4 comments/ 68307 views/ 66 favorites Taming My Daughter's Tutor By: Couture Dear readers: I'd like to thank Don Winslow for proofing. I'd like to thank fate for putting me back in touch with Don and a few other author friends from way back in the old days when we posted our stories on the newsgroups. Has it really been 15 years? it must be because my gray hair is getting gray hair. I'd also like thank those who've kept reading my stories through the years and recommend that you check out Kimmy Foster's female domination captions. I hope you enjoy the story. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Lexi, can I speak to you privately for a moment?" Being diplomatic was part of being a mom. For her daughter already had a friend over and waiting patiently at the door was a very nice looking boy with a letter on his jacket. "I'll be right back," Lexi told the dark haired bookish girl sitting at the desk in her room. " "You have a young man at the door," her mother whispered as soon as the door was closed. "I forgot all about my date with Ayden tonight!" Lexi said. "Can you wait like ten minutes and come up with an excuse for Kimberly. Tell her is was a family emergency?" "Lexi, I'm not going to lie for you." "Please?" the pretty blond begged with hopeful eyes. "Please...please...please..please. I'll make it up to you, I promise." It was hard to say no to her daughter in the best of circumstances, and in this case, there were other reasons. "Okay. Just this once." "You're the best mom!" Lexi gave her mother a peck on the cheek and left with the young man at the door. Kimberly waiting patiently for Lexi. Killing time by doing a few more homework problems for the girl. She was supposed to be tutoring. Which meant helping and explaining, and yet over the years it slowly but surely came to mean doing Lexi's homework. But they were friends and as Lexi said. "Friends help each other. I help you with things...you help me with things." The door opened and it wasn't Lexi, but her mother. Where was Lexi? That's what Kimberly wanted to say. Instead she tried to hide the fact that she was doing Lexi's homework. It was an uncomfortable moment, but it grew even more uncomfortable when the older woman put her hands on Kimberly's shoulders. "uhm..." Can I help you? That's what Kimberly wanted to say, but again the moment passed. She nervously tried to pretend to find something interesting in the open book, but the discomfort grew worse. Where the heck was Lexi? "You know..." The teenager started at the sound of the older woman's voice. "... I can remember when you used to hang out with Lexi and her friends. Go out with them. Now you just come over and do Lexi's homework. What happened to you?" "I..I'm not doing Lexi's...I mean..I'm just helping..her.." Kimberly stammered, her face growing warm. The older woman was rubbing her shoulders now and it was making her a little uncomfortable. "This is difficult. You see, I'm supposed to make up a lie and tell you that Lexi had a family emergency, instead of telling you that she's on a date with a cute young man with lovely olive skin." "Oh.." Kimberly felt her cheeks burn. "Oh." She'd been ditched. Again. And now she was suffering the additional humiliation of Mrs. Anderson's pity. "Uhh.. I'm sure she just like, uh.... forgot." Tears welled in her eyes as she closed the math book and began to shuffled her papers together. "You didn't answer my question." the older woman continued. "What happened to you? If you'd asked me years ago, I'd have thought I'd be beating the boys off of you with a stick, instead of having them show up at my doorstep for Lexi." "I ahh....don't know." Kimberly said. Wiping away the beginnings of a tear. The truth was hard to hear. There was a time when she ...well she'd never been popular like Lexi, but she at least hung out with the popular girls and got asked to dance on occasion. "Poor thing." Anne said. "You probably tell yourself that it'll all change when you go to college, but it doesn't change. College boys expect girls to have dated in high school. Before you know it, all the nice boys are taken, and you just fall further and further behind." Kimberly used her sleeve to dry her eyes. It was like the woman looked into her soul and pulled out her worst fears. "Or maybe you like girls?" Anne asked. "Is that why you spend so much time doing Lexi's homework?" "No..." Kimberly squeaked. "I see." The older woman could resist it no more. Her hands traveled from the girl's shoulders to her breasts. So cute. So pert. Since they needed so little support from her bra, it did little to protect them from an attack from above. Kimberly gasped and clutched her small peaches protectively. Was this woman..was Lexi's mom... gay? If so, how was she married...how did she have a daughter? She needed to let this very forward older woman down gently to preserve her friendship with Lexi, but she had no idea how to go about doing so. "I knew it." The older woman tutted disapprovingly. "Oh you poor dear. You are frigid. That's why you don't have a boyfriend." "I'm not...I'm not frigid," the petite girl stammered, now back on the defensive once more. "Then prove it." Anne said. "Simply put your hands back on the desk." "Uhh.." Kimberly just sat there. "Frigid." The word came out as a sneer and cut Kimberly to the quick. Reluctantly, Kimberly placed her trembling hands on the desk. She felt the older woman touching her collar. Fingers drifting lower. Following the line of her collar. Now traveling underneath. Slowly. Gently. She felt her nipples tighten in expectation. She felt the fingers hover at her bra, touching her sensitive flesh. She began to squirm involuntarily. She felt her nipples tighten. She didn't want the woman to discover the state of them. Shaking her head, she twisted away from the woman's touch and once more clutched her hand protectively over her small orbs. "Don't." "See." Anne repeated. "Frigid." "I'm...not..." A rosy blush traveled spread from Kimberly's high cheekbones to her chest. She licked her lips. Her mouth felt dry. Her eyes welled as she blinked back tears. "...please." "You poor thing... .don't cry. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings." Anne patted the younger girl on the head in sympathy, running her fingers through the teenager's shoulder length, red hair. "And it's not even like it's the end of the world, never having a boyfriend....well it is for some. But it doesn't have to be." She whispered the rest into the younger girl's ear. "You know I used to be frigid too." "Really?" Was it true? Was it even possible that this beautiful and confident older woman was once a shy introvert like her? It wasn't, but Anne wasn't one to let a little thing like truth get in the way of what she wanted. "Yes." Anne said. "My God, back in high school, I used to be known as the 'ice queen." This was actually the truth, but she'd come by the name for an entirely different reason. "I was hopeless...until my aunt helped me." "What...what did she do?" Kimberly asked. Perhaps she too could get help from someone. Maybe even her mother...but probably not. Her mother didn't have a very good track record as far as men were concerned -her dad had cheated on her repeatedly and finally remarried. "She just helped me learn the ropes," Anne said. "You see, when you reach a certain age, you can't exactly go out and acquire 4 lost years of ...experience. You'd end up pregnant or with some disease. Even if you were incredibly lucky, you'd end up with a reputation, which may help you ...how do you say it now, hook up, but it doesn't help you with a relationship. You've seen how that goes, haven't you?" "Yes." Kimberly had seen numerous, what she considered nice girls, suddenly gone bad - the brief spike in popularity and then the fall from grace - of being labeled slut. "But you can't continue on like you are either," Anne continued, reasonably. "As you just get left further and further behind. Before you know it, you are 50 years old, childless, and living with ten cats." Kimberly had a big plump tabby named Dr. Who that she adored. Her face colored more deeply. "I guess I could help give you some... call it tutoring in the subject; if you want it that is. It hurts to see such a formerly promising young girl in a bad position," Anne said. "Besides, Lexi is almost always on a date or whatever. What do you say? Do you want my help?" Kimberly looked up at the older woman, her mind full of images of spinsterhood and cats... "I... uh.. yes, I guess... tutoring? You'd be like... uhm.. tutoring me?" Anne smiled. "Yes. But it won't be free, ok? You can pay me the same way I paid my aunt, by helping around the house. Understood?" "Uhm...." "Starting now. Pack up these books and then you can start by -let's see- how about cleaning and dusting the living room?" Obediently, Kimberly put away her books and found herself being led to the living room and handed a duster, paper towels, and glass cleaner. She was cleaning the coffee table about an hour later when it hit her...why was she cleaning this woman's house when she'd never even agreed to be 'tutored'? "Eeek!" Kimberly jumped, her hands protectively covering her freshly goosed bottom. "We are certainly going to have our hands full with you Kimberly," Anne tutted. "Have you always been so skittish of being touched?" Kimberly shrugged, cheeks growing red. Truth be told, she'd never really been touched in such a fashion. A touch that felt almost possessive in its nature. "Get back to it." Anne pointed at the table. "Don't dawdle." The eighteen year old reluctantly began to clean the table once more, keeping the older woman in her peripheral vision. "Is that your solution Kimberly," Anne gave a rich laugh. "Will you watch your husband like some kind of shoplifter should he happen to be close enough to touch you?" "No." It came out as a squeak. Kimberly shook her head, not trusting herself to say any more. She resumed cleaning so she wouldn't have to answer any more uncomfortable questions. But she knew...she knew that somewhere close behind her, was a forward older woman - who could touch her at any moment. Who would probably touch her inappropriately. Who knew where? Maybe not on her bottom next time. And Kimberly realized that her thighs had spread. Would the next touch be between her legs. Was she? Was being there on her knees with her thighs spread a natural position to be in when cleaning a coffee table? Or perhaps she was begging to be touched...there between her legs. God. All of a sudden, Kimberly's insides were all tingly. Why hadn't she been touched by now? She needed to move to clean the rest of the table. Her nipples had hardened. She could feel sweat drip from beneath her arm pits. She heard the rustle of cloth. "Oh!" Kimberly raised up, one arm protectively over her breasts and the other over her bottom. Feeling quite stupid of course. "I didn't even touch you." Anne said, whispering in the young girl's ear. "What did you think I was going to do to you?" "Uhh..I don't know. I'm sorry...I'm sorry," Kimberly stammered, ashamed of her body's reaction. "I don't know what got into me." I know what is going to get into you, Anne thought to herself. "Don't worry. I have a few ideas to help with this coltishness of yours on Friday." "Friday?" "Yes," Anne said. "Lexi is going on a date at 5:00. So you come by at 5:15 for more lessons with me. Be sure she doesn't see you." For a moment Kimberly entertained the idea of saying "No". Anne saw the girl look down at her feet and her lips begin to open. "Ahhh..." the younger girl struggled to offer an excuse that wouldn't offend the older woman. "Is that a bad time?" Anne asked. "We both know you don't have a date...and won't...unless some changes are made. Maybe you need to get home to feed your cats?" Kimberly blushed once more. "No ma'am. I...don't have a date." "Then I'll see you at 5:15," Anne said. "Sharp." "Yes Mrs. Anderson." "Good." Anne said. "Anything I can do to help. You remind me a lot of me you know." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> What am I doing? Kimberly asked herself. Why had she driven to Lexi's house on Friday night? Why had she skulked about waiting for Lexi to leave? Why had she driven by the house three times, losing more and more courage with every pass. I can't do this she thought to herself. I can't not do this either. If I don't do this, how can I bear to face Mrs. Anderson again when I go visit Lexi? Her phone rang. Kimberly knew who it was from the caller id. Her fingers began to tremble. "Hello?" Kimberly answered in a tremulous voice. "How many times do you plan on driving by my house?" Anne asked. "I was just...ahhh...making sure ...you said to make sure Lexi didn't see me." Kimberly stammered. "God you are hopeless." Anne said. "I've counted three times of you driving by. If I was a boy and this was a date, how dumb do you think you'd look right now?" "I don't know" Kimberly mumbled, her face growing hot, hating how shy she was. "Very dumb. Like a little red-headed idiot. So stop fooling around and get in here before I change my mind. You have three minutes." Anne said sternly, hanging up the phone, and then her red lips forming into a wicked smile. Things were going splendidly so far. Things weren't going quite so splendidly for Kimberly. She'd parked, rushed to the door, trying not to be seen and not quite sure why, found herself in the living room, trying to catch her breath. "Turn around." Anne said. "Relax your arms. That's it, now put them right there." "What are you doing?" Kimberly was beginning to squirm. She felt like she should say no, but Lexi's mom was already miffed at her for being late and driving around the block like some kind of frightened stalker. She felt silk on her wrists. Was this some kind of test? Felt it tighten. What - what was happening. She tugged at her bonds, but they didn't budge. "Christ girl," Anne said. "Don't tug like that, it'll take me forever to get the knots out." "Sorry." Kimberly stopped her struggles. She didn't want it to take forever to get the knots out either. She felt powerless and wanted the use of her hands once more. "But can you untie me please?" "I could," Anne said, coming around to face the young woman once more. "But then we'd be right back where we were yesterday, with you growing more and more squirmy and frigid with every touch. No, let's try this awhile." Kimberly felt her face grow hot. Helpless as the older woman pulled her close. Helpless as fingers reached down and undid the button of her shorts. Even more helpless as her zipper was lowered an inch at the most. Wait. What are you doing? The eighteen year old wasn't quite sure what objection her mouth was intent to utter, but it was quickly silenced by a kiss that took her breath away. "See," Anne purred. "You are doing miles better than you were before. Not much of a kisser, but at least you didn't try to run away from me. Now get to work and earn your keep." "Ooohh!" Kimberly gasped as her bottom was slapped none too gently. "You can start by doing the wash." Anne said. "Yes ma'am." Kimberly replied, wondering how she'd manage to do any work whatsoever with her hands tied behind her in such a fashion. The older woman's nostrils flared. Her plan was going better than she'd ever dreamed. She'd tied and touched her, but more importantly she bossed the young girl mercilessly, getting the girl used to following orders. "Pick that up. And that. Don't dilly dally. What are you trying to do Kimberly? You're not dim are you? Honestly, how on earth do you manage to tutor my daughter, if you can't pick up clothes? Don't give me that look. It's not my fault your hands are behind your back, your silly frigid wriggles are to blame." Anne ordered. "Use your teeth or you'll never finish." The older woman watched as the young girl stiffened at the thought, ready to protest. Anne did what she always did at such times, rubbing the girl between her legs. "Unnff" Kimberly moaned, hands tugging briefly at their bonds of their own volition. Her loins growing hot at such forward treatment. She'd been about to protest about something. It was hard to think of what it was. Fingers touching her...drifting lower unzipping her zipper the last inch. What was the last order? Ahh yes, her teeth closed on a discarded blouse tossed haphazardly on the floor. Trying to stand up without the use of her hands was no easy matter. Using her chin, legs akimbo, she lurched in the attempt to find her feet. From there it was a trip to the washer with her one measly garment. Every time she hesitated, she found herself touched intimately or sometimes spanked. Worse, by now her shorts were falling down. She held them with her hands and wriggled in an attempt to get them back on her hips. "Oh no dear." Anne purred. "Is that what you plan on doing with your boyfriends? Making sure they never see your panties? Let them go and go about your chores." Kimberly let go, finding herself following orders unquestioningly. "Now give another of those cute little coltish wriggles you were doing a moment ago." Kimberly gave a half-hearted attempt, making sure to keep her shorts attached to her slim hips. Anne had other ideas however, and reached up, palming small breasts, pulling the young girl close, and giving her another kiss on the lips. probing an innocent mouth with her experienced tongue. Her hand drifting lower, causing the slim red haired girl to close her thighs in response which was just what the older woman wanted. "Uhhmmpfff," Kimberly moaned, as her lips parted and her body gave a shudder. She closed her eyes in dismay as her shorts fell in a puddle at her feet. "That's why we had to tie those hands Kimmy," Anne said, breaking the kiss, hands now moving down to caress a tight bottom now protected only by the thinnest of fabrics "Soon you will overcome all those coltish frigid tendencies and then we can work on you being sexy. Now get back to work. There are more clothes to pick up." There were more clothes. Clothes that made Kimberly feel funny to pick up. A skirt which wasn't so bad. Several T shirts. But a pair of pantyhose made her face grow hot and nipples harden. There was something about picking them up with her mouth that made her feel funny inside in a kind of forbidden way. Or perhaps it was because by then her shirt and bra hand been pulled over her chest, exposing her pert breasts and hard nipples. Kimberly was of course determined to at least pick the hose up by a knee, but while she bent down trying to find purchase, fingers sought out hard nipples and toyed with them in a way that only a woman would know how. Moaning helplessly, Kimberly found herself picking the hose up by the crotch. They were soiled and smelled none too fresh. "Are you waiting there like that for a reason?" Anne purred. "Take them to the wash." Kimberly's face grew hot. It was hard to think with the tingling taking place in her loins. What was she waiting for? Lexi's mother probably thought she was some sort of perv kneeling there with pantyhose in her mouth. Her face hot from embarrassment, Kimberly once again lurched to her feet and then to the washer. There was one item left when Kimberly returned. Panties. Trimmed in lace. Silk. And very expensive. "We haven't got all day Kimmy," Anne said, giving the eighteen year old a spank. Kimberly's blush spread from her cheeks to her chest as she knelt down awkwardly to pick up the discarded panties in her teeth. She'd intended on picking them up by a tiny bite of the elastic band, but it was at that moment that Mrs. Anderson struck. Taming My Daughter's Tutor "Ahhhh..." Kimberly moaned as fingers slid where no fingers had slid ever before. She hid her face, wanting to crawl somewhere and die due to humiliation. She closed her mouth on what was quite a bit more of the silken undergarment than she'd planned, hoping to stifle the moan which seemed to spring forth from her lungs of it's own volition. Kimberly was mortified with the realization that the older woman must have surely discovered that was wet. Not merely wet, the petite red head was soaked. She closed her thighs tight in order to minimize her mortification, but it was far to late for such half-measures. The best she could do was to get back to her feet as quickly as possible which proved impossible with her knees pressed tightly together. It was just as impossible as attempting to dodge or otherwise escape the finger that had penetrated her. "Oh Kimmy-Kimmy," Anne admonished. "What am I going to do with you? You are as frigid as a nun. Here let me help you up before your thighs get stuck together like that." Kimberly cheeks grew hot with shame as the older woman helped her to her feet; thankful as it was quite a chore without the use of her hands. Then the young girl gave a startled squeal, almost dropping the panties from her mouth as she felt her panties slid up deep into her crotch. "There we go, back on your feet and ready to work," Anne said. "Not so helpful to close those thighs quite so tightly now was it?" Kimberly looked down in dismay. Her panties had disappeared into her slit. Worse, the older woman still had hold of her panties and was using them to lead her into the laundry room. This was quite far enough for the eighteen year old. Yes, panties in her mouth, panties which stunk of stale sweat and tasted of sour salt, her arms tied behind her back, she'd had enough thank you very much. If this meant she'd be single forever, she was willing enough to do so. Cats? She loved cats. Being a crazy cat lady couldn't be so bad. She would make it known and take her leave just as soon as she had use of her mouth once more. However, the young girl didn't reckon with the experience that comes with age, for Anne wasn't just leading, she was gently tugging as she pulled Kimberly's panties. Tug. Release. Tug. Release. Out of the bedroom, down the hall - Oh Lord - and then the stairs - each step down and shake of her hips sending cascades of pleasure deep into her loins. Grunt. Gasp. Grunt. Gasp. Kimberly tried to keep the noises in her chest. She bit down hard on Mrs. Anderson's panties to stifle those errant noises but somehow they were intent on making themselves heard, even out of her nostrils if necessary. By the first landing, she given in. Her hips were moving of their own accord. Sliding and thrusting with every step - trying to drive her clit against the tight fabric of her bunched up panties. Her insides tingling. Nipples tightening into tiny hard nubs. "You poor dear little unkept thing," Anne tutted. "Doesn't your mother ever take you for a wax and trim?" "What?" Kimberly muttered, somehow losing track of depositing the panties she held so obediently into the wash and now standing there in the well lit dining room with her breasts exposed and nearly everything else too, for her panties had long since disappeared into the lips of her sex. Her fiery curls clashing with the white of her cotton undergarment. Her cheeks colored. The older woman was right, it didn't look very attractive down there at the moment. "What do you mean, what?" Anne said. "Your bush is what. That look may have been all well and good in the 70's, but boys these days expect a little extra class and care for personal hygiene. This is so not in my job description. I did not know what I was getting into when I agreed to help you, no I did not. Well, there's no help for it. I'll have to do it myself. Wait there...I'll be right back." The poor eighteen year old bit her lip nervously. She looked down at her crotch and blushed once more. She tried to fumble with her panties with her bound hands, but did little to help the situation. Her loins were still tingling with need - she wondered if there was a way to regain the feeling she'd had walking down the staircase. Hearing footsteps, she turned to the side to hide her crotch ... God, what had the woman said? Expect a little class and personal hygiene... "Up on the table with you," Anne said, as she unceremoniously pulled down the eighteen year old's panties. Her cheeks burning a bright red, Kimberly found herself on the dining room table, nude from the waist down. The blush traveled down to her chest when she realized that the shades weren't even pulled. "Spread Kimmy," Anne said, sliding open the girl's slim thighs. "This job isn't going to do itself you know." Job? What job? Oh God...Kimberly looked down at her lewd display. Her...lips were swollen and puffy. She was...wet down there. She burned from humiliation, but Anne seemed unfazed. Instead she...wow...mmmmm...what was that? Warm cream was being laved over her sex. It felt amazing. The tingling in her loins took on new urgency. Kimberly could no longer battle to keep her top half raised or protect her modesty. Giving in, she leaned back on the dining table, her back slightly arched due to her bound wrists. "Now hold still," Anne purred. "This next part is tricky and you'd hate to get cut." "mmm...what?" Kimberly gave a dazed gasp, then a sharp inhale. What was that! "Now you've done it," Anne scolded. "I'm going to have to even this out or you'll look silly." Then reality struck home. Kimberly was being shaved. Down there! Her loins still tingled, but the fuzziness had fled. "What do you mean by even it out?" "Well, if you'd held still, it would have been fine." Anne scolded. "Do I look like I do this kind of thing for a living. I just took off a bit more than I planned when you gave another of your skittish little wriggles. Now hold still before you make it worse." Kimberly held still this time. Very still. She even held her legs in the lewd positions that the older woman seemed intent on stretching her body to the limits of endurance to maintain. Wide. So very wide. And then back. And then one leg straight and trembling with the other bent. Then the other. "If you'd done like this in the first place," Anne admonished. "You would have had a tight sexy little V. Hmmm..there...that's the best I can do." "How bad is it?" Kimberly whispered. "Can I see it?" "Sure." Anne said. There was a flash and a click. A sound that Kimberly had heard before, but had never before sent her into a state of terror. She'd been photographed. Naked! "Take a look." Anne said. "I was worried at first, but it's actually quite sexy now." Oh God! Oh God! It was worse than she'd imagined. Kimberly had been denuded. She was bald. No, not quite bald, there was a tiny triangle of curls about the size of her thumbnail. A triangle that covered nothing. Her lips. Her clit. Her mons. Everything that mattered was lewdly displayed. A triangle. A triangle that wasn't even a triangle, but a small tiny, oddly shaped heart of fiery red curls. Dear Lord, what had she let this infuriating woman do? She needed to put a stop to this before things got worse. "Now that you are there," Anne said. "Let's have a little lesson about boys. See boys and girls are very similar. Right here..this would be a boys balls. They like having them pulled gently like so." Oh... Kimberly's legs almost snapped together. when her labia were gently tugged. She needed to put a stop to this, she'd just said it to herself moments ago, but now the tingling in her loins had returned full force. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to wait a few more seconds. Soon she grew relaxed again as Mrs. Anderson continued with her expert touch. "And this is a boys shaft," Anne said. "When you used your hands on a boy, you slide them up and down his shaft." Oh God...Kimberly was being stroked up and down her slit. Her thighs opened of their own volition. The urge to lick was almost too much for Anne to pass up, but she suppressed the urge, though it took a lot out of her. "And this is the head of a boy's cock," Anne suggested. "It's the most sensitive spot. Gently gently...run your fingers around and around and you'll make the boys gasp and moan." The slim girl was gasping and moaned and her hips were beginning to work in time to Anne's gentle ministrations. "Are you paying attention?" Anne asked, in a none too gentle voice. In contrast to the gently play of her fingers which expertly worked Kimberly's clit. "Ahh...." Kimberly gasped. All the touching for the hour or so she'd spent cleaning her friend's house while she was away on a date had taken a toll. While Lexi's boyfriend was probably leaned back in a car somewhere with Lexi...ahhh...with Lexi stroking his cock, working on the head, making him gasp and moan.. she was here...arms secured behind her...naked from the waist down..freshly shaved...and at the mercy of Lexi's mom..a kind and frustratingly domineering woman. Kimberly was supposed to be concentrating learning about boys, but instead...a warm heat rose from her loins. "No..no..no.." "You're not even paying attention?" Anne scolded. "For such a smart girl, you don't take instruction very well. Pay attention closely now. Do his cock just like this and you'll be sure to get him hard for what comes next." "Huhhngghh" Kimberly moaned as the heat welled up. She tried to stifle her body's reaction, but it was far too late. "Oh-god-oh-god-stop-stop-stop..ahhh...ohhh..Hi..Hi..Hi..Hi...woooo-woooo-" With a look just as suitable for a crocodile as for an attractive woman, Anne flipped switch her camera to video and captured it forever. "Oh Kimmy-Kimmy, I'm so disappointed in you." Anne said. "Why didn't you tell me?" Poor Kimberly didn't have it in her to blush anymore. Not while she was experiencing her first ever orgasm. She rode it out, letting it wash over her. Let her legs be opened wide by the older woman. "I asked a question," Anne said. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to climax?" By now the orgasm that had overwhelmed all conscious thought was gone, though Kimberly's brain still felt fuzzy and strangely calm after losing control there in front of her classmate's mother. "I-I didn't know," Kimberly admitted. "I mean...well..I've felt nice down there ..when I've done stuff before..but I've never felt anything like that." Anne's smile grew larger if such a thing were possible. Her eyes blazed, as she moved from between the girl's thighs. "That was your first climax? Poor girl, you are so far behind, it makes me sad for you. Though with those yelps of yours I can see why you'd hesitate to rub one off at home when your parents were asleep. You sounded like a dog in heat. You are just the most adorable thing." Poor Kimberly was mortified. She didn't even remember what sort of sounds she'd made. She just remember pleasure and losing control. She loved it, but she dreaded the thought of making noises like a dog. It didn't seem the sort of thing a proper girl would do, and Kimberly always tried to be a proper sort of girl. Anne drew closer to her young charge. "Well then..lesson number two. When you make your man come, you have to be sure to give him a kiss after." Kimberly was helpless to stop the kiss. Not that she really wanted to anyway. She was still not quite herself and to be honest, the kiss felt divine. The lips. The inquisitive tongue. The hair tickling her face. Soon her own tongue joined in the dance...but only a little. Oh no you don't, Anne thought to herself. Her fingers found the tender flesh of a nipple and caressed it intimately. There. Now that shy little tongue was joining in on the fun. Perfect. It was the older woman broke the kiss. "Finally, that wasn't a half bad kiss Kimmy. However, I don't think we can give you an orgasm every time you need to kiss a boy. And speaking of orgasms. You need to know when a boy orgasms. Yes, they come, but if it's inside you can't really tell. Or if they have a condom on. But their body reacts just like ours when they climax. Here let me show you." She pressed play on her camera and showed the young redhead a video from a few moments before. Kimberly looked on stunned. She almost didn't recognize the herself. She was used to having fiery red curls down below. However, the freckled thighs were a dead giveaway, if that was not enough, the voice gasping, "Oh-god-oh-god...." And then it was worse. She heard just what Mrs. Anderson had described as a dog in heat. Oh Jesus, had she really sounded like that? Would a boy every want to hear someone make noises like that? Her face grew hot as she watched from a different vantage. This was much different than lying on her back and looking up at the chandelier. She could see her thighs grow taunt. She could see her hips thrusting, seeking more stimulation. Her toes curled. Oh God...what was that? It was as if her sex was twitching - almost drawing itself in and then moving back out. Fluids were leaking with every pulse of her sex. There was worse. Her blush spread to her chest. Her anus - her anus was doing the same sort of pulsation. "See the contractions," Anne said. "You can feel them too. That's the way you can tell if a boy has had a real orgasm or if he's faking. First you'll learn to watch for those signs, and when you are an expert, you'll be able to feel them. Now let's get you down and untied. It's time to see if you were paying attention." What do you mean, paying attention? Kimberly pondered momentarily, just glad to have her hands free once more. To be in a better position to rebel at Lexi's mother's teaching methods. To be able to make sure that such an embarrassing video was deleted forever. To be able to...what did this infuriating woman have in mind now? Kimberly's shirt and bra were abruptly stripped off and she was not just being helped down from the table...she was being directed further down with a gently push on her head. Worse, Mrs. Anderson reached beneath her robe and pulled down her panties and sat down in the chair with her legs spread. "What are you waiting for?" Anne said. "Show me what you learned." "I don't - I don't understand," Kimberly stammered. She felt very uncomfortable and felt trapped there under the kitchen table. She could - she could smell the musk from the older woman's sex. It was plump and full. It was not bald like hers, but groomed neatly. Unfortunately, there was no easy way to get out from underneath the table without first clearing up this misunderstanding. "I'm not...I'm not like that?" "What are you talking about?" Anne said. "You are impossible. You act like I'm making a pass at you or something. Now stop being stupid and show me where a boy's balls would be." "I - I ah..." Kimberly's face grew hot. She wasn't stupid. She was smarter than this woman's daughter, that was for certain. Remembering her lesson, she pointed to the woman's crinkled lips. "Don't be an idiot," Anne scolded. "Will you point at your husband's cock on your wedding night? Is that how sex with you will happen? Maybe you can draw a picture of what you could do with it should you ever touch it? Hi honey, here is a picture of what a real woman does with a cock." Kimberly grew angry. Angry enough to touch the woman's lips. Angry enough to even tug them- none too gently. "Ouch!" Anne exclaimed. "You little brat. Get out. Get out of my house. Lessons are over. All lessons are over!" Kimberly's anger dissipated just as quickly as it came on. "Wait." Anne smiled, but kept it hidden from her lips. She'd expected to keep Kimberly nude and give her a good dressing down before the girl relented. This was quite a bit sooner and more easy than she expected. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you...I've just never done something like this before." The eighteen year old began to gently manipulate the older woman's labia, just as hers had been manipulated. "You are lucky," Anne said. "If I were a boy, I'd be out of here already and telling every other boy I could what dunce you were, instead of giving you another chance....mmmmm...that's not bad Kimmy. You have soft fingers. Now show me where his cock would be." Kimberly tried running her finger up and down Anne's slit. "Gently. Don't stiffen your finger so much. Ahhh...that's a girl." Anne purred. "Keep going. One and up. And two and down. One and up. Two and down. A boy isn't going to tell you everything Kimmy, you have to learn to show some initiative." And so Kimberly learned to stroke and rub, and while it wasn't on a boy, it was close enough. It felt a little weird kneeling there under the table. It felt even more weird when Mrs. Anderson's fingers gently ran through her hair. It somehow felt too...personal. No, that wasn't the word. It felt...nice, but at the same time it felt as if she were being petted. She imagined what it'd be like doing this for a boyfriend. "Look at me Kimmy," Anne ordered. "The only way to know if you are pleasing your boyfriend is to look at him. That's it." Kimberly looked up at the older woman with large blue innocent eyes. Somehow it was easier back when she was looking at the older woman's sex. She'd been blessed with a good imagination, so she could easily imagine the vagina she practiced on was a penis. But looking into the woman's eyes...it made her feel uneasy inside. On the other hand, part of the young girl wanted approval from her friend's mother. It made her feel like she wasn't good enough or didn't measure up when the woman quirked her lips and gave a barely noticeable shake of her head. However, when Anne ran gently patted her curly red hair or gave a gently gasp of "That's it...that's it....just like that. Oh Kimmy your fingers of so soft. One day there will be a lucky boy who has a lover with such soft fingers." It made her feel pride. It felt just like it did when she aced a test. It was nice. It was still weird, because the older woman placed one hand under Kimberly's chin, and the other tightening ...kind of grabbing the young girl's red hair instead of merely stroking it. Her chin being raised, pulled forward, and yet her head tilted back. She couldn't avoid the older woman's eyes - eyes that looked like a panther - even if she wanted too. Kimberly could hear the wet squishy sounds of Mrs. Anderson's sex that was now just under the young girl's chin. She could smell the deep musk of sex. "Don't stop..don't stop..don't you dare stop.." Anne repeated, gasping the words breathlessly. Kimberly continued, watching as the older woman closed her eyes. Watching as the orbs appeared to roll up under her eye lids. Was the woman climaxing? Was this all she needed to do for a boy? "Enough" Anne ordered as she came down from her orgasm, running her fingers possessively through the young girl's curly red hair. "Now kiss me. just like you learned." It was an awkward experience. The poor girl was caught up under the table. The only way out was between Anne's thick thighs. Thighs that seemed in no hurry to make matters easy for Kimberly to exit. As a result, she had to perform contortions suited for Cirque de Sole in order to get out from beneath the table. Part of her wriggle brought her into contact, into a great deal more contact with the woman's very wet sex than Kimberly preferred. Her face had even touched the woman's fat nipples and heavy breasts that hung free from her robe. Her back ached. Her calves trembled from the strain. She tried not to think about the fact that her own sex now pressed against the older woman's stomach. She gave the woman a quick kiss. "You really have to work on your kissing ability," Anne said scornfully, before gripping the young girl by the throat, and nudging her chin up with a thumb. She pulled the young girl's mouth against her own and assaulted it with her tongue. She could feel the tension in the young red head, and she kept up her kiss until it began to dissipate and the girl soon turned to putty in her hands. Taming My Daughter's Tutor "Get dressed and clean up the mess you made on my tabletop." the older woman ordered. "I'll see you tomorrow night. Lexi has another date." >>>>>>>>>>>>>> In the coming weeks the Kimberly learned that her friend Lexi went on a lot of dates, and that meant she was expected at Mrs. Anderson's house for a lot of lessons. Kimberly's mother grew suspicious and began asking questions about where she was spending her afternoons and nights. Kimberly made up lies. She was tutoring. She was studying for quiz bowl. She was at the library with a friend. Instead she was at Miss Anderson's home. She was.... Looking in the dresser mirror Kimberly could barely recognize herself. She wore blush, shadow, and lip gloss. She wore a tiny little apron that covered almost nothing and a pair of heels. "Is it clean Kimmy? You've been dusting that dresser for quite some time. Are you sure you aren't dilly-dallying?" Anne gave the petite red head a swat on her tight naked bottom for good measure. "Yes ma'am." the slim redhead stammered. "I mean - no ma'am. I mean..." It was so hard to think. In school she could simply study and do her homework. These tutoring sessions with Mrs. Anderson were much more complicated. Every act, even a simple act like dusting the dresser involved tons of multi-tasking. She had to balance on these damned towering heels. She had to make sure that she dusted every single crevice. For if she forgot one, for instead of those expert fingers down below giving her pleasure, the could also give her a swat. "Which is it Kimmy? Yes or no?" "Yes." Smack! "You should know better than dilly dally." "Ouch...I-I meant that I'm finished dusting your room." "Are you certain?" Kim felt a moment of panic. Whenever she seemed certain of anything Mrs. Anderson asked, she was usually wrong. Most times that got her a stern lecture, but lately it got her a swat. "I...I'm not sure." "The legs and supports under the chair?" "Sorry." Kimmy's face burned a bright red. "I forgot." "Then what are you waiting for? Sometimes you are the slowest girl. It's like I have to tell you everything." Kimmy went down on all fours to clean the undersides of the dresser chair. "Arch your back Kimmy." Anne said, as her hungry eyes devoured the young red-head. "I can dust my own room. The point of this exercise is for you to learn to be sexy and navigate in a pair of heels." "Yes ma'am." Kimberly replied, but she'd already obeyed. The infuriating woman gave so many orders and so quickly, her body had already determined it was far better to obey than to wait around for Kimberly's brain to catch up. "Beautiful Kimmy," Anne purred. "Your pussy is very pretty at this angle. No, don't blush so. You should be proud. One day a lucky young man is going to appreciate this view and you are going to appreciate being appreciated. Here, let me show you. Arch just a bit more. Now back. No, more forward. Are you listening or daydreaming? Here, like this." The firm hands took her hips, guiding and pushing; brushing against very sensitive spots. By now Kimberly had long since been broken of her tendency to ward off those hands. Even when the fingers grew more forward and were no longer merely touching, they were fingering her - she was being stirred up until her hips began to pump in response. Kimberly let them have their way with her until they were done. She wished they would keep going, but just when they'd stoked the heat in her loins almost to the point of an inferno, they stopped before the fires would rage. "Perfect. Now look at me and give that cute doe-eyed take me now look." By now Kimberly was used to the pictures, even if the thought of them ever finding their way to the internet scared the bejeezus out of her. She'd fought them for a short time, but Mrs. Anderson never argued with her. Instead the woman merely smiled and teased her - working her up to the point of climax and then stopping. Let me take a few pictures Kimmy, you look so pretty like that. Followed by more teasing and more pictures, and in the end the pictures were far more lewd and pornographic than had she merely acquiesced in the first place. "Look how sexy you look. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Stop blushing. " Kimberly obeyed, though couldn't cool the heat from her cheeks, though she didn't share the older woman's enthusiasm. All she ever saw in the camera was a too skinny girl with too small breasts...with far too many freckles. She was not attractive and she was ignored by the boys at school. She was.... "Oh Kimmy, this one is a keeper. Look." This time, when Kimberly looked at the camera, it was as if she was looking at someone else. A girl with the plump pink lips of her sex almost opening like a flower. Lips that were visibly wet as were her plump mons, almost like half moons framing her pink petals. Her nectar was dripping, dangling down from her slit. The pink crater of her arse winked luridly from above. Her bottom was a smooth white alabaster. Her curly red hair was the usual mess, but this time it looked somehow sexy. Her blue eyes look half-lidded, and very sensual. Her mouth had given up the usual grimace of yet another unwanted picture being taken and taken a softer and more inviting "O" of not quite surprise. "I look...I look sexy." Usually this admission required prodding from Mrs. Anderson. Teasing and stroking, and more prodding."Say it. Say it. Repeat after me, I look sexy. Come on Kimmy say it." but this time it came unbidden and unforced. "You do look sexy. And your pussy is enough to make a grown woman feel envious." Anne said. "Now give yourself a kiss. Come on. You have to love yourself if you expect to be loved one day." Cheeks burning a bright red, Kimmy puckered her lips and kissed the rear of the girl on the screen. "Remember to smile. Always remember to smile." Kimberly kissed the screen once more and gave a shy smile. "Let's take another," Anne said. "Good, now spread. Wider. Do you need me to loosen you up? Is that it? I suppose I will...if I must. My Kimmy..you are very wet today. I wonder if you are ovulating. You have to be very careful what you do with boys when you are ovulating. I said spread Kimmy." "Uhhphhff" Kimberly grunted in protest, she would have liked to have said more, but the infuriating woman never let her get a word in edgewise. Her hips ached as she strained to maintain the lewd position Anne forced her into. Back arched. Thighs spread impossibly wide. Being finger fucked. First with two fingers, then with three. Being taken to the brink. Being..being.. Kimberly made the mistake to look down beneath her. Down at the puddle of nectar between her legs. At the strand of honey dangling. Of Mrs. Anderson raising the camera. No. The petite red head closed her thighs and turned her head away from the camera. "Kimmy! You ruined it." Anne scolded. It was followed by a slap on her bottom. "Now let's try again." The scolding was followed by more fingering. More trembling. More gasping. A larger pile of nectar on the floor. Thicker ropes of honey. Thighs spread even wider than before. A hand print that wasn't there before now decorated the ivory flesh of her bottom. "Look at me Kimmy," Mrs. Anderson ordered. Kimberly looked up with wide blue submissive eyes. "Don't move, that's perfect right there." Flash. "Once more...the flash washed everything out." Click. "Oh Kimmy look at this one. You look good enough to eat." Please more. Just finish me off. I'm so close. Kimberly looked at the screen and didn't recognize the girl staring back at her sucking a lurid finger. She looked like someone else. Some creature designed for sex. Kimberly smiled at Anne and kissed the screen obediently - yes indeed, the girl looked good enough to eat. "You've made good progress today Kimmy. I'm proud of you." The petite red head's smile grew large. The older woman's hand took Kimberly by the chin, tilting it up for a kiss, which she willingly accepted. She was used to practicing these kisses. In truth it was weird to have an older woman ravishing her mouth with her tongue, but the young red head knew it was for a good cause. Girl's her age were expected to know how to kiss. She was even used to it when the woman's fingers closed around her neck - firm, but not hard enough to choke her. However, it was enough to make the pulse pound in her head. Say what you like about the infuriating woman, but she knew how to kiss. They made Kimberly melt inside, and yet - she couldn't recall seeing a boy ever kiss a girl quite as possessively as Mrs. Anderson kissed her. By the older woman's hard stare, it was obvious to Kimberly that she'd done something wrong. Ah that was right. She'd forgotten to smile after the kiss. Kimberly's timid pink lips turned up obediently. She looked up with large blue expectant eyes and was rewarded by a flaring of the older woman's nostrils. Fingers slipped beneath her small apron and explored her. "Don't be a tease." Anne scolded. Ah, that was it; it wasn't the smile at all. She blushed for being so forgetful. Kimberly's fingers fumbled around until they found their way into the older woman's panties. "You are soaked." Anne purred, stroking the young red head. "Are you eager today? Are you Kimmy?" "I guess so." Kimberly blushed a bright red. "An eager little beaver. Who's my soaking woaking little Kimmy Kim puss puss that has made a mess of my floor? Tell me who..." "I am." Kimmy moaned. She had no idea why the older woman engaged in this filthy baby-talk. Part of her loathed the way she was treated in this fashion, but part of her..oh God...especially when she was being stirred up by those expert fingers. Fingers that could be a bit harsh and spank her right on her mons and lips, splattering her nectar on her thighs, or could be every so gentle and stop pause just when she was on the brink of orgasm. Hard gray eyes demanding that she answer just so. It was far better to give the correct answer in the first place, but sometimes Kimberly gave the wrong answer anyway; like now when she shrugged her narrow shoulders. "I'm your...little Kimmy...ahh.Kim.. puss puss." In turn she stroked the older woman with her own studied fingers; working diligently on her clit. "Mmmm..." Anne moaned. "Who's my plump little beav-beav?" "Oh God..." It was a hoarse whisper. "I'm your plump little beav-beav." "My red haired little ginger slut." "Your..." Kimmy was panting now. Her slim hips thrusting in time to Anne's fingers. She wasn't shy now, the flush on her cheeks was the flush of excitement. "I'm your...little...ginger...sl-Oh...Oh..going to come...going to come..." "Then come for me." Anne purred as she reluctantly removed her fingers and stopped her ministrations. The older woman's face now within centimeters of the young eighteen year old's, her eyes demanding, almost taunting. "Show me how a girl orgasms when her boyfriend is a little premature as boys often are." Kimberly gave a long drawn out deep sigh of desperation. She wanted so desperately to plead, but she knew better. Boys rarely last long enough for girls to experience climax - or so Mrs. Anderson said. As result, girls had to learn important lessons because the male ego is a fragile thing of how to make do - how to pretend. It sounded easy, but in practice it was difficult. Was this the feeling that came from being with a boy? How would she satisfy that maddening need? With much practice, obviously. "Oh yes...mmmm...yess..." Kimberly mewled, while continuing to stroke the older woman, round and around, working her clit. Their tongues danced. Her big blue eyes watching intently, looking for signs that...there that creasing of the brow, the dilation of the pupil. She rubbed her sex on the woman's thigh hoping to get off on her own, only to be taken firmly by the hips and pulled away. Eyes closing in desperation Kimmy gave in, concentrating on the older woman's pleasure "Oh God...Oh God..." she gave a fake moan of pleasure. It was tricky work trying to time her own climax to match anothers. Not just in catching the subtle signals and timing the right moans, pants, kisses, and hip thrusts. No, what made it so very difficult was that her own needs were so very strong. After many afternoons of being shown the bliss and utter pleasure of release, her body had begun to crave it and hunger for it. Having someone's body next to her own, stiffen, and tremble, and feel the sensation she was so desperate for, but helpless to share ... was its own kind of torment. "Oh here it comes...here it comes...yes...yes..." Kimberly ejected in time to Anne's own spastic ejaculations - faking her orgasm, while she was so very jealous of Mrs. Anderson's obvious climax. "Fuck..fuck..fuck..ohhh..fuck.." Enduring deep kisses, and fingers pressed into her mouth, Kimberly slowed her own dexterous manipulation. It was only when her passions cooled that she realized where Mrs. Anderson's fingers had been. Yuck. She was going to be glad when these particular lessons were over. "Not bad," Anne said. "But I could hear your disappointment earlier, so you need to do better with that. Still, all in all, not too disappointing of a performance. As a matter of fact, was good enough that maybe we can begin some new lessons that you are going to love. Now close your eyes." Kimberly closed her eyes obediently. She heard a drawer open and what sounded like a belt being drawn. Her sweat cooled and drew chills in anticipation. She'd felt a belt a time or two during these lessons already. Perhaps she'd be allowed to have the climax her body craved. "Open your eyes Kimmy." Anne said. There was a hiss of breath and blue eyes that were already large, grew even larger from shock. A very realistic phallus rose luridly from Mrs. Anderson's crotch. "Surprise! I ordered this weeks ago." Mrs. Anderson moved to profile, modeling her extra equipment. "But delivery took ages. You probably were wondering what kind of dumb lessons you were taking if all we do is kiss and use fingers on each other, but at last you can begin to study on something a bit more realistic." It was realistic alright. The older woman were a leather harness that looked extremely durable and attached to it was a dark brown cock, complete with veins, ridges, and a bulbous head that was a lighter color. "They were out of white ones," Anne said. "I hope you aren't racist." "No." Kimberly whispered, but indeed she was thinking this wasn't the most attractive of penises. Did they all look like this? Were they all this large? Did they all curve upwards like a banana? Did they all have such a large mushroom shaped head and weird thick veins and ridges? "Come here lover," Anne said. "I've got one more surprise." There on the dresser was an iPad. Anne pressed play and the cheesy music began. It was obviously a porno, for a cute girl was watching TV in her living room in her nightshirt and...masturbating. The doorbell rang. The girl got up to answer it. Anne kicked the young red head's slim legs apart and pulled back on her hair to get her in the appropriate position. "Turn that frown upside down." Anne warned, giving Kimberly a firm spank on her tight bottom. "You don't want your lover to see a face like that Kimmy. A boy wants a girl with a smile." "Yes ma'am." Kimberly was terrified and her ass smarted, but she forced her mouth to smile. She couldn't help but think that, despite all these lessons, she was going to have sex like a woman has sex with a man -for the first time ever. Was it going to hurt? She wasn't sure it would since she'd lost her hymen to Anne's fingers weeks ago, but she had no idea; because according to Mrs. Anderson, it usually hurt. Ufff...it didn't quite hurt, but it was uncomfortable. Oh God...filling her to the brim. She gave a hiss of discomfort and received comforting fingers run through her hair. "Relax Kimmy. I'll go slow...much slower than some boy, just relax and enjoy it. This is how you have sex. Just watch the movie and let me do all the work." The movie: The girl opened her wallet, but there was no money. The delivery man grew angry. He pushed her against the wall and then noticed the girl didn't have on any panties. "See, I made sure you were nice and wet," Anne said. "But sometimes boys get a little over eager. In those cases, a woman has to spit on her fingers and try to lubricate as best as she's able." Kimberly shuddered at the thought, still watching the video. The deliveryman smiled, his pants falling down to his ankles. Yuck. A potbelly and so much hair...even on his back. "Isn't his cock magnificent," Anne purred. "Ufff..." Kimberly grunted. The cock didn't look particularly attractive. She glanced back behind her. How much more before it was all the way in? God...it was only half way in. Luckily Anne was going slow, much slower than the man in the movie. She looked back down at the movie. The man was really plowing in. It looked painful. The girl winced. The girl looked...Kimberly felt warm...was she going to climax? It didn't quite feel like it. She felt hot. She was sweating furiously. She felt... "Ughh...I don't feel so good." Kimberly groaned. "Please..enough..." and she fled to the bathroom. "What's wrong? Kimmy? Kimmy?" Anne called after the fleeing naked girl. She looked in the mirror. Shit. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. She shouldn't be gloating and fighting a smile. No, she should feel ashamed. A normal person would be ashamed to have done what she had done. For the older woman remembered the weeks before: Of laboriously coating the dildo with syrup of Ipecac and painstakingly letting each layer dry and even going so far as to test it on herself. Yes, she'd clutched the toilet and shivered feverishly for almost an hour. She cut the dose and did it once more to be sure. It was perfect. It was an awful and shameful act of treachery, and Anne knew it. She may be able to succeed without resorting to such drastic measures, but she couldn't take that chance; she would do that and much more for this girl she'd fallen for. A shy girl. A straight girl. Anne Anderson was not straight. She'd married and had a child, but she'd always had urges. Wicked urges she'd never expected to fulfill - until now. You'd think she'd be happy after conning Kimmy into these sex lessons, but instead she was terrified. Terrified of the day her Kimmy moved on and started dating...boys. Just as her husband had moved on. Well, we'll see about that. Still looking at the mirror, the older woman feigned a concerned look. There that was better. "Are you okay Kimmy?" Kimmy wasn't. She was shivering in the bathroom. She felt awful, but Anne was gentle and held a cool washcloth to her forehead. "There...there it'll be okay...maybe just some anxiety..." Anne tutted. "Nerves. I think I've heard of this sort of thing happening with girls their first time, but you needn't worry - it's not like this cock can get you pregnant or give you herpes. This is just man shaped. Next time will be better..you'll see - otherwise we'll just have to try something else. So, just put all this out of your little head Kimmy." Kimberly tried to put it out of her head...oh how she tried, but every time she thought about the phallus or the couple in the video, a shiver of dismay would run down her spine. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Sometimes Kimberly wondered about these lessons with Mrs. Anderson. Sometimes she thought - she shouldn't be going to the older woman's house. She shouldn't be doing these sorts of things with another woman. It turned out that Mrs. Anderson was divorced just like her mom. How was this woman going to show her about sex and relationships when she couldn't even stay married. Taming My Daughter's Tutor She could just stop tutoring Lexi or make Lexi come over to her house for tutoring. Then Kimberly could quit these so-called sex lessons. She watched boys and girls interactions with each other with a new critical eye. The boys didn't seem to act the way that Mrs. Anderson did. Their kisses were not so passionate or demanding. They didn't touch the way that Mrs. Anderson touched. They might reach their arms around their girlfriend and palm her bottom with their big hands, but she'd never seen one slip surreptitious fingers into a girl's bottom like Mrs. Anderson would. There was one big problem, and the problem was pleasure. Kimberly had never known that ...well that sex could feel like this. That it could make your toes curl up and not think about global warming or the research paper that was due on Friday. A time when she didn't have to worry about anything but the need in her loins. She'd tried to satisfy it at home; and she did, but it was never the same as when she was with that infuriating and demanding woman. A woman who could be cruel at times. A woman who called her Kimmy or degrading but cute pet names - even when Kimberly had always insisted that everyone - even her closest friends call her Kimberly. However, there were so many things that it felt like she was losing control over. There were day old hand prints and belt marks. There were aching nipples where it hurt to put on a bra. And an aching sex, that reminded her of the previous days lessons. There were pictures. Jesus, there were even videos. Her mind, her rational mind told her she needed to stop. Kimberly wasn't dumb, no matter if Mrs. Anderson seemed to think so. She made good grades. She was smart. Deep down she knew that the perverted things she was doing with a particularly infuriating older woman wasn't going to help her with boys. And yet she kept coming back for more. Like a moth to the flame. When Mrs. Anderson said "Lexi is on a date tonight," Kimberly found an excuse to visit for another lesson. It was after...after she was back at home and not doing the sorts of things she was doing with Mrs. Anderson. That's when she had regrets. Tonight, she'd regret being put in a position quite as helpless and perverted as this one, for this particular position was quite a doozy. For the petite red head was upside down on the couch with her head and shoulders bent, legs akimbo in the air. Mrs. Anderson had her arms around the thin girl, keeping her from falling. The older woman was also sitting on the young girl's face, and in turn, Kimberly's crotch was at the perfect angle for her to deliver her oral ministrations to as well. It was times like this that Kimberly had a very hard time thinking of any thoughts more complicated than her body's urges. She'd never imagined that she was capable of such hunger and lust. But after being licked to the brink of orgasm three times this afternoon and stopping short each time...it was proving too much to bare. What was it that Mrs. Anderson had said? Ah yes, We have a busy afternoon young lady. We are going to go over several types of blow jobs and new positions. So no climax until the end. It's bad enough we are having to do it like this instead of with your cock-we should be using your cock; it isn't going to fuck itself, you know." We should be using your cock. How are you going to get a boyfriend if you don't want to practice with your cock? But each time Kimberly had tried these lessons using the cock, she'd felt sick and clammy. Now, it made her nervous and anxious just thinking about it. Worse, it made her feel nervous and even more scared than usual around boys - which was typically pretty damn nervous. Even Kimberly's rational mind had to admit, her body now needed sexual satisfaction; and if a cock made her tremble with fear, that only left one obvious option - Mrs. Anderson - bossy, difficult, domineering - Mrs. Anderson. "Don't disappoint me Kimmy." Mrs. Anderson continued. "Yes ma'am," Kimberly dutifully replied, and she'd meant it too. But, that was before she'd been driven to the brink time and again. Before a hunger had been awakened in her loins. Worse, if she had it to do over again, she would have succumbed to her base desires back when Mrs. Anderson knelt between her lean thighs. Not now, while she hung upside down in such a ridiculous position. Not now, when the older woman was sitting on her helpless face. Not now, while she struggled to lick the obvious hole; when her...when her nose was firmly planted in the older woman's other hole and there was nothing she could do about it. Oh yes, tonight her conscious would give her what for over this. It would berate her for not saying, no thanks Mrs. Anderson, this is not the sort of position I'll ever be in with a boyfriend or husband. I would rather be the cat lady than be someone so depraved and perverse as to climax with a woman sitting on my face, while my nose was embedded in such a mortifying location...oh no.. And with those thoughts it was too late. Too late for Kimberly to tell Mrs. Anderson that she was close. She began to moan. Her hips began to hump. Later, when she was back safely at home, Kimberly's conscious would give her a real verbal lashing because it wasn't too late. She could even now at least try to push up with her hands and slide her head to the side and say that she was close to coming. At the very least she could straighten her legs and prevent the older woman from expertly tonguing her clit. I'm helpless, she told herself. I'm..I'm a pervert. I'm a bad little Kimmy-slut. I'm pathetic. Oh God, what if - what if my nose accidentally just slipped; I wouldn't be responsible, in such an event, would I? And somehow just just the thought and her nose slipped further in that tight sweaty rear hole. Perhaps Mrs. Anderson wouldn't notice? But she heard a muffled, "Goddamn - you sweet slut." and her clit was attacked with renewed vigor. By then it was too late. Kimberly was coming. Coming hard. Legs dancing, waving around in the air like some sort of ridiculous upside down marionette. God I'm going to regret this later, Kimberly thought to herself. But for now, I'm just going to come down from this orgasm. However, her regret came much harder and much faster than she'd anticipated. "What the fuck! Mom, what the fuck! Who is that. Oh, I should have known. Kimberly! You are dead meat. You are so dead! You will not be able to set foot back in school when I'm done with you, you little bitch. I will ruin you." "Lexi," Anne said calmly, extricating herself from the tangle of limbs she'd twisted her protege into. "You will do no such thing. Now calm down." "I will not calm down and you can't stop me. Wait till they hear about this little slut. God, she looks like a boy, no wonder she couldn't get a real date." "Take that back," Anne demanded. "First of all, I am a real date. And secondly Kimmy is beautiful in her own way. Just look at her." Poor Kimberly wanted nothing of the sort. She wanted to run and get dressed. To flee and forget all this had happened. She certainly did not want her hands to be pulled down away from her breasts and sex. To be put on display. To have her chin lifted and to be forced to look Lexi, her friend, a girl she had betrayed in the eyes. She felt the corners of her lips quirk into a shy involuntary smile even though her blush had traveled down to her abdomen. "Besides, I won't let you ruin her. You'll just have to go live with your father in that case." "You can't do that," Lexi said, but the panic in her voice suggested that it could be done. "This is my senior year. You can't make me move to Boston just like that. I'm..I'm eighteen." "I can Lexi." Anne said. "Not unless you have an apartment I don't know about. I'm sure your dad wouldn't mind if you went to live with him - it'd serve them right. The honeymoon is over." "You don't know what it's like there...with Karen. They are so gross." "They are in love - just like we are in love," Anne kissed Kimberly on her neck. "Isn't that right Kimmy?" Kimberly wasn't in love, but the teeth on her neck and tongue in her ear got to her - it always got to her ... and made it impossible to think. She didn't want to be ruined and it seemed that Mrs. Anderson had enough leverage over her daughter to insure that wouldn't happen. So it seemed best to go alone with the pretense and sort things out later. "Yes.. that's right." Kimberly stammered. "See? Kimmy show a bit of modesty and put this dress back on." Anne handed the young red head a bit of lacy fabric. Kimberly blushed. It wasn't a real dress, it was a very tight almost see-through lacy chemise. She turned around to preserve her modesty and shimmied her way in. She looked down...and shivered. It was as bad as she'd imagined. It did little to hide the pink of her nipples, but at least her sex was hidden - mostly; as long as she kept the hem pulled down. When she turned around, Mrs. Anderson was tying the belt of her thin silk robe. "She's my age mom." Lexi said. "You can't do this." "Look, let's calm our tempers for just a moment." Anne said. "I love you Lexi and I've always loved you. You are my daughter, and I don't want you to go live with your father. That would be silly. You deserve to be happy and I also deserve to be happy. Kimmy deserves to be happy. Is this about your homework? I'm sure Kimmy will be glad to help you with your studies. Isn't that right Kimmy?" "Yes." Kimberly nodded. "And since Kimmy will be spending so much time here," Anne continued. "I'm sure she can even help with a few household chores. Isn't that right Kimmy?" "Yes." Kimmy nodded once again, and not mentioning that she was already doing a lot of the Anderson household chores. "While Kimmy is busy with her chores, I'll make sure we have quality mother daughter time. Maybe we'll go shopping or out for lunch? Does that sound nice?" "That's all well and good - but" Lexi tried to get a word in edgewise. Kimberly certainly couldn't interject her reservations in this arrangement. It didn't seem fair that she got stuck cleaning the house while these two go to go shop and eat at fancy restaurants. "And Kimmy and I will make sure that no one knows we are lovers...at least until you are off to college. Is that fair?" Lexi thought for a moment and weighed the pros and cons. Finally she nodded. "In exchange," Anne's eyes danced as she wrapped up her dream and put a pretty bow on it. "Kimmy will be sleeping overnight sometimes. As far as her mom is concerned, you two are having sleepovers." To Kimberly: "Kimmy, be a dear and call your mom, ask if it's okay for your to have a sleep over with Lexi tonight." "You are so gross!" Lexi's brow wrinkled with disgust. "Lexi." Anne stated. "Okay. Fine." Lexi pouted. "Kimmy, give your mom a call and see you if its okay for you to stay for the night to have a sleepover with Lexi." "Okay..but I don't think she'll let me. My mom is really strict." Kimberly hoped her mom would say no, so there'd be some time when she was alone to think about these new developments. Instead, her mom said okay and wanted to speak to Mrs. Anderson. "Sure. It's no trouble. I'll be here all night. We'll be sure to take good care of your daughter." Kimberly could only hear one side of the conversation, but it was obvious her mom had sold her down the river. Poor Kimberly had been patient. She'd been more than patient. Lexi thought she and Mrs. Anderson were lovers, but at least she'd stopped with the talk of ruining her at school. Mrs. Anderson acted like they were long lost lovers all night. To be honest there wasn't that much difference in the things they were doing. Kimberly was used to the intimate touching and kissing that made up her lessons for dating boys. However, there were differences too, like holding hands, simple things like Mrs. Anderson reaching over and pulling Kimberly's hair out of her eyes. It felt nice. Yes, Kimberly could get used to being treated like this. And that was the problem, which made it so important to be alone with Mrs. Anderson and figure out exactly what she planned. Finally, the two retired to Mrs. Anderson's bed room. "Mrs. Anderson.." The older woman but a finger to Kimberly's full lips. "You have to start calling me Anne. Otherwise Lexi will figure out we aren't lovers. She won't do anything as long as she knows I'll protect you. But if she suspects that we aren't...well you know...she may not do anything immediately, but soon enough...she'll spread some awful things about you at school. Oh dear, I got a little ahead of myself. You may be okay with that...you may think it was terribly awful for me to jump up with this ridiculous plan. We can tell her the truth right now if you wish. I can take the repercussions." "No," Kimberly whined. "I just...I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do." "The first thing is to call me Anne and not Mrs. Anderson," Anne said. "And the second is really simple. We just continue your lessons, just like before. Just a little longer is all. Maybe a little more thorougly, now that we have longer, you can practice more, and not have to worry about being a disappointment." "But Mrs. Anderson..." A disappointment. Poor Kimberly didn't want to disappoint anyone, but lately her fantasies had taken a turn for the worse. She used to daydream about boys and being taken to concerts, but now, at night when she lay in bed, she fantasized about Mrs. Anderson looking down at her with those demanding eyes. Oh Kimmyslut such a disappointing performance, did you pay attention to your lessons at all? The woman had already invaded her fantasies in these few weeks, what would happen after months of these lessons? Poor Kimberly needed to cut this short before it was too late. "Anne." Corrected the older woman, kissing Kimberly deeply and working a thigh between the red head's lean legs, and guiding her up and down by her hips. "There are a lot of months left until the end of the-" "Start over and call me Anne." The older woman insisted, cruelly pinching Kimberly's nipples, causing a sharp intake of breath. "Are you a dummy Kimmy?" "No Mrs. ..ouch!" Kimberly's nipples were pinched again. It hurt but it also stirred something up inside her. "I'm sorry. Ahhh..no Anne...I'm ...not...dumb." "Now what were you saying Kimmy? What is it that's so important?" Anne asked in a dramatic tone. "I-I-..I mean..it's.." By now Kimberly's traitorous hips began to work back and forth of their own volition, easing her too and fro on the older woman's thick thigh. "I..I.." What was her point? It was important, she was sure of it. And yet? And yet? For the life of her, all she could think of was the need in her loins. "Say fuck me Anne." Mrs. Anderson ordered. "I-I-...we need to talk..." If only the older woman would give her time to think. To give her a brief moment to get her mind off of what was happening to her sex and nipples. "You're right. You DO need to talk. Say fuck me Anne. Kimmyslut needs a good hard fucking." There was a long sigh of defeat. Perhaps they could talk after making love. Maybe then she'd be able to think about what was so important. Something or other about the future. "Please..make love...ouch!" Anne cruelly tugged on the petite red head's hardened nipple. "You are a dummy aren't you Kimmy. Do I need to talk slower?" Kimberly shook her head. "No Mrs. ...ouch! No Anne. You ahhh. don't need to talk slower." "Say it then." "Fuck me Anne...ouch..your...Kimmyslut..needs a good ...fucking." Kimberly whispered. "So quiet. So shy. Louder, louder my little Kimmy-slut. Tell me what my Kimmyslut needs." Mrs. Anderson stripped the chemise from the petite eighteen year old and forcefully pushed her on the bed. "Fuck me Anne, ahhh Oh God.." Kimberly moaned, as the older woman rode on top of her, fucking her pussy to pussy. "Your Kimmyslut needs a good fucking." "Fast or slow." Anne ordered. "Tell me Kimslut." "Slow...ouch! ahhh Fuck me slow...please..." Kimberly moaned. "Ahhh...just like that." "Like what...use your words Kimslut." "Fuck my...fuck my pussy with your ahh.. pussy...and ahh...pinch..pinch my nipples ... ouch ...but not so hard please. "Is that better?" Anne asked, tweaking the petite red head's tender nipples. "Ouch...more gently..please.." "How's this?" Anne pinched them again, pulling them up and away from Kimberly's chest. "Sometimes I like to be mean Kimmy. I can't help myself." "Oh God.." Kimberly moaned, letting the older woman have her way since her protests only seemed to encourage her. "Fuck my pussy...fuck it harder...please oh God...harder..faster..fuck..me..please." "Then work those narrow hips of yours Kimmyslut." Anne panted. "Work them. I'm not going to do all the work you know." The red head gave a mewl of frustration, but she'd long since reached the point of no return. The pale skinned beauty lifted her slim hips from the mattress and began to work them, rubbing her bare mound and wet lips over Mrs. Anderson's fur covered plump sex. "You are such a slut Kimmy. You try to hide it but we both know better, don't we?" "Yes. Please...please ...I'm so close...rub my pussy. Rub Kimmyslut's pussy with your pussy. Give it to me. Hard and fast. Please." Anne was happy to oblige and gave Kimberly's nipples a stiff pinch and a hard tug in the process of really working her hips, driving her pussy into her protege's pussy. Eyes rolling, toes flexing, toes flexing, hips working from beneath, Kimberly's nipples hurt and yet the pain in her sensitive nipples seemed to reach deep in her loins and summon her climax without the usual amount of stimulation. "Oh no..oh no...oh no...ahhh..Hi..Hi..Hi..Hi...woooo-woooo-" It was a weird combination of sound...in between a dog barking and a loud orgasm. It was silly almost laughable, but at the same time music to the ears of a particular older woman. Anne sighed in satisfaction. It wasn't often that she could get to Kimmy like that and make her lose control, but lately these noisy orgasms were happening with increased frequency. She relished the power she had over the girl. Kissing her. Feeling her naked sweaty body beneath her own. "I hope Lexi didn't hear your yips of pleasure." Anne giggled. "You are quite adorable my dear- but I don't know if everyone shares my opinion. She may think I've adopted a puppy instead of taken on a lover." Kimberly felt her cheeks grow hot. She'd have to look Lexi in the eyes tomorrow, unless she managed to skulk out of the house before she woke up. "Don't worry," Anne said, tucking a lock of red hair from Kimberly's eyes safely behind her ear. "I'll make sure she doesn't tell anyone else, just like I'll make sure that no one ever sees any of the cute little pictures I have of my little Kimmyslut." Those words, spoken so innocently, so lovingly, and so close that she could feel the older woman's hot breath, struck home just how little control Kimberly had in this situation. It wasn't like Mrs. Anderson was threatening to blackmail her...she'd said just the opposite. Yet, Kimberly couldn't help be feel threatened. "Now what do you say?" Anne asked. It took a long moment for Kimberly to think of an answer. Eventually she managed to stammer, "Ahhh-thank you?" "And?" Kimberly thought harder. "I...I..." she had no idea. Then she saw Mrs. Anderson's lips move and read her lips. "Love?" Kimberly felt lost as she said the word. Love. Because she was straight. Because she dreamed of having a boyfriend. And here she was saying she loved...loved love an older woman. "You?" She was lost, because she knew the truth. While she dreamed of walking hand and hand with a boy, she had so many doubts. She couldn't even have anything cock shaped inside her without suffering cold sweats and feeling sick to her stomach for a half and hour. However, this woman, this older woman, with thick thighs, large breasts, this experienced woman could make her moan. A woman that could call her Kimpet or Kimslut..names that should be awful to hear, words that by contrast made Kimberly feel hot inside. Taming My Daughter's Tutor "Very good Kimmyslut," Anne said, kissing her long and deep, then rolled over on all fours, thighs spread at the ready. "I love you too my pet. Now go down on me and lick my pussy...and do that little thing again where you stuck your nose deep in my asshole. Mmmm...you are such a kinky little pervert."