A Lesson in Biology
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 14
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 14 - She wanted to be a cheerleader but her grades were too low. Summer school might solve that problem. But she needed a tutor to make sure. Her mom got a name from the school and he was hired. When they got to the biology tutoring, she wanted to understand the reproductive system. He was happy to teach her about it.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Harem Interracial Black Male White Female First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Voyeurism
“They want to meet for negotiations,” said Gene.
“Okay,” said Molly.
“We didn’t think it would go this far this quickly. You’ve never told us in detail what you want.”
“I want half of everything,” she said. “He cheated on me and we can prove it. Because he cheated on me he became a murderer. I think half is being generous.”
“Okay. Half is what we’ll go for. I need you to sign some documents so we can poke into any holdings he hasn’t told you about.”
“Like what?”
“Lots of men like this have bank accounts or stocks and bonds that they don’t tell their wives about. We had one case where the guy had two houses and his wife only knew about one of them.”
“Why would he have two houses?” asked Molly.
“Because he also had two wives.”
“How can there be men like that?” groaned Molly.
“Because they are ingrates who have something wrong with them in their head.”
“Okay. Fine. When will you know all this and talk to them?”
“I know you want things to move along quickly but let us do our work, okay? This is already moving quickly. We didn’t expect them to want to discuss this until he was finished with his criminal issues.”
“That could take years,” she said. “I can’t wait years.”
“We know. We’ll do our investigation and talk to them and then I’ll get back with you.”
“Thank you, Gene. Tell Janet hi for me.”
“I will. Bye, bye.”
Abernathy and Higgins employed an accountant on a case-by-case basis. He was a mostly retired CPA and had worked for years in forensic accounting. He had always done a good job for them and he did it again on the Fitts case.
When Gene and Janet met with Gerald, Janet was introduced as Gene’s executive assistant, who would be taking notes. Gerald dismissed her immediately and concentrated on speaking with Gene, who he thought was the only other attorney present. Gene and Janet had done this in the past and it had worked well. Janet could watch body language and scribble nonsense on a pad.
“We think that an award of half a million dollars is very generous,” said Gerald, to open.
“We don’t appreciate it when people waste our time,” said Gene, stiffly. “If that’s all you have then we’ll let the court sort it out.”
“I’m not wasting your time,” said Gerald, smoothly. “If you don’t think that’s a fair offer, what do you want?”
“Half,” said Gene, calmly.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Gerald. “She never worked. He earned everything and they’ve only been married five years. Half a million is a lot of money to a woman like that.”
“There are issues we haven’t discussed, yet,” said Gene. As soon as Molly hired them, Janet had reached out to Frederick Parker III, as a courtesy, to tell him that Mrs. Fitts was seeking a divorce from Mr. Fitts. Frederick had said he wished to support them by hiring the best in the business to handle the divorce and Janet had calmly said, “We are the best in the business, Mr. Parker, but thank you for your kind offer.” Being in cities a thousand miles and three states apart, Frederick took her at her word. He had bigger fish to fry.
“There’s something that may help you with this,” Frederick had said. “What is your address?”
She had given it to him and he had sent them a copy of the autopsy report via certified mail.
He brought out the pictures and slid them across the table to Gerald.
“As you can see, your client not only drove drunk and killed a woman, but he was having an affair with her, too,” said Gene.
“Pictures prove nothing,” said Gerald.
Gene slid the autopsy report across the table. Trudy’s status as an expectant mother was highlighted. So was the line about there being semen in her mouth.
“Her parents are having a DNA test done to verify it was your client who was the father. The criminal case and dead baby make this a slam dunk for our side in court. Are you sure you want to stick with a laughable offer?”
Gerald cursed in his mind. He had been told to make this go away and now it could be headed to court. That would be public and messy. The baby could be smoothed over. The semen in her mouth at the point of death would make the reporters piss themselves.
“I’ll have something drawn up for my client to review,” said Gerald.
Gene pushed another document across the table.
“We’ve taken the liberty to do that for you. It’s a simple fifty-fifty split, uncontested and uncomplicated. If your client signs this we can be finished in two weeks.”
Gerald took the document and read it. It was very simple, cut and dried. It would make what could be a public, messy situation go away and he had been told to make this go away.
“I’ll call you after I discuss this with my client,” said Gerald.
Robin had been on the pill for thirty days. She had waited impatiently for the time to pass and Marcus had, more or less, stayed away from her in situations where they would be alone for a long period. Now, as they took a break from playing Trivial Pursuit, she stood beside Marcus at the kitchen counter as they poured soft drinks into glasses.
“I’ve been on the pill for thirty days,” she said, in a conversational tone.
“Have you, now?” he replied.
“Yes, and you know what that means.”
“I do?” he asked, innocently.
“It means I can go find a boyfriend and let him fuck me as much as he wants to,” she said. “I’m wondering if you know any guys who might want to fuck a sixteen-year-old girl as much as they want to. I’d like a list of at least ten so I can choose the best one. Can you do that for me?”
“You don’t have to be mean,” Marcus complained.
“Then don’t be a butthead,” she said. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a whole month and you’re supposed to at least be a little romantic.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching to pull her into his arms. “I promise not to be a butthead.”
“It’s too late. Now I’m not in the mood anymore.”
“I bet if we went to your bedroom and I showed you my dick you’d get in the mood,” he said.
“Do you even know how to be romantic? Do you need a tutor because you’re getting an F in modern romance?”
“I need a tutor,” he said, bowing his head. “I admit it. I promise to work hard to get my grade up. May I have my first lesson now?”
“Follow my lead,” she said, confidently.
They went back to the group and sat down again. They were on different teams but sat next to each other. The play went on for another five or so minutes before Robin winced and reached to grab the calf of her right leg.
“Ow, ow, ow,” she complained. “My calf is cramping. Ow, ow, ow.” She started trying to massage the offending calf. Marcus reached and tried to massage the calf, too.
“Give me your foot,” he said, trying to lift her leg. She overbalanced and fell back against Tasha, who was on her other side and was her teammate.
“You’re going to knock me over,” complained the black girl.
“This isn’t going to work. I’ll take you to your bedroom and massage it while you’re lying down.”
“Oh, please, yes, ow, ow, ow.”
Keesha watched Marcus lift Robin in his arms and, quite casually, said, “If you two want to be alone, just say so.”
“We don’t want to be alone,” said Robin, who didn’t seem to be in as much discomfort, suddenly.
“You’re acting silly,” Keesha said.
“You acted silly the first few times you wanted to be alone with your brother, too,” said Delores.
“Are you sure you need this massage?” asked Molly, who looked both excited and a little annoyed.
“Ow. I’m sure. Oh, ow.”
Tasha touched the back of one hand to her forehead and swayed in her chair.
“Ohhh, I think I shall swoon if the minor discomfort in my big toe goes on. Can somebody please take me to a bedroom and massage it?”
Everybody laughed except Robin.
“You people have no couth,” she said. “In a world where everyone is uncouth, you have even less care and consideration for a girl in distress.”
“Don’t worry,” said Tasha. “You won’t be in distress much longer and I guarantee you will feel much better after your ... massage.” She cupped her boobs and bounced them while she squeezed them.
“This is not fair!” said Robin. “Now I’m not in the mood anymore.”
“Don’t worry,” said Keesha. “He’s very good at getting you in the mood, even if you’re mad at him for something.”
Robin was breathing hard. That wasn’t odd, because she had been working hard. Marcus had carried her to her bedroom and had taken her clothes off while she tried to stop him. He took her face between his hands and made her look into his eyes.
“I love you,” he said. He kissed her. “I’ve been waiting a whole month for this, too, and I hope you have lots of room up in there because I’m going to pack it just plumb full of Marcus meat. And then I’m going to squirt some really nice, warm slippery stuff in there so when I move the Marcus meat around it will slide in and out very easily. Most people would say what I’m going to do is have a premature ejaculation, but it won’t be premature at all. If you’re not in the mood things won’t slide very well and some lubrication will be necessary.”
He pulled her face to his and kissed her with warm lips. He kept kissing her until her hands landed on his shoulders and then moved behind his head. Then he kept kissing her while he touched her. That’s all he did: touch her. He touched her sides and her hips and the sides of her breasts and her back and her naked buns. When the kiss broke she complained, mildly.
“Your clothes are scratching me. That’s not very romantic.”
He stepped back and stripped in less than thirty seconds. He stood and held his erection, which looked much too big around and much too long to fit in the vagina of a girl Robin’s size.
“That’s better,” she said. “Now you can hug me again.”
Instead, he picked her up again and laid her on her bed. He reached for a pillow and put it under her head.
“I’m not taking a nap,” she chided.
“I want you to see what’s going to happen to you,” he said.
“Ooooo, now I’m scared.”
He stood over her and kissed her. Without warning he slid his middle finger into her pussy and she jerked. Her hips arched as he wiggled his finger inside her. He fingered her for fifteen seconds and then stood up. He gripped his penis in one hand.
“I’m not at all sure it will fit,” he said. “That pussy is very pretty, but it’s also very tight.”
“I’ve had one in me before,” she said. “My pretty pussy wasn’t too tight, then.”
“Who has soiled my pussy?” he growled.
“Your pussy?”
He reached and slid his finger inside her again.
“This pussy belongs to me. Nobody else can use it or touch it or even look at it.”
“Nobody?” she said, her voice high. “Not even me?”
“Okay. You can touch it and look at it, but nobody else.”
“Not even the doctor?” she whined.
“Do you want something bigger in your pussy or not?” he asked, wiggling his finger in her again. Her loins bumped up.
“Yes! I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
“I have not introduced the special slippery cream, yet, and your pretty pussy might be too dry to accept something larger. I must test it.”
He crawled on the bed and licked her vulva and sucked her clit until she came. Then he moved up and, with his face over hers, said, “Put me in and watch.”
She reached and pulled so hard he winced, but she lifted her head as the blunt tip split her lips apart and then spread her vaginal opening apart and then, as if violating some physical law of physics, popped inside her. She hissed, but pulled on his shoulders. He went slowly, but he didn’t stop until there was only an inch left outside her.
“That’s unbelievable,” she moaned.
“And now for the special sauce,” he panted.
He pulled and pushed but his penis did not move inside her. Actually, to be more nearly correct, it did not slide in and out as it moved. Instead, it dragged her flesh with it as it moved roughly an inch. The skin tightly surrounding his penis included the clitoris that was now bare and helpless. No fold of skin or hood protected it, now. When he did a one-handed pushup and reached to rub his thumb over her clit she cried out. It only took him eight or ten strokes to bring her off and her pussy did what every woman’s pussy does during an orgasm. It gripped the invader tightly and then released, only to grip the prod again. It was almost like her vagina was trying to push his cock out of her, except there was no outward pressure.
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