52 comments/ 223217 views/ 351 favorites Tortured by the T-Girl Tutor By: SugarandSalt Duncan didn't quite know how to handle it. He'd planned on a quiet Winter Break. Sleeping til noon, watching too much television and eating tons of junk food. That kind of stuff. He had a whole two weeks off from community college. At school, he was an outcast. They say life gets better after high school. That hadn't been the case for Duncan. Things were the same. He was an introvert, shy and self-conscious; qualities which didn't lend themselves to making friends. Duncan's plans for Winter Break were shattered earlier in the day when his mom told him she'd hired a tutor. His grades were bad. He wasn't the least bit thrilled about having a tutor, but he couldn't reason with his mom once she had her mind settled. Duncan knew she had her heart in the right place. She just didn't understand that he and his little sister, Emily were too different people. Emily was naive, but she excelled at school and making friends. His mom jumped at the chance to hire a tutor when her friend recommended someone. Her name was Miranda. She was also off from a nearby university and could use the money. Duncan felt a little more panic when he realized his tutor would be a girl around his age. That panic worsened when his mom told him she'd be coming over today. Duncan cleaned his room as best he could. He shoveled clothing into his closet and threw out empty soda cans. He was feeling more apprehensive with each second that ticked by on his clock. He heard his mom call up the stairs. She told him that Miranda had just phoned and she'd be here in five minutes. He hid some plastic models he'd painted in high school under his bed and pulled out his school books. Duncan laid them on the table opposite his bed and then sat down. No more than a couple minutes passed before he heard the front door open and shut, then a short conversation, and finally, the loud thump of steps heading up the stairs. Duncan crossed his floor quickly and opened his bedroom door. He got back to his chair just as Miranda entered. Duncan had pictured a skinny girl with freckles and glasses. Instead, a large, beautiful young woman walked into his room. Duncan's heart beat faster. He hadn't expected anything like her. Miranda had to be over six tall. She was broad-shouldered and full-figured. Miranda was both physically and sexually intimidating. Her blouse and figure-hugging jeans did nothing to hide her immense curves. Miranda, keenly aware that Duncan's mom was listening at the bottom of the stairs, extended her hand and said, "Hello Duncan. You probably already know I'm Miranda. Are you ready to get to work?" Duncan lifted his jaw from the floor long enough to shake her hand and mutter something incoherent in response. Her over-sized hand closed around his tight. She giggled about his sweaty palm and then closed the door. "I got my books out. I, umm, don't know where you want to start." Miranda looked around his room. "Is that the new Assassin's Creed? Let's start with that," her professional tone had disappeared. She scooted her chair over to the television and grabbed the controller, then turned his game system on. Her sudden change in behavior was a curveball to Duncan. "Aren't you supposed to help me with this? I mean, my mom is paying you, right?" Miranda looked at Duncan. Seeing her strikingly beautiful face made him even less confident. "I have to get to know you a little bit first. Otherwise this wouldn't work. So just chill out." She looked at him with a new glimmer in her eyes. "Hey, what do you weigh?" "What?" he said, perplexed by her question, which seemed to come completely out of the blue. "You couldn't be much more than a hundred pounds." "One-forty," he told her defensively. "Maybe soaking wet," she chuckled, then turned her attention back to the screen. Miranda started a new game and skipped every cutscene she could with little patience. Duncan wasn't happy about spending one of the first days of his break like this. He picked at the books he'd set out, not much knowing what to do with himself. "Have you made it past this part?" Miranda finally broke the silence. "I keep getting killed." Duncan watched what she was doing on the screen. Miranda had her tongue sticking out of the right side of her mouth as she tried to evade enemies. Her fingers mashed buttons frantically. "I think you have to hide for a while or they'll kill you before you can finish," Duncan finally told her. Another couple minutes passed before Miranda pondered out loud, "How come nobody in the seventeen hundreds even blinks an eye when a guy comes crashing down from a building into a cart full of hay?" "Because you wouldn't have a game otherwise," he answered. "Touch­é." Miranda paused the game and told him, "Go get me a snack." Duncan used the game being paused as his opportunity to ask, "Aren't we going to do any work? That is what you're here for... so shouldn't we--" "I said get me a snack," she cut in with a sharp edge in her voice. "I'm not your maid or your cook or something!" Duncan bristled. "Go down and get your own damn food if you're just gonna play Assassin's Creed all day," he unloaded. Miranda's reaction wasn't what he expected. She smiled at him, baring her pearly white teeth. "Showing some spine, huh? I'm surprised. It looks like I'm dealing with more than I expected here." Her tone was smooth and complimentary. Duncan showed a hint of a smile himself and that's when Miranda's demeanor suddenly changed. Her tone was harsh again as she grabbed his arm and told him, "If you don't get your little ass downstairs and fix me something to eat right now I'll call your mom up here and tell her you've been refusing to work. You wouldn't listen to me, and then you got on that game system of yours!" Duncan nearly swallowed his tongue. He realized he'd walked right into that. His mom was going to believe Miranda and not him. Duncan begrudgingly asked her what she wanted from the fridge and she replied, "Now that's better," then told him. His mom was in the living room hard at work as he pulled a dish from the cupboard downstairs. "How's it coming honey?" she called into the other room. Duncan knew that Miranda would lie through her teeth and end up getting him in trouble so he answered, "Good. Just getting a snack and it's back to work." He hated having to bring the plate of food back up to Miranda. "Here," he told her coldly. Duncan grabbed one of his books and threw himself back on the bed. Miranda picked through his game collection over the next couple hours. They exchanged barbs. Duncan found himself attracted to her despite himself. Even though she'd treated him so rotten, she was still a beautiful girl and she was right there in his bedroom. All the same, he couldn't help but be glad when Miranda was ready to leave. They got downstairs and his mom greeted them. "Oh you two worked together so long. Miranda, you have to stay for dinner. I'm almost ready to serve. I insist." Duncan's ears perked up. He wanted to protest, but couldn't. Miranda gave his mom a smile and replied, "That's sounds wonderful. Thank you." "You can use our phone to call your aunt if you need to tell her." Duncan's mom smiled at Miranda and then at him. "No, that's all right. I don't need to. Thank you, though." Miranda helped Duncan's mom set the table. They giggled and joked together in a way which left Duncan beside himself. Finally his mom told him, "Go get your sister. We're ready to eat." Just a little after five all four of them sat at the table together. Miranda introduced herself to Emily and the three girls talked. Duncan poked at his plate. He'd barely touched his food by the time Miranda was already on her seconds. "You go to MU?" his sister asked Miranda. "Mmmhmm." Miranda put her fork down and took a drink. "I was thinking of going there next year once I graduate. How is it?" Duncan grumbled to himself in obvious disinterest with the conversation. Miranda answered, "Great. I bet you'd like it. You know, I'd be happy to show you around sometime." Duncan looked up at her. What the hell was she pulling? He noticed his mom giving him an observant stare and so he settled down. *** Duncan's mom had set up another tutoring date the day after next. He couldn't seem to find a way out of it. Duncan felt trapped in the arrangement. He woke up the morning of his next tutoring session hoping that maybe there had been a big snow while he slept. He crept over to the window and saw that not so much as a flake of snow had fallen during the night. He decided during breakfast that the best course of action would be to not fight it. Let Miranda play video games and get her food when she asks, he told himself. By early afternoon he started to think about Miranda again. But this time his hormone-ridden mind was thinking about her body. Looking past her intrusive, abrasive personality, she had to be the hottest girl he'd ever spent so much time with. Duncan stroked his cock thinking of her curvy body and dreaming of ways he could be the one controlling her instead of the other way around. In no time at all he heard the newly familiar sound of her loud clopping feet climbing the stairs. She was wearing a red sweater which fit quite snugly over her tits and a pair of black slacks. Duncan had his game system controller sitting on the chair pushed up to the television and a variety of snacks. He wanted to make this as easy as possible. "Let's play basketball," she said unexpectedly. "Basketball? I don't want to. It's freezing outside." "Don't be a baby. Yes, basketball! You have a rim on your garage, don't you?" "Yeah," Duncan replied. "My dad put that up before he left." Miranda, with sudden interest, asked, "So your mom's divorced. She's single, huh?" "Ahh... I guess." Duncan was visibly uncomfortable with the question. "How are we going to play basketball when you're being paid to tutor me and my mom's right downstairs?" Miranda opened his closet without asking and pulled a coat out. She threw it at him. "Get this on you big baby. Don't worry about your mom. I told her about this great one-day sale downtown. Emily and her will be gone for hours." The front door slammed only seconds after Miranda finished speaking. Duncan reluctantly put his coat on. He wasn't good at sports and basketball was no exception. Plus Miranda was practically a full head taller than him. He didn't want to lose to a girl. Duncan thought of a quick game, which might limit his embarrassment. They got outside. "Do you want to play H-O-R-S-E?" he asked. "One-on-one," she told him in a way that left no room for negotiation. Miranda began to bounce the ball she'd picked out of his closet and remarked, "Just enough air left in this thing to play a game. You take it out first." She thrust the ball hard into Duncan's chest. It was only about ten minutes before Duncan went numb. Not from the cold, but from her brutalization. She manhandled him. She pushed, shoved and physically dominated him in every sense of the word. Duncan's resolve to hold his tongue for fear she'd put him in hot water with his mom was in jeopardy. On one possession, Duncan's head ended up on the driveway pavement, then under her sweaty arm and finally against the garage door as she pushed him away and laid the ball softly in. "Think I should spot you ten points, lightweight?" she gloated with a big smile. Duncan muttered something nasty low enough that he knew she wouldn't hear it and took the ball. He started to dribble up the driveway. Miranda pushed her big, broad body into him in such a way that he couldn't get by. She pushed herself into him so hard that he fell backwards on his butt. "Foul!" he cried out at her finally. "I don't see no refs." Miranda pulled the ball from his grasp. "We're playing street rules," she told him. "So what am I supposed to do when you foul me?" He got up off the ground. "If you get fouled then you foul back, Einstein," she laughed at him. "Yeah, all right. I get it." Duncan rolled up his sleeves and readied himself to play more physically. "But remember," Miranda started to dribble the ball, her tits bouncing hypnotically as she did, "If you foul me, I'm gonna punch you in the fucking face." Duncan wouldn't have imagined these words coming out of a girl that looked like her until now. But getting punched in the face would be worth it to be rid of this domineering bitch. "Then I'll show my mom and you'll be out of here. Do it. Go ahead." He thought what he said might have cautioned her to at least play less aggressive defense. Instead, Miranda laughed in his face. She wagged her finger and said, "Oh no. You'll be in deep shit. Just listen to this. 'Miss Farmer! Miss Farmer! I was helping Duncan on math when he grabbed my breast! I slugged him on a split second reaction!'" Duncan could barely stand the arrogant smile coloring Miranda's face. "'I only took this job to make a little extra money for my aunt, Miss Farmer. What's that? You're so sorry and you want to pay me the full amount for tutoring him even though I obviously can't continue anymore? I shouldn't, but okay--I will. Thank you so much, Miss Farmer.'" Thoroughly beaten on that subject, Duncan wrenched the ball from Miranda. "Fine!" he barked at her. He lifted the basketball up to shoot it but Miranda slapped it out of his hands. Duncan scrambled to it again and started dribbling, with her poking at the ball from all angles. Duncan held his back to her to keep the ball as far from her reach as he could. His butt rubbed against the front of her slacks and that's when he stopped dribbling. His butt had pressed right against the thick end of a baseball bat in her pants. No wait, it was more like the trunk of tree. Duncan froze in place, his backside still in contact with the mysterious shaft in her pants. He was so shocked that it took him a few seconds to put it all together. Miranda had a cock in her pants! It was a definitely a cock. And that meant... she was one of those girls--those t-girls! "Are you just going to stand there like that or are you planning to give me a lap dance? We could go inside for that." Miranda's unashamed laughter brought Duncan back to semi-consciousness. He jumped forward, his face burning red. "You're a fucking... I mean you're--holy fucking hell!" he wailed. "Well, tell the whole neighborhood, why don't ya?" Miranda seemed remarkably relaxed. She picked up the ball, took a dribble and then threw it up at the hoop. And then in an all too characteristic change in demeanor, she asked him in a threatening voice, "Got a problem with it?" Duncan shrugged. Even if he had, he couldn't admit it to her. Did he? He'd just jerked off earlier in the day thinking about her! This was all too much to handle. "No. No problem," he answered quickly in what amounted to a high-pitched denial. They went back in. Miranda looked through his CD collection and acted less antagonistic than usual. Duncan found himself looking over her body. How could she have a cock? Yeah, she was a bigger than most girls, but she was hot too. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it--or rather, felt it himself. How could she have a dick and have tits that looked like that, he wondered. The two didn't go together, or did they? Duncan was feeling a little calmer about the situation when Miranda asked, "Have you ever sucked cock before?" It was another one of her out of the blue questions which sent Duncan off the rails. "No! I've never done that!" Duncan blurted out. He tried to lighten the mood by telling her, "You ask the craziest stuff sometimes." Then his thoughts came full circle, adding, "And I don't plan on it either." "Easy there boy," she told him as though she hadn't meant any of it. "Never been fucked in the ass either?" she asked in an equally shocking manner. Duncan's gaze fell to her crotch and then shot back up to Miranda's eyes. "Hell no! Guys don't do that!" "I was only making conversation." Thankfully, Miranda didn't carry on in that same line of thought. Duncan's mother and sister returned home not long after. Miranda got up to leave, but then she leaned into Duncan and remarked, "I bet I made your ass clench up so tight when I asked you if you've ever been fucked." Miranda smiled and walked out of his room, her round feminine ass swaying with each step. He listened to her descend the staircase and then his mom and his sister and her talked for a good ten minutes in the downstairs hall before she finally left. The fact that Miranda had a cock and then the things she'd asked him were still sloshing around in his brain by dinner. His mom and Emily talked back and forth. Duncan hadn't heard a word of it until his sister said, "I'll take those with me when school starts and Miranda shows me around her campus." "That girl is so nice. I'm thrilled we found her," his mom responded. "Duncan, did you two have a productive day today while we were gone?" "Yeah, mom. First she threw me around playing basketball. Then I found out she has a DICK! Then she asked me all sorts of questions like, 'Ever been ass-fucked?' Real productive day," Duncan imagined himself saying. Instead he muttered, "I guess." *** It was another two days before Miranda went over to Duncan's for another tutoring session. His mom and her talked for a while in the kitchen and then she came up the stairs. Miranda passed right by Duncan's room and continued on to Emily's room, who was out with friends. Duncan's interest was piqued but he stayed in his room reading a book. Miranda walked into his room a few minutes later. Duncan's eyes lingered on her body. He chastised himself for looking, but a nineteen year-old can't help himself. With a sneaky grin on her face, Miranda asked him, "Want to see something awesome?" Duncan was quite skeptical, so he didn't answer. Miranda pulled a pair of panties from her pocket. His face turned crimson. "I don't want to see your underwear." "You think these are mine?" Miranda giggled. She spread the notably tiny pair of panties between her fingers and asked, "You think these would fit me?" Miranda brought them to her nose. "I swiped them from your sister's room." Duncan, who thought he'd heard everything out of this girl, nearly fell out of his chair. "Gross! What the hell are you doing with them!" "What do you think?" Miranda took a long whiff. Duncan's eyes were drawn to the bulge in her pants. She was really getting off on this! The instinct of a brother trying to protect his sister kicked in. "She just turned eighteen! My mom isn't going to pay you a cent more. Put those back!" "Not so fast," Miranda told him coolly. She brought the crotch of Emily's panties to her mouth and rubbed them against her lips. "I admire your fight," she chuckled at him. "But you better think twice. Want to know why? 'Miss Farmer! Come up here quick. I was walking by Duncan's bed and I found these sticking out from the mattress!' How long before she figures out they're Emily's?" Miranda had a look of such satisfaction on her face. "You're a real perv, Duncan." She took another sniff. "But... But... I didn't. It was you! ...You took them." Duncan's tone told her that he was defeated. The pleasure Miranda gleaned from his defeat was apparent, even to Duncan. She started adding salt to the wound, "I wonder if your sister's a virgin. Fuck, my horse cock would destroy her tight little virgin pussy." "I'm not going to listen this!" Duncan, awash with emotions, headed for the door. Miranda caught his arm and pulled him back. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. It'd piss me off. Do you want me pissed off?" Her eyes were ice as they stared threateningly into his. Duncan didn't say a word. He fell flat on his bed and pulled his pillow over his head. Miranda kept talking. "Then I'd demolish her ass. She'd lose her voice from screaming. I love virgins! You're a virgin, aren't you?" Tortured by the T-Girl Tutor *** Duncan entertained the idea of running away the next day. Miranda was prepared to make him a pervert in the eyes of his family. She'd crossed a line and stolen his sister's panties. Even threatened to fuck her! Duncan had to get out. He left early in the morning. Not to run away. Duncan went to a movie in an effort to forget about his troubles at home. It didn't work. He returned home, cold and hungry, a couple hours later. "Where have you been?" His mom lifted her head from a book. "Huh? Oh, I caught a movie." Duncan was ready to run up the stairs when she said, "Miranda has been waiting close to an hour for you. I told you she'd be back today! Get up there this instant, young man. And we're going to talk about this later." Hearing that Miranda was back was like a punch in stomach. Duncan couldn't remember his mom telling him that. Ever since Miranda had entered his life, everything had been upside down. Duncan couldn't make heads or tails of anything. Then, in renewed horror, he opened the door to his bedroom and caught a glimpse of Miranda half nude on his bed with a pair of panties wrapped around her monster cock. Duncan nearly screamed, but then thinking of his mom, kept quiet, shutting the door behind him quick. "You're jerking off in my bed with my sister's panties!" he could hardly keep his voice down. Miranda's hand stroked up her powerful shaft with the panties. She answered, not the least bit concerned, "Close." Miranda's continued stroking was a big distraction. Duncan caught himself watching the vulgar scene. She continued, "I'm jerking off on your bed, but these aren't your sister's panties. No, they're your mom's." Duncan suddenly blistered with anger. This was a step too far. In his last stand he dove on the bed and tried to wrestle the panties from her cock. "Give me those!" he cried. "Oh, you want them so bad? You really are a perv!" Miranda maneuvered up on the bed and put enough weight on Duncan to make him crash into the mattress. She stood on her knees over him with his mom's panties in hand. Miranda hung them off her finger over him, taunting him. "I bet your mom hasn't had a good dick since your dad left. Think she'd like mine? I like those big old titties of hers. I wonder if she's lonely. I could be getting some of that." Duncan barely heard her. He realized his close proximity to her primed cock. Staring at it fearfully, he tried to free himself. Miranda sat down on his stomach to stop him. Her over-sized balls laid on his chest. Duncan recoiled from the warmth of her ass and nuts. Miranda was so turned on that the dark pink head of her womanhood began to shed a pearl of pre-ejaculate over him. "Please," he begged from under her. "Please what?" she toyed with him in return. "Don't do this," he said with a soft pleading in his voice. "Are you worried I'm going to force you, Duncan?" "I'll scream," he warned, still with so much fear in his voice. "Nonsense. It won't come to that. See, you're going to finish jerking me off and then I'm going to put your mom's panties back. After that I go home happy and your ass..." Miranda drew her swollen tip closer to his lips, "and your mouth are safe." Miranda gave her cock a firm stroke in front of him. "Remember, you can't scream if your mouth is full. Hence this is the best deal you're gonna get." "Ok. Ok, I'll do it. Just let me up." Miranda nodded her head and pushed off his stomach. She sat back on his bed. Duncan pushed himself up. He considered making a mad dash for the door, but she'd catch him. And then he knew, all bets were off. "What do you want me to do?" he asked her hopelessly. "Attach one of those pretty little hands to my prick and start rubbing." Miranda grabbed his hand and licked her long tongue across it. Duncan's didn't like the reference to his hand as being pretty and little, but slowly, it neared her angry-looking erection. The first thing he felt as he touched it was the incredible heat emanating from it. His whole hand couldn't wrap around the thick trunk. Beyond it's rock hard state, there was a softness to it. Meaning that besides being the absolute picture of masculine virility, there was a feminine touch to it. Duncan gingerly gave the big hunk of girl meat a stroke. Miranda let out a low moan. Miraculously, she stayed quiet for the first few strokes. It was the longest Duncan could remember her going without talking. She broke the streak by telling him, "That feels nice." It was the first compliment he thought he'd received from her. Slightly encouraged, his hand started to stroke her meat faster. Duncan was astonished to see glob after glob of pearly pre-cum pump from her cock and roll down his hand. "Now your other hand," she said breathlessly, her hips beginning to hump her cock up and down in his hand. Duncan changed positions on the bed and clasped both hands around her massive girth with a stranglehold. Her cock pulsed unexpectedly in his hands and discharged a strand of pre-ejaculate onto his arm. He kept stroking, his eyes watching the tip of her womanhood closely. Miranda's eyes were closed. She licked over her lips and let out another moan. Duncan's curiosity got the best of him and he removed one hand from shaft, placing it on her testicles; he gently rubbed the two large masses with his fingers. "Showing good initiative," she commented. "I bet you would have done well if I had actually tutored you." Miranda's dick tensed. Duncan realized she was getting close. His other hand returned to her womanhood and he used both fists on it. His hands stroked up her shaft and then used a corkscrew motion around the tip and upper quarter. The free-flowing pre-ejaculate from her slit kept things nice and slippery. Duncan worked himself into a light sweat. He bit down on his bottom lip and watched her tip intently. He asked her, "Are you going to cum?" "Mmmhmmmmmm," Miranda nodded her head. "Lucky you came home when you did. I was gonna blow my load on your pillow." Miranda's fingers started to tweak her nipples through her sweatshirt. Her nipples were so large and hard that Duncan could see them even through the thick material. His arms were tired, but he kept jerking and squeezing her shaft. Then as her womanhood swelled with semen, Duncan found himself wondering, is she going to cum a lot? As if in answer to his silent question, her tip turned a darker shade of purplish pink and in a giant burst, cum exploded from it. The first blasts of Miranda's cum splattered on Duncan's shirt. He groaned, releasing her cock. Another spurt gushed out and landed across his chin. Duncan dropped out of the line of fire on the bed and covered himself. Miranda grabbed her cock and gave it more firm strokes. She pushed herself up and aimed the tip right at his head. Thick spurts of girl spunk doused Duncan's face, hands and clothing. He fell off the bed trying to get away. Miranda kept her womanhood aimed directly at his face. By the time Miranda's balls were drained, Duncan was drenched. She pulled her pants up from her ankles and lifted him from the floor. Duncan felt a little out of sorts. She picked a shirt of his up and started to wipe his face clean. His eyes, which had been closed up until that time, finally opened. Duncan looked up at Miranda's pretty face. "You look so cute covered in my cum. That was a lot of fun. Thanks." "Yeah, umm, ok." Duncan answered, the awkwardness setting in. Another smile formed at the corners of Miranda's mouth. "Oh yeah," she said, "a deal's a deal. I'll put these back," she whipped his mom's panties around her finger. "See ya," she told him happily. But then as she got up to leave, Miranda told him sharply, "I made up my mind. I'm gonna take your ass." Miranda took springy steps to his door, her ass bouncing seductively. She knew he was watching and whirled around to wink at him before shutting the door softly. She felt like cartwheeling across the hall to Duncan's mom's room to return the panties safely, and only didn't on account of the noise it would make. *** Duncan was a wreck over the next two days. His mom told him to tag along with Emily when she went to the store. She told him Miranda would arrive for their tutoring session a little while later. He felt like a prisoner to time, and certainly a prisoner to Miranda. Duncan was so mixed up that he actually tried to tell his sister what was going on. But she liked Miranda so much. He knew she wouldn't believe him. They got back to the house and Duncan found his mom and Miranda conversing comfortably in the living room. Duncan had to wonder whether she was still trying to bed his mom and Emily even after he'd masturbated her, or was that all a joke to begin with anyway? He couldn't take her mind games. It was maddening. The three girls talked in the background until Duncan couldn't stand it anymore. He ran upstairs to his room before all the groceries were put away. "He's been acting so strange lately," Duncan's mom remarked. "We ought to get to work. I'll talk to him beforehand," Miranda reassured her. She climbed the stairs and knocked at his door. Duncan thought it was his mom since Miranda hadn't knocked once yet. "What?" he called out. "Can I come in?" Miranda's voice was sympathetic. Duncan didn't trust it. "Fine." Miranda walked in and shut the door. Her tongue rolled along her full lips. She pulled a chair up to where he was sitting and gave him a sly look. "Your mom thinks I'm having a good talk with you up here. So you want to see something neat?" she reached into her pocket. "No more panties!" he cried. "No. I saw it a store and thought of you. Thought I'd like see you in it." It was a thong. At least one for a man, Duncan caught himself thinking. A small little thing. "I like my men to dress sexy for me." "I'm not wearing that," he groaned. "Stop treating me like a toy you want to play with!" Miranda's cheerful face quickly changed with an agitated glare. She stood up, towering over him. "I go all out to buy you something! You're not a toy to play with. You're gonna be a hole to fuck in a minute if you don't put this on right now. I'll tell you what, raise one more objection and I'll make you model your sister's panties for me instead." Duncan bit down on his lip. His stomach churned. "Ok ok. You win. Do you want me to change out here?" "The bathroom will be fine. Fix yourself up nice," she told him. Duncan removed his clothing in the bathroom. He looked at the little blue thong in the mirror and then lifted his legs into it. His cock began to fill out a little bit against the tight material. Duncan turned around and looked at his backside. The little piece of cloth pressed deep into the crack of his slim ass. He could feel the material rub against his asshole as he walked. He came out of the bathroom and Miranda whistled. She was laying back on his bed, her pants undone. "Well, don't you look beautiful. Give me a little spin." Duncan turned around. He was ready to spin back when she said, "Hold it there, sweet cheeks. Bend over for me. I want to get the view just right." He begrudgingly complied. "You're a nice little piece of ass. Sure you've never had it fucked before?" she goaded him. Her games were tearing him apart. Duncan flung back around and faced her. "Stop it!" he cried. "You're making me crazy. If you're going to fuck me, just fucking do it already! Anything is better than this. I can't take it!" Duncan's entire body was hot. The hair standing up on the back of his neck, he felt as if he might be sick, but he'd finally said it! Miranda let the silence settle into the room. She got up from his bed and walked over to the barely-clothed Duncan. He was breathing hard and giving her uneasy looks. "Aww, poor baby," she cooed. "I've got you all tied up in knots, don't I?" she sounded sympathetic, but Duncan didn't believe it for a second. Miranda gently caressed his cheek. "Well, we've gotta get rid of your mom first or else she'll hear. I think I know how. Give me three minutes and I'll be back." Miranda sashayed to the door. "You'd be wise to lube your little hole up for me while I'm gone." She lifted a little bottle from her pants and threw it at him. Miranda left him. He was alone for a few minutes. He took her suggestion to heart. Duncan opened the cap of lube and let a little out into his hand. It was cold to the touch. He didn't exactly know the right way to do this or how she wanted him to be when she got back. Duncan was already having second thoughts by the time he'd stripped the new thong off. Still, he warmed the little bottle in his hands for a moment and then took more. Duncan slipped the fingers of his right hand between his two cheeks, which were a little irritated from the thong's intrusion, and rubbed it lightly against his back entrance. The opening pursed up tight. Duncan pressed his lubed finger into the small hole. His cock started to stiffen, the walls of his asshole collapsed around his finger. Duncan pulled it out. Feeling flush, he decided to walk over to the door and find out if he could hear anything. His straining ears couldn't pick up any conversation from downstairs. Duncan was about to sit down on the bed when he remembered the greasy lube. He set himself out on his bed instead and waited for Miranda to return. Duncan's hand, still slick with lube, found his cock. The door to his room started to open. Duncan flashed with panic as he worried for some reason whether it might be his mom. He was actually relieved to find Miranda alone at the door. She closed it behind her. Duncan was naked on his side, covering his crotch. "Don't be shy on my account," she told him cheerily. "I, I'm not." Once the initial relief that his mom hadn't somehow caught them dissipated, he asked, "Are we really gonna do this? I mean you really want to?" Miranda pulled her sweater off before crossing the room and placing herself on the bed beside his back. Her bra came off next and she dropped it on his head. "Why is it always so hard for guys to wrap their heads around the fact that a girl might like to fuck them? Oh well, I suppose their crazy assumptions of what a girl might do work out for the best. I'm already inside them before they can protest." Duncan flung her bra off. His erection came back to life seeing her tits. They were large and perfectly-shaped with ripe pink nipples. Miranda didn't unclothe herself further. Instead she pushed her stiff bulge toward Duncan's face and made him do it. He got her pants off and then her panties. Miranda's big erection popped free and nearly slapped him in the face. Duncan looked at the size of it again and became much more fearful. How could that thing, that monstrous hunk of meat attached to this beautiful girl, fit inside him? Duncan got very jumpy, his legs shook on the bed. Miranda ran her hand down his spine. She rubbed his butt cheeks with her palm and told him, "Turn over. I'll enter you that way in a minute." They heard the front door close. Duncan's mom had gone. Miranda took the small bottle of lube and greased up her womanhood with its contents. She laid down behind his back so that her cock pressed hard against his crack. Miranda leaned her body into him. He could feel her tits squash against his back. She started to slide her thick pipe between his cheeks. With his eyes clenched shut, Duncan waited for the penetration. "Are you gonna do it?" he asked after a minute of her cock slipping and sliding around his crack. "Getting antsy, are we? You want this big hard cock shoved deep inside you so bad you can't wait." The pleasure Miranda derived by her sliding cock was driving her. She pinched his ass cheek then pressed both together around the tip of her cock. "Just getting to know your ass. It's so smooth and warm. Squeeze those pretty cheeks together for me." Duncan squeezed his butt on the big stick. That's when the pressure from her hard cock head against his vulnerable opening started. Her slippery tip dug hard into the entrance of his asshole, slowly sawing inside. Duncan took in a deep breath and gritted his teeth. He felt like a balloon being popped. Her cock went deeper inside him. It was like his insides were being being rearranged. Duncan pressed his fist hard into the bed. His legs tensed and he let out a small cry. Miranda's hot breath washed over his neck, she found his ear with her lips and nibbled on it. She whispered to him, "You're doing good. God, you're tight. Fucking hell! It feels so good, but you need to relax." Miranda drew his earlobe into her mouth, her cock continuing inside him. Duncan felt like a stuffed turkey by the time he felt her stomach bang into his back. Her entire length and monstrous girth had somehow gotten inside him via the wonder of that little hole which barely fit his finger. Miranda withdrew a few inches of her womanhood and then guided them back inside Duncan. "Ooooohmmm," Duncan whimpered. She did it again, pulling more length out this time. The pain was something else. Duncan tried to concentrate on Miranda's hot breath and soft breasts on his back. She was surprisingly gentle. Duncan had worried a wild animal would be fucking him. He shuddered at the thought of Miranda using her considerable might to hammer that big monster in and out of him as hard as she could. He didn't know that was yet to come. . . "You like that cock, huh? You little slut. Teasing me and teasing me, but no more. I have you now. That's my dick fucking your slutty little dick-taking hole." Miranda moaned. Her womanhood humped harder. It hit so deep inside Duncan. His insides clenched down around her and he gasped. The way her thick meat rubbed and massaged his warm slippery walls made Duncan feel something he never had before. He felt like he couldn't control his own body as it contorted and stretched each time Miranda penetrated him. His asshole was like a glove around her cock. The friction created by every inch of her dick sliding in and out of him was immense. The pleasure Miranda gleaned from his virgin hole came in bunches. "Take that cock! Take that cock! Oooh..." she threw her leg across his, her fuck stick plowed deep inside him. "I'm gonna do you so hard now. Nowhere to hide. You're mine boy!" Miranda's youth got the best of her. She couldn't restrain herself any longer. Her thrusts became more savage. Miranda's body collapsed down on his as she put every ounce of strength behind her plowing cock. Duncan's cock dug hard into the mattress. He let out a desperate groan, burying his face in his pillow afterward. Miranda's over-sized balls slapped into his. Her hammering cock humped in and out of his little ass with increasing power. It was like she was building and building to something. Miranda knew that something was her orgasm. She also knew this little hole she'd gotten her hands on and her womanhood inside would milk her dry. "Squeeze your ass. Oh fuck, squeeze your ass!" she shouted. "Ughhhhh. It's so big. I, oooohhhhuhh." Duncan's body was covered in sweat. Some of it his and some of it hers. He pushed hard on her cock, his insides clamping down on it like a vice. "I can't--I can't last long!" Miranda cried, her voice raw. "You're so slippery... hottt.... tighttt..." Her lower body was practically a blur. She moaned out her pleasure. Her balls churned. Miranda clutched Duncan's hips and used them for leverage. Things were coming to a head. Duncan could feel her awesome girth swell even thicker in his little hole. He wanted her to cum. Needed her to cum. He needed her to finish inside him as much as she did. Duncan started to hump his ass back at her on the tail end of each thrust. Her cock was throbbing. The pleasure had been so intense for so long that it nearly bridged on pain. "Cum!" he told her. "Do it!" His tender inner walls seemed to close down around Miranda's womanhood even tighter. Miranda hadn't discovered yet that it was because Duncan was cumming. His cock jammed into the mattress and exploded all over his sheets. Miranda cried out. She drove herself deep into his pleasure hole and finally gave in to her orgasm. Tortured by the T-Girl Tutor Miranda's cock doused his insides with cum, filling his back passage completely in a matter of seconds. Shot after shot of fresh t-girl cum exploded from her tip and deposited at a point deep within Duncan's asshole. Miranda came so hard she was seeing stars. She'd held nothing back. With her energy completely drained, her arms and legs started to give. She laid flat on top of Duncan, humping him with slow strokes until she'd expelled every drop of semen. Miranda breathed heavily over his shoulder and tried to collect her thoughts. "That... was... the best sex of my life. You were great! Your ass was made to be fucked!" Duncan pulled his face out of the pillow. Trying to catch his breath, a sharp pain shot through his ass as he moved. "Ugh ahhh thanks, I, I think." Miranda pulled her shrinking cock from him with a wet pop. She rolled off him. Duncan felt emptier without it inside him. There had been some pain involved, but as his cum-soiled sheets would attest, there had been a lot of pleasure, too. *** Duncan awoke the next day very groggy. He'd fallen asleep soon after Miranda left and continued on sleeping soundly through the night and most of the morning. He walked very stiffly to the bathroom, stopping at the window and rubbing the cloudy window with his sleeve. The ground had a few inches of snow on it now, all having fallen while he slept. It was a few minutes before Duncan had woken up enough to attempt the stairs going downstairs. His ass still felt red hot like Miranda had just blown her load inside him. He opened his bedroom door, pausing for a moment as he heard voices in the kitchen. He'd written it off as just his mom and Emily until he recognized Miranda's laugh. Duncan attempted to descend the stairs faster than his sore ass would allow, but was thwarted by a sharp pain. He listened further to their conversation. "Is this ready to come out of the oven?" Miranda asked. The oven door opened and then she answered her own question, "No, I guess it needs about ten minutes longer. By the way, these brownies you made are freaking awesome. You're a great cook." "Thanks. Emily doesn't enjoy this sort of thing," his mom remarked. "Today has been really nice. I wonder if Duncan will ever get up. He's sleeping so late." "I don't mind. It gives us time to talk. We get to have girl time and bake sweets so sugar-filled no woman could ever eat them on a clear conscience. I think you're really cool, Miss Farmer." "Call me Judy. Please. My clients call me Miss Farmer, and I wish they wouldn't!" "Ahh, yes." Miranda giggled. "That's far too formal. Judy it is!" Duncan had an uncomfortable feeling listening from the wall opposite the kitchen. It sounded like they were flirting. He let Miranda do what she did to his ass and the next day she's still trying to bed his mother! He was feeling a strange sense of betrayal and jealousy. Like he wasn't good enough? No, no, he told himself, it was Miranda! Nothing good could come from that girl. He walked into the kitchen with intent to break up their baking session and send Miranda home once and for all. "Oh, sweetie. We didn't hear you leave your room. Good morning. Are you feeling ok?" his mom greeted him with a smile. "Huh? Oh, I'm ok," he grumbled back in response. Duncan gave Miranda a suspicious glare. He was wearing what he'd had time to throw on yesterday after she left before drifting off to sleep. Miranda, on the other hand, had obviously showered and slept normally. She looked astonishingly beautiful in something as standard as the sweatshirt and jeans she was presently wearing. "I'm gonna call your sister. She went over to Candice's. Be right back." Duncan's mom looked over both of them and smiled before leaving the room. "What are you doing here?" Duncan asked Miranda tensely once his mother was out of earshot. "Try this." Miranda slipped a baked good into his mouth before he could react. "It's good, isn't it?" she licked her fingers of excess chocolate. Duncan swallowed the tasty treat quickly and responded, "I don't know what kind of game you're playing this time, but me and my mom don't want any part of it." "You're just feeling sore from yesterday. It's got you in a bad mood," she casually told him. "Don't pretend today like you didn't enjoy it. You moaned and came hard with my dick up your ass like the sweet little slut you are." "I didn't enjoy that!" Duncan's voice cracked. "You, you took of advantage of me. You knew I was mixed up. I haven't known what I'm doing since you got here!" "Nice try." Miranda lifted another piece of baked good to his lips, but he pursed his lips tight and turned away. "Are you really going to dwell on this?" "Leave my mom and leave me alone. I can't stand you!" "Ok. You don't have to tell me. You need a day to yourself. That's fine. I'll come back another time and you should consider treating me a little better next time. I only came today to make sure you were all right." She pinched his cheek and then grabbed her coat. Miranda looked back at him and said softly, "Tell your mom thank you. You have a really great family." The door shut quietly behind her. Duncan let out a deep breath. He reached for the plate of baked treats, but his mom entered the room again and ripped a cookie from his hand before he could take a bite. She moved the plate over to the counter. "I caught the end of what you two were talking about." "Yeah, but I bet you missed the part where Miranda talked about fucking your only son," Duncan thought in his head. "I invited that girl to spend Christmas with us. I hope that little spat you had won't make her too uncomfortable to do so. I'm not going to make you apologize. Just know you're not to speak to someone like that in my house." "You invited her to Christmas! Mom! You didn't even ask me." "My house, my rules. The poor girl doesn't have a family to spend Christmas with like you do. She lives with an aunt she's barely related to. Her parents, if you can call them that, kicked her out, because of who she is." Duncan's mom spit out the words with contempt for what her parents had done. "You mean you know, you know about her?" he asked incredulously, only just beginning to process everything she said. "Yes, I know. Duncan," she sighed, "this probably goes without saying, but you don't have a lot of girls knocking on your door to get closer to you. But this one is interested in you. I wouldn't just brush that aside if I were you. If you weren't my son, I'd tell you she's out of your league." It was tough love for Duncan to hear. His mother's words began to sink in. "I don't know," he said. "Well, you figure it out, I think she's still outside." His mom grabbed one of the cookies Miranda had made and took a bite. "Damn," his mom, who almost never swore, said. "these are good." Duncan opened the front door to a brutal chill. He slipped into his shoes and stepped out onto the stoop. Duncan's legs shook from the cold. Miranda's car was still there, running and parked near the tree lawn with her inside. The passenger door popped open and Duncan made a dash for it. He closed the car door behind him and rubbed his hands together. Miranda aimed the heat toward him. "It takes a while for the car to heat up enough to drive," she explained why she was still there. Duncan started to warm up. "I can never figure you out. Are you trying to fuck my mom?" Miranda laughed. "Nice way to start. I guess I deserve that." She gently rubbed his cold knee with her warm hand. "Your mom is safe. Your sister's safe. I didn't really mean it. I said those things to push your buttons." "To make me crazy," Duncan interrupted. "What can I say? You're so cute when you're angry. It probably wasn't very nice of me." Miranda's hand slipped behind Duncan's back started a massage of the cheeks of his ass. "Does it still hurt?" Duncan interjected, "My mom said your parents kicked you out because, because..." he started to blush, not quite sure how to say it in an unoffensive way. "They must be pretty conservative or something." "They could handle the t-girl part. It was when guys started coming over and ended up leaving with cum dripping from all holes. That's when things got rocky," she chuckled in an uneasy manner. "Miranda," Duncan tried to pick his words carefully. It was difficult to articulate exactly what he wanted to say, "I haven't been able to guess yet what you're thinking. So you could just tell me. What do you want with me?" "That's a silly question," she told him. Miranda answered nonchalantly, "You're going to be my boyfriend." "I am?" he asked like nobody had bothered to inform him. "Yep." "And what if I don't want to be?" Duncan looked up at her. Her beautiful face watched his brightly. She seemed to like this line of questioning, or at the least, found it amusing. "I didn't say you don't have a choice in the matter. You do. I just know you'll choose correctly. You can't resist," she told him in a self-assured manner. "I've gotten you this far. You couldn't stop me even if you wanted to. I've been pretty hard on you, but with a snap of my fingers it can change. I can turn your torment into pleasure. Do you doubt it?" "Umm, for the sake of argument... how can you do all that?" Miranda's hand wrapped around his cock. She squeezed it to full erection. There was a lust in her eyes as she stared into his. Miranda pulled the band of his pajama bottoms down and revealed his modestly-sized organ. It felt cold for a fraction of a second. Until she wet her full lips and plunged down to his lap, engulfing his penis into the warmth of her mouth. Duncan had never experienced this kind of pleasure in his life. His legs were shaking, this time from the satisfaction he was receiving and not the cold. Duncan couldn't stifle a moan. He looked down at Miranda's long hair in his lap and listened to the slurping of her mouth in disbelief. Could it really be him, was it really his dick within the wet slippery confines of her mouth? The swirling of her tongue around his sensitive tip told him yes. "I can't believe you're doing that," he groaned. "Oh shit. It feels sooo good." Miranda knew that without him having to say it. Her soft lips sucked his cock in deep and created a tight seal. She swallowed the entire length of his cock and let it sit there, while her tongue frolicked over every sensitive inch. After that she bobbed her head on his cock. She enjoyed the feeling of his smooth pecker as it slid over her tongue. Miranda caved her cheeks in and gave it one long suck, then another. The fingers of her left hand tickled and played with his balls. Duncan's hand was shaking as he tentatively reached around Miranda's body and grabbed a handful of soft tit flesh. His fingers sought out her nipple. Once found, he plucked and pinched it through her sweatshirt. "I need to... I need to cum," he muttered to her with a voice strained by the pleasure he was receiving. Miranda knew that, too. Her sucking mouth went into overdrive. She applied her strongest suction while her lips, gliding up and down his shaft, wrapped even tighter around his girth. "Oh, Miranda! Oooooh... I'm CUMMING!" Duncan's hips bucked up involuntarily. His body tensed with his eyes shut tight. Miranda swallowed down the gushes of semen without batting an eye. Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock and coaxed out the last drops of cum. Miranda let his shriveling prick bounce free from her lips. She sat up with a playful, sexy smile on her face. Her warm hand wrapped around his cock before it had time to get cold again and gently jacked it. Duncan fought to catch his breath. He couldn't hide his appreciation as he looked at her. "You're unbelievable," he started to say. "I mean in a good way. That was the single greatest thing that's ever happened to--" Miranda's lips crushed against his. Her tongue shot into his mouth. She kissed him hard and deep. Duncan could taste his own cum, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. *** Later in the day, Duncan found himself between Miranda's legs. They were up in his room on his bed. His tongue lapped at the big mushroom cock head sitting atop her shaft. Duncan licked up the liquid leaking from her slit and purred quietly. Doing this seemed to bring something out of him. He was driven by the memory of the blow job he'd received earlier in the day. Now it was his chance, and he wanted to get it right. Miranda seemed satisfied with his busy tongue. She directed him to lick all along her shaft. Duncan's tongue made a run all the way down to the base of her cock and then slid up slowly, his lips kissed as he reached the crown. Duncan repeated the process several times. Then his tongue swept lower, rolling over her big hairless balls. He slurped generously on her nutsack and earned a moan in return. "That's awesome. Mmm... keep it up and I won't have to regret going on an all blow job diet for a few days while your ass heals." Miranda, already completely naked, gave her shaft a stroke with one hand and dedicated the other to teasing and pleasing her stiff nipples. He gave her nutsack another once over and then kissed and licked his way back up to the tip in spectacular cock worship fashion. "Stick it in your mouth now," she told him. Duncan had some reservations about her monster, as big as it was, actually fitting inside his mouth. He lifted up on his knees and stretched his lips wide. He wrapped his hand around Miranda's thick base and then fit her over-sized mushroom into his mouth. With his lips holding it tightly, Duncan created a vacuum seal. He jumped when her womanhood throbbed with the discharge of boiling hot ejaculate. "Hot little mouth slut," Miranda muttered. She entangled her hands in his hair and pressed him to go lower. Duncan's eyes went wide. He struggled to keep his composure as another inch of her cock slipped inside his mouth. Miranda looked down at him with half-closed eyes. Her face made it clear just how much she was enjoying the treatment she was getting. Miranda told him, "Don't think about gagging and you won't. Think about sucking my cock. That's it and that's all. Let yourself go. Just suck." Duncan didn't disappoint. He got used to feel, to the texture and warmth her womanhood brought to his mouth. The job his tongue did in a swirling motion around her tip made Miranda's toes curl. She moaned out, her hands locked around Duncan's head, pushing him to take more of her meat between his lips. Her hips bucked and wiggled, creating a fucking motion. Duncan tried to assert himself more. His head started bobbing on the inches which would fit into his mouth. His hand jerked the rest of her shaft. Duncan tried to take her deeper, but only succeeded in nearly choking. Miranda eased her grip on the back of his head. "Don't trip yourself up. Look at how big my cock is. You can't deep throat it. This is just your first time!" her words had the opposite effect on Duncan than she intended. They emboldened him to push the limit of what his mouth could take. Duncan steeled himself. He stopped sucking for a minute and focused solely on his lips traveling lower. Another inch of Miranda's cock entered the wonderful warmth of his mouth. She might have stopped him, or laughed at him for trying, but all Miranda could do was lie back and let the pleasure from his actions wash over her. Her tip pressed against the entrance to his throat. Duncan had tears in his eyes as it passed the opening. He sucked hard, devouring her thick tube in earnest. He'd managed to fit more than half her massive length between his lips. Miranda shivered excitedly when his tongue circled her shaft. Still not satisfied with himself, Duncan's head slid lower yet, his tight throat stretching to accommodate her girth. "Oh... my... fuck," Miranda whimpered. She dug her heels into the bed and whipped her hair back. "Fuck that tiny little throat with my cock. Oh man... that's good." The cum began to stir within her. Duncan's mouth worked so hard to please her, and he did just that. Miranda had to communicate to him, had to tell him that she was close. Oh so close. "Duncan! Suck that cock. Oh Duncan. Sweet baby, it's coming. I'm gonna CUM! Suck me deep!" she moaned. Miranda's legs shook, her thighs relaxing and tensing in quick succession. Miranda's grabbed his head hard and forced him deep on her cock. She let out a thunderous cry and Duncan's mouth suddenly filled with cum. Thick gushes of her sticky semen shot straight down to his stomach. Duncan struggled to contain the spewing monster. He stroked the rest of her length, covered in saliva and ejaculate, with his hand. He swallowed down as many mouthfuls as he could. She came like a fire house with great shot after great shot of thick spooge. The cum which he couldn't swallow fast enough spilled from her lips and rolled down her cock and onto his sheets. Miranda was a hot mess as the last shots deposited down Duncan's throat. Even with hair all over her face and a sheen of sweat covering her body, she'd never looked more beautiful. They stared at one another, Duncan's tongue flicks and gentle sucks keeping her erection alive. Miranda blew a strand of hair from her face and told him, "Come here." Duncan reluctantly withdrew her womanhood from his mouth. He kissed the sticky, shrinking shaft and then came up to meet her. Miranda mashed her lips against his and tasted herself on him with no reservations. They kissed passionately, her hand slipping down his back and squeezing his sweet ass. A perpetual smile was plastered on her pretty lips. "I've got good news and bad news," she told him playfully. "Which do you want to hear first?" "Give me the good news first," Duncan kissed her neck and played along. "That was incredible. Hands down the best blow job I've ever had! I'm gonna have to raise my game if I want to complete. You do like ass, don't you?" Duncan nodded his head vigorously. "And the bad news?" "If you go back to school and your grades don't improve, your mom's going to wonder what we've been doing up here." Miranda rolled on top of Duncan and pinned him to the bed with a mischievous grin. "That means I really do have to tutor you."