Jenny's Tutor
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
18,550
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 17
©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 17
Due to a last minute cancellation, Joel found he had some time to catch up on his paperwork. Nelson had been rather elusive about his reasons, but they were able to schedule a makeup session later in the week. Joel sat at his desk and opened a student's folder. Then his door opened. "Hi, Joel."
"Marcus, your appointment isn't until tomorrow."
"Shit, I know that. I been coming to you every Tuesday at 4:30 like forever. But I want to talk."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I happen to have this hour free."
"I know." Marcus turned a chair around and sat with his legs on either side of the back splat.
Joel detected a conspiracy. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Jenny's curriculum."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I think you ought to give her the blow job lesson tomorrow."
"Oh, you do!" What made this snotty kid think he could come in here and tell me how to teach my students.
"Yeah. I think she's ready to do oral. She takes oral real good so I think she'd like giving it."
"Now, listen here, Marcus, you can't expect me to..."
"Look, if you don't want to teach her, Joel, that's OK. I can teach her myself."
"Now wait a minute! You'll do no such thing, young man. You signed a contract, at least your parents did." He fumbled in his desk for a copy.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, don't get your panties all in a knot." He stood up and paced the floor as he made his argument, like a seventh grade Perry Mason. "Number 5 we -quote- should not initiate any lessons themselves without consulting the Tutor. Student should not be pushed to attempt exercises for which he/she is not ready -unquote-." Marcus wiggled two fingers on both hands. "Shit, Joel, like I said, she is ready. And so that's what I'm doing, I'm consulting you just the way you fuckin want."
"You saw her this week, didn't you?"
Marcus flopped down on the bed and unzipped his fly. "Yeah," he said dreamily. "We went bowling."
"Tell me what happened, Marcus." The lad worked his love tool as he described the date, the ride in the back seat of his Mom's car, the bowling itself, the pizza, the chemistry they both felt, then the visit to her house. The boy knew if he was going to clinch his argument, he had to tell Joel every erotic detail. He made sure Joel could picture the bed, the loving kisses, the slow stripping, the exploring hands, the delicious fingering, the eating of the beaver, and the explosive conclusion. "So you see, Joel, you can't deny she's ready to give her first blow job."
Joel was rather unprofessionally rubbing himself by this point. "Well, I can certainly agree that YOU are ready for Jenny's blow job."
"Look, I know I won't be her first. In fact, fuck, of course you're going to be her first. You always are. That's part of the job. Shit, I think I want to be a CST when I grow up. And of course, you're going to write down in her little yellow book that she should then suck off her daddy, and the creep across the street, and that pervy couple that comes by every Sunday. But hell, I can live with that, Joel, as long as I get my chance in her precious little mouth some time soon. Please, Joel, I'm a longtime customer. Do me this one favor, I'm begging you. I'll do anything. I'll, uh, what, I'll, yeah, I'll let Nelson fuck my ass. Now you see how fuckin bad I want you to do this, Joel?"
"Marcus, listen to me carefully. I've worked years to develop this curriculum. I'm not about to change it just so you can get your kicks with an innocent second-grader."
Marcus stood up and began to zip up his pants. "So I guess this visit was a waste of time."
"Shit, Kid. I'm not done yet." He pulled Marcus's jeans and underwear down, and pushed him back on to the bed.
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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 17
Due to a last minute cancellation, Joel found he had some time to catch up on his paperwork. Nelson had been rather elusive about his reasons, but they were able to schedule a makeup session later in the week. Joel sat at his desk and opened a student's folder. Then his door opened. "Hi, Joel."
"Marcus, your appointment isn't until tomorrow."
"Shit, I know that. I been coming to you every Tuesday at 4:30 like forever. But I want to talk."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I happen to have this hour free."
"I know." Marcus turned a chair around and sat with his legs on either side of the back splat.
Joel detected a conspiracy. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Jenny's curriculum."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I think you ought to give her the blow job lesson tomorrow."
"Oh, you do!" What made this snotty kid think he could come in here and tell me how to teach my students.
"Yeah. I think she's ready to do oral. She takes oral real good so I think she'd like giving it."
"Now, listen here, Marcus, you can't expect me to..."
"Look, if you don't want to teach her, Joel, that's OK. I can teach her myself."
"Now wait a minute! You'll do no such thing, young man. You signed a contract, at least your parents did." He fumbled in his desk for a copy.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, don't get your panties all in a knot." He stood up and paced the floor as he made his argument, like a seventh grade Perry Mason. "Number 5 we -quote- should not initiate any lessons themselves without consulting the Tutor. Student should not be pushed to attempt exercises for which he/she is not ready -unquote-." Marcus wiggled two fingers on both hands. "Shit, Joel, like I said, she is ready. And so that's what I'm doing, I'm consulting you just the way you fuckin want."
"You saw her this week, didn't you?"
Marcus flopped down on the bed and unzipped his fly. "Yeah," he said dreamily. "We went bowling."
"Tell me what happened, Marcus." The lad worked his love tool as he described the date, the ride in the back seat of his Mom's car, the bowling itself, the pizza, the chemistry they both felt, then the visit to her house. The boy knew if he was going to clinch his argument, he had to tell Joel every erotic detail. He made sure Joel could picture the bed, the loving kisses, the slow stripping, the exploring hands, the delicious fingering, the eating of the beaver, and the explosive conclusion. "So you see, Joel, you can't deny she's ready to give her first blow job."
Joel was rather unprofessionally rubbing himself by this point. "Well, I can certainly agree that YOU are ready for Jenny's blow job."
"Look, I know I won't be her first. In fact, fuck, of course you're going to be her first. You always are. That's part of the job. Shit, I think I want to be a CST when I grow up. And of course, you're going to write down in her little yellow book that she should then suck off her daddy, and the creep across the street, and that pervy couple that comes by every Sunday. But hell, I can live with that, Joel, as long as I get my chance in her precious little mouth some time soon. Please, Joel, I'm a longtime customer. Do me this one favor, I'm begging you. I'll do anything. I'll, uh, what, I'll, yeah, I'll let Nelson fuck my ass. Now you see how fuckin bad I want you to do this, Joel?"
"Marcus, listen to me carefully. I've worked years to develop this curriculum. I'm not about to change it just so you can get your kicks with an innocent second-grader."
Marcus stood up and began to zip up his pants. "So I guess this visit was a waste of time."
"Shit, Kid. I'm not done yet." He pulled Marcus's jeans and underwear down, and pushed him back on to the bed.
.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.