French Kiss, that she saved for special people, special like Marcus. She made sure she was naked and then snuggled up with her prospective target, closed her eyes, leaned in and began tongue dueling. This list included
• her doting mother,
• her very receptive father,
• Mrs. Gunderson, who wanted to do everything she could to support the child's learning,
• Mr. Gunderson, who responded to her tongue assault by copping a good long feel of her cunt,
• and even Mr. Hines, who was sitting on his front porch when Jenny came by and stripped. Cars kept slowing down as Hines, his mouth locked into hers, pawed over every inch of her smooth body for a good five minutes.
The last French Kiss of the week occurred on Tuesday. Jenny took her clothes off in the Joel's waiting room as Mrs. Knapp looked on and smiled. Then she walked in on the end of Brad's lesson and wrapped her naked body around his and opened her mouth wide for him. Joel and the two mothers watched as the nine-year old and seven-year old smooched lasciviously.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.