Teachable: Titillating Tutors

by Ivana Shaft

  Teachable

  Titillating Tutors

  Ivana Shaft

  Eromantica Publications

  Contents

  Synopsis

  Sneak Peek

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Excerpt

  About the Author

  Also by Ivana Shaft

  Copyright © 2014 by Ivana Shaft

  All rights reserved.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover photo by Dashek.

  First Edition: October 2014

  Synopsis

  Inexperienced Sarah is about to start college, but before the untouched blonde goes, she needs a seasoned tutor to break her in hard and raw.

  Her hot new neighbor is the perfect candidate to tutor her, especially since she’s had a crush on him for a while, long before the sexy older man moved in across the street.

  Back in the day, he never gave her anything less than a B, but this time, she’s about to score a D.

  18+ only*

  *NB: The story depicted here is intended for mature audiences. It most likely contains coarse language and highly graphic depictions of sex acts meant to titillate and excite the reader. All copulating characters are 18 years or older.

  Sneak Peek

  Mr. Smith

  …I tiptoe toward the front of the house and watch Sarah from behind one of my new window curtains for a while, hiding from view.

  She looks nervous as she stands in front of my door, and when I manage to stop staring at the curve of her large breasts, I notice that her chest is moving quite rapidly; she is breathing hard.

  I always wondered how such a tiny little frame as hers could handle such a rack.

  She is dressed modestly—probably still self-conscious about any possible nosy neighbors figuring out what she’s up to.

  She is holding what looks like a store-bought cake; a housewarming gift, how cute.

  Meanwhile, I know the real housewarming gift is under that sundress.

  I go to the door and pull it open with a wide smile.

  “Thank you,” I say as she holds the cake up to me. Then I gesture backward, inviting her in.

  She jumps when I close the door—we both know what she’s got coming to her.

  She looks up at me and says, “Nice place you’ve got here, Mr. Smith.”

  “Even nicer now that you’re in it.” I look at her intently and lower my voice. “Can I help you, Sarah?”

  “Yes,” she says. “It’s a little personal, but I’ve been having a little trouble in this area.”

  She lifts up her dress, and I see that she has no underwear on…

  Chapter 1

  Sarah

  I leave for college in less than two weeks and still haven’t lost my virginity.

  My friends make fun of me and tell me stories about what it’s like to have a stiff, hard cock between their legs, and I find myself growing wet and having to rub myself afterward to ease the throbbing desire to feel the same.

  Most of my friends lost their virginity in high school, but none of the guys there interested me.

  For some reason, I’m only interested in older men—they’re just sexier and seem stronger.

  I had a thing for my History teacher back in the day, but, of course, that couldn’t really go anywhere.

  Now that I’m of age I wonder if he’d give me a shot?

  Of course, I’m just fantasizing—I no longer see him almost every day, and I don’t even know where to find him, except to maybe pop back in my old school and look around.

  I’m tempted sometimes to do just that and see if he’s still there, and if he still makes me hot like he used to.

  Every time I saw him walk into class with his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong, masculine forearms, dusted with dark hair, and those black slacks over his tight butt, I needed to fan myself.

  He had a strong jaw and thick salt and pepper hair, wise-looking eyes and a gorgeous smile.

  My tight little pussy came alive whenever he was around, and I know I wasn’t the only one who thought he was cute either. Lots of girls used to giggle before and after class, tossing around theories about what his dick looks like—how long and wide it would be.

  I turned eighteen the summer after graduation, and I figured I’d never see his sexy ass again, or get the chance to feel his large, capable hands on me and find out if what they say about large hands is true.

  I wanted him to feel me bounce on top of him as he broke me in and popped my cherry, have him over me, crushing against my southern slit as he pushed his dick in and out of me.

  I wanted him to take me from behind—doggy style—like I watched in online clips.

  I wanted him to school me on various sexual positions, but I guess I have to settle for someone else.

  I don’t want to go to college all untouched and inexperienced, so I keep my eyes open for other possible candidates.

  I’m being really careful and picky since I can only lose my virginity once, and I don’t want to give it up to just anyone; I don’t want to resort to having my cherry popped by some young guy sniffing around me.

  I need the knowing experience of someone wiser, older, stronger.

  I need someone who can make me feel like a woman.

  My mom is away for a few days on a brief business trip, so I’m home alone on one of my last lazy days before college when I suddenly notice someone moving into the house across the street from us.

  My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when I see who it is—I recognize that swagger, that delicious handsome resting face, and that deliciously masculine form.

  I practically run out of the house to greet my new neighbor, but first, I make sure my wavy blond hair looks good, and that my face looks pretty.

  I touch up my lip gloss, then change out of my shorts to a pink skirt for good measure, making sure that my toned and smooth tanned legs are visible.

  I’m wearing a flimsy white tank with no bra since my young, perky tits sit high and proud. They are a little big, though, so they bounce as I quickly make my way over to my new neighbor.

  “Mr. Smith? Is that you?” I say, trying to control the excitement I feel and not seem too giddy and schoolgirl-like.

  My old teacher stares at me for a moment, and then blinks and says, “Sarah! My god, it’s good to see you.”

  His eyes briefly glance at my tits and I can tell he’s trying hard to keep his eyes on my face.

  “It’s great to see you!” I say, throwing my arms around him in a hug, making sure to press my soft breasts against him.

  He accepts the hug, but briefly, pulling back after a few seconds.

  Dang it. I wanted to hold him there a litt
le longer.

  I feel like his arms are held out, physically holding me at a distance, but they are at his side.

  “About to enter the real world at last, huh?” he says with a disarming, brilliant smile. “How does it feel to finally go off on your own soon?”

  His smile looks wide and friendly, but his eyes aren’t as warm as I had hoped, and he is now standing with his arms folded across his chest as he looks at me from behind his glasses.

  I wonder what he’s really thinking.

  Then I realize what he is doing, and I guess I get it—he still feels uncomfortable since I was his student not too long ago. He still sees me as a little girl.

  “I’m so excited, Mr. Smith. So much to see, so much to do; I can’t wait to experience life as an adult,” I say. Then I look at him slyly. “I just wish I had gotten to do a few things before I leave.”

  He looks confused. “But you still have time, don’t you? What kind of things?”

  I lower my voice conspiratorially. “Well, you know—it’s college. Everybody’s, like…you know—getting more experience. I feel like such a loser—I don’t have any at all.”

  “I see,” he says, looking at me intently.

  “Anyway, like you said, I still have time. Hopefully, I can get some in by then. Welcome to the neighborhood, Mr. Smith,” I say, turning back toward my house with a final flirty wave at him.

  I know he’s still watching me, so as I get halfway to my place, I pretend to stumble across something and bend slowly to pick it up from the ground, giving him a solid view of the thong underneath my skirt and my smooth ass cheeks.

  Let him chew on that for a bit.

  I smile as I walk the rest of the way to my house, knowing exactly who I was going to give my virginity to.

  It was like fate, like that book The Secret.

  I thought of Mr. Smith and he pretty much appeared.

  I try to come up with a plan, so it’s not too obvious what I’m up to.

  But what was I supposed to say if I went over to his place?

  He was almost all moved in by now, although I suspect he’s probably not done putting everything in its place.

  Maybe I could ask him to help me brush up on some History?

  Yeah, that’s it—I’ll find something I used to be really weak on and pretend I want to be prepared for more of it in college. Who cares if I actually have to take a class in the subject or not? Students changed their minds about their majors and stuff all the time.

  Then I decide that that idea is too lame.

  I figure I could just pretend I’m being neighborly and figure out some kind of housewarming or welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift—like cherry pie or something.

  I just need a simple in, and once inside his place, my tight, young little body, and his reaction to it will no doubt do the rest.

  God, I hope he has a fat, meaty cock.

  I plan to find out very soon.

  Chapter 2

  Mr. Smith

  Holy shit, Sarah looks a lot different outside of her casual school-wear.

  What was she thinking leaving her house looking like that? That tiny-ass skirt, barely covering her beautifully smooth, toned body, and that practically see-through top.

  Her hair was tussled sexily, and her big blue eyes stayed on my face like she couldn’t take those sweet peepers off me.

  I’m much older than she is—I knew exactly what she was up to immediately, and once I got over the shock that her intention was to tantalize me as she practically skipped up to me and batted those eyes, I know what her plan will be. I heard every word she was saying outside of her actual words.

  Everything she was thinking and hoping was all over her face, and I know for a fact she’ll try to get in my bed soon.

  The thing is, can I possibly resist her?

  My cock twitched at the sight of her, and it twitches now at the memory of her; in fact, I suspect I’ll have a hard time sleeping tonight. Thoughts of her beautiful perky breasts in that flimsy white top will haunt me, and don’t even get me started on that peekaboo moment where she bent over and flashed me her ass and the promise of ramming her from behind.

  I will dream of red thongs tonight, hand on my throbbing cock.

  That hot little number is begging for it, and I will teach her a lesson.

  I couldn’t look at her like that back in the day, but I sure as hell noticed her.

  She never knew and was probably unaware of how much she gave herself away.

  I have plenty of experience and know what it looks like when a girl wants you, and I’ve had time to develop my poker face and pretend I don’t notice.

  She still hasn’t developed one, and maybe she won’t—who cares?

  That girl has made it clear she wants my cock inside her.

  She’s legal, and my dick has made it abundantly clear that it wants her right back.

  My blood still hasn’t stopped rushing there.

  I toss and turn throughout the night, making it through only by jacking off to thoughts and fantasies of Sarah.

  By midday the next day, I hear a knock on my door, and I’m almost sure it’s her, here to tease me with her tight little body again.

  After she left my place yesterday, I tried to talk myself out of wanting her, but that sweet little round face with those big blue eyes looking at me the way she did—she’s asking for it, begging me for it, and it doesn’t seem like she wants anything more than a good fuck. So why shouldn’t I give it to her?

  I would be doing her a favor if it’s a seasoned lover she wants to break her in.

  And lord knows it’s been a while since I’ve been in a tight little pussy—I haven’t been with a virgin in over a decade.

  Now here comes this sweet little morsel again, offering herself up to me.

  How can I refuse? She’s leaving soon anyway.

  I tiptoe toward the front of the house and watch Sarah from behind one of my new window curtains for a while, hiding from view.

  She looks nervous as she stands in front of my door, and when I manage to stop staring at the curve of her large breasts, I notice that her chest is moving quite rapidly; she is breathing hard.

  I always wondered how such a tiny little frame as hers could handle such a rack.

  She is dressed modestly—probably still self-conscious about any possible nosy neighbors figuring out what she’s up to.

  She is holding what looks like a store-bought cake; a housewarming gift—how cute.

  Meanwhile, I know the real housewarming gift is under that sundress.

  I go to the door and pull it open with a wide smile.

  “Thank you,” I say as she holds the cake up to me. Then I gesture backward, inviting her in.

  She jumps when I close the door—we both know what she’s got coming to her.

  She looks up at me and says, “Nice place you’ve got here, Mr. Smith.”

  “Even nicer now that you’re in it.” I look at her intently and lower my voice. “Can I help you, Sarah?”

  “Yes,” she says. “It’s a little personal, but I’ve been having a little trouble in this area.”

  She lifts up her dress, and I see that she has no underwear on.

  This little tart has managed to surprise me.

  Her shaved pussy is suddenly looking at me, and the beginning stiffening I got from the sight of her at my doorstep has immediately grown into a raging hard-on.

  Then the little minx surprises me again as she holds her dress up with one hand, and with the other, uses her slender, manicured fingers to touch herself there.

  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.