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By Quillpen
A 10-year-old girl’s strange and very erotic secret is exposed when she asks her tutor for “cuddles”.
In a previous submission I told you about a sexually aggressive 10½-year-old female tutoring client I once had. Her name was Blair. (As she was the central figure, “Blair” was the title of the story.) This is a similar anecdote from about a decade later. It is about two sisters, named Pearl and Jocelyn, who were also my tutees. One spring evening they both suddenly tossed modesty to the wind to give me quite a surprise.
The first thing you need to know about Pearl and Jocelyn is their parents did not have a lot of money. They couldn’t afford a car. They lived in low-income, subsidized housing. There weren’t many luxuries in their small apartment home. That meant the expense of hiring me as a tutor was a significant one. The girls split an hour of instruction, which was unusual, but it clearly shows how tight money was in that household.
But it was a two-parent home—which is always a good thing. The girls’ father worked mostly at night, so I seldom saw him. The mother worked part-time when she could, but her main job was tending to her daughters. A quick look at the girls told you that they came from different fathers. Jocelyn, who had just turned 12, was blonde and had a fair complexion. Pearl, age 10, had dark hair and was noticeably swarthy by comparison. Jocelyn was only a mediocre student, but she was always trying, God bless her. Pearl was actually quite clever when she put her mind to it. Jocelyn was the friendly, chatty type who would talk my ear off. Pearl, on the other hand, was mostly quiet. It took me quite a while to get Pearl to engage me in conversation.
I had been tutoring both girls for about seven months, mostly in English and math. Jocelyn needed help with her reading too. I generally assisted Pearl with language arts. This day I worked with Jocelyn first for 30 minutes, then moved to Pearl. It was a very ordinary session all the way to the end. I collected my payment and was starting to pack away the materials I had brought to the session when I saw Pearl make a beeline from one end of the room to the other to ask her mother a question. She whispered it in her ear.
“You’ll have to ask him,” the mother said while rolling her eyes. “Go ahead. He’s right there.”
Obviously, I was the “he” and the “him”—and Pearl urgently needed to ask me a question. She finally blurted out, “Will you do cuddles with me?”
It was hard to read the atmosphere of the room. It was as if Pearl had said something aloud that she shouldn’t have said. But I couldn’t figure it out. I needed clarification.
“When you said ‘cuddles’, did you mean you wanted a hug?” I asked. Pearl shook her head.
Her mom entered the fray. “She means more than that—a lot more than that.” From a distance, Jocelyn giggled.
Mom continued, “’Cuddles’ is the childish code word that Pearl has used for years. She wants you to give her oral sex.”
I could not have been more surprised if a meteorite had slammed into the apartment building. I first looked at Pearl, who was staring at the floor in embarrassment, and then I looked at her mother. I slowly said, “I think I’ll need an explanation.” Frankly, I could not wait to hear it.
“Ever since the age of four, Pearl has had strong sexual desires that really can’t be controlled well.” Mom continued, “An expert in the field told us that Pearl’s case was so unusual, that the best way to deal with it was to let her be sexually active—to a point. If she wants to engage in touching, feeling, kissing, rubbing, fondling—we allow her to do it. We draw the line at intercourse, though. One of her parents is always present to supervise Pearl so her bedroom activities don’t get out of hand. There’s a 13-year-old boy named Chris who lives on the bottom floor in this apartment building—and Pearl likes him. Whenever she gets one of her urges, we phone Chris to make “a service call”. He comes down here to please Pearl. He’s a happy young guy, as you can imagine. I keep an eye on things so that Chris doesn’t penetrate Pearl. But everything else pretty much goes. I know it sounds weird, but that’s how we’ve dealt with Pearl’s issue for six years.”
I was still amazed by this revelation. I asked, “What does Jocelyn do while this fun-and- games is going on?”
“About half the time I leave the apartment or go into the bedroom,” Jocelyn said from across the room. “The other half of the time I stay and watch.”
“Really?” I asked.
“I like to look at Chris’ dick,” Jocelyn admitted.
“Yes, Jocelyn” mom interjected. “You’ve told me that before.” Mom redirected the comments back to her younger daughter’s desires. “Pearl is also an exhibitionist. She doesn’t mind if anyone watches her sexual escapades. Chris was shy at first, but after a short time he got used to being part of a show.
“So let me guess,” I said. “Chris is unavailable for service tonight, right?”
“Yep,” mom said. “He has an indoor soccer practice that just started. I have his full schedule taped to the wall. So, the original question remains: Can you stick around and do ‘cuddles’ with Pearl tonight? She asked for you specifically, didn’t you, Pearl?”
This time Pearl nodded more vigorously, pleading for an affirmative answer from me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at this unprecedented situation. I never thought providing sexual services on demand would be part of my tutoring job. “Well, I have no further commitments tonight, and I enjoy sex as much as the next guy. Okay!”
Pearl clapped her hands with excitement as if she had been promised a large hot fudge sundae.
“One thing, though,” I added. “I’m going to try to please Pearl my way. Chances are I won’t do it the way Chris does. He’s not here tonight, so it’s tough luck for him. I’ll keep at until I have an orgasm, too.”
“That’s basically what Chris does,” Mom explained. Jocelyn agreed. “Yeah, I like it when I Chris shoots white stuff from his dick onto Pearl. It’s very sexy.”
Without further ado, I prepared to make love to a horny 10-year-old girl while her sister and mother eagerly watched. It was not a typical Tuesday night.
Pearl was wearing something akin to a track suit. It was maroon in color, and it had a zipper running down each leg. It was almost certainly acquired at a second-hand clothing store. I gently picked up Pearl–she was small for her age—and set her down on a wide armchair. I immediately removed my shirt. Until that moment, neither girl had known that I possess a masculine, hairy chest. “Ooh, that’s so sexy,” said Jocelyn from her chair at the kitchen table. I lifted to top of Pearl’s track suit over her head, not knowing if she had anything underneath it. She didn’t. I immediately focused on her breast buds. They were just starting to take shape. I rubbed them gently for a few seconds until they became hard. “Very nice, Pearl. They’re lovely,” I told her. I then tugged off her track bottoms; they really didn’t need to be unzipped. Pearl was wearing yellow panties with a monkey motif on them! I didn’t bother to study it for long. I quickly pulled Pearl’s panties off too, leaving her nude.
My dick was starting to get hard, so I needed to free Mr. Happy from the confines of my trousers. While I was stepping out of them, Pearl was vigorously playing with her pussy. It was a sexy sight. “Chris is one lucky fellow,” I said to everyone on the room. I dropped my underwear to the floor—which got an immediate reaction from Jocelyn. “Look at his dick, mom. It’s way hairier than Chris’ penis. I like it.”
I ignored the compliment from Jocelyn and went to the task at hand—pleasuring Pearl. I spread her legs as wide as possible and placed my face between her thighs. I began licking her hairless mound with gusto. It was already wet from Pearl’s act of self-pleasuring, so I busily licked the liquid gold away. “Is he doing a good job on you, Pearl?” Mom asked from the sidelines. “If so, tell him! We all want to be complimented.” I heard Pearl, still a girl of few words, faintly say she liked what I was doing to her.
I decided to do my own things. I took my penis and rubbed it against Pearl’s wet vagina. It would have been easy to slide the head inside this 10-year-old, but I obeyed the ground rules: no penetration. “That’s right,” said Pearl’s mom. “Don’t violate the rules.” I then took my dick and rubbed it against Pearl’s developing breast buds—another favorite sexual thing for me to do. “This is where I’m going to cum,” I told my subject and my two-person audience. I did notice that Jocelyn was no longer watching. She had gone into her bedroom. I assumed she must have been bored with my attempts to make love to her little sister. That proved to be wrong.
I started kissing Pearl all over her body—even on her perky little bum—something I don’t generally do even in the wildest throes of passion. I was just about to lift Pearl into the air so I could rub her hot vagina against my solid penis when something remarkable and totally unexpected occurred. Out of her bedroom bolted Jocelyn—and she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on! She wrapped her arms around me from behind and began planting kisses on my back. She had nice, firm 12-year-old boobs, just enough to require a bra. She made a point of rubbing them against me when I turned to face her. It was all rather arousing.
Mom was horrified, however. “Jocelyn! What are you doing?” she asked.
“I want to play ‘cuddles’ too!” Jocelyn insisted. I want to be touched all over like Pearl is. I get horny too, sometimes.” I liked the older sister’s attention, and I copped a quick feel of Jocelyn’s sexy left breast before Mom laid down the law. “This is for Pearl—not you, Jocelyn. Go back into your room and get dressed!” she ordered.
I tried to strike a compromise. “Maybe I can come back tomorrow night once my tutoring is finished and service Jocelyn.” I was only half serious, but Jocelyn liked the idea very much. She said, excitedly, “Yeah, mom, please!”
To my surprise, mom did not reject the idea outright. She merely told Jocelyn, “We’ll see.” Hmm, I was slowly acquiring a harem here.
Jocelyn vanished and I resumed my amorous work on Pearl. “Let see…” I said, “Where was I when I was so shockingly interrupted? Oh, yes, I was going to do this…” I picked up Pearl and rubbed by dick against her pussy. I came dangerously close to penetration once or twice, but my dick did not venture into the forbidden zone. I sat down in the armchair and placed Pearl on my lap. My dick was pointing skyward, and I continued to rub it against Pearl’s glistening mound. Pearl had her hands on my shoulders for balance. It was a sexy sight, I had to admit. “Wow. Look at that!” interjected Mom!
By my estimation, it was now Pearl’s turn to pleasure me so I can have my orgasm. “Have you ever sucked Chris’ dick, Pearl?” I asked.
Mom answered for her. “No, not yet, but Chris will be wanting Pearl to do it soon enough. She might as well do you first.” I reclined in the armchair as Mom came over and instructed her 10-year-old how to perform fellatio. I could feel the stirring in my penis when the top of my dick entered her wet, little mouth. I wouldn’t last very long once Pearl started pleasuring my manhood, but I remembered what I had said aloud earlier.
“Pearl, when I get ready to come, I’ll let you know. I want to come all over your pretty little titties. That would be so sexy.” Within 30 seconds I had reached my limit. I yanked my penis out of Pearl’s mouth and shot a ropy, white wad across her chest. My marksmanship was a little bit off as about half the jism hit the floor, but my second blast was a bullseye. Sticky goo covered both of Pearl’s lovely titties. Two subsequent lesser shots actually landed on Pearl’s pussy. My work was done.
I wanted to act civilized, so I hugged and caressed Pearl for several minutes. I even got her to taste a wee bit of my jism which had struck her arm, which was something she hadn’t ever done with Chris.
“Thanks,” Mom said. As an afterthought she suggested, “Would you like to take a bath?”
At this point, Jocelyn’s bedroom door opened just slightly–and the 12-year-old asked a question. “Mom, can I get in the bathtub with him?”
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By Quillpen
#Tween
