Chapter 4

THE PRIVATE TUTOR AND HER BOY STUDENT-LOVER

THE TEACHER: Her name is Nedda J. She is approximately 41 years of age, yet she has retained her voluptuous figure even though it is a bit on the heavy side. She has a well-developed bosom with nipples that are as long as fingers. By her own words:

"When ever a nice boy starts to suck on my nipples, it makes me grow so hot, I can scarcely hold back my emotions. Some women take longer-if at all-to become stimulated. But not with me. All I need is the hot mouth of a young boy and my nipples send shooting streams of fire through my body."

Nedda J. was born in the more scholarly section of Vienna, Austria. She received an old-fashioned and thorough education. Steeped in ancient tradition of modesty, purity and virtue, she was taught that a woman must be above reproach and maintain her decency and self-respect. To this day, Nedda is still the shy, fluttering type that has unhappily vanished from out current scene. Nedda still lives in the era of politeness, hat-tipping to women on the street, a gentleman rising when a woman enters the room.

Sexually speaking, Nedda is a closed cauldron of the most debased desires. On the surface, she may wear a starched uniform-lice dress, just a dab of makeup, and be overly solicitous. But beneath it all, she seethes with sexual urges and just devours any conquest that is made available. She will maintain discretion at any price, however.

When Nedda finished school in the old country, she immediately applied for a position as a private tutor. This was regarded lady-like and dignified.

"My first assignment was to tutor a young 18-year old student. It was in London. I had left Vienna and went to England (I speak five languages fluently) because I wanted to improve my status as a tutor. There were more opportunities in England."

Here, she tutored this young student who was the heir to quite a large fortune. Nedda J. was always tutoring the wealthy and learned that they could be as sexually warped as the so-called rubble.

"He was a handsome lad, with nice features, dimples and a flashing smile. He had a nice body, too. He was quite popular and a bit on the mischievous side. I suppose I might never have thought of my pupils as sexual beings had it not been for this lad."

One evening, thinking that no one was home, the boy came in with a girl he had met somewhere on Piccadilly Square. She was a flighty type of girl and very willing to submit to the boy's eager embraces and desires. They were in the parlor where the boy laughingly pulled up the girl's dress and fondled her lewdly.

"Want to see what I've got?" he joshed. "Here, open my pants, girl. Take 'it' out and play with 'it' and then 'it'll' come alive. Go on," he was feverish with excitement, "diddle it, will you now?"

Nedda J., the tutor, had overheard the rollicking laughter and came to the parlor door. She peeped upon this lewd scene, her own frustrated desires rising up. "Of all the cheek," she whispered as she peeped through the curtains. "Right in the house, too."

The girl had opened the boy's trousers, and now her hands cupped his male flesh. "Oooo, you're a big boy, aren't you?" she giggled. "Want me to make you feel right good, lad?"

"Indeed," he sprawled on the couch. The enormity of his maleness served to emphasize his anxiety. He was feverish with anticipation. "Go on, girl, have yourself a fling."

The girl's mouth lowered. She was an experienced tart and made him feel as if she desired him above all else. Her mouth enveloped the rigid fleshly column while her hands worked his scrotum and provided a trained and simultaneous means of arousal. Her teeth scraped against his flesh and her tongue made the boy mutter.

"Oooo, that's sooo good," his eyeballs rolled around in his sockets and his baby face now shoed signs of approaching manliness. His groin jolted bolt upright. "Oooo, keep on, girl, keep on now...." Then he was seized with a series of backbreaking spasms as he felt the peak approaching. "That's it now, that's it ... ooooo," he used lewd street language to indicate he was reaching the point of culmination.

The peeping teacher, Nedda, was now seized with simultaneous urges. At the same time, she experiened a flash of envy. She hated this tart. She was envious of her sexual looseness, her freedom, her complete abandonment of starched reserve. This altered Nedda's attitude about being so prim and proper. Now she wanted to have some of the "entertainment" herself. The sight of this precocious boy's moist and slippery power as he lay in juxtaposition on his groin after being released from the tart's oral friction was enough to make her want to go to her room and fondle and manipulate herself. She now wanted the boy!

It came about, a week later, that she told the red-faced boy that she knew what he did. He begged and pleaded with her not to tell the parents and that was how he came to be seduced by her.

In her room, she denuded herself. "Here, lad," she held out her voluptuous breasts, "run your hands over them."

He was more excited than the first time because this so-called adult woman who was above reproach was now exposing her breasts and her otherwise inaccessible fleshly regions. "Can I ... kiss 'em?" He fell to the task, burying himself in the soft marshmallow deliciousness. He had heard from the other boys in school that it was really "sport" to take a girl's nipples in the mouth. That was what a grown man was supposed to do. This boy wanted to prove himself accordingly.

"That's it, me lad," she fell back on the bed, parted her limbs. Now she was fondling his nakedness, thrilling to the enormity of him. These young lads were hot as firecrackers. "Now, just run your tongue over me 'sticks,' at the end of my boobs." She thrilled to his fumbling eagerness.

When he mouthed her, there was some inexperience, but the feel of his vibrant, warm and alive young body made her feel so much younger. Gone and swept away were the pent up frustrations of the past. Replaced was her self-confidence in her ability to attract a male, especially a teen-ager like this one.

"In all the way, ye go," she reared up and when she experienced the spearing of his steel-like power, it was the most pleasurable pain she thought possible. "Oooo, it's right good it is, me lad ... oooo, joggle up and down ... ooo, I feel your (vernacular for testicles) bouncing against me (perineum) and it makes me hot, it does."

"I'm going off, ma'am. I'm going...." His face turned brick red. Every muscle on his lean face frame was etched. His throat was constricted. Every force was emphasized. Then with a powerful gesture, he lurched forward. They both yelped from the suddenness of it. And when the gushing peak came, it filled both of them with the elixir of their own gushing desires.

"Whew." The boy was dazed. Even when he managed a wan smile, he looked glaze-eyed and exhausted. Naked, he fell on the bed, his lean form now becoming the plaything for the perverted schoolmarm. She toyed his flaccid parts, disporting herself, discovering the sites and nooks and crevices of a male's body that would respond to her tit illation. She heard him say groggily, "I feel so weak ... but so good...."

"I feel good, too, me lad. Remember: this is just between us."

Nedda J. had other sexual affairs with the boy until he had to go away to school in a distant city. They parted with some sorrow. It had been a strangely rewarding experience for both of them.

Later, Nedda made her way to the United States and it was in an exclusive section of one of the major cities that she became a private tutor and a sort of governess to a frail but virile 14 year young boy, Ritchie R.

THE BOY LOVER. Ritchie R. was a pale faced lad, a past history of respiratory illnesses and allergies that kept him apart from others. His over-doting parents had sexual hang-ups of their own. This influenced Ritchie.

His mother was a social butterfly, guilt-ridden about sex. She had lost several other children before Ritchie, and she felt convinced that this was her punishment for having sexual feelings and Devilish thoughts.

His father was all-business. There were times when he would be out of the city on a special trip for weeks at a time. Furthermore, his father was denied normal sexual outlets with his frigid wife.

If the father had any affairs with other women, it was something that was either unknown, unsuspected or just not discussed. It is reasonable to believe that the father had occasional sexual debaucheries with other women because he had an oral-compulsion and derived a strange sense of gratification by stimulating the female's genitalia and inducing an orgasm by means of tongue titillation. But this, too, was something that the boy, Ritchie, would be unaware of.

Since Ritchie was an only child (the mother was unable to have more), he was doted upon. He was the heir. The wealthy family looked upon him to be the next generation. So it was obvious that they would be over-colicitous and over-indulgent.

"Ritchie is not a well boy," the mother said when she interviewed the gushing and Old Worldish type that was Nedda J. "He must be shielded from the cruelties of the outside world. That is the reason we prefer to have him privately educated. He will be spared the injustices that are around us."

Nedda was then introduced to Ritchie and she immediately felt a sexual response. The boy was a slender type, silky blond hair falling over a pale forehead, a button nose, innocent gray-blue eyes and pink lips. He looked guilty. Nedda could sense that he had brooding sexual problems and she felt that here could be an exciting event.

"I'll be delighted to tutor Ritchie," she smiled at the mother after she was hired. "It's going to be quite an experience, to be able to educate such a bright young lad."

Nedda also was given a small two room apartment in the spacious mansion. It was here that she and Ritchie taught, and learned, the baser elements of learning.

It came about when Nedda happened to look through Ritchie's notebooks and saw a smutty photograph. She confronted the red-faced boy who was almost on the verge of tears.

"Well, do you have any explanation? This is quite a shock, young man." The teacher held up the glossy colour photograph. It showed a naked girl, straddling a low stool, her legs drawn apart to reveal the innermost channels of her female core to die most sickening detail. Kneeling between her spread legs was a youngish and good looking man. The focus of the photo emphasized the way his tongue snaked out and the way he was orally frictioning the labia majora of the female.

Both of the participants of this debauched scene bore expressions of ecstatic pleasure. Just looking at the picture made Nedda grow tingly hot with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," stammered the red-faced Ritchie, almost on the verge of tears. He kept swallowing down the lump in his throat. As he regarded the floor, unable to look at the imperious teacher, it was apparent that he had become so visibly stimulated, he could not control it. His crotch was well filled, almost outlined on the thin light coloured pants. His thin buttocks were clenched tight. He kept swallowing hard. "I ... I guess I shouldn't be doing that...."

She took his hand, led him to the couch in her room. At contact, there was a strange sense of intimacy. "There, there, Ritchie, you needn't feel so shocked. Most boys go through this stage. But I do think that you should have come td me with any problems." She patted his knee, felt his flinch. Her hand lingered, making him squirm. "Now tell me, Ritchie, when you look at the picture, what do you do?"

He almost swooned as he found himself saying, "Well I ... I...." He was red-faced and humiliated by having to admit the truth. "I get so excited...."

"And you ... rub yourself ... here...."She put her warm palm on his crotch. The boy almost leaped bolt upright. At the same time, the huge power was made even more pronounced. His heart thumped wildly. "I know you do it. Many boys do. If you keep it up, you'll hurt yourself."

"B-but, ma'am ... I ... I can't help it. I mean, I don't know any girls and if I don't do this...." He tried to move away but Nedda clutched his upper thigh possessively. "I mean, I just have to do it." Then his clear gray-blue eyes opened wide. "You ... you won't tell Mom or Dad, will you?" He was terrified at the exposure.

"Of course not," she cooed. "But as I say, Ritchie, you should have come to me with any of those emotional problems." She moved closer and stared into the frightened face. She saw the sensual longing, and she felt the closeness of his body. She wanted him in the worst way. "Now, you should familiarize yourself with a woman's body by examining the living form!"

She took his hesitant hand; his palm was perspiring. She chuckled. "Now, just run your hand over my breasts...." She actually had to force him. "That's it ... ooo, you have such a nice touch. Now, Ritchie-boy, just run your fingers over my throat and now ... ooooo, see? Your hands are on my breasts." She kept on guiding his hand until it enveloped one big mound. When he touched the granite, hard nipple, it set off a spark in her loins. She knew now she would have to take him all the way! "Let's lie down, baby-boy, and let's do some homework!"

Ritchie was terrified. "Won't we get in trouble?" He was already unloosening his clothes, as per the teacher's suggestion. He was quivering, but at the same time, the thrust of his groin was evident of his rigidity. "Will this be all right?"

She laughed as she embraced him, letting her hands stroke his back and down to his very small buttocks. "Of course, Ritchie, this is all right. It's certainly better than looking at those dirty pictures."

Now, she could scarcely control her emotions. She had never before seen the boy, naked and aroused. It had always been so maddeningly frustrating to sense his stored up sexual energies and be unable to savour them. Now, she would take advantage.

There was a rustle as the two of them stripped naked. Just pulling down her bloomers made Nedda grow flush with anxiety. She upraised her groin, patted her raised woman mound and with a determined plea, said, "Just touch me here...." At the same time, she went into a rage to be able to seize hold of his boy flesh. She clutched his moist flesh, then her fingertips stroked the long column. She was familiar with the erogenous zones of the male and this always had made her a superior seductress. "Like this, baby?"

She stroked the underside of his column, then she cupped the warmth of his pouch. 'This makes you feel good. Ahhhh, you have such nice fingers." She marvelled at the way he fondled and explored her.

The two of them sprawled out on the huge bed; it was Nedda who led him, who guided him, who taught him.

"Just embrace me." Her body was a voluptuous cushion. She twisted her arms around him and then she moved swiftly to seize his now throbbing power. "Oooo, you are an anxious boy, aren't you?" She had to laugh but die way he was mauling her breasts and the way his mouth instinctively sought out hers, and the way his hands now went to pry apart her femaleness, all added up to a virile young stud. She reared up and grew a-trembly as she demanded, "Go on, just keep rubbing, then (she used coarse language to indicate intromission) and do it slowly so that I can meet your anxiety."

Later, much later, she would explain to him the differences between male and female arousal and how a fusion of the physical-emotional all added up to a heightening of tremendous ardour.

But for now, there was only the ecstasy of the moment. Their heaving bodies became fused. The boy fumbled and there was little mistaking the over-anxiety in his motions.

"Now, oh, please, lemme do it now...."

Nedda wanted to treasure this rare moment-the seduction of a boy virgin!

But she knew that to try to hold him back from his culmination could backfire. She might even lose his first climax in a premature ejaculation outside the channel of her womanhood. She had to have him!

"Yes, yes, here...." When her fingers gripped his fleshly column and guided him toward the moist portals of her nerve-drenched power. "Ooo," when the sliding filled her, she almost erupted from the sheer ecstasy. Now she was made to feel loved and wanted and a woman!

"That's the way...." She used frantic tones to tell the boy how to perform intromission and the methods of arousal. "In and out, darling, in and out ... ooooo...."

It happened simultaneously.

They both felt the roar in their ears; they both experienced the rush of wind in their nostrils and the explosive reaction.

In a blast, the peak was reached.

The two went spinning off into orbit. They silently screamed as their blood soared and their elan vitae merged.

"Ohhh, dearest Ritchie," her mouth opened and she feasted upon his soft lips while she enjoyed the thrill of the impalement. This boy was as rigid as steel. It was something to envy! "Ohhhh, it's so good ... isn't it, my darling baby boy?"

He was exhausted as he fell into a limp heap on her soft body. His hands still clutched her nipples, twisting them as he had been told it was the way to do, by reading some smutty books, smuggled into the house.

"It felt good, ma'am." He was still the boy, still trembling and nervous. He was still embarrassed by it all. "It sure did."

Much later, after they had washed and were resting, the buxom Nedda was gushy with her tender little charge. She had wrapped herself in a robe, but insisted he remain nude. She thrilled to the unbelievable whiteness of his young body, the way his ribs were outlined, from the way his blood-red nipples poked forth, then down to his semi-flaccid power.

"It doesn't take you long, does it?" She was sliding his columnar flesh, making him wince. "Then the next time, we shall use our mouths, as in the picture."

That was now Nedda perverted the boy; when he first oral-loved her, he was awkward but since he was innocent, he was not yet conditioned by society to regard certain acts as perverted or disgusting. He was trained by Nedda to believe it was enjoyable and that was all he understood

"Oooo, a young boy's mouth," sighed Nedda as she felt his smooth face kissing her where she so receptive. She thrust her groin forward to let him feast. "That's it, darling. Be a man!"

In his eagerness to "be a man," he thus debauched himself.

Much later, she orally captured him. This was a tortuous experience as the teacher ordered him to lie prone. "I'll feast on your young body," she fell to die task as she nibbled, bit, chew and then used her tongue as a rapier, darting, pecking and searching out the boy's quivering, nerve-drenched flesh.

"Oh, ma'am, ma'am," he jounced up and down on the bed, "ohhhh, please, take it now...." He was sobbing as he felt every nerve scream for release. He was so up tight that he almost erupted when her warm palm cupped his pouch and her fingertips tortuously slid the twin orbs up and down. Then her mouth took him.

She felt some disappointment at his speedy climax. But she chalked it up to the hair-trigger sensitivity of youth. She should, she realized, feel grateful for having someone so virile, rather than a man who took so long to become stimulated, if at all. Nedda patted him and then she said, "Now, remember, this should be kept quiet. You must never tell anyone. Another time, we shall have more instruction."

In the months and years to come, Nedda and the boy had countless sex games. From oralism to sodomy-analism, they performed every known vice. It was like a private orgy and Nedda never knew such ecstasy-pleasure.

Unhappily, it had to come to an end when the father experienced a stroke. This meant the family had to move to Florida where the climate was believed to have healing qualities.

"I'm sorry that we can't take you, Nedda," the mother said, "but there is an excellent private school adjoining our new estate. Our boy will go there. It's an all-boys school so hell certainly be safe from designing and scheming girls. We're sorry to have to release you."

Nedda had to laugh to herself; the boy would certainly be more debauched by the other boys in this school than he would be by girls. Besides, he was so well sexually trained (she felt female pride in having structured and sexually programmed the boy) that he was sure to be quite happy-with either sex!

"Thank you, but feel no regrets. I'm sure I'll find another position with a young boy ... who needs training."

They did recommend her to another family; this one had a 12 year boy who was obviously sexually precocious. Nedda once saw him, nude bathing, and the sight of his enormous over and premature development made her fairly leap upon it.

Nedda smiled with satisfaction. Parting from Ritchie had been emotional but she was glad to have had him, the first time. More than that, she could not want.

Now, she saw the 12 year boy, she forgot the past.

She embraced him and said, "I'll teach you a lot of things, boy." When her body pressed against his throbbing crotch, she knew that this was a superior boy. "We're going to have lots of fun together."

"I know we will."

There was something in his tone to suggest that he knew the score. Well, Nedda would have to enjoy it-and enjoy it, she did.

SUMMATION: Here we see how frustrated women who doubt their sexual appeal will deliberately seek out immature boys who have not yet learned the power of selectivity. They have little or no appreciation of beauty and or sexual appeal. Thus they will seize any opportunity, even with a 60-plus debaucher, if it will afford them release from their tensions.

There are many scrupulous and warped women who seek to take advantage of such youths and the teaching profession is just one that is used as a mask for their depraved desires.

One only hopes that Nedda J. will be apprehended. One can also hope that Ritchie R. will be spared further debauchery. Already, he has confirmed oral-anal compulsions. In his school, an all-boy surrounding may lead to homosexual temptations. This may serve to further twist his libidinal impulses.

Had it not been for Nedda's sexual debauchery, the boy could have had an opportunity for normal development.

One cannot entirely blame the participants of this older woman-younger boy compulsion. It is part of current trend for youth-fetish.

YOUTH WILL BE SERVED! And there are just as many adult women who are willing to serve-and service the youth. In the next chapters of this documented, scientific and researched case history compilation, we shall see how young boys are transformed into sexual servants-and glory in their role!