by Tia Siren
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I pulled up to the address Chase had given me and turned off the car. I sat there for a moment, looking in the rearview mirror and up and down the street. I was just being paranoid. Nobody followed me. Nobody gave a shit what I was doing. This was between me and Chase Hollander, student and teacher. And this time I would earn an A, no matter what it took.
I remembered the first time I’d seen Chase, standing at the front of the classroom in his wrinkled khaki pants and equally wrinkled polo shirt. He was a hottie regardless of his age. Chase was well-built, with shaggy blond hair and rugged good looks.
All the girls in the class flirted with him the first week or two before realizing there was no point to it. He seemingly wasn’t interested in young pussy. Heck, Rachel even flashed her bare cooch at him a time or two, but he only responded with a look that made her slap her thighs together.
Chase Hollander never smiled, never joked around.
He always smelled of cigarettes and alcohol.
And he had a sadness in his eyes that seemed to well from deep inside him and pool around his shoulders as if the weight of the world rested there.
Rachel told me once that his wife left him when they lost a child or something. Something like that could break any man, I thought. It was obviously doing a number on Chase Hollander.
I looked out the window at the front of his house. It was a little one-bedroom bungalow in the older part of town. The paint was peeling. The windows were dirty. The grass needed cutting. The hedges needed trimming. His car, an old Beamer that had seen better days, was parked crookedly in the driveway.
I tugged the key out of the ignition and leaned in to quickly check my reflection in the rearview mirror. I stared into my eyes as my brain, my heart, and my pussy had a quick conversation to make sure this was really what I wanted to do.
After a moment, I felt my nipples getting hard beneath the T-shirt and the crotch of my yoga pants getting warm.
I took that as a sign from my body to get the hell out of the car and into Chase Hollander’s arms.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Chase
Funny what the thought of potentially deflowering a virgin would do to you. Suddenly, I was worried about how I smelled and how fresh my breath was and how clean my clothes were and what a shit hole my house was.
I finished shaving and then brushed my teeth three times and rinsed with half a bottle of Listerine. Odd. I could drink straight whiskey and gin without batting an eye, but rising my mouth with Listerine was horrible! No wonder this shit killed germs; it literally drove them from your mouth by its taste.
I didn’t know what one wore to take a girl’s virginity.
Was I taking it or was I accepting it?
I mean, she did offer it to me, did she not?
Maybe I should have just stayed naked and wrapped a sheet around me like a Roman toga.
Or used the old Mexican poncho Emily and I had brought back from our trip to Mexico. I could wrap it around my waist like an Aztec.
I had no clean underwear to put on, but I found a fresh pair of sweat pants and an old T-shirt in the dryer. I pulled them on and looked at myself in the mirror.
All I saw looking back at me was me.
I was clean, with fresh breath, but it was still me.
So much for trying to impress.
I heard a car pull up out front. I went to the living room and peeked out the window. There was a beat-up Honda sitting at the curb. There was a girl inside. Audrey Ross. Holy shit, she had actually come to have sex with me. Shit…I hoped I didn’t disappoint.
As if to respond to my self-doubt, my cock twitched a little inside the sweat pants. I honestly jumped a little when I felt it move. At first I thought there was a bug in my pants. I pulled open the waistband of the sweats, and sure enough, my long-dormant cock was plumping up. Not fully erect, mind you, but plump, just from looking at the girl sitting in the car outside.
I shoved my hand in my pants and wrapped my fingers around my cock as I watched her checking herself in the car mirror. My cock went from plump to semi-erect. I tugged on it for a minute as I watched her through the slit in the curtain. My cock stiffened a little more. When she opened the door and got out of the car, my cock sprang to life, undoubtedly because my eyes saw the tight yoga pants she was wearing.
What a sight I must have been: a forty-three-year-old man with no life and a drinking problem, stroking his cock while he watched a twenty-two-year-old virgin walk up the driveway.
How fucking pathetic was that.
When the doorbell rang, my cock immediately went flaccid. Thank god. This scenario was already too unbelievable. God only knows what she would have done if I’d opened the door with a full boner in my hand.
I took a few deep breaths, tried to remember how to smile, and opened the door.
CHAPTER TWELVE: Audrey
I caught him watching me through the curtain as I walked up the driveway toward the front door. I stepped onto the small front porch and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
My finger rested on the doorbell for a moment.
Press it, Audrey, my brain said. Or was it my pussy talking now? They sounded so much alike at the moment.
I pressed the doorbell and took a step back. The door opened a second later and there stood Chase Hollander in a pair of gray sweatpants with a tiny wet spot on the crotch and a Metallica T-shirt that was probably older than me. It had been black at one time. It had faded considerably with age.
“Uh, Miss Ross,” he said with a forced smile on his face. He stepped aside and held out his hand. “Please, won’t you come in.”
“Thank you, Professor Hollander,” I said formally, taking a deep breath and ordering my feet to move. I stepped inside and waited for him to close the door.
Looking around the tiny room, which was a mess, by the way, my nerves started kicking in. My chest tightened and refused to let my lungs fully inflate with air. I tried to swallow, but my throat was as dry as a bone. I crossed my arms over my chest and stuck my fingers in my armpits so he wouldn’t see my hands shaking. Shit, was I really about to do this? Was I really about to lose my virginity to a college professor who had the look and personality of a shock victim?
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. “I know it’s early, but…”
“No. I’m fine, thanks,” I said. I tried to smile again.
Chase was doing his best to be cool, but I could see that he was just as nervous as I was. The corners of his mouth twitched as he forced his lips to smile. He was blinking a lot, like a slot machine. He had his arms crossed over his chest with his fingers under his pits, just like I did.
We looked at each other for a moment, and then he smiled. A real smile. A smile that made me realize how handsome he was.
“So you’ve come to get your A,” he said
“Well, an A in sex.”
“You’re really a virgin?”
I nodded slowly.
“Do you want to be a virgin?”
I slowly shook my head.
“Do you want me to take your virginity?”
I nodded.
“Do you want me to teach you other things?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice just a whisper. I could feel the hot juices flowing from my pussy in response to his words. My nipples hardened and pushed against the thin T-shirt.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, taking a step closer.
“Yes,” I said, glancing down at the bulge in his pants that was growing into an erection before my eyes. Now I understood the little wet spot on the front of his sweats. His cock was already salivating for me.
Chase took another step closer, but he didn’t touch me.
Our bodies were just inches apart now.
He licked his lips and stared into my eyes.
I felt his cock push into my belly button. It caused the breath to catch in my throat.
My pussy felt like it was on fire.
Just the touch of the ti
p of his cock against my body seemed to ignite a spark inside me. It felt like hot lava drenching the crotch of my yoga pants.
“Last chance to leave,” he said, moving closer still.
His cock was hard and stiff.
I couldn’t resist reaching out to cup it in my hand through the sweat pants.
“I’m not leaving,” I said, brushing my lips to his. My fingers tightened around his cock.
“Then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you come. And I’m going to make your pussy shudder from orgasm after orgasm and you’re still going to beg me for more.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Chase
I didn’t know what came over me, but I was certainly glad it did. The moment I gazed deeply into Audrey’s eyes, I knew I had to have her.
I could feel the blood racing through my body to my cock.
I felt my cock getting hard, so hard it ached.
When the tip of my cock touched her, it was like sticking my finger in a light socket. Electricity sparked from her body to my cock, shooting through my body with such intensity that it made my knees shake.
Then she took my cock into her hand, and I knew at that moment that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
She wanted me to be the one to take her virginity.
It was fate that had brought us together, not some chance encounter that stemmed from a silly website post.
This was meant to be.
Don’t ask me how I knew. I just did.
There was primal connection that had drawn us together: a connection so strong that it drew me to her like a magnet.
I had to have her. There was no stopping now. We both knew it. The moment our eyes locked, we both knew there was no turning back.
I wanted to taste her lips, her flesh, her cunt.
I wanted my cock in her mouth, her hands, her pussy, her ass.
I wanted to engulf her in my arms and never let her go.
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Without touching her with my hands, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. She opened her hot mouth to me and let my tongue come inside. She responded with a moan as her tongue swirled around mine. She tilted her head to the side so I could kiss her fully on the mouth. Our lips pressed together and our tongues dueled as our bodies started to catch fire.
She tugged my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. She put her thumbs into the waistband of the sweat pants and pushed them down my legs. My cock sprang free.
She paused long enough to let me pull her T-shirt over her head, and then both her hands went back to my cock. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and started tugging it into her, her hand sliding up and down the veiny shaft, the tip leaving a little trail of moisture across her stomach. She gently cupped my balls in her left hand while stroking the full length of my ten-inch shaft with her right.
My lips went to her neck as my hands found her tits. Her tits were small, but her nipples were long and thick, like the tip of my little finger. I massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers. She moaned into my ear as I squeezed her nipples hard.
I was panting now, like a bear awoken from a long slumber. She stroked my cock and rubbed the round head on her belly until I thought I might come in her hand.
“Slowly,” I whispered. She looked at me and smiled.
“Teach me,” she said. She pressed her thumb to the underside of my cock and massaged the hot juices into the sensitive spot where the shaft met the head. She might have been a virgin, but she knew very well the effect she was having on me.
I scooped her up and she bit my ear lobe as I carried her to the bedroom. I’d had the foresight to change the sheets and pillowcases before she’d arrived. The old ones smelled like a wino’s ass. I mean, I imagined they did. I’d never really smelled a wino’s ass. I’d stuffed the old bedding in the trash. No amount of laundering could help save it now.
I set Audrey on the foot of the bed and pushed her shoulders back. She lay down with her pussy at the edge of the bed. I kneeled between her legs and started massaging her pussy lightly with my fingers. The moment my fingers touched her clit, her body tensed and she lifted her ass off the bed. Hot juice squirted out of her cunt like a firehose, covering my chest and stomach and dripping down onto my cock.
A virgin and a squirter.
Perhaps the gods didn’t hate me after all.
“I’m sorry,” she said, peering down at me with a worried look on her face. “I…I mean…I have no idea why that just happened.”
“I do,” said with a smile. I rested my palms on her short pubes and took her clit between my thumbs. I gently worked my thumbs up and down the length of her clit hood. Audrey’s eyes went soft and she let her head fall back.
I lowered my lips to her clit and teased it with little kisses. Audrey moaned my name. “Chase…” I paused for a moment. No one had moaned my name since Emily had left…
“Are you okay?”
I looked up to see Audrey looking at me with a concerned look on her pretty face.
“Yes. Why?”
She smiled. “Well, you stopped.”
I smiled back at her. “I’m sorry,” I said, my thumbs moving again. I nodded at her. “Put your hands on your tits. Now massage your tits and squeeze your nipples. That’s right. Keep doing that.”
“Yes, Professor…”
I let my thumbs slide down so they could hold open Audrey’s pussy lips as my fingers took over massaging her clit. I leaned down and began licking her pussy hole. It was hot and wet and tangy on my tongue. I licked her from her asshole to the top of her clit and back again. I sucked in her juices as my tongue continued to swirl, filling my mouth with her tangy sauce.
“I’m coming again,” she sighed.
I pulled my mouth from her cunt and quickly replaced it with two fingers. As I rolled her clit with one hand, I drove my fingers deep into her pussy until she cried out, and then I slid the fingers out and back in again.
She lifted her ass off the bed as my fingers rammed in and out of her. She squirted again, thick tangy juice that covered my hand and arm and the foot of the bed. When she stopped squirting, I pressed my mouth to her cunt and sucked in every drop I could take.
“Oh god.” Audrey sighed, squeezing her tits. “That was… amazing…”
She looked down at me and grinned.
My face and chest and arm were covered in her juices.
She didn’t seem to care.
She held out her arms and wiggled her fingers at me.
“My turn,” she said, reaching for my cock as I got to my feet. “Teach me how to suck your cock.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Audrey
I’d had no idea that I was a squirter. Heck, I hadn’t even known what a squirter was. I still wasn’t sure I did. All I knew was that when Chase touched my clit and rammed his fingers into my pussy, I came in a tidal wave that covered him and the foot of the bed in hot, sticky juice.
He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to turn him on even more. Now it was my turn.
I moved to sit on the foot of the bed and Chase stood in front of me with his hands gently stroking my hair. His long cock jutted from his brown pubes and hovered an inch from my lips.
I cupped his balls with one hand and held his cock steady in the other. I’d never sucked a cock before, but I had done plenty of research.
Who knew there was so much free porn online these days.
For a little virgin girl like me, it was great to watch and learn from the pros.
“You don’t need me to teach you how to do that,” Chase said as I took the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled it around my lips. He ran his fingers through my hair and watched with dreamy eyes as I licked the underside of his cock head. His cock was thick and hard in my hand. The head was round and purple. The juice dripping from the tip tasted like warm salt water.
I opened my mouth and leaned in to take the head and an inch of his shaft into my mouth. Chase closed his eyes and moaned. I slathered his cock wi
th my tongue and then took in another inch. And then another. When I felt the tip of his cock reach the back of my throat, I gagged a little and pulled my lips back.
My hands went around his waist. I took his ass cheeks in my hands and dug in my fingers as I began bobbing my mouth back and forth on his cock. One of my little fingers pressed between his ass cheeks and found his anus. I slid the tip of my finger in until I felt him jump a little. I glanced up at him with his cock in my mouth and smiled.
I took Chase out of my mouth and started pumping his cock with my hand. The head was purple and glistening, as if it were a balloon about to burst.
“Fuck me now, Chase,” I said. “Put your cock inside me and pop my cherry now!”
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“Lay back and spread your legs,” Chase said. I lay back with my ass still at the edge of the bed. My knees were up and bent and my heels were resting on the bed next to my ass. It was a little like being in the stirrups at my gyno’s office.
Chase rubbed his fingers around my pussy to make sure I was wet enough. No problem there. I was like freakin’ Niagara Falls. Or the Hot Springs. Whatever. Chase covered his hand with my juices and then rubbed the juice around his cock.
“Try to relax,” he said, and he braced his palms on the bed beside me. The muscles across his chest and shoulders rippled as he lowered his cock to my pussy, almost like he was doing a pushup. He lowered himself until the head of his cock was at my pussy hole. I spread my legs wide and tried to calm my breathing.
I’d done my research. I’d talked to Rachel, the authority. She’d said it would hurt like a motherfucker for a minute, and then I’d forget all about the pain because the pleasure would take over. Then I’d want to do it all the time, just like she did.
“Are you sure about this?” Chase asked, pausing before pushing his cock into me.
I swallowed hard and said, “Yes. Just be gentle.” Jesus, how many girls had said that over the years? Just be gentle while you’re driving your cock through the little membrane that’s kept me pure all these years. The feeling of his cock pressed against my pussy overrode any fear that I might have had. I couldn’t imagine turning back now. No fucking way. I closed my eyes and put my hands on his arms.