I was a healthy 14-year-old girl. Some found me very attractive, others not so much. I was 5’2, outgoing, tall and lanky . . . had a big social circle of friends who adored me, a loving home, and a good education. With my long black hair that reached to my waist, pink full lips, tiny hips and apple-sized breasts, I sometimes could easily turn quite a few heads. And back then, I had a tutor. He was a plump looking older gentleman, 5’8, 42 years of age who educated me in his home in mathematics (and much more) my final year in middle school.

I had learned that he lived with his wife and teenage twin daughters. I had been studying under him for two years by that point. He was a very nice and friendly guy. He’d properly praised students for doing a good job and would help those who lagged behind in their studies. A pat on the head, a pat on the back, an occasional half hug was very normal behavior towards his students. He would routinely lean over from behind me, while he taught math. Although some might find this behavior suspect, no one ever thought anything of it.

He never touched anyone inappropriately and never glanced at anyone in a perverse way. So when he leaned over me while showing me shortcuts to the math we were learning . . . it was nothing abnormal. Over the course of the year my grades had improved tremendously, and there was nothing to complain about. Occasionally when he would lean over, and take the pen from my hand and show me how to do a math problem correctly, the cap of the pen or the knuckle of his thumb would accidentally brush over the underside of my breast. It happened only a few times and he showed no indication of ever really noticing what was taking place.

But things changed on a very rainy day. I was suddenly caught by a late afternoon shower on my walk to his house for my tutor session. School had just ended for the day. The weather channel had not forecast any news of rain for the day, so I did not carry any umbrella with me. I arrived at his door, soaked down to my bones and shivering. I hurriedly rang the doorbell to be let into the warmth of his home.

Waiting for the door to open, I saw his neighbor in the next building hurriedly unlocking his own door to get inside. The poor soul looked half a decade older than me and like a drowned rat, he had been caught in the rain as well. The door in front of me creaked open, revealing Michael, my tutor. It was unusual for him to come to the door, because his wife normally greeted me. He took one look at me and quickly ushered me inside. He disappeared into his room, while I stood inside his living room, cold and shivering, dripping from head to toe.

He came back with a towel in one hand and suggested I change into some of his wife’s clothes before I caught a nasty cold. He informed me how his wife and his kids had gone over to his mother-in-laws place for about a month for their kids’ school vacation. He had stayed behind for his students and had assured me his wife wouldn’t mind me borrowing her clothes. I saw no reason to say no.

I put down my bag (waterproof, thank heavens) on the living room floor and went inside the bedroom to change. I left my wet shoes and socks in the vestibule. Michael, as he preferred to be called, followed in behind me and headed for the dresser. He found a thin white top and a pair of surprisingly short shorts for me to change into, and laid them out on the bed. He looked at me, up and down with a small smile playing on his lips. “Here, change into these quickly, you look cold,” he said, also handing me the towel.

“Thank you,” I whispered as I wiped my hair. Since I literally was soaked all the way to the skin, I knew I would probably have to shed all of my clothes. The thought of going commando (less any undies) in front of this man . . . was a bit of a stretch, even though he was my tutor.

“Besides,” he said while he moved towards the door, “It’s a good thing that its after sundown, so no one will see you looking like that. Now, change quickly, I’ll be waiting for you in the study room. Bring your wet clothes with you . . . and don’t forget . . . your bra and panties, and I will put them in the dryer, so that you can return home later tonight, in nice dry clothes.” I looked down to find my school clothes still sticking to every curve of my body like a glove, hugging my breasts as beads of water rolled down my chest towards my fully visible white bra.

The rain had made my shirt completely translucent. I blushed hard as Michael walked out of the room. I locked the door and started changing. After taking off my outer clothes, my earlier thoughts came true . . . and I realized my bra and panties were soaked through by the rain and they would have to join my other clothes . . . just like Michael said, all headed for the dryer.

I peeled everything off my body, briefly looking at my naked image in the mirror. One by one . . . I carefully fit into his wife’s top and shorts. Surprisingly the shorts fit almost perfectly, but the white top was about two sizes too big for me. In fact, it rolled off half my shoulder. I sighed and attempted to straighten the shirt over my developing breasts. Beggars couldn’t be choosers.

I changed and hurried towards the study room, grabbing my bag on the way. I took a seat, brought out the study materials and started to solve some math problems assigned originally by the teacher. Michael leaned against a wall in front of me while he watched me study. I looked up and found his eyes burning into mine. With a start, I realized he wasn’t looking at my face at all. I followed his gaze and looked down to see where his eyes were aimed. The loose neckline of the white top had slipped down, to reveal the curve of my left breast and the nipple was somewhat peeking out. The nub was swollen and pebbled from the cold. Inside my mind I knew, I was becoming one tasty and very naughty treat for his inquisitive eyes.

I swiftly pulled the top upwards, blocking his view of my titties. My face turned red with embarrassment and I dared not look up. A few minutes had passed as I kept doing my math problems. I self-consciously tried to keep the front of the top up where it belonged. As usual, when I was stuck with a sum, he leaned over my back and started to show me how to solve it. My body became aware of his presence due to the embarrassing incident minutes earlier. I looked up and caught him staring down at my exposed chest. I was certain he could see both of my breasts (in total) and probably my stiff nipples as well as he peered downwards. Suddenly the lid of his pen brushed lazily against my nipple . . . and I froze.

Without a bra in the way . . . as in the past, the touch felt very intimate and I felt somewhat confused . . . but very aroused. I tried to scoot back a little, but my chair was trapped between Michael and the table. He didn’t seem to notice at all and made no attempt at adding assistance. He kept explaining the correct steps for solving the problems, as usual. I felt another brush of his pen against my breasts, only this time it kept happening every time he placed numbers on the paper. The pen’s tip slid against the paper . . . while the edge kept brushing over my excited stiff nipples.

Goosebumps appeared all over my body. The sharp cap kept poking into my erect buds, making my body feel strange. I angled away a bit, hoping the sensation would stop. In doing so, I had moved in such a way that his entire hand was now pressed snugly against the right side of my breast. I sat rigid as Michael slowly . . . but surely pressed his hand even closer into my side as he wrote the problems on my notebook. A shiver worked its way down my spine and I knew I should not be feeling this aroused . . . around an older man . . . but I unashamedly did.

I knew he was doing this on purpose. Even over the thin cloth of my top, his big burly hand felt very exciting against my cold body. Yet, I did not shove his hand away. With a start, I realized that the sensation actually felt very good.

Yes, it was very scary and unexpected but deep down, I was enjoying my tutor touching my young body. Thinking back . . . I had only ever been once with my ex-boyfriend when he had squeezed my breasts before this . . . and it shocked me that even something as simple as a half touch . . . by the older man . . . was starting to make me feel hot.

I leaned heavily forward, placing the weight on my entire right breast into his hand. The pen slipped from his fingers and lay trapped between my tit and my notebook. My heart tried to thump out of my chest. I had never done anything so crazy, so bold in my life. I had never imagined I would make a move like that to a teacher who was 25 years older than me. His hand moved . . . and his palm turned upwards and cupped my absolutely thrilled breast . . . as a tiny gasp escaped from my lips.

His adult hand began to steadily massage my breast, slowly squeezing it but also pinching my nipple. My breath hitched . . . as his other hand joined in on his slow seduction. There I sat in a chair, with my math tutor standing behind me with his moist hands . . . kneading both of my excited breasts. I felt one of his hairy hands slip inside the opening of the huge neckline. I moaned as he continued to pinch my exposed nipples between his thick stubby fingers. His clutch became harder and rougher with each grasp.

I threw my head back and moaned throatily as his other hand joined the first. With my developing breasts in his soggy hands, he pinched both my nipples and pulled at them, hard. My pebbled nubs grew hot from excitement as electrifying pleasure shot down my spine. My hands flew up to my chest, moans spilling from my soft lips, as I grabbed at his hands which kept squeezing my orbs. I knew I should object, but he looked at my eyes that were becoming heavy lidded from pleasure.

His hands suddenly started to grasp my shoulders, pulling me up from my seat and towards him. I stood facing him, eyes hooded, cheeks red from a blush, lips parted and one of my breasts hanging out the neckline of the shirt. He roughly grabbed my waist with one hand and grabbed a fistful of my wet hair by another. Aggressively he brought his mouth down on mine, open mouthed and hungry. His adult tongue forced its way between my soft lips . . . taking full advantage of my surprised gasp.

His thick stubble roughly slid against my face as he shoved his long slippery tongue deeper down my throat. Heat pooled between my shaking legs as his eager lips roughly devoured my mouth. His strong hands groped my delicate tight little ass and squeezed. I moaned wantonly into his mouth, pushing my body flush against his stomach. His big hands quickly made their way to the bottom of the tee shirt, tearing it off my small frame, and pulling it over my head. I stood in front of him . . . topless, trembling and gasping for air. His sharp hungry eyes roamed over my petite semi-nude young teen body, as if devouring me without using his hands.

I looked up at him dazed and quite honestly . . . very horny and scared out of my wits. A devilish smile overtook his face as he said, “Get on the desk, child.” I quickly scrambled up to the table and sat with my legs hanging off to the sides. He lumbered towards me, taking off his shirt and pants in the process. He stood against the side of the table in his boxers, with his huge cock pushing out the front, standing between my open legs.

He pulled me by my waist . . . flush against his throbbing but still hidden organ. It felt like a hot steel pipe . . . against my throbbing pussy as I threw my head back and moaned. His mouth descended on my neck . . . kissing and almost biting downwards. My hands found their way behind his neck. I pulled his mouth closer to my hungry body, unknowingly half starved for the touch of this much older man. He sucked and bit into my tender skin . . . mouthing words as he went. My body grew hotter with his whispers in between bites.

“So soft . . . so warm . . . almost sinful but delicious . . . so fucking young . . . and tasty.” I moaned and rocked against his hard cock . . . while he finally took my nipple into his mouth . . .and gloriously sucked it. And then its’ mate took her turn. I rubbed my aroused pussy up against his shaft . . . back and forth. Hard. I saw stars and my body loved his almost animal excitement. He continued to suck on my swollen nipples . . . almost like a baby starved for milk. My senseless moans turned into a sharp cry of pleasure as he suddenly bit my hardened nub.

Strong pleasure overtook me . . . as pain and pleasure shot through my body. I began to beg him to suck “harder” . . . “Please!!!” He undid the snap at the top of my shorts and then he sucked and bit on my skin just below my navel. With little effort, he yanked the shorts to the floor . . . and then completely off . . . making me totally naked in front of the fully aroused and very determined man. And then as I looked down, he sat face to face with my dripping wet pussy. I had forgotten that I was not wearing any panties, as we did this sinful act to each other. He smiled at me from between my legs.

“It’s like a wild river down here girl. Look it’s even soaking the table!” he said enthusiastically. I bit my lips as I sat there exposed and trembling.

“I forgot what a young pussy looks like. And you are drenched . . . in your own sweet juices.” I groaned. His words were making me twitch down below. It was nothing like stealing my sister’s dildo, late at night. Heat flowed from my body, trying to escape . . . through the throbbing folds between my legs.

“Please!” I begged . . . but what was I asking for?

“You have to use your own words child. Tell me what you want?” He grinned kneeling between my legs.

“Please . . . touch me . . .” He placed an open mouthed kiss . . . on my inner thigh. His tongue lapped at the delicate skin. His thick stubble . . . burned sinfully against my flesh.”Noooooo! Please . . . please . . . aaaaaah not there . . . move over . . . MORE.”

“All you have to do is just . . . ask.” He lightly blew air against my throbbing hole.

“P-p-pussy! Pussy, please . . . please just touch my pussy!!” I cried, gripping the desk with white knuckles. He laughed. “What a naughty little girl you are . . . begging for my hands.” He took his beefy middle finger and delicately ran it over my trembling wetness. I sobbed for some contact. Grasping or better yet snatching his hand, I roughly pushed his middle thick finger inside my dripping wetness. It easily slipped inside as my whole body trembled as Michael gasped at my boldness.

It had slipped it in . . . without any effort. He suddenly twisted his finger, and dug knuckle deep. I moaned as my wanton hole clenched around his digit. He quickly pushed in two more of his fat fingers . . . inside. I screamed at his roughness, his fingers filling and stretching me like nothing ever had done before. The burn made me rock against his intruding digits, as he pumped them in and out lewdly. I was being fingered by a man my dad’s age. The fleeting thought made my blood boil as I sobbed for more.

“Look at yourself . . . watch as your little love hole . . . swallows up my fingers. Been so long since I’ve fucked such a tight little young pussy.” Not caring what he was saying . . . I gasped with my head thrown back. I rocked to the rhythm of his probing digits harder. His hand was now dripping with my juices.

“Aaaaah . . . so deeeeep!” I moaned. My eyes flew open as I felt Michael’s tongue push apart the hood of my pussy. Lips surrounded . . . by his prickly moustache . . . dove in and sucked on my little clit. The sensation sent my body into overdrive . . . as I rode his fingers screaming with pleasure. Slurping sounds filled my ears. Raw pleasure sent me into a frenzy of hot lust. I raised my head moaning and crying, and suddenly looking towards the window . . . a figure right in front of me.

My blood chilled, as I saw the neighbor next door looking over at us . . . watching my tutor’s face deep inside my pussy. His window was only a few feet away, because of the modern design of the complex. He was the one I saw entering his house in the rain earlier. He had a clear view of my legs spread wide open as Michael worshipped me, with his tongue dipped deep between my legs. And I was begging for more!

My eyes soon took in the complete scene . . . as I noticed the neighbor had nothing on below his waist . . . and a hand steadily pumping on his own thick cock, now swollen and steadily leaking with pre cum. The fire in my veins burned with desire. This guy was getting off . . . watching my tutor eat my teen pussy. With a loud moan, I trembled and came . . . with my teacher’s fingers and mouth working desperately on me . . . as the guy next door jacked off to the scene. Michael suddenly stood up, licking off my juices from his broad fingers. He took off his underwear and positioned his cock against my waiting entrance.

“Mmmmmm . . . wait,” I said, stopping him with my fingers and at the same time cupping my bare titties.

“Lie down on this desk . . . I wanna ride you.” My tutor grinned impishly as he laid down as instructed and I quickly crawled over him. I assured him he didn’t need a condom because I was on my “safe day”. He rapidly agreed. All too aware of the neighbor watching, I climbed on top of this man and slowly rubbed the head of his thick cock against my slopping hole. I slipped the head of his shaft inside, groaning at the stretch. Michael moaned and steadied me with his hands on my waist.

Slowly but surely . . . inch by inch . . . I took his dripping wet cock inside me . . . my walls clenching at the intrusion. With no time to lose, I sat on it, forcing the whole thing inside me. A scream ripped from my lips at the fullness inside me. My entire belly felt full. He slowly began to rock his hips as I bucked up and down on his lap. Soon his big hands began to massage my breasts to relax me further. After a minute, I began to more slowly bounce up and down . . . and then building up speed and rhythm I headed towards my first . . . fully satisfied fuck.

Michael’s hips acted like a piston . . . driving deep into my moist pussy as I began to ride him in wild frenzy. Moans and pants filled the air, my tits bouncing up and down from the steady fucking. I peeked over and saw the neighbor watching transfixed, while his own hand picked up speed. Everything turned into a haze of pleasure after that point. After several minutes, Michael had taken me in various positions on the desk. He let me ride him, then flipped me over and rode me. Missionary style, he kept plunging his thick hot shaft into me as I turned into a moaning sobbing mess. He whispered praises into my ear about how much of a good girl I was, how my young little pussy was the absolute best. The air filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and my wanton moans.

Finally, I gasped . . . as his thick hot liquids poured into me, filling my insides with his cum. The heat filled my belly as he kept pumping in and out, riding out the rest of his orgasm . . . deep inside my tight hole. He reached down and began to pinch my clit with his every thrust. Soon I followed his climax as I came for the second time that night. I lay there exhausted beyond belief, my brain trying to process what just happened.

I looked out the window . . . to find the neighbor cleaning himself with a wash cloth. I smiled. I had gotten two men off tonight . . .with my young body which had such little sexual experience. Very recently, my ex-boyfriend was the first boy I had ever been with and he had only fucked me twice. It had never been as intense or as satisfying as this experience. The whole layer of forbidden behavior, just made the experience that much hotter. But suddenly, a ringtone cut off my thoughts abruptly. It was my phone. I scrambled towards it, terrified by the clock on the display . . . that read 9pm. An full hour later than I should have been home!

It was my mom at the other end. I picked up the call trying to stammer out a believable excuse. She sounded angry. Suddenly the phone was yanked out of my hands. My tutor was speaking to mom for me.

“Good Evening Ma’am. Yes . . . yes . . . your daughter is still at my house. You see there is a raging storm outside, she and 3 of my other students are stuck inside my house. Oh but don’t worry, my wife is more than happy to cook for them and let them stay tonight. My twins are excited to have more playmates in the house. Hope that’s ok. It really is impossible for anyone to leave right now in this storm.”

I sat there dumbfounded as I witnessed my tutor convincing my mother to let me spend the night at his place. And right after he had fucked me bareback . . . minutes earlier.

“And don’t worry madam,” he said as he slowly slipped his index finger deep inside my still dripping, cum filled hole, “I’ll take very good care of your daughter, as if she were my own.” His finger began to squish as he shoved it deeper into my dripping pussy. My insides began to grow hot once again. “Yes of course. She has a class with me tomorrow after school as well. She’ll be back home by tomorrow evening, safe and sound.” My eyes went wide . . . at his words. There would be no going to regular school tomorrow. He had planned to fuck me . . . well into the night. My insides screamed with disbelieve and at the same time happiness at this thought.

Michael pulled his meaty finger out of my love hole with a slight pop. “Good night Madam”. He ended the call as he looked into my eyes while he put his cum coated finger into his own mouth for a taste. I thought to myself . . . a finger with both of our cums . . . intermixed. I jumped onto his lap, attacking his lips with mine. I reached down and realized his cock was now back . . . to full length.

“It’s my turn, Michael,” I said circling my hand around his shaft. “We need to clean up and then you will teach me how to suck cock . . . and if I get good enough . . . I think we need to invite your neighbor over, too!”

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