Jenny's Tutor
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
18,929
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 7
©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 7
"Hmm, she's got a nice little ass, Joel," remarked Marcus after they left, without stopping his masturbation. "When will I get to fuck her?"
"Now, be nice, Marcus. Not for a long time, I'm afraid."
"Is she frigid?"
"Well, today was her first lesson." Joel vainly tried to change the subject. "So now tell me, Marcus, did you do all your exercises this week?" He had no doubt the horny pubescent did all his assignments and more.
"I think I'll come early next week," Marcus smirked, as he continued to wank with more vigor than before.
"Let's see, Marcus, you've been making cum for..." Joel consulted the boy's folder "... about seven weeks now. Is it getting more creamy yet?" The kid grunted. "Well, let's do some tests on it and see." Joel got a plastic cup ready to collect the sample, and continued trying to ask questions. "Did you practice jerking off every day this week?" Grunt. "That's good. I see you're still choking the chicken. Are you trying some of the other techniques I showed you?" Grunt. "It's always good to vary what you do. Variety is the spice, you know. Not just in masturbation but in all aspects of sex. Obviously the boy now wasn't ready to listen, so Joel gave up and postponed the rest of his questions. The pubescent boy's body was going through some changes that were certainly not unbecoming. He was just an inch shy of 5 feet now, and a pound shy of three digits. Toned muscles had begun to replace his baby fat.
After a couple minutes, Marcus shot and half filled his little cup. "Hmm, maybe not as watery as last time," Joel observed. "Here." He threw the boy a cum rag. Marcus wiped himself off and lay there recovering.
Finally, he looked at Joel and smiled. "My shots are getting bigger, right?" The boy was looking for accolades.
"Hmmm." Joel was noncommittal. "So tell me, Marcus, how many fucks did you have this week?"
"Well, there was Felice, the teenage bitch across the street. I nailed her in the ass." Joel winced at the lad's choice of verbs and nouns. "Then, a couple days later I fucked Mom, in her beaver of course. And wait, I know there was another. Oh yeah, Lizzie. She's in my class. A real nympho. The teacher let us do it in the coatroom during recess." Joel was glad to hear about the teacher's support. He and a few other CSTs had gone to a faculty meeting last year and stressed the importance of having the staff get behind this program. That the kids shouldn't be getting mixed messages.
"And you always use a condom, Marcus?"
"Oh, Joel." The kid said it like his tutor was some of kind of dinosaur, out of step with how the new generation operated.
"I mean it, Marcus. You're making cum now. You can't be going bareback any more." He taught the boy to fuck eighteen months ago, before any signs of puberty, and the youngster proved to be a virtuoso. Joel reached down to pick the boy's jeans off the floor. "You've got to have condoms in your pocket at all times, so you're always ready to meet someone in the coatroom." He felt in the jeans and found the boy didn't have any today. "OK, then, that's your first exercise for this week. Carry condoms all the time. And use them!"
"How many fucks you want to assign me this time, Joel? C'mon, tell me I gotta have one a day. That'll be a good line to use if I need it."
"Somehow, Joel, I get the impression you don't need any more pickup lines. I'll just write down that you should fuck at least three times, like last week, but you can do more if you feel you, uhm, need the practice."
"Sweet."
"However, for one of them, you have to fuck your father."
"What!!? Are you crazy!!? I ain't no homo!! Neither is Dad."
"I know that, Marcus. I never said you were. In fact, I'm quite certain you're as straight as they come. That's why I'm giving you this exercise. I want you to experience what homosexual intercourse feels like. It'll give you an appreciation of another lifestyle. Broaden your horizons."
"Yeah, 'broaden,' this here pecker was intended for broads, Joel!! Well, I guess if I close my eyes, I can pretend it's a girl's ass I'm fucking."
"No, Marcus, this time you're going to be the bottom."
"What the!!? Hey, have you seen the size of Dad's pecker? He'll rip me wide open!!"
"No he won't, Marcus." Joel has all his students start getting fingered early on in their training. Marcus's parents have both been loosening up his young sphincter for years.
"C'mon, Joel. Have a heart!! What if the fellas find out. I'll never live it down."
"Well, I'm not going to tell anyone. And I'm sure you won't either. So you just better stay in your father's good graces and not give him any reason to humiliate you with this bit of information." Joel finished writing the assignment: Get fucked by Dad. Then he gave the boy a big gold star for completing the previous week's daily wanking.
.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 7
"Hmm, she's got a nice little ass, Joel," remarked Marcus after they left, without stopping his masturbation. "When will I get to fuck her?"
"Now, be nice, Marcus. Not for a long time, I'm afraid."
"Is she frigid?"
"Well, today was her first lesson." Joel vainly tried to change the subject. "So now tell me, Marcus, did you do all your exercises this week?" He had no doubt the horny pubescent did all his assignments and more.
"I think I'll come early next week," Marcus smirked, as he continued to wank with more vigor than before.
"Let's see, Marcus, you've been making cum for..." Joel consulted the boy's folder "... about seven weeks now. Is it getting more creamy yet?" The kid grunted. "Well, let's do some tests on it and see." Joel got a plastic cup ready to collect the sample, and continued trying to ask questions. "Did you practice jerking off every day this week?" Grunt. "That's good. I see you're still choking the chicken. Are you trying some of the other techniques I showed you?" Grunt. "It's always good to vary what you do. Variety is the spice, you know. Not just in masturbation but in all aspects of sex. Obviously the boy now wasn't ready to listen, so Joel gave up and postponed the rest of his questions. The pubescent boy's body was going through some changes that were certainly not unbecoming. He was just an inch shy of 5 feet now, and a pound shy of three digits. Toned muscles had begun to replace his baby fat.
After a couple minutes, Marcus shot and half filled his little cup. "Hmm, maybe not as watery as last time," Joel observed. "Here." He threw the boy a cum rag. Marcus wiped himself off and lay there recovering.
Finally, he looked at Joel and smiled. "My shots are getting bigger, right?" The boy was looking for accolades.
"Hmmm." Joel was noncommittal. "So tell me, Marcus, how many fucks did you have this week?"
"Well, there was Felice, the teenage bitch across the street. I nailed her in the ass." Joel winced at the lad's choice of verbs and nouns. "Then, a couple days later I fucked Mom, in her beaver of course. And wait, I know there was another. Oh yeah, Lizzie. She's in my class. A real nympho. The teacher let us do it in the coatroom during recess." Joel was glad to hear about the teacher's support. He and a few other CSTs had gone to a faculty meeting last year and stressed the importance of having the staff get behind this program. That the kids shouldn't be getting mixed messages.
"And you always use a condom, Marcus?"
"Oh, Joel." The kid said it like his tutor was some of kind of dinosaur, out of step with how the new generation operated.
"I mean it, Marcus. You're making cum now. You can't be going bareback any more." He taught the boy to fuck eighteen months ago, before any signs of puberty, and the youngster proved to be a virtuoso. Joel reached down to pick the boy's jeans off the floor. "You've got to have condoms in your pocket at all times, so you're always ready to meet someone in the coatroom." He felt in the jeans and found the boy didn't have any today. "OK, then, that's your first exercise for this week. Carry condoms all the time. And use them!"
"How many fucks you want to assign me this time, Joel? C'mon, tell me I gotta have one a day. That'll be a good line to use if I need it."
"Somehow, Joel, I get the impression you don't need any more pickup lines. I'll just write down that you should fuck at least three times, like last week, but you can do more if you feel you, uhm, need the practice."
"Sweet."
"However, for one of them, you have to fuck your father."
"What!!? Are you crazy!!? I ain't no homo!! Neither is Dad."
"I know that, Marcus. I never said you were. In fact, I'm quite certain you're as straight as they come. That's why I'm giving you this exercise. I want you to experience what homosexual intercourse feels like. It'll give you an appreciation of another lifestyle. Broaden your horizons."
"Yeah, 'broaden,' this here pecker was intended for broads, Joel!! Well, I guess if I close my eyes, I can pretend it's a girl's ass I'm fucking."
"No, Marcus, this time you're going to be the bottom."
"What the!!? Hey, have you seen the size of Dad's pecker? He'll rip me wide open!!"
"No he won't, Marcus." Joel has all his students start getting fingered early on in their training. Marcus's parents have both been loosening up his young sphincter for years.
"C'mon, Joel. Have a heart!! What if the fellas find out. I'll never live it down."
"Well, I'm not going to tell anyone. And I'm sure you won't either. So you just better stay in your father's good graces and not give him any reason to humiliate you with this bit of information." Joel finished writing the assignment: Get fucked by Dad. Then he gave the boy a big gold star for completing the previous week's daily wanking.
.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.