Jenny's Tutor
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
18,558
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 24
©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 24
Jenny was one of the first students back on the bus. Winfield and Barbara boarded soon after. Even though they had just fucked each other for Everett and Carolina, that hardly made them best friends. Winfield joined Eugene and Barbara sat with Jenny and introduced herself. Barbara had only briefly crossed paths with the students who had appointments just before and after hers. In fact, this outing was the first time most of Joel's students had met each other. "What's your name?"
"Jenny. But, uh, I was sort of saving this seat."
"Oh, OK, Jenny. No problem. I'll sit behind you then." Barbara moved and began telling her how happy the old couple was with her performance, and Winfield's also of course.
Then Brad got on the bus and sat beside Jenny. "Hi, remember me? You came into my lesson a few weeks ago and French kissed me. You're a good kisser." Lately, he's been seeing her naked in the waiting room. He started rubbing his crotch, and Jenny again explained, as gently as possible, she was saving the seat. Brad got up and Jenny moved over to the aisle before anyone else encroached.
Finally, her sweetheart came. Marcus grinned when he found she'd saved him a seat. He immediately put one arm around her neck and the other inside her jacket. The two of them began whispering and giggling. Marcus wanted to hear all about her time with Conrad. Actually Marcus kept track of all the people his angel was intimate with.
"Oh, he was really very sweet, Marcus. You would have liked him. He had me sit beside him on his bed, and he petted my hair, and stroked my shoulders, and I started to undress, and we kissed a lot of Friendly Kisses, and he started to undress, and I asked him if he wanted a French Kiss and he was surprised I knew about that, and I told him I learn lots of stuff from Joel. And then we're both all naked and he holds me real nice and I like the way he smells and I'm petting his dicky but it doesn't get big and he says he's sorry and says its the damn postate, something like that. And I say it's OK, and he licks me all over, and I spread my legs so he can lick my cunny and he said that was nice and I said that was nice, and after I get that nice feeling, then we sit up again and we just hold each other and pet each other and he tells me how when he was young like Joel he used to play with little girls a lot and they all liked it but they had to keep it a secret because you know what, Marcus? back then they arrested people who did that. Isn't that sad? I told him it made me sad, and he hugged me and said he really liked that I came today, and he helped me put my clothes back on, and I kissed him goodbye and wished him a Merry Christmas."
Jenny was wrapped up in her account and all its beautiful innocent graphic detail. So despite the chilly air, she hadn't even noticed that Marcus had moved his hand off her titties and had pulled down her warm winter pants so he could play her instrument. When she saw what he'd done, she grinned. "So what did you do, Marcus?"
"Hehe, Gilmour is such a funny old faggot. I ain't using bad words cause that's what he called himself, a funny old faggot. He showed me his closet and all his clothes were lacy and frilly and silky and he told me to call him Girl, so I did." Actually, that helped Marcus accomplish his mission, pretending this was a female, a really old ugly female. "And he said I was real fuckin handsome."
"Hehe, you are, Marcus."
"Hehe, I know, hehe. So he said I had fuckin big muscles." Actually, Gilmour never used the F word as a modifier, but Marcus was so accustomed to saying it, he even inserted it into quotations. "And I took off my shirt to show him my biceps and my pecs and my abs, and I said you like these, Girl? And he like oohed and aahed. Hehe, like you do, Jenny. And I said Girl I got a nice fuckin big muscle bone in my pants too. And he put a plush pillow on the floor to kneel on and he opened my pants and he took them down my legs and after he rubbed my underwear a while and saw they was getting wet then he carefully took them down and then he started sucking my dicky and he's a fuckin good cocksucker. Better than my Dad and better than my Karate teacher and way better than Joel. But still he don't suck as good as you, Jenny, you're the best." By now, Jenny had opened Marcus's pants and was giving him a gentle hand job. "And I held back and didn't shoot my cum, and he was amazed at my control. And he said he wanted me to fuck him. And I said All right Girl. And I took a condom out of my pants and gave it to him, but do you know what Girl did then, Jenny? Girl turned off the lights. 'She' said 'she' was modest, hehe. So I don't see a fuckin thing, but then I feel something and Girl is rolling the condom on, and then I feel Girl pushing her ass back to me and so I gave Girl a real good fuck in her ass. And she was screaming and yelling and telling me I was the best fucker in the whole fuckin world. And of course Girl is right cause I am, you know." Marcus suddenly stopped his braggadocio. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jenny, you don't know, cause we ain't fucked yet." He got real quiet and the two of them played each other's instruments for a while as the bus took them home.
"Marcus, you know what?" Jenny finally whispered. "Joel said in January, he's going to teach me how to take a dicky up my poopy."
Marcus looked at her with wide eyes. "Really, Jenny?"
She nodded. "Yeah. I can't wait to have you fuck me there, Marcus. Because I already know you really are the best fucker in the whole fuckin world."
The two were now locked in a French Kiss, that didn't stop until the bus got back to Joel's.
.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 24
Jenny was one of the first students back on the bus. Winfield and Barbara boarded soon after. Even though they had just fucked each other for Everett and Carolina, that hardly made them best friends. Winfield joined Eugene and Barbara sat with Jenny and introduced herself. Barbara had only briefly crossed paths with the students who had appointments just before and after hers. In fact, this outing was the first time most of Joel's students had met each other. "What's your name?"
"Jenny. But, uh, I was sort of saving this seat."
"Oh, OK, Jenny. No problem. I'll sit behind you then." Barbara moved and began telling her how happy the old couple was with her performance, and Winfield's also of course.
Then Brad got on the bus and sat beside Jenny. "Hi, remember me? You came into my lesson a few weeks ago and French kissed me. You're a good kisser." Lately, he's been seeing her naked in the waiting room. He started rubbing his crotch, and Jenny again explained, as gently as possible, she was saving the seat. Brad got up and Jenny moved over to the aisle before anyone else encroached.
Finally, her sweetheart came. Marcus grinned when he found she'd saved him a seat. He immediately put one arm around her neck and the other inside her jacket. The two of them began whispering and giggling. Marcus wanted to hear all about her time with Conrad. Actually Marcus kept track of all the people his angel was intimate with.
"Oh, he was really very sweet, Marcus. You would have liked him. He had me sit beside him on his bed, and he petted my hair, and stroked my shoulders, and I started to undress, and we kissed a lot of Friendly Kisses, and he started to undress, and I asked him if he wanted a French Kiss and he was surprised I knew about that, and I told him I learn lots of stuff from Joel. And then we're both all naked and he holds me real nice and I like the way he smells and I'm petting his dicky but it doesn't get big and he says he's sorry and says its the damn postate, something like that. And I say it's OK, and he licks me all over, and I spread my legs so he can lick my cunny and he said that was nice and I said that was nice, and after I get that nice feeling, then we sit up again and we just hold each other and pet each other and he tells me how when he was young like Joel he used to play with little girls a lot and they all liked it but they had to keep it a secret because you know what, Marcus? back then they arrested people who did that. Isn't that sad? I told him it made me sad, and he hugged me and said he really liked that I came today, and he helped me put my clothes back on, and I kissed him goodbye and wished him a Merry Christmas."
Jenny was wrapped up in her account and all its beautiful innocent graphic detail. So despite the chilly air, she hadn't even noticed that Marcus had moved his hand off her titties and had pulled down her warm winter pants so he could play her instrument. When she saw what he'd done, she grinned. "So what did you do, Marcus?"
"Hehe, Gilmour is such a funny old faggot. I ain't using bad words cause that's what he called himself, a funny old faggot. He showed me his closet and all his clothes were lacy and frilly and silky and he told me to call him Girl, so I did." Actually, that helped Marcus accomplish his mission, pretending this was a female, a really old ugly female. "And he said I was real fuckin handsome."
"Hehe, you are, Marcus."
"Hehe, I know, hehe. So he said I had fuckin big muscles." Actually, Gilmour never used the F word as a modifier, but Marcus was so accustomed to saying it, he even inserted it into quotations. "And I took off my shirt to show him my biceps and my pecs and my abs, and I said you like these, Girl? And he like oohed and aahed. Hehe, like you do, Jenny. And I said Girl I got a nice fuckin big muscle bone in my pants too. And he put a plush pillow on the floor to kneel on and he opened my pants and he took them down my legs and after he rubbed my underwear a while and saw they was getting wet then he carefully took them down and then he started sucking my dicky and he's a fuckin good cocksucker. Better than my Dad and better than my Karate teacher and way better than Joel. But still he don't suck as good as you, Jenny, you're the best." By now, Jenny had opened Marcus's pants and was giving him a gentle hand job. "And I held back and didn't shoot my cum, and he was amazed at my control. And he said he wanted me to fuck him. And I said All right Girl. And I took a condom out of my pants and gave it to him, but do you know what Girl did then, Jenny? Girl turned off the lights. 'She' said 'she' was modest, hehe. So I don't see a fuckin thing, but then I feel something and Girl is rolling the condom on, and then I feel Girl pushing her ass back to me and so I gave Girl a real good fuck in her ass. And she was screaming and yelling and telling me I was the best fucker in the whole fuckin world. And of course Girl is right cause I am, you know." Marcus suddenly stopped his braggadocio. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jenny, you don't know, cause we ain't fucked yet." He got real quiet and the two of them played each other's instruments for a while as the bus took them home.
"Marcus, you know what?" Jenny finally whispered. "Joel said in January, he's going to teach me how to take a dicky up my poopy."
Marcus looked at her with wide eyes. "Really, Jenny?"
She nodded. "Yeah. I can't wait to have you fuck me there, Marcus. Because I already know you really are the best fucker in the whole fuckin world."
The two were now locked in a French Kiss, that didn't stop until the bus got back to Joel's.
.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.