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  I nearly cream my pants right then.

  She leans her head back and closes her eyes.

  “I like the way this feels,” she says. Then she looks at me. I can feel her stare, but my eyes are on those manicured fingers rubbing her little pussy. “But it’s not enough. I think I need your help—some sort of master class in pleasuring myself here.”

  She is biting her lip a little now as she looks at me with blue eyes filled with desire.

  It takes all my control not to throw her down right there and shove my dick into her, hard and deep.

  But I need to take my time with this saucy little number. All the sweeter when I finally come in her.

  “Lesson number one,” I say, “oral.”

  Then I grab her shoulders and guide her to her knees.

  I drop my pants, freeing my throbbing cock from its cloth restraints.

  “You want this cock?” I say, and she nods her head.

  God, seeing her like that staring up at me with those eyes and those damned boobs begging to be freed from her clothes is driving me crazy.

  “Let me see how much you want it,” I say. “Show me.”

  I bend my dick toward her a little.

  “Yes, Mr. Smith,” she says before putting one tiny hand at the bottom of my shaft, and then fitting her mouth over the head of my dick.

  Her sweet little mouth feels so smooth and warm, that I have to remind myself to take it slow or else I’ll come too fast—right in that naughty mouth.

  Then again, that wasn’t such a bad idea; after all, she can always come back for lesson number two.

  She moves her lips up and down my shaft, and I feel her lithe little tongue moving over me.

  The girl’s a fucking natural.

  I start moving my cock in her mouth, and she takes it without even gagging.

  She sucks and squeezes and licks my thick, hard dick, and I fuck her mouth until I’m on the verge of creaming.

  I pull back right before I get there and tell her to get up.

  “On the couch,” I instruct, and she obeys.

  Her dress falls back into place, but I remember what’s under there, and before her back hits the couch, I pull it up to take a good look at her sweet little ass.

  Damn, I can’t wait to take her from behind.

  But first thing’s first.

  She lies down on her back, and I climb over her, then bring my head to her pussy.

  She cries out when my mouth grab her lips down there.

  I start licking and slobbering all over those juicy lower lips, and she writhes against me, getting wetter and wetter.

  I stick one of my fingers inside of her and feel the suction of her tight insides, waiting to be probed by my thick cock.

  I’m about to lose it, and those damned sounds she’s making are only making it worse.

  I can’t take it anymore, so I stop and pull her dress over her head and let my eyes drink in the sight of those delicious globes of hers bouncing back into place.

  She is completely naked before me, panting and dripping wet and begging for me to take her, and I grab her luscious breasts first, feeling the soft, smooth flesh.

  Then I put the head of my cock at her entrance and watch her lose it as I rub my smooth head over her clit and those slick folds, while taking in the expanse of beautiful skin on that toned, slim body fully exposed to me.

  “Please, Mr Smith!” she begs, and I finally push my raging cock in her.

  God she’s so fucking slick and tight.

  She grabs on to my shoulders as I start moving while her tight, warm insides grab on to my dick, and I feel her clench all around me.

  I don’t know how long I can stand it—her wet hole squeezing me like that while pushing myself against those smooth, waxed lips of hers, and those perfect, large breasts of taking up my sight with their erect nipples.

  I bend to lick them every now and then as I squeeze myself in and out of this hot, whimpering girl.

  She moans louder with every lick.

  Her cries are so stimulating, that soon, I’m about to come, and there’s no way I’m pulling out.

  My ass clenches hard with the strength of my thrusts, and my cock, sliding in and out of her wet box, is finally about to get the ultimate prize as my cum builds up.

  The pleasure of ramming her sweet little pussy deepens until I reach orgasmic heights and explode in ecstasy.

  I push harder into her as cum makes its way out of my cock to shoot into her welcoming snatch.

  “Yes, Mr. Smith!” she screams, and I feel her body pulsating all around me as it tenses up in release, and I realize she has come too.

  I thrust one last time for good measure.

  “God, that was even better than I imagined,” she says as her body starts relaxing into the couch.

  Her cute little face is the epitome of satisfied.

  I smile at her.

  “Good girl. When you come tomorrow, expect lesson number two: doggy style. Maybe you can get some extra credit.”

  3

  Sarah

  Mr. Smith’s juices are running down my leg, so I ask him where the bathroom is so I can clean up before I leave his place.

  I can’t believe I finally know what it feels like to have a meaty cock inside me—Mr. Smith’s too!

  All the time I’ve spent wondering what was underneath his black or navy or gray slacks, and now I know he’s packing an anaconda.

  I don’t plan to stop there. I have less than two weeks, and I sure as hell plan to make use of that dick while I’m here.

  I’ve got all sorts of positions I want to try and I’m getting horny again thinking about some of them.

  I start to clean up in the bathroom but figure, what the hell, might as well take a shower. Mr. Smith won’t mind.

  I just hope he has regular soap in there and I don’t have to leave his place smelling like Old Spice body wash or something.

  The cool shower feels so good on my heated body, and I wonder how long I will feel like Mr. Smith forged a path in the valley between my legs.

  I can still feel him there—my insides haven’t forgotten the relentless pounding of his thick, juicy cock.

  I want to put him in my mouth again and feel the smooth head of his dick against my tongue.

  I like the taste of him, the texture. I want to squeeze him between my boobs and let him fuck me there.

  My body comes alive again and my temperature raises, despite the cool shower.

  Luckily, Mr. Smith has similar dirty thoughts because he’s suddenly in the bathroom, yanking open the shower curtain and staring at me as the water streams down my aching body.

  “You’re a bad girl aren’t you, Sarah? Using someone’s shower without permission? You’re old enough to spank,” he says, then smacks my ass and plucks me right from the shower, lifting me with his strong arms, and then crushing me against the nearest wall, wrapping my legs around him.

  His cock makes another appearance as his pants drop, and before I know it, he has slipped it inside of me.

  Taking it against the wall like this gives me another kind of pleasure—feeling this close to his firm chest, lightly dusted with hair, my soft boobs lightly touching him every now and then.

  The skin to skin contact makes me moan and whimper in delight, and feeling his hard thrusts into me while trapped between his broad body and the wall is delicious.

  As he squeezes me against the wall, I put my hands on his tight ass and feel it clench as he pushes his cock in and out of me.

  Knowing I am giving him pleasure, plus his pelvic area rubbing against my clit makes me tingle until the pleasure tightens everything around my pussy, and I am suddenly flooding him with my juices as I come hard.

  I hold on to him as he bangs me for a few seconds longer.

  Soon, he is moving faster, pushing harder against me.

  I know he isn’t going to pull out, and a moment later, I feel his warm liquid spreading through me again.

  “Great, n
ow I have to take another shower,” I say after we stay there panting a few moments, still pulsating around each other.

  He soon releases me, and I find my footing, then my way back to the shower.

  “Want to come with me?” I ask playfully.

  He just smiles, and I bet he’s thinking something silly and dirty like, “I just did.”

  “I’ll take you in there another time,” he says, “right down there in that tub where you have nowhere to go as I trap you beneath me and push into you. Then there’s my bedroom, the kitchen counter, and wherever else we think of. This place needs a lot of christening.”

  I smile and close the shower curtain.

  When I get home, I can’t stop thinking about my first time. Who knew it could feel so good?

  I can’t stop the memories of Mr. Smith’s huge dick in front of me as I kneeled before it, and the sight of it going into my pussy.

  I’m looking forward to all the lessons I can get away with—my mom doesn’t return from her trip for a few days, so I don’t have to worry too much about trying to hide what I’m up to for a little while.

  I get ready for bed and lie down on it, smiling, remembering what it was like to be trapped against the bathroom wall as Mr. Smith shoved his dick in me, and how good it felt to have it slide in and out of me.

  I have to touch myself so I can get off and stop myself from knocking on his door in the middle of the night, and finally get to sleep.

  Actually, now that I think of it, this is probably the best time to visit him—I’m a bit self-conscious about going over to a man’s house in the bright hours of day.

  I end up satisfying myself for a little while, but a few minutes later, my mind is back on Mr. Smith’s dick.

  I wonder if he would mind me surprising him with another visit?

  One way to find out!

  I throw on something comfortable: a light sweater over a lacy purple bra, and a tennis skirt over the matching purple thong.

  The neighborhood is quiet as usual, but even more so, now that it’s past most people’s bedtime.

  I left Mr. Smith’s at around three p.m. today, and now here I am at almost midnight, going for more.

  I just need that meaty cock sliding in and out of me, stat.

  I need his mouth covering my greedy breasts again, his lips brushing against my neck and sending tingles through me.

  I knock lightly on his door.

  “Boy, am I glad to see you,” he says as he quickly pulls me in and shuts the door.

  He is in a bathrobe, and I see that he has nothing on underneath it as soon as he drops it.

  “I want to taste that sweet pussy first,” he says.

  I follow his lead and start dropping my clothes, but I do it slowly—piece by piece as I make my way to his bedroom.

  By the time we reach his room, I am about to take my bra off but he stops me.

  “Wait,” he says. “Let me look at you for a second.”

  His eyes hungrily take in my lacy purple set.

  I’m so glad he likes it—I bought it with him in mind a while back as I planned my first time out in my head.

  Of course, I ended up wearing something different when the time came, but it’s at least the same day.

  He instructs me to turn around so he can get a good look at me from behind.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he says, and his voice turns me on more.

  When I turn back around, his erection is even bigger than before, and I can’t wait for him to jam it in me.

  He comes close to me, reaches behind me, and then unclasps my bra, doing the honors of ridding me of it.

  Then he makes my stand there while he gets down on his knees and pulls my underwear down with his teeth, nibbling at me in ways that sends jolts of pleasure through me.

  I kick the thong away once it pools around my ankle, and Mr. Smith holds me, one large hand on each thigh while he brings his head to my pussy and starts eating me.

  The first touch of his mouth makes me cry out, and the sucking and licking that follows from his lips and tongue makes me pant and moan as I try to deal with all the sensations running through me.

  I am getting wetter and wetter by the second, and soon, I am about to come.

  I know he can tell because I’m breathing faster and my body is starting to tighten as I hold his head there and pray he keeps licking my clit and my hot folds the way he’s doing.

  I let out a loud cry as my body explodes from his skillful mouth, and again, although I am temporarily satisfied, I long for more.

  “Get on that bed,” Mr. Smith says as he stands up, and anticipation runs through me as I take another look at his hard dick before turning to climb on his bed.

  I remember what he said earlier about getting schooled doggy style, so after I enter the bed on all fours, I stay on my hands and knees, ass in the air, waiting for him.

  He touches my ass cheeks for a bit, his large, strong hands making circles on my tight buns, then one hand goes under me and his fingers find my pussy, flooded with juices, and rub it a little.

  “Yes, Mr. Smith,” I whimper, hoping he enters me soon—the walls of my pussy are aching for him; I need him to enter me and put them at ease.

  Finally I get what I’ve waiting for as I feel him slowly slide his rod in.

  “God, yes…”

  He rubs my ass again before moving.

  Then, he grabs me by the cheeks and starts pushing and pulling me to him hard, slamming my pussy against him as he rams his cock in deep.

  I cry out at the contact and pleasure of feeling him move in me.

  I like the feel of his skin and hairs as they brush against me, and the strength of his arms as he pulls me to him hard and fast.

  I like the sound of his grunts and his masculine whispers, and the sounds of his pleasure as he fucks me like a man should.

  I can’t wait to see what the next lesson will be.

  Eventually, I feel him moving faster as he pulls me to him harder, and I know what is coming from his quickened rhythm.

  That knowledge, plus having the lips of my pussy touched by his fingers as he bangs me hard sends me on the way to another orgasm, and we both cry out in simultaneous explosion.

  He thrusts a few more times as he gets milked, and I feel the now-familiar warm cum from his dick spreading through me.

  Maybe next time he’ll let me suck him off until it explodes in my mouth.

  We both collapse on the bed, and after a few moments of recovery, I ask, “Is it okay if I get nightly lessons? My mom gets back in a few days, and I want to learn as much as I can before I have someone paying attention to my comings and goings.”

  “Anytime you want,” he says. “I’m happy to oblige.”

  I stay there a few moments longer, but I know I can’t stay the night—the whole point is to come and go under the cover of darkness.

  Soon, I move to get ready and grab my clothes.

  “No,” he says as I reach for my bra. “Leave it here. I want to keep it—that and your thong.”

  “My pleasure, Mr. Smith,” I say, smiling.

  It’s nice to leave Mr. Smith something to remember me by.

  With my tennis skirt and jacket, if anyone spotted me, they wouldn’t be able to tell I have no underwear on.

  He walks me to the door, naked.

  “Thanks again,” I say. “I’m so happy it’s you who got to turn me into a woman.”

  “Pleasure’s all mine,” he says. “Glad you feel better about going to college now. And after your next few lessons here, feel free to find me on your school breaks. Now get out of here, you little minx,” he says with a grin, and he smacks me on the behind before I slip through his door. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Sarah.”

  “Yes, Mr. Smith,” I say with a wink, then his door closes and I happily hurry off to my house.

  I shouldn’t have anymore trouble sleeping tonight, and I look forward to whatever Mr. Smith’s got planned for us tomorrow night.


  Boy, am I glad I picked a man who knows what he’s doing!

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  ** Read more about Sarah and Mr. Smith in Teachable 2. Bundle of all 3 parts available! **

  ABOUT TEACHABLE 2

  Young Sarah can’t get sexy older man, Mr. Smith, off her mind. Memories of him taking her hard and without protection flood her thoughts during her first semester at college, leading to all sorts of other floods. She can’t wait to go home on the first school break to see him again and rekindle their steamy sessions. Little does she know, Mr. Smith has been thinking about her a lot too, and has all sorts of plans for her hot little body—especially her womb!

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  NOTE: Sarah makes an appearance in the next story, TEACHING DAPHNE.

  Teaching Daphne

  Ivana Shaft

  SYNOPSIS

  Untouched Daphne made a pact with her friends to get her cherry popped over the college break, and she has no idea how to find a proper candidate for the job. But she’s barely unpacked when opportunity comes knocking to take it hard and unprotected from a forbidden familiar face!

  Copyright © 2017, Ivana Shaft

  Sneak Peek

  Daphne

  Daphne

  …I look back at Sarah, and she inexplicably smiles and winks at me.

  There’s that mischievous look again!

  “Let him take care of you,” she says in a different sort of voice, and it all suddenly becomes crystal clear.

  She mentioned getting to fuck around, and she just gave me permission to get pounded by her man—who, by the way, has an unmistakable predatory look on his face.

  My eyes drop to his stiff cock tenting his swim trunks.

  He is definitely ready to sink his dick into me, and I couldn’t be more ready for him.

  I’m a little scared of his intensity, to be honest, but it only makes my virgin pussy throb with even more need.