Chapter 10: Visitors

Later that evening he was making a cup of coffee and pondering on the latest turn of events. In truth, despite being sucked off by four young teenage girls and deep-throated by Anne, he was feeling randy again. The image of the girls in their stockings and suspenders, kissing and rubbing their tight young bodies against each other kept appearing in his mind's eye. He was half tempted to see if Anne or Jacqueline was available but knew that that was not what he really wanted - and, anyway, he could hardly bang on Anne's door and demand a fuck.

A sudden thought made him chuckle. If anyone had suggested, a month ago, that he would be sitting in his room, getting a hard-on from the thought of screwing his junior students he would have been shocked - no more than that, he would have thought the person was a total pervert. Mind you, if anyone had suggested, a month ago, that he would be giving the same junior students lessons in cock-sucking, he'd have had the same reaction. But now... he sighed contentedly.

The ringing of the doorbell made him start. He glanced at the clock. Who on earth would visit him at this time? He opened the door and, to his astonishment, Tricia and Aimée stood outside.

"Hello, sir," they said, hesitantly.

"Hello, girls. What brings you out. You realise it's way past curfew?"

"Yes, sir. But... You see... Well, we have a problem."

"Indeed? Well, you'd better come in."

He stood aside to let them enter and realised that they were dressed somewhat unconventionally. Tricia had a tight, black lycra mini-skirt that clung to her curves and barely covered her bottom, a black blouse tied at the front to leave her midriff bare and black, stilettos. His eyes followed her as she preceded him. Her bare legs seemed to go on forever. Aimée had fishnets under a green frilly skirt - also short - and a slivery lycra top which moulded itself to her pert, pointy breasts. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra. Both girls were elegantly made up and looked considerably older than fourteen. They were also obviously very nervous.

'Well, ' he thought. 'This might be interesting. Let's see what develops.'

They perched on the edge of the settee.

"I was just making some coffee," he said, playing it cool. "Would you like some? Or, perhaps some coke?"

"Coke would be fine, thank you."

He decided that a beer might be better than coffee and returned with three cans. He handed the girls theirs and sat down opposite. Tricia had leaned back on the settee with her knees stuck out in front of her.

"I hope you weren't seen."

"Oh no, sir. We were very careful."

"How did you manage to get out?"

"Oh it's quite easy when you know how," Aimée began.

"Shh. Nobody's supposed to know," Tricia hissed.

"Oh! I forgot."

Adam laughed. "I won't ask you to give away any trade secrets. Unless you have done something very wrong, I promise I won't tell anyone you were here," he said.

"Thank you, sir."

Tricia's knees had parted slightly and he deliberately stared at the gap between them, making sure she was aware of his scrutiny. She flushed slightly but rather than close her legs, she spread her knees slightly wider. He looked from one to the other for a moment. Tricia's skirt had ridden right up and between her parted legs he could see the dark 'v' of her panties. Again he deliberately stared then looked up and smiled at her.

"Well, now, you said you had a problem?"

"Yes. We do. Well, that is... You tell him Aimée."

"Why me. You tell him."

"It must be a very serious problem to bring you out after hours," he said soothingly. "I won't be upset or angry. So how about you just tell me what it is?"

Tricia drew a deep breath. "It's about our lessons, sir."

"Yes? Which lessons?"

"The one we had today. With you."

"Ah, I see. What about it."

"Well... You see, you mentioned that the only way to improve was with practice and experience and... and... and we wondered if you might, sort of, give us some, er..." she tailed off and studied the carpet.

"Some practice and experience? " he prompted

"That's it, yes. Some practice and experience."

"That's a very unusual request," he said apparently thoughtfully but inwardly delighted. This could turn out to be very interesting, indeed.

"We really would appreciate it."

"Well, I don't know. There are things to be considered."

"We really, really would appreciate it."

"You would have to promise to work very hard."

"Oh, we will."

"And you would have to promise to do everything I told you."

"We promise. We'll do whatever you say."

"And what do you think the others would say if they found out that I was giving you extra lessons?"

"Nobody will know. We won't tell a soul. We promise."

"OK. Let's just make sure I've got this straight. I gave you two and two of your classmates a lesson today which you enjoyed. Yes?" They nodded eagerly.

"And you feel that you could improve your performance if I gave you some private lessons?" More nods. His brain was working overtime. Here was a glorious opportunity if he played his cards right. "There's one more thing about private lessons. How should I put it... Private tuition is much more informal than in class. We will study the subject in great detail and you will get a lot of personal attention. The relationship between tutor and student becomes much more, er, intimate than in the classroom. Everybody gets more involved in what they are studying - more enthusiastic - and sometimes the studies can lead off into unexpected areas. So, if I become your personal tutor are you prepared to go wherever our studies lead?"

They nodded a bit hesitantly, "Yes, sir. I think so."

"Good," He smiled. "In which case I think we have a deal." He stroked his hand over his cock which had become hard in his pants. The girls eyed it eagerly. "Now, you're quite sure you want to go through with this. Perhaps you should tell me what you understand we've agreed."

Tricia dragged her attention away reluctantly. "If we want, you'll give us private lessons provided that we do exactly what you say and don't tell anyone and, um, we might start off doing one thing and end up doing something completely different."

"Excellent. You understand what that implies? Tricia. Aimée."

"I suppose," said Aimée, thoughtfully, "it means that you might end up making love to us."

"Indeed. I think it is highly likely that I will end up fucking you. Please use the correct term, Aimée. Would that be a problem?"

They exchanged excited, nervous glances.

"Would you?" breathed Tricia.

"Would I what?"

"You know... f... fuck us?" She had trouble with the word.

He stood up. "Come here."

He tilted her chin and looked her deeply in the eyes. "Yes, little girl. I'll fuck you anywhere and any time. Would you like me to fuck you right now?"

"Oh," she gasped. Her eyes glazed over and she sagged against him. "You've made me cum," she whispered.

"And I'll make you cum again and again," he promised.

He pushed her gently aside and turned to her friend.

"Aimée ?"

Aimée kept her head down. Her long hair hid her face. He tilted her face up. Her eyes held a mixture if fear and excitement.

"Would you like me to fuck you?" he asked more gently.

"I... I think so."

"You can still back out," he said softly. "I won't be upset and I won't tell. I'd like you to stay because you are a very desirable and sexy little girl and I really would like to fuck you. But if you want to go, you can. Or you can stay and decide at the time. I won't fuck you if you really don't want me to."

"No. No, I don't want to go. And... and I do want you to fuck me... I think. Am I really desirable and sexy?"

"You are! And I'll show you exactly how desirable and sexy you are very soon."

He stepped back and regarded them.

"Then we're decided and agreed. Now before we start the first lesson, there's one more thing. You are two naughty girls, you know. Not only are you out after curfew but you are not dressed in school uniform. Some form of punishment is in order - a spanking, I think." The girls jumped and squealed. "No arguments. Bend over and grasp your ankles. Quickly now, or it'll be even worse."

Reluctantly, the girls did as he directed. Their long hair trailed on the carpet, hiding their faces. Their pert little bottoms stuck up in the air, Tricia's moulded under her tight skirt and Aimée's partly visible under her short, frilly one. He looked around for something to use as an implement and spotted a wooden ruler. He lifted Aimée's skirt over her waist and worked her panties down to her knees. Tricia's skirt was so tight, he had to make her straighten up and take it off. With her back to him, she wriggled and squirmed the tight skirt down over her slim hips, making quite a production of it. Her small bottom flexed delightfully, making his cock even harder. He really was going to enjoy having this little minx.

He lined them up side-by-side. Taking careful aim, he brought the ruler smartly down on Tricia's up-turned bottom.

"Aiiieee," she cried and wiggled her stinging bottom.

He treated Aimée to the same with the same result. Alternating between them, he measured out another ten smacks on each tender bottom. The girls cried out and wriggled so much they almost fell over. The sight was so erotic he was almost tempted to forget the lesson in fellatio and take them there and then.

"There, I think that's enough," he said, discarding the ruler and fondling their flaming cheeks. "Very nice. You can stand up now."

Gingerly the girls straightened his hands still clamped to their bottoms.

"Oh, sir," said Tricia, tearfully, "that was very sore. You are cruel."

"I can be much crueller than that, I can assure you," he said. "That was just a bottom-warmer. Now," he glanced down, "I think you should start your lessons."

He let them go and stepped back. The girls rubbed their tender bottoms glanced at each other ruefully. They dropped to their knees and attacked belt and buttons and zip, inexpertly but with growing eagerness as the heat in their bottoms began to affect other parts. Adam guided and instructed them. Inside, he was euphoric. Here were his first two sex toys - his to use and abuse as he pleased. After some fumbling and much giggling, the girls succeed in stripping him to his underpants.

"Now," he said. "The lesson really begins. Take it out."

The girls looked at each other. It was no longer a game. They were committed now for better or worse. Aimée took hold of the waist band of his pants and pulled them down. Tricia stuck a small, hot hand down the front and took hold of his throbbing shaft.

"Careful now."

As Aimée pulled the pants down, Tricia eased his pulsing length free. She held it tightly and looked at it in awe and wonder.

"Oh," she breathed. "It looks so different than earlier - so much bigger. And it's all mine."

He stepped clear of his pants. Naked he stood with his cock jutting like the bowsprit on a sailing clipper.

"Now I'll take your clothes off."

He started with Aimée, touching her gently as he found the edge of her top and then pulling it up over her head. While she was still trapped with her arms above her head, he bent and took each pert pink nipple in turn into his mouth. The little girl giggled and wriggled as her nipples stiffened under his expert tongue. Once free of the top, he titled her chin and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Then he kissed and licked and nibbled his way down her body as he sank slowly to his knees in front of her. He unclipped her skirt and pushed it down to her feet. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her to him pushing his face between her thighs where he kissed and nuzzled her bare, exposed pussy.

Aimée gasped as she felt his mouth on her vulva. His kisses sent shivers of excitement running through her body. She dropped her hands to his head and thrust herself forward, urging him on.

Mindful of his responsibilities, he did not linger but after a probing his tongue between her yielding pussy lips a few times, he let her go and turned to Tricia. Still on his knees, he reached up, untied her blouse and slid his hands up her chest to grip her still-developing breasts, pinching her small, hard nipples between his fingers. Tricia whimpered with pleasure. The pinches hurt her sensitive nipples and sent little tongues of fire shooting through her body.

He dropped his hands and ran them up the inside of her legs, pushing her skirt up. He teased her pussy lips beneath her small, black panties with his thumbs, again hard enough to hurt her slightly. The silky material was sopping with her juices and she smelt deliciously of hot, young girl. He pushed his face into her crotch and licked her through her panties. He pulled the panties down and off her ankles then removed her skirt which was so tight she had to wriggle it down over her slender hips.

"Next step, the bathroom," he said, rising to his feet. "Where you will wash me."

With much giggling the girls soaped his cock and balls. He also insisted that they wash the cleft between his buttocks telling them, when they enquired why, that they would find out later. The sensation of four small, hot, soapy hands made him groan with pleasure.

"Don't you want us to wash, too?" they asked as they towelled him dry.

He pulled them into a tight embrace. "No. I assume you washed yourselves earlier and now you both smell and taste absolutely delicious." He grinned. "And now - to bed."

With an arm around each narrow shoulder, he led them to his bedroom. He lay back on the bed, his cock standing like a flagpole.

"Now it's time for your lessons," he grinned.

"Who's first?" asked Tricia.

"Both together."

He instructed them to kneel on either side of him and begin by licking up and down his shaft. After a moment's hesitation, the girls set to work and he was soon overcome by the feeling of two wet, eager tongues on his cock, the hot breath of the panting girls and the soft tickling of their hair. The sight of them, two vivacious 14-year-olds, crouched over his cock, their pert bottoms wiggling in the air as they ministered to his pleasure, was turning him on even more.

He continued the lesson, making one of them suck his prick into her mouth while the other licked and sucked his balls. Tricia could take him deeper and he thought that to would not be long before she would be able to deep-throat him. Aimée, however, more than made up for it by the actions of her teeth, tongue and lips. She seemed to know instinctively what to do to give him maximum pleasure. He kept an iron grip on himself, trying to prolong this fantastic situation as long as possible but, at last, the pressure in his balls grew too much.

"Oh, girls," he groaned. "You're just too much. Up beside me now and both of you suck the tip. I'm going to cum."

Without hesitation, the girls closed in on the angry red tip of his throbbing cock, now beginning to leak with pre-cum and lapped away eagerly. Their faces were very close together and their tongues met often.

The cum boiled at the base of his cock.

"Quick, both of you, in your mouths. And don't lose any."

He pushed their faces together until their lips were locked over the tip of his cock. Then, with a jerk, the cum surged up his cock and spurted into their waiting mouths. He held their heads firmly as his cock jumped and twitched and the girls desperately tried to keep their mouths glued to the jerking end. At last he sank back on the bed with a groan. He still held their heads firmly together.

"I want you to share my cum," he said. "Kiss each other. Share it."

He released them slightly and his cock slipped from their mouths. They rose to their knees and, over his sticky, detumescing cock, they kissed long and deeply. He could see their tongues moving around inside their mouths. He ran his hands down their backs, over their bottoms and probed between their legs, seeking their moist little furrows with his fingers.

Finally, they broke their kiss and turned their flushed faces towards him, eyes shining and mouths smeared with his cum and their saliva.

"Wow," said Tricia. "That was so hot."

He laughed. "I shall have to award you 10 out of 10 for your first lesson. In fact I don't know how much more I can teach you - you seem to know it all already."

"But it never hurts to practice more," grinned Tricia.

"OK. Go rinse your mouths and come back here."

They skipped away to do his bidding and he relaxed back with a contented sigh.