Jenny's Tutor
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
18,559
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 25
©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 25
It was bitter cold that first Wednesday evening in February. On Monday there had been a blizzard which closed everything down, but thankfully now the roads were cleared, so all the families and guests could get to the Moose hall that Joel had rented. Some parents like the Spencers had been to many of these recitals, but they never got tired of watching their protégés perform. For others like the Harknesses, this was their first recital and they were in for a real treat.
Each student had been given five tickets, so along with Jenny's parents, the Gundersons were also there as well as Mr. Hines.
The theme this semester was "Love in Paris," or "L'amour à Paris," as it said on the programs. The ceiling was festooned with the tricolor. Large posters of the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, the Grand Palais, The Louvre, and Notre Dame graced the walls. Everyone was given French flags to wave and on the refreshment table was as assortment of hors d'oeuvres and bottles of champagne.
In the center of the room was a bed, and a night stand. The chairs were arranged in circles around it. The early arrivals glommed the front row seats, (except for those marked, "la chaise réservée pour l'étudiant"). On every chair was a program which listed the evening's recital pieces,--in French of course.
The parents were nervous. They all wanted their children to do well tonight. Many were repeatedly checking the batteries in their cameras. A few were already rubbing their crotches in anticipation. Most were talking to their friends, and making new acquaintances.
Chester complained he couldn't understand the program. "I feel like I'm in a fuckin French restaurant, and I can't tell what the hell I'm going to eat."
"Phil, do you remember our son's first recital?" recalled Cathy Gunderson. "He played Frere Jacques." Her husband nodded.
"Yeah, but that was a musical recital. This is a lot different," qualified Jenny's father.
"Well, the instruments are different, of course, but still the children must be nervous having to perform in front of all these people."
Phil asked, "So what piece is little Jenny going to perform?"
"She wouldn't tell us," Elsie answered. "Been real secretive about it. Whenever I asked what her piece was, she just giggled and said, 'You'll see.' She and Marcus have been up to something in her room, though."
"She's probably going to perform anal," added Chester. "She's been practicing that a lot. Well, you know, Phil." Phil had indeed fucked her back side several times doggy style, as had her father. And whenever they got a peek at Marcus with their daughter, he had her bent over the bed plowing her rear end.
"Well, then," said Cathy, "she'll do just fine." Had any of them taken the time to study the program, they would have seen Mohammed and Jasmine were listed to perform "les relations sexuelles anales," and Marcus and Jenny wouldn't perform until the closing act.
The students were off in an anteroom, the one used by the bride and her entourage when the hall is rented out for a wedding reception. Eugene was giving his Joel imitation, which all the kids thought was hilarious. Their laughter gave the impression of relaxed confidence, but most of them had a few butterflies. They knew there was a big audience waiting out there to watch them perform.
The tutor also was nervous. He was praying everything would go smoothly. "Take it easy, Joel." It was Jake, Annie's father, a single dad. He helped out at every recital by handling the spotlight and cuing the music. It was the least he could do for the man who had transformed his withdrawn daughter following her mother's death into a self-confident young lady who gave her father so much pleasure each night. "You know the kids will do just fine. You're a great tutor. Everyone here tonight knows that."
Joel thanked him for his vote of support and went to check the thermostat; he didn't want his unclad students to get chilled. He went back to the kids to count noses, checking to see that they'd all arrived and no one had disappeared. Actually, it wasn't their noses he was counting. Then he gave the troops their last-minute pep talk, and walked out to greet the crowd.
"Bonsoir, mesdames et messieurs. Soyez bienvenus à notre récit d'hiver. OK, I've exhausted my high school French. But what better inspiration could we have than Paris, la cite de l'amour. I'm so glad you all made it out in this terrible weather. The children have been working very hard this semester, and they're looking forward to showing you all the things they've learned. Please turn off your cell phones, but of course you can certainly use your cameras. When someone is photographing their own child, be considerate and try not to block the picture. And after your child performs, I hope you don't leave. It's really unfair to all the other children who've worked so hard on their pieces. Well, I've already talked too much, so we'll turn down the house lights and begin our show.
Jake pressed "play" on the CD player, and as Frank Sinatra started singing "I Love Paris in the Springtime," the first student appeared. "This is Barbara Meyers. She's eleven. And she has been taking lessons for three years." Jake kept the spotlight on this naked beauty as she walked to her chair, while the audience applauded and whooped.
.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 25
It was bitter cold that first Wednesday evening in February. On Monday there had been a blizzard which closed everything down, but thankfully now the roads were cleared, so all the families and guests could get to the Moose hall that Joel had rented. Some parents like the Spencers had been to many of these recitals, but they never got tired of watching their protégés perform. For others like the Harknesses, this was their first recital and they were in for a real treat.
Each student had been given five tickets, so along with Jenny's parents, the Gundersons were also there as well as Mr. Hines.
The theme this semester was "Love in Paris," or "L'amour à Paris," as it said on the programs. The ceiling was festooned with the tricolor. Large posters of the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, the Grand Palais, The Louvre, and Notre Dame graced the walls. Everyone was given French flags to wave and on the refreshment table was as assortment of hors d'oeuvres and bottles of champagne.
In the center of the room was a bed, and a night stand. The chairs were arranged in circles around it. The early arrivals glommed the front row seats, (except for those marked, "la chaise réservée pour l'étudiant"). On every chair was a program which listed the evening's recital pieces,--in French of course.
The parents were nervous. They all wanted their children to do well tonight. Many were repeatedly checking the batteries in their cameras. A few were already rubbing their crotches in anticipation. Most were talking to their friends, and making new acquaintances.
Chester complained he couldn't understand the program. "I feel like I'm in a fuckin French restaurant, and I can't tell what the hell I'm going to eat."
"Phil, do you remember our son's first recital?" recalled Cathy Gunderson. "He played Frere Jacques." Her husband nodded.
"Yeah, but that was a musical recital. This is a lot different," qualified Jenny's father.
"Well, the instruments are different, of course, but still the children must be nervous having to perform in front of all these people."
Phil asked, "So what piece is little Jenny going to perform?"
"She wouldn't tell us," Elsie answered. "Been real secretive about it. Whenever I asked what her piece was, she just giggled and said, 'You'll see.' She and Marcus have been up to something in her room, though."
"She's probably going to perform anal," added Chester. "She's been practicing that a lot. Well, you know, Phil." Phil had indeed fucked her back side several times doggy style, as had her father. And whenever they got a peek at Marcus with their daughter, he had her bent over the bed plowing her rear end.
"Well, then," said Cathy, "she'll do just fine." Had any of them taken the time to study the program, they would have seen Mohammed and Jasmine were listed to perform "les relations sexuelles anales," and Marcus and Jenny wouldn't perform until the closing act.
The students were off in an anteroom, the one used by the bride and her entourage when the hall is rented out for a wedding reception. Eugene was giving his Joel imitation, which all the kids thought was hilarious. Their laughter gave the impression of relaxed confidence, but most of them had a few butterflies. They knew there was a big audience waiting out there to watch them perform.
The tutor also was nervous. He was praying everything would go smoothly. "Take it easy, Joel." It was Jake, Annie's father, a single dad. He helped out at every recital by handling the spotlight and cuing the music. It was the least he could do for the man who had transformed his withdrawn daughter following her mother's death into a self-confident young lady who gave her father so much pleasure each night. "You know the kids will do just fine. You're a great tutor. Everyone here tonight knows that."
Joel thanked him for his vote of support and went to check the thermostat; he didn't want his unclad students to get chilled. He went back to the kids to count noses, checking to see that they'd all arrived and no one had disappeared. Actually, it wasn't their noses he was counting. Then he gave the troops their last-minute pep talk, and walked out to greet the crowd.
"Bonsoir, mesdames et messieurs. Soyez bienvenus à notre récit d'hiver. OK, I've exhausted my high school French. But what better inspiration could we have than Paris, la cite de l'amour. I'm so glad you all made it out in this terrible weather. The children have been working very hard this semester, and they're looking forward to showing you all the things they've learned. Please turn off your cell phones, but of course you can certainly use your cameras. When someone is photographing their own child, be considerate and try not to block the picture. And after your child performs, I hope you don't leave. It's really unfair to all the other children who've worked so hard on their pieces. Well, I've already talked too much, so we'll turn down the house lights and begin our show.
Jake pressed "play" on the CD player, and as Frank Sinatra started singing "I Love Paris in the Springtime," the first student appeared. "This is Barbara Meyers. She's eleven. And she has been taking lessons for three years." Jake kept the spotlight on this naked beauty as she walked to her chair, while the audience applauded and whooped.
.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.