Jenny's Tutor
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
18,563
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 27
©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 27
"Our final performance will be little Jenny and her friend Marcus. As you can tell by the title of their duet, they could not have practiced this ahead of time. They will be performing it for the first time ever in front of all you wonderful people. But I know Jenny is ready for this. She couldn't be any better prepared for this night. And Marcus is definitely the best partner for her. Ladies and gentlemen, we present le déflorant d'une jeune fille."
Chester looked again at his program. What the hell? He never took French. All around him, parents who did know the language of love were oohing. This was going to be something very special to watch.
Elsie too was confused. Jenny hadn't even practiced it, whatever it was, ahead of time? Why couldn't Joel let her practice? For the first time, she was having doubts about this tutor.
Her husband was still trying to decipher the code. Déflorant, déflorant. Florant. Floral. Flower. Then it hit him what déflorant meant. No way. This can't be happening. But Marcus already had his little baby girl on the bed.
"Are you nervous, my angel?" Marcus whispered in her ear.
"Just a little."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll be gentle." She looked into his eyes and smiled. Then she looked out at her parents and smiled. But from then on her attention was solely on her lover, the boy who was about to change her life forever. She would always remember this one special night.
They started slowly. Long slow French kisses. To make up for their difference in height, Jenny stood on the bed and Marcus knelt. Her hands slid up and down his wingbones. His caressed her tiny buttocks. Then they lay down on their sides and continued the tongue duel. Those on one side of the circle, like Jenny's parents, were treated to a view of Jenny's sweet young ass, and Marcus's fingers exploring the furrow. The other side watched her hand move up and down the boy's spine.
Marcus released his lover and turned her on to her back. He knelt at her side. She was looking adoringly up at his boymeat. With one hand he stroked her fair hair. He had her lick a finger on his other hand and inserted it in her cunny. Everyone could see how much pleasure he was giving her. Then he moved his hips around until he was straddling her face. His twelve-year old scrotum was inches from her eyes. He leaned forward and she took his cock in her hands and guided it into her mouth. He leaned forward more until his face made contact with her cunny. He began licking her as she sucked him off. They 69ed for seeming ages. Yet he didn't blow his wad.
He leaned back again and she released his dicky. It was primed. Glistening in the spotlight was a long arc of precum extending from his dickhead to her loving lips. He reached over and took something from the night stand, then shifted his position until he was kneeling between her legs. Mr. Spencer recognized the Lifestyles Tuxedo in Marcus's hand. Jenny sat up. Her lover bit into the black packet he'd been saving, and handed her the condom. She rolled it on, never taking her eyes off his. Then she lay down again and spread her legs even wider.
He opened the KY and applied it on and in her cunny. He leaned forward again. Closer and closer. She whispered, "I want you." His lips mouthed, "I love you." His strong young arms held his upper body above hers, shielding her from all the world's bad things. She took his wrists in her delicate hands. Their eyes shut. There was now no audience, no lights, no tutor. There was only Marcus and Jenny alone on a bed in fairyland, surrounded by unicorns all named Princess wearing Mardi Gras beads. The boy's latex-covered glans touched her labia. With her hand, she opened them. He pushed forward. She caught her breath. This was thicker than her finger. Thicker than his finger. Thicker than her Daddy's finger, or Joel's. It felt so tight, but it felt so right. She wrinkled her eyes and let out a high pitched squeak. Marcus pulled back ever so slightly and pushed in again, out and in, out and in. His energetic butt was bobbing up and down. He wished he could kiss her, but her face was under his chest. He concentrated on her response as he continued to piston. Then she began to get the feeling. She wrapped her skinny legs around his waist. She felt the orgasm coming. Through some mysterious communication only lovers know, Marcus felt it as well and held back on his own. Then suddenly with one voice, they both shouted. Marcus quickly pulled out, took off the condom and sprayed his darling angel with his lovely white cream.
The audience gave them a standing ovation. Even Joel had a tear in his eye. Mr. and Mrs. Harkness hugged each other. Their baby was no longer a virgin.
.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 27
"Our final performance will be little Jenny and her friend Marcus. As you can tell by the title of their duet, they could not have practiced this ahead of time. They will be performing it for the first time ever in front of all you wonderful people. But I know Jenny is ready for this. She couldn't be any better prepared for this night. And Marcus is definitely the best partner for her. Ladies and gentlemen, we present le déflorant d'une jeune fille."
Chester looked again at his program. What the hell? He never took French. All around him, parents who did know the language of love were oohing. This was going to be something very special to watch.
Elsie too was confused. Jenny hadn't even practiced it, whatever it was, ahead of time? Why couldn't Joel let her practice? For the first time, she was having doubts about this tutor.
Her husband was still trying to decipher the code. Déflorant, déflorant. Florant. Floral. Flower. Then it hit him what déflorant meant. No way. This can't be happening. But Marcus already had his little baby girl on the bed.
"Are you nervous, my angel?" Marcus whispered in her ear.
"Just a little."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll be gentle." She looked into his eyes and smiled. Then she looked out at her parents and smiled. But from then on her attention was solely on her lover, the boy who was about to change her life forever. She would always remember this one special night.
They started slowly. Long slow French kisses. To make up for their difference in height, Jenny stood on the bed and Marcus knelt. Her hands slid up and down his wingbones. His caressed her tiny buttocks. Then they lay down on their sides and continued the tongue duel. Those on one side of the circle, like Jenny's parents, were treated to a view of Jenny's sweet young ass, and Marcus's fingers exploring the furrow. The other side watched her hand move up and down the boy's spine.
Marcus released his lover and turned her on to her back. He knelt at her side. She was looking adoringly up at his boymeat. With one hand he stroked her fair hair. He had her lick a finger on his other hand and inserted it in her cunny. Everyone could see how much pleasure he was giving her. Then he moved his hips around until he was straddling her face. His twelve-year old scrotum was inches from her eyes. He leaned forward and she took his cock in her hands and guided it into her mouth. He leaned forward more until his face made contact with her cunny. He began licking her as she sucked him off. They 69ed for seeming ages. Yet he didn't blow his wad.
He leaned back again and she released his dicky. It was primed. Glistening in the spotlight was a long arc of precum extending from his dickhead to her loving lips. He reached over and took something from the night stand, then shifted his position until he was kneeling between her legs. Mr. Spencer recognized the Lifestyles Tuxedo in Marcus's hand. Jenny sat up. Her lover bit into the black packet he'd been saving, and handed her the condom. She rolled it on, never taking her eyes off his. Then she lay down again and spread her legs even wider.
He opened the KY and applied it on and in her cunny. He leaned forward again. Closer and closer. She whispered, "I want you." His lips mouthed, "I love you." His strong young arms held his upper body above hers, shielding her from all the world's bad things. She took his wrists in her delicate hands. Their eyes shut. There was now no audience, no lights, no tutor. There was only Marcus and Jenny alone on a bed in fairyland, surrounded by unicorns all named Princess wearing Mardi Gras beads. The boy's latex-covered glans touched her labia. With her hand, she opened them. He pushed forward. She caught her breath. This was thicker than her finger. Thicker than his finger. Thicker than her Daddy's finger, or Joel's. It felt so tight, but it felt so right. She wrinkled her eyes and let out a high pitched squeak. Marcus pulled back ever so slightly and pushed in again, out and in, out and in. His energetic butt was bobbing up and down. He wished he could kiss her, but her face was under his chest. He concentrated on her response as he continued to piston. Then she began to get the feeling. She wrapped her skinny legs around his waist. She felt the orgasm coming. Through some mysterious communication only lovers know, Marcus felt it as well and held back on his own. Then suddenly with one voice, they both shouted. Marcus quickly pulled out, took off the condom and sprayed his darling angel with his lovely white cream.
The audience gave them a standing ovation. Even Joel had a tear in his eye. Mr. and Mrs. Harkness hugged each other. Their baby was no longer a virgin.
.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.