Chapter 31: The Virgin Ass Training
The knock, when it came, was soft. Three tentative taps that sounded like a secret. Catriona, now dressed in a silken robe the color of old wine, nodded to Aidan from where she leaned against the bedroom doorframe. He stood by the desk, his body still humming from the shower, his skin smelling of bergamot and clean cotton. His heart hammered against his ribs.He opened the door. Freya stood there, backlit by the weak hallway light. She wore a simple, pale blue sundress, her long, Scandinavian-blonde hair loose around her shoulders. A leather satchel was slung across her body, the strap pressing between her small, perfect breasts.She looked even younger than nineteen.
“Professor,” she said, her voice a whisper. Her eyes darted past him, into the room, and caught sight of Catriona.A flicker of confusion, then understanding, crossed her face. It wasn’t fear.It was a kind of nervous recognition.
“Come in, Freya,” Aidan said, stepping back.His own voice surprised him with its steadiness.
She entered, the delicate scent of her perfume—something clean and floral—cutting through the lavender and masculine soap. She didn’t look at the bed. Her eyes fixed on the desk, on his open textbooks and the single lamp, as if it were a safe focal point.
Catriona closed the door with a quiet, definitive click.The sound made Freya jump slightly.
“You got the text,” Catriona stated, moving to stand behind the girl. She didn’t touch her, but her presence was a palpable pressure.Freya nodded, still looking at the desk. “The Roche limit diagram… it was a bit muddled, I know.”
Catriona laughed, a low, warm sound. “We’re past diagrams, sweetheart.” Her hands came up and rested on Freya’s shoulders.She felt the girl tense, then deliberately relax under her touch. “You know why you’re really here.Don’t you?”
Freya swallowed, her throat working. She finally turned her head, looking at Catriona.Her eyes were a startling, clear blue. “I think so.”
“Good.” Catriona’s hands slid down Freya’s arms, then to her waist.She turned the girl to face Aidan.“Look at him. He’s your professor. And tonight, he’s going to teach you something you won’t find in any textbook. You’re going to be a very good student, aren’t you?”
Freya’s gaze traveled down Aidan’s body. He saw the moment her eyes found the bulge in his grey sweatpants.Her lips parted slightly. A blush bloomed from her chest, up her neck, to her cheeks.“Yes,” she breathed.
“Take off the dress,” Catriona said, her voice losing its softness, becoming a command.
Freya’s fingers went to the thin straps of her sundress.She pushed them off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her body, puddling at her feet on the worn rug. She stood in simple white lace underwear—a bra and a tiny thong. Her body was athletic, slender, with the elegant lines of a part-time model.Her skin was flawless, pale like milk.
“All of it,” Catriona prompted.Freya unhooked her bra, letting it fall. Her breasts were small, high, with nipples the color of blush roses. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and peeled it down her thighs, stepping out of it. She was completely shaved, her pussy a neat, pink slit. And there, between the perfect curves of her arse, was a tiny, puckered rosebud, untouched.
Catriona circled her, an artist inspecting a subject.“Fuck, Aidan.Look at that. Have you ever seen anything so pristine?”
Aidan’s cock throbbed, straining against his sweatpants.He shook his head, unable to form words.
“Bend over the desk,” Catriona ordered, her hand firm on the small of Freya’s back. “Grip the other side. And don’t let go.”
Freya obeyed, moving with a grace that betrayed her nerves. She bent forward, her spine a beautiful curve, her arse tilting up towards the lamp’s golden light. The position pulled her pussy lips apart slightly, revealing a glimmer of wetness. Her virgin arsehole was fully exposed, a tight, dark pinprick amidst the pale flesh.Catriona picked up a bottle of lube from the desk. She squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers, the clear gel slick and obscene in the quiet room. She knelt behind Freya.“Watch, Aidan,” she said, not looking at him. “This is how you prepare a virgin.”
Catriona’s lubed fingers found Freya’s entrance. She didn’t push in immediately. She circled it, a slow, slick orbit that made Freya shudder and gasp.Her knuckles turned white where she gripped the desk edge.
“She’s trembling,” Catriona murmured, a note of awe in her voice. She pressed her thumb gently against the tight ring, applying steady pressure. It resisted, then yielded, the very tip of her thumb sinking in.Freya cried out, a sharp, shocked sound.
“Breathe through it, girl,” Catriona instructed, working her thumb in a little deeper, then pulling it out.She added more lube, then slowly pushed two fingers inside, scissoring them gently. “See how tight she is?Christ. It’s like a vise.”
Aidan shed his sweatpants.His cock sprang free, fully erect, thick and heavy. The sight of Catriona’s fingers working Freya’s ass, the sound of the girl’s choked whimpers, sent a jolt of raw lust through him that bordered on violence.
Catriona withdrew her fingers, wiping them on a towel. She stood and took Aidan’s shaft in her hand, slicking him with lube from base to tip.The cold gel made him hiss. She guided him forward, positioning the swollen, purple head of his cock against Freya’s glistening, stretched hole.“Alright, Professor,” Catriona whispered, her mouth by his ear. “Teach her.Slow.Push.”
Aidan placed his hands on Freya’s hips. Her skin was fever-hot.He applied pressure, his cockhead nudging insistently against her tight ring. It felt impossibly small. He watched, mesmerized, as her muscle resisted, then, with a soft, wet pop, the very tip of him breached her.Freya screamed. It was a raw, torn sound.Her whole body went rigid, a bowstring pulled taut.
“Stop,” Catriona commanded.Aidan froze, buried only an inch inside that searing, incredible tightness. Catriona leaned over, her red hair falling around Freya’s face. “Listen to me.The worst is over.That ring is broken. Now you have to learn to take the rest.Breathe.Relax your arse. Let him in.”
Tears streamed down Freya’s face, but she nodded, sobbing. Aidan felt a conscious, painful loosening of the muscle around his cockhead.
“Now,” Catriona said, looking at Aidan.“More.Slowly.”
He pushed. The resistance was still immense, a burning, stretching agony for her, he knew, but his cock sank deeper, inch by impossible inch. He watched himself disappear into her, her body swallowing him. Freya was sobbing openly now, her cries muffled against her arm.He bottomed out, his balls finally pressing flush against her skin. He was buried to the hilt in her ass.She was stuffed full of him. The heat and tightness were beyond anything he’d ever imagined. It was like being sheathed in living, clenching silk.“Fuck,” he groaned, his own eyes rolling back for a second. “Oh, god, Freya… you perfect thing…”
“Now move,” Catriona said. She had pulled the chair to the side and sat, watching, her legs crossed, her own arousal evident in the flush on her chest.“Fuck her. Make it good for her.”
Aidan drew back, the drag exquisite, then pushed back in.Freya whimpered. He did it again, establishing a rhythm, slow and deep. The sounds were filthy: the wet slap of his flesh against hers, the slick squelch of his cock pistoning in and out of her well-lubed hole.Then something shifted. A hitching gasp from Freya that didn’t sound like pain.Her back arched. “Oh… oh, what’s…”
“There it is,” Catriona purred.“You found her spot.Hit it again, Aidan. Right there.”
He angled his hips, driving into her with more purpose. On the next thrust, Freya screamed again, but this time it was a scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her ass muscles convulsed around him, rippling in a shocking, tight orgasm. Her pussy, which had been visible from behind, gushed, a stream of her juices dripping down her inner thighs onto the rug.“Yes! Oh, God, Professor, yes!” she babbled, her face a mask of bewildered ecstasy.Her orgasm triggered his own. The sight of her coming, the feel of her ass clamping down on him, Catriona’s intense, approving gaze—it was too much. With a roar, he slammed into her one last time and let go. His orgasm ripped through him, violent and endless, his cum pumping deep into her bowels, filling the tight channel he’d conquered.
He collapsed over her, spent, his cock still twitching inside her. For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the drip of lube and cum onto the floor.Catriona stood. She walked over, put a hand on Aidan’s back, and gently pulled him out.His cock slid free with a wet, sucking noise. Freya’s asshole gaped slightly, red and used, a trickle of his white cum already leaking from it.
Catriona took Freya by the chin, turning the girl’s tear-streaked, blissful face towards her. She kissed her, deeply, swallowing the girl’s whimpers.Then she pulled back.
“Good girl,” Catriona said, her voice thick with ownership and satisfaction. She looked at Aidan’s softening, filthy cock, then at Freya’s dazed face.“Now, Freya.Clean him off. Use your mouth.Get every last drop. Then you can go.”
Without a word, Freya sank to her knees on the sticky rug, her blue eyes wide and obedient. She took Aidan into her mouth, tasting herself and him, and began to lick him clean.
Catriona watched, a smile playing on her lips, her hand coming to rest possessively on Aidan’s hip. The tutorial was over.The lesson had been learned. And she was already thinking of the next one.