Chapter 4
The Parsons had two children. One was a son, the other was a daughter.
At the time that Jonelle began to work for Mr. Parsons, both of the children were away on vacations. And, the rest of the year, they went to boarding schools.
But, part of their summers, and certain holidays during the year, they spent at home with their parents. It was not a very close family.
Once it had been a close family. The two children had been especially close with each other, but since they were sent away to separate schools, they had grown apart.
Sandra was the daughter's name. She was a pretty, if none too bright girl.
She had always been pretty. Her first growth of hair had been pale blonde, and it had hardly gotten darker since infancy.
She had peachy, baby skin as well. And, her eyes were big and grey.
She had dimples and a tiny nose. Her lips were rather pouty.
Everyone who visited the Parsons remarked about her loveliness. It was a great source of pride to Mrs. Parsons, and a source of torment to Mr. Parsons.
Ever since she got out of diapers, he had felt an unholy attraction to her. He, of course, tried to deny these desires.
And, that was the time that his lust for young prostitutes, actually children, if possible began. He ran off to the city constantly when his daughter lived at home.
That was also about the time that his sexual relations with Mrs. Parsons started to taper off sharply. His wife didn't seem to mind much.
When she was a toddler, Sandra had the habit of running around the house in nothing but her underpants. James could not restrain himself from watching her as much as he could.
Then, he would run into the bathroom to pull his cock to oblivion. He was besieged by guilt about all of this.
He sent Sandra away to boarding school at the youngest age possible. She was several years older than Jonelle, but she also retained very youthful looks.
Sandra had no more than the normal affection for her parents. But, she was very close with her brother.
Jamie was two years older than she was. He was much smarter, as well.
And, he was precocious. He liked to make his own way about the house.
Ever since Sandra was four, and Jamie six, he had led their game playing to variations on "doctor". Sandra was willing enough to go along.
Their house was so big, and so far from others, and there were few people in the town anyway who were up to their style, that the two children had to play by themselves most of the time.
They didn't even go to school. The local elementary school was filled with lower class children, and many black kids. So, their mother did not want them to go there.
Instead, she hired a tutor for the two children. The tutor was an Englishman named Howard.
Howard liked to spend his time studying. He let the children by themselves much of the time.
Mrs. Parsons was too busy with her women's societies to pay attention to the slipshod job that the tutor was doing.
And, indeed, despite the lack of time spent, Jamie was learning far more than he would have in a regular school. And, Sandra was absorbing enough for her capacities.
So, many hours of the children's day was spent out in the wooded grove at the edge of their property, playing with themselves. Jamie was almost obsessed with such activities.
Since he was four, he had been actively and frequently playing with himself. And, since his sister was four, he had had a companion in his games.
He led the little girl out with him to the shady shelter on their grounds. Sandra giggled with pleasure.
Her brother had not taken much interest in her until she had started to play with him. Now, he was always after her to come out to the trees with her, and to sneak into his bedroom at night.
She was wearing a light, summer dress. He told her to lift it up.
"You want to see my panties?" Sandra asked him.
"No, I want to see what's under your panties." Jamie said to her.
"I didn't make anything! I don't do that anymore. I'm a big girl." Sandra said to him.
"I know that, Sandy. That's why I want to see what's under your panties." Jamie said to her.
Sandra looked stupid and puzzled. Jamie smirked, and reached his hands to her elastic waistband.
He pulled her panties down, and off of her legs. Sandra let him.
"See, there's nothing there." Sandra said to her brother.
"Oh, yes there is. Your privates are there. And, they're not private to me anymore. "Jamie said to her.
"What do you mean, my privates?" Sandra asked him.
"That's what Mr. Howard calls them. That's English. English for your peepee and that's what we'll call them. It's dignified, Mr. Howard says." Jamie said to his sister.
"Oh." Sandra replied, looking down at her hairless slit.
"Now, I'm the doctor, and I'm going to examine your privates. I've got to check if they're alright." Jamie said to his sister.
"Alright. Then, can I be the nurse?" Sandra asked him.
"I'm the doctor right now, and you're the patient. But, later, I'll be the patient and you'll be the nurse checking me out." Jamie said to her.
"Okay. How are you going to examine me?" Sandra asked her brother.
"Well, you lie back and spread your legs. I have to touch and look at your privates." Jamie said to her.
Sandra plumped down on her back in the long grass. She spread her little thighs far apart.
Jamie bent forward and put his head close to her cunt. He put his fingers to the smooth skin.
He rubbed his hand along the outside skin. Sandra giggled.
"That tickles." she squealed to her brother.
"Well, it's very important that I continue. So, you just put up with it." Jamie said to her.
"That's okay. I like it." Sandra said to her brother.
Jamie took his fingers and spread his sister's cunt lips. He looked in at the pink, moist inner lips.
He had never seen a female sexual organ up close before. He was fascinated.
He rubbed his finger inside of the slit. He probed around for the hole that Howard had told him would be there.
Sandra squirmed around a bit, but she mostly settled down to enjoy her brother's examination of her privates. She found that it made her tingly.
Jamie made her turn onto her stomach. He spread her ass cheeks.
He found her puckered little asshole. He didn't think that that was her cunt hole, but it satisfied him for the moment.
He put his index finger up to it. He jabbed his finger an inch up it.
"Ow!" Sandra yelled, startled by her brother's action.
"You hush up now. This is a private examination. That means you can't tell anyone what we do." Jamie said to her.
"Okay, Jamie. But, that hurt." Sandra said to him.
"Does it hurt now?" Jamie asked her.
"No." Sandra said, pouting into the long grass.
"Well, I still have my finger up your hole. See it doesn't hurt once it's in. You'll have to remember that. Because I'm always going to have to stick something up a hole when I examine you." Jamie said to his sister.
"Do I have to stick something up your hole?" Sandra asked him.
"I'm not sure. Howard said that he might have to check my hole. But, so far, he hasn't." Jamie said to her.
The long grass slipped between Sandra's cunt lips. She squirmed around on it as her brother rubbed his finger inside of her asshole.
She began to feel good. But, then, her brother took his hand away from her ass.
He told her to sit up. Sandra did as he asked.
"Now, you've got to examine me." Jamie said to his sister.
"Okay. Do you have to take down your panties?" Sandra asked him.
"You don't call what I wear panties." Jamie said to her.
"Well, do you have to take them off, anyway?" Sandra asked him.
"Yes, of course." Jamie said to his sister, huffily.
Jamie removed his summer shorts. Then, he pulled down his cotton underpants.
Sandra looked at his pink little penis. It was half erect.
"Well, go ahead, examine it." Jamie said to her.
"What do I have to do?" Sandra asked him.
"Here!" Jamie said, grabbing her little hands and putting them around his cock.
"Now rub it back and forth, and hold tight, but not too tight." Jamie said to her.
Sandra did as he told her. Soon, she was doing it well enough for him to take his own hands away from hers.
Jamie smiled as his sister pulled at his little cock. It was soon hard and upright.
Sandra continued to pull at it, and soon Jamie felt all good all over like when he did it to himself in bed at night, or when Howard showed him how to do it. He moaned.
"Am I hurting you?" Sandra asked him curiously.
"No, no. Keep on doing it until I tell you to stop." Jamie gasped at his sister.
Finally, he climaxed, and pushed her hand away. Then, he pulled on his underwear, and his shorts.
"That's all for today, nurse." Jamie said to his sister.
"I hear cook calling us. I think lunch is ready." Sandra said to her brother.
"Well, let's go then. And, remember. You can't tell anybody about this. Otherwise, you'll get very sick and die." Jamie said to her.
"I won't tell anyone." Sandra promised her brother.
They ran off to lunch. But, they went back later in the afternoon to do more.
One day, Howard went with them into the wooded area. Jamie was very excited to show Howard how he had taught his sister what Howard had taught him.
They sat in the innermost area, so nobody would find them. Jamie pulled off his underwear, and his sister's.
Howard looked at the children's naked genitals. He felt his own cock rising up in his tweed trousers.
It was already autumn. The colored leaves fell as they sat there.
Howard began to unbutton his fly. He wasn't going to take off his pants.
He thought that that would be too dangerous if anyone should approach. So, he just pulled his cock out of his fly.
"Look how big and veiny Mr. Howard's is!" Jamie said to his sister.
Sandra was fascinated. She hadn't seen a mature penis yet.
"You may touch it, Sandra, and examine it." Howard said to her.
"Really, like I do with Jamie's. I'll pretend I'm a nurse, and you're the patient?" Sandra asked her tutor.
"Yes, exactly, Sandra." Howard said to the little girl.
So, Sandra crawled in front of the man, and took his big, erect prick into her little hands. She began to pull the loose skin up and downward.
Howard smiled. He was glad that Jamie was teaching his sister so well.
Sandra pulled expertly at the man's cock. Soon, Howard was gasping with appreciation.
Then, something happened that Sandra had not seen happen ever with Jamie. The tutor's big prick began to spurt out milky, foamy liquid.
Sandra gasped with surprise. She put her palm over the cock hole, and let the liquid shoot into her hand.
Howard was moaning and breathing fast. Finally, the spurting stopped, and Howard began to gasp.
Jamie pulled Sandra away from the man. They looked at the tutor.
"I've seen him do that before." Jamie said to Sandra.
"Really? What is it?" Sandra asked her brother.
"It's what happens to grown up men. I'll do it in ten years or so." Jamie said to her.
"Oh." Sandra said, wiping her hand off on a dead leaf.
"I saw him do it to himself. Then, I did it to him once, too." Jamie said to Sandra.
Howard sat up again. He wiped his cock off with an orange leaf. Then, he put his cock, now limp, back into his trousers.
"Now, let me see what you two have been doing with yourselves." he said to the children.
The children showed him. And, that was the beginning of an education.
Once the children hit puberty, they really began to play with themselves. Jamie spent several hours of the day jerking off.
And, every night, he would have Sandra sneak into his room. He made her get completely out of her nightgown.
He slept naked, as well. He made his sister get into bed with him.
Sandra would do whatever her brother asked her to do. And, she enjoyed the games as well.
She would slip into his bed, naked. She had a lovely figure.
Sometimes Jamie would make his sister stand naked in front of him in the bathroom. They had to go there to turn the lights on, so as not to arouse suspicion.
Sandra was quite short, but she was nicely built. She was more rounded than Jonelle was.
She had wider hips, and bigger breasts. It was mostly her shortness, her softness, and her facial features that made her seem childlike.
She also didn't have much body hair, and what there was of it was blonde. There was only a transparent sprinkling of it over her slit.
Jamie made her model herself for him in the bathroom. He liked to look at the light playing on the dimples on each of her ass cheeks.
They matched the dimples in her face. And, her nipples were small and pink.
Her breasts just barely creased underneath, but they stood up firm and round, with their nipples jutting out. Jamie loved to rub his hands over them.
Jamie was not particularly attractive. He took after his father, while Sandra seemed not to resemble anyone of their relatively homely family.
He was getting to be tall. His body was not so bad.
He was somewhat muscular, but there was no aesthetic grace to his form. His body however, was not repulsive.
His face was another matter. He had a terrible case of acne.
His nose was bulbous, and his lips were twisted. He had a huge adam's apple.
His voice was adolescently squeaky. His hair was coarse and mousey colored.
His penis was long and thin. It bent slightly when it was erect.
His balls now hung down, hairy and bluish. And, his thighs and lower abdomen were covered in extended pubic hair.
But, Sandra didn't mind any of that. He was her only brother, and only playmate.
He gave her pleasure. And, he appreciated the pleasure that she gave him.
They lay in bed together. Jamie was reluctant to break his sister's virginity.
He was unaware that Howard had already done that. So, Jamie just rubbed his erect cock between his sister's thighs until he shot off into her pubic hair.
He also liked to massage her breasts a lot. And, he derived a lot of comfort from simply kissing his sister.
Although he was aware that she was a rather stupid girl, he truly loved her. And, he didn't get much affection from anybody else except Howard.
Sometimes, Sandra would suck off her brother. The past two years he had begun to ejaculate.
And, Sandra enjoyed swallowing his come. So, some nights a kneeling shape could be seen beside Jamie's bed.
Jamie was not aware of the secret meetings of his sister and their tutor. Those happened on the afternoons that Jamie went into the city for his piano lessons.
Then, Howard was supposed to be tutoring Sandra on those things on which she was so much behind. And, that was just about everything except what they actually did in those hours.
Sandra had a great appetite for intrigue. And, that was the one area where her brain had any adeptness.
Jamie never found out about her meetings with Howard. Although it is perhaps doubtful that Jamie would have minded so much.
Howard was the Lewis Carroll type. Most of the time, his mind was preoccupied with highly abstract theories.
And, he tended to feel alienated from adult, social society. He had not even been able to secure himself an academic post in England.
So, he ended up taking a tutor's job in America. Which was a far cry from the stature that Mr. Carroll obtained academically as well as socially.
However, the job allowed him to indulge in the other thing he held in common with the great writer, mathematician, and photographer. It allowed him to be around children.
Unlike Carroll, Howard did not hate little boys. But, he did come to find the company of the girl more enjoyable than that of her brother.
The afternoons that he spent alone together with Sandra were one of the great pleasures in Howard's life. Sandra enjoyed them as well.
She always dressed in her prettiest dress. Howard hinted to her that he liked when she dressed like a frilly little girl.
He was too shy to broadly suggest it. But, clothing was one of the other areas in which Sandra's mind had some adeptness.
So, she soon picked up on the fact that Howard preferred her in puffed sleeves, lace, pastels, and short hemlines. And, he liked her panties to be even more frilly than her dresses.
Mrs. Parsons indulge Sandra in her baroque taste in clothes. She assumed it was just due to the natural femininity, immaturity, and romanticism of her daughter.
Every month, Mrs. Parsons would take Sandra shopping in the city. They both enjoyed these outings.
But, Mrs. Parsons was rather astonished that her daughter did not ever seem to want to buy the mod clothes that were in style then. Sandra always headed for the confirmation dresses.
"Oh, Mommy! Aren't these pretty panties?" Sandra squealed.
Mrs. Parsons looked at the frilly, pale yellow underpants. They had two rows of ruffled lace around each leg line, and three rows at angles around the waistline.
"But, all that lace is going to show through your clothes, Sandy." her mother advised her.
"No they won't. I'll only wear them under my dresses. I'll only wear them under the dresses that I wear with petticoats."Sandra told her mother.
"Well, alright. If you really want them." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"Oh, yes, Mommy! And, now let's look at those pretty dresses over there." Sandra said, hugging her mother.
Sandra was so pretty and affectionate that her Mother, and almost nobody else could deny any frivolous request of hers. And, she really didn't ask for so very much.
Since the clothes she liked were not fashionable, they were usually less expensive than the mod stuff. And, money was really no object for the Parsons.
The only problem there was was in finding the childish outfits in Sandra's size. She had a very young looking figure, but the sort of clothes that she liked tended to come in the below 6X sizes.
This often resulted in Mrs. Parsons buying her chubby girl's sizes to fit her wider shoulders and hips.
But, the dresses were always very short, since they were made for very little girls. Mrs. Parsons felt a little silly buying her pretty, slender young lady dresses for chubby elementary age girls, but if it made Sandra happy, Mrs. Parsons felt that it was worth the momentary embarrassment.
So, the only mod about Sandra's clothing was the height of her skirts. Mrs. Parsons did not think that she was mature enough to have to worry about such things.
"Oh, Mommy! Look, over here in the sales rack! Isn't this a pretty dress?" Sandra asked her mother.
"But, dear, you know I don't like to shop off of the sales rack. You can't use the dressing room, and the sales ladies don't treat you as nicely." Mrs. Parsons told her daughter, trying to instill in her a certain amount of ladylike standards.
"Oh, but, Mommy, there isn't any dress like this in the regular section. We've looked there. And, it's so pretty. I really want it." Sandra said to her mother.
"Well, do you know if it even will fit you?" Mrs. Parsons asked her.
"Well, it says size seven, that might fit me. It does have a wide skirt." Sandra said, looking wistfully at the pink dress.
It was an empire style pink cotton dress. But, it had little eyelets of lace all over it.
That made it both sexily see through, and baby-like. It was the sort of thing that a very little girl would wear in the summer over her bathing suit.
"Well, I don't know where you could wear it. It really looks like a beach cover-up." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"But, it's too pretty for that. I could wear a slip under it." Sandra said to her.
"Well, let's see if it fits you." Mrs. Parsons said, sighing with resignation.
She knew that her daughter would soon get her own way. She was helpless to resist Sandra's charms.
But, Mrs. Parsons was resolved not to let her get her own way too easily. She was not about to buy a dress, no matter how cheap - in fact, especially if it was the dreaded sales outfit - if it wasn't even going to fit her daughter.
"Well, you can't get it unless it fits you. There'd be no point in that." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"Well, I can't use the dressing room. There isn't one here." Sandra said to her mother.
"Well, you'll just have to try it on out here. Nobody wants to look at a little girl." Mrs. Parsons said to her.
Sandra knew better, but she had no objection to undressing in the store. She noticed a rather shady looking man over in the corner.
He was pretending to look at the ties that were for sale, but Sandra noticed him looking over at her frequently. Indeed, Sandra had noticed him following her around the department store.
Sandra was excited by this. She wanted to give him a good show.
"Here, you hold my clothes, Mommy. I'll try it on." Sandra said.
Sandra pulled off her pale blue sweater. It was very soft, and was gathered slightly around the collar.
"You be careful of that, now, Sandy. I don't want it all stretched out of shape." her mother said to her.
"I'll be careful. Aren't I always careful with my clothes?" Sandra asked her mother.
"No, as a matter of fact, you aren't. For such a neat little girl, a surprising amount of your clothes, your panties especially get ripped and soiled. I don't know what you do to them." Mrs. Parsons said.
"Oh, Mommy. You're exaggerating. If I sit out under the trees, in dresses, my panties are bound to get torn once in a while." Sandra said to her.
"Then, why don't you wear dungarees?" her mother asked her.
"Because they're not pretty!" Sandra said to her mother, as she had often exclaimed before.
"Oh, Sandra. I swear, if we weren't rich enough to have a laundress come in to clean and mend your clothes, I don't know what you'd do." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"Now, hold my sweater, Mommy." Sandra said to her.
Sandra pulled off the soft wool garment to reveal a bare chest. Sandra's small, pink nipples grew erect in the cold.
"Oooh, it's cold!" Sandra shrieked, looking over at the man in the corner. He looked over toward her.
Sandra rubbed her hands slowly over both of her tits.
She could feel his eyes boring into her.
The man was staring over at her intently. Sandra faced her tits toward him.
"Come on, Sandra. You'll catch your death of cold like that, Hurry up, take off your skirt." her mother admonished her.
Sandra was wearing a circle skirt made out of flag blue flannel. It had a decal of a telephone on it.
The skirt went just to the middle of her thighs. But, Sandra was wearing knee socks rather than tights, even though it was rather chilly.
Sandra lifted her arms up while her mother unclasped the waistband of her circle skirt. With her arms lifted, the man got a good view of her firm, slightly rounded out breasts.
Sandra squinted and looked at the man's crotch. There was an unmistakable bulge there.
The man seemed transfixed now. Sandra saw him gulping several times.
His bow tie jumped up and down with each gulp. Sandra almost burst out laughing.
Finally, her mother had guided her out of her skirt. And, she stood in nothing but her frilly white panties.
"Ooh!" Sandra exclaimed, and ran out from behind the clothes rack.
She ran over beside the man. She pointed out the window, and touched his arm.
"Did you see that pretty little pussycat that just brushed against the window, Mister?" Sandra asked him, turning her big, grey eyes directly into his, and forcing them up from gazing at her nearly naked body.
"Uh, no, no I didn't little girl. Was it very pretty?" the man rasped at Sandra.
"Oh, yes, very pretty. It was so little, and soft." Sandra said.
The man blushed. He looked down at Sandra's pink nipples.
He could see her panties stuck in a little at her slit. He could also see her belly button.
"I just love pussies, don't you?" Sandra asked the man.
"Oh, yes, I like them very much. I like little girls, too." the man said to Sandra.
He then became bold, and put his hand on Sandra's shoulder. Her skin was very soft.
"Sandra! You come over here right now! Stop bothering that gentleman!" Mrs. Parsons called to her daughter.
"Yes, Mommy." Sandra said, giving the man a wink.
"Well, my Mommy wants me over there now. Nice talking with you, Mister." Sandra said to the man.
She took his hand, and surreptitiously slid it down to her left breast. The man gulped.
Then, Sandra took her other hand, and pulled out the waistband of her panties. The man looked down greedily at her pussy.
"Sandra! I called you once already, young lady!" her mother yelled toward her.
Sandra turned around and skipped over to the rack of sales clothes and her mother. Sandra effected a look of complete innocence on her face.
"Now, I know you're just a little girl, still. But, you still can't go running over to bother strange gentlemen. Especially not when you're naked." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"Oh, Mommy! He didn't mind it." Sandra said to her mother.
"He was probably just being polite." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
Meanwhile, the man had slipped out of the store. He walked briskly down the windy street.
He ducked into an alley. He leaned against a wall.
He feverishly pulled down his fly. Then, he drew out the dong that was bursting with arousal.
He grabbed it with his reddened hand. He pulled roughly at it, once, then again, then again.
Within six strokes of his tool, he was showering out a stream of come onto the filthy ground. He watched his seed spread out on the asphalt.
He groaned with satisfaction. Then, he took out his handkerchief.
He wiped the tip of his cock, then he wiped his hand. He dropped his handkerchief into the nearest trash can.
Then, he put his cock back into his trousers, and walked out of the alley. He went home with the memory of his dream come true.
Sandra put on the pink outfit. It was rather tight on her.
But, with a little letting out by their laundress, Mrs. Parsons and her daughter decided that it would be alright. It was quite exposing.
The pink of Sandra's nipples showed through in three of the eyelets, and the whiteness of her panties were clearly apparent through the field of little round holes. But, Sandra promised her mother that she would wear it with a slip.
The next afternoon that Sandra had alone with Howard, she wore the dress, without a slip, and with only her new frilly yellow panties underneath it.
She sat demurely in her antique school desk that her mother had bought to use in their little schoolroom. It was engraved with the graffiti of pupils past. Most of it was names and doodles, but underneath one of the desks, Jamie had found a perfect, if rather naive style drawing of the male and female genitalia.
They liked to slip their hand under the desk, and feel the indentation of the drawings, when they sat in that desk. And, that was always the desk that they fought over to sit in.
Sandra sat in that now, as her brother was away learning to play piano. And, she would have the entire afternoon alone with Mr. Howard.
She sat quietly, with her hands folded on the top of the desk. That was the proper way that Mr. Howard liked her to sit before the lessons began.
Then, a few minutes later, Mr. Howard would enter the room. He'd bring the heavy sliding oak doors together, and lock them.
Once, when a maid had found the doors locked, and questioned him about it, he had said that that was to enclose their study room from the rest of the world. It was to make it an abstract academia.
Nobody questioned him about it after that. And, usually, there was nobody around the schoolroom area to wonder about them, or bother them.
Mr. Howard also drew the shades for those private afternoon sessions. He was discrete.
After locking the heavy doors, and pulling the shades, Mr. Howard would stand before the blackboard, and draw some mathematical equations on the board.
Then, he would turn toward Sandra. He'd look sternly at her.
"Now, let's see if you can make any progress in solving these today, Miss Parsons." he would say to the girl.
Sandra would get up and walk to the blackboard. She would stand and read to herself softly what was written on the board.
It was hopeless, she was terrible at math. So, her legs would begin to tremble.
She would turn beseechingly to Mr. Howard. She would clench the chalk tightly in her little fist.
"I, I can't do it, Mr. Howard. I'm sorry, but I just can't do it." Sandra would say to him.
Tears would begin to form in her round, heavily lashed, grey eyes. Her blonde hair would shake slightly with the trembling that would overtake her body.
"Now, don't get upset, Miss Parsons. Mathematics is not everything, you know." Mr. Howard would say to her.
"But, you must think that I'm such a dummy." Sandra wailed.
"No, you have other talents, Miss Parsons." Mr. Howard would say to her.
He would take her gently around the waist, and carry her slender body over to one of the antique desks. There he would lay her down.
The desks sloped downward to the seats. So, Sandra would be sloped with her head downward, and her legs upward.
"By the way, did I tell you that you are wearing a very pretty dress, today?" Mr. Howard asked the girl.
"No, you didn't. But, thank you. I bought it, or I had Mommy buy it especially for today." Sandra said, her tears abated.
"Why, that's very gratifying to hear, Sandra." Mr. Howard said to her.
Howard drew her dress up around her waist. Sandra shifted her ass so that the material could pass under it.
Now, Howard could look down at her new panties. He fingered the lacy frills.
"Is this new, too. I don't believe I've ever seen these panties before." he asked the girl.
"Yes, I had them bought for me too, just so you could see them." Sandy said to her tutor.
"Well, that's very nice, too." Howard smiled at the girl.
Mr. Howard moved his slender fingers around the girl's panties for several minutes. As he examined the new, soft, ornamented material, his cock began to rise up in his trousers.
Finally, the tutor began to pull off his female pupil's underpants. He slipped his fingers under the leg lines.
He felt the soft flesh of the young girl's outermost pubic area. He stroked the area lightly for a minute with his long fingers, then he began to pull the panties down her legs.
Sandra sighed as her tutor unveiled her cunt. She felt the blood rush slightly to her head, from her sloping position.
She found it pleasant. Mr. Howard had finally gotten her panties totally off of her legs.
He threw them onto the teacher's desk. Sandra's cunt breathed in the air.
Mr. Howard bent at the waist, and planted a kiss on the girl's sparsely haired cunt. Sandra giggled.
Mr. Howard was always so polite with her. She liked that.
She found that that was a welcome contrast to the brotherly quarrelsomeness of Jamie. And, Mr. Howard was older, as well.
Sandra rested her foot soles on the tutor's vested chest. He held her feet for a moment with his hands.
Then, he bent down slightly in order to unbutton his fly. He still liked to wear the old-fashioned type of trousers.
Soon, he had his fly undone. And, then, he shifted his ass around until his trousers fell around his knees.
He rarely took them off all the way. He was both reticent and discreet.
He wore boxer shorts, and these he pushed down to his knees as well. Now, his cock stood out erectly into the air.
Sandra could not see his swollen member, but she was sure of its state. And, within a moment, Mr. Howard let her touch it.
He moved himself forward so that his cock touched the moist, smooth hollow between her upper thighs. Then, he grabbed her around the waist.
Then, he moved one arm, and cupped one of her ass cheeks with his long hand. Sandra arched her pelvis up slightly.
Mr. Howard got closer to her. She felt his rather sweaty warmth approach her crotch.
Mrs. Parsons always kept the big house well heated during the summer. It was enough to make an Englishman sweat.
Howard guided his long prick to Sandra's quiff. He put his long fingers out to spread her lips apart.
Sandra sighed with anticipation. Then, she felt the organ begin to penetrate her.
The blunt head slowly inched its way into her tight hole. She was slightly lubricated, but both of them enjoyed the rather squeaky squeeze of a somewhat dry entrance.
Howard grasped her waist and her ass cheek firmly. He maneuvered himself forward.
He felt his big cock enter the girl's tight, young hole. He looked down at her smooth, white skin.
But, his face retained an abstracted expression until he felt his cock hit its hilt. Then, once he was securely inside of the girl, he obtained an expression of animal satisfaction.
Once, he felt himself fully within her, he pulled her firmly onto his pelvis, just to make sure that there was the snuggest fit possible. He rested in that position a moment.
Sandra was lying, sloping somewhat down headwards on top of the desk. Her ass cheek and her waist was pulled forward, and grasped tightly by her tutor.
He was standing perpendicular to her. He was slightly up on the balls of his feet, which still remained inside of his wing tip shoes.
But, his pelvis was straining forward, and it was lightly enclosed by the young girl's thighs. Her smooth, slender thighs held themselves at his naked waist.
Then, once he had regained his strength, Howard began to move his cock in and out of the girl's cunt. Actually, the motion was more a rocking of their locked pelvises back and forth than an in and out motion.
But, the effect was to move his cock back and forth inside of the young girl's hole. And, she was nice and tight.
His cock was firmly massaged by her inner skin. And, Sandra felt vigorously assaulted by the adult member.
The two of them would begin to groan in unison as they rocked and jerked back and forth in unison. It was a very satisfactory position for fucking, both of them thought.
Mr. Howard ground himself into the little body. Sandra let herself be bumped into and grasped firmly.
"Oh! Ooh! Oh, that's good, Mr. Howard. Oh!" Sandra groaned.
Mr. Howard just let out a modulated sound, somewhere between a hum and a groan. He went on pumping their locked asses back and forth.
Sandra felt herself get more and more lubricated. And, as she got wetter, she made her muscles tighter.
So she kept a constantly squeezing grip on the man's prick. There was a lot of effort involved in the fucking.
Sandra was so tight, that Mr. Howard had to fight for every inch of action. But, he felt it was worth it.
It brought the most satisfying pressure on his cock, that anything had ever done. And, he also liked the smallness, and softness, and smoothness of the small young woman's body.
Their groans of pleasure filled the medium sized schoolroom. But, fortunately the walls and the door were so thick, that no sound escaped into the hallway.
"Unh! Unh! Oh! Oh! Uhn!" was all that Sandra managed to say.
She felt the thickness of the tutor's organ sliding tightly back and forth in her narrow canal. Her inner skin and the underlying muscles and nerves were firmly massaged.
And, her cunt lips were pulled down again and again by the rocking of the man's body inside of hers. So, her clitoris was gently stroked by the moving skin.
The blood was also flowing to her head, and that increased her nervous excitation. Sandra flexed and unflexed her feet in working pleasure.
Mr. Howard flexed and unflexed his ass muscles as he pumped away at his young pupil's pussy.
He felt his blunt cock head knock against the back of her canal. He felt his hairy hilt knock against her outer vulva.
His groans were coming deeper and more resonant, now. He felt his heart beat speed up.
His fingernails dug into the girl's ass cheek. Her ass skin was so firm and rounded, he thought.
Finally, the come began to spurt out of the tutor's cock. He pumped rougher and faster.
Sandra moaned in ecstasy. Her cunt canal fluttered with orgasm.
"Oh! Mr. Howard! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Faster, harder!" the girl moaned.
Mr. Howard was wheezing and pumping into her with all his might. Finally, his last gob of come shot out.
He pumped a few more times, then, he gasped and stopped. His fingers slackened on the young girl's waist.
Sandra sighed with satisfaction. Mr. Howard pushed his fading cock inside of her for a few minutes.
He looked down at her pretty pink dress. He looked down at her smooth childlike body.
Her blond head was leaning over the edge of the desk. Her eyes were closed with contentment.