Evie cocked her head at me curiously.
“What do you mean?”
And I just sighed. The little girl really had no idea of how appealing she was, genuine, sweet, and smart, all rolled up in a curvy, sexy package, nor did she have any idea that guys were dogs, even teachers who were supposed to be mentors and guides.
“All I’m saying is, be sure to look over your shoulder, you know?” I rumbled, getting up from my chair. “Don’t let Holmes get you into a classroom alone.”
Evie smiled sassily then.
“The way we are now, Mr. Phillips?” she asked provocatively, jutting a hip out. “I mean, I’m alone in a classroom with you right now. Am I in danger?”
And I was all over her then, taking her mouth in a deep kiss, parting her lips with my own, inhaling her scent as she sighed.
“Yeah, you’re in a lot of fucking danger,” I rasped down her throat, my hands stroking up and down her waist before coming around to weigh her breasts in my palms, squeeze that delectable flesh. “Because you’re about to get fucked.”
And I was afraid my crass words, the dirty talk would turn her off but the little girl’s lashes just fluttered, her body going soft in my arms.
“Am I?” she breathed, “Am I really? Then do it.”
And actions speak louder than words. I maneuvered her to the back of the classroom, next to my desk where I’d blown up an air mattress. Yeah, it’s not fancy at all, actually it’s pretty pathetic but I’d tried to make it nice. The mattress was covered with a silk sheet and I’d put some flowers next to it, plus a couple candles so the darkened classroom flickered with romantic ambience.
“For me?” she breathed sassily. “Oh my.”
And I groaned against her neck.
“Honey, I’m sorry it’s not fancy but the next time, it will be, I promise,” I ground out into her smooth flesh. “I didn’t want to jump the gun and scare you, I wanted to keep you in an environment you knew, were familiar with, but at the same time … I can’t wait any longer.”
But Evie pulled back for a moment, her eyes big pools of melted chocolate.
“Is there going to be a next time?” she whispered against my mouth, her tongue flickering against mine, tantalizing, teasing.
And I groaned again, pulling that curvy body towards me so that it was flush against my muscled chest, my dick grinding into her tummy.
“You bet there’s gonna be a next time,” I growled, pulling her hair a bit so that she arched her neck from the tension, deliciously aroused. “But fuck, let’s just stick with this time, baby girl.”
And with that, I began ravaging the untouched virgin. I kissed her mouth, trailed my lips down her chin, across her jaw, before dipping lower and skimming against her décolletage. Oh fuck, she was so delicious, so creamy as I tasted the soft flesh with the tip of my tongue.
“Take off your shirt,” I rasped and with trembling fingers, Evie obeyed. One button after another popped open and my dick punched out ninety degrees at the sight of her tits. Because she hadn’t worn a bra and her Double Ds were on full display, huge, pendulous, tipped with hard bits of pink at the top.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my eyes glued to that chest. “Oh fuck little girl, how’d you get so beautiful?”
And without losing a beat, Evie was on her knees in front of me, her hands on my belt.
“What the fu-?” I began, puzzled. I hadn’t even kissed her yet, tasted that breastflesh in my mouth and she was on her knees in front of me?
But the girl had a plan. Her clever fingers had undone my belt and fly, my dick popping out like a mast and now she was cupping her tits, one in each hand, pushing them together so that a deep valley formed in between.
“Fuck my tits, Mr. Phillips,” she whispered slyly, looking up at me from under her lashes. “I know you’re a boob guy, fuck ‘em.”
And what could I do but obey? The little nymphet was so sexy and yet so nasty that my pulse went ballistic, the blood pumping into my pole at a million miles an hour, so hard and pounding that I thought I’d explode.
But I couldn’t. I hadn’t driven myself into Evie yet and that was number one on the list. So I only let myself take a few strokes between her boobs. Licking my palm, I wet my dick with my hand before guiding the missile vertically between her jugs, feeling the soft bellies caress me, cushion me.
“Ahhh,” I grunted, unable to hold back. “Feels so fucking good.”
And the little girl didn’t even reply, she was watching hungrily as my penis stroked up and down between those mountainous titties, the head disappearing and reappearing every few seconds between her generous flesh.
And the little slut did something that surprised me then. Timing her rhythm perfectly, she leaned down and licked the tip of my dick on each upswing, catching a bit of sperm in her mouth, smacking her lips before bobbing down for another sweet sip.
“Ohhhh fuck,” I groaned. “What the fuck, what the fuck.”
And the little girl was canny. She shifted her boobs, pushing my dick higher up and now when she leaned down she was able to get both lips around my glans on each upswing, giving me a slight suck with every stroke.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I ground out, “Fuuuuuuck.”
But with the last ounce of my self-control, I pulled back, my chest heaving, abs tight, staring at the brunette with a mixture of awe and wonder.
“I thought you said you were a virgin,” I panted, balls tight, dark streaks slashed across my cheeks. I was so fucking turned on that I was ready to pound her into the mattress right then, right there, virginal status be damned. “So how the fuck did you get so slutty?”
And the girl merely smiled coyly, standing up again, her boobs a little red and chafed from our fuck session. She sucked the tip of her finger and trailed it between her titties, as if missing my dick and whined slightly.
“Why Mr. Phillips, I’m no slut,” she cooed, batting her lashes at me. “I’m just a naughty, naughty girl.”
But she was a total whore and knew it. So I decided to treat her like one.
“Skirt. Off,” I commanded, shedding my clothes in matter of seconds.
And that got her attention. Because I’m cut and really toned, like the fitness models you see in men’s magazines. I wear the regular schoolteacher schleppy clothes to fit in, but once the material comes off you can see all the hard work I put in. Yep, lifting weights, doing cardio five times a week and eating right did the trick, and more than a few women had swooned when they saw me in my full glory.
And fortunately Evie was no different. Her eyes opened wide, her cheeks coloring as she looked me up and down. My dick just punched out more, leaking at the tip.
“Like what you see, little girl?” I teased, my voice raspy with need. “Because you’re about to feel me all over you.”
And a gorgeous flush spread over her body, her breasts going slightly pink, her tummy reddening a bit.
“Mr. Phillips,” she gasped, eyes wide, eating me up. “Mr. Phillips.”
Evidently the brunette was so stunned that she couldn’t manage more, rooted in place, her eyes feasting on my male physique. So chuckling, I did it for her. Without losing a moment, I grabbed her by the waist and ripped that little plaid number right off her body, leaving Evie in nothing but her panties and a pair of high-heeled Mary Janes.
“I told you to take off your skirt,” I growled threateningly. “And if you don’t do it, then it’s too fucking bad,” I said, dropping the limp piece of fabric onto the floor.
“But Mr. Phillips,” she gasped, looking at the destroyed clothing, the skirt in nothing but tatters now. “What am I going to wear outside? Oh my god, how am I going to leave this classroom?”
And I shrugged.
“You’ll figure something out,” I growled before grabbing her and pulling that curvy form to me again. “We’ll figure it out,” I assured her, and with that, it was on.
I kissed her again, my hands stroking everywhere, across the little tummy, caressing her wi
de hips and finally dipping down into the vee between her legs.
“Oh!” she cried, “oh oh oh!”
I chuckled deeply. Evie’s pussy had gushed again, the lacy fabric dark and sopping at the crotch.
“Turn around baby girl,” I commanded, and this time she obeyed.
Whirling like a ballerina, she spun so that her back was to me and bent down, her head between her knees, running her hands down the sleek length of her calves to grab her ankles.
“Be-be gentle with me, okay Mr. Phillips? Be gentle,” she breathed.
And a low growl crept out from my chest. But I didn’t bother to reply because there were more important things to be done. Slowly, I inched her panties over her ass until her peachy globes were bare. I kissed each one, tonguing the fullness, savoring the meaty flesh before pulling her panties down entirely and coaxing her to step out.
“Mmm,” she moaned, kicking them off. “Mmmm.”
“Have you been good?” I intoned, running my big palms lightly up and down the backs of her thighs, squeezing the heft, the fullness. I love a curvy girl, I love being able to get big handfuls of juicy flesh, biting into real woman.
“I have,” she breathed. “I promise.”
“Show me the grape then,” I rasped. “It better be the same grape I pushed inside yesterday.”
And with slow hands, the little girl reached up to her butt and pulled the orbs apart, baring everything from clit to ass. And right between her labia, snugly tucked in there, was a shiny bit of light green. It peeped out from between her nether lips, the pink glistening and slick, embracing it, cushioning the fruit between her folds.
And I had to taste. Leaning forwards, I ran my tongue up her pussy lips, letting the flat trail across the skin of the grape, lapping up that sweet succulent nectar.
“Ohhh!” she squealed, eyes clenched tight, her pussy clenching instinctively. “Ohhh!”
And I chuckled deep in my chest before going back in for another taste, running my tongue up and down her fleshy labia, nipping, biting lightly at the puffy lips before giving her another few deep laps, trailing my tongue from clit all the way up to her asshole, pausing only to push my tongue into that dark secret space, spear her a bit.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, eyes flying open to stare at me over her shoulder. “Did you …?”
I nodded, my mouth still pressed against her folds, my mouth and chin completely covered with female ambrosia.
“I did, baby girl,” I ground out. “Every part of you tastes good, including your butt.”
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she chanted, moaning a bit as I continued tonguing that secret space. But I wanted the grape out first.
“Baby,” I murmured as I speared into her, “I’m gonna pull it out of you now.”
And she couldn’t answer, the sensations too strong, distracting her from hearing my words.
So I caressed her vaginal lips a bit, running a finger up and down that sweet, slick flesh, but I wasn’t about to hook it in and pop it out with my hand. Hell no, that was too easy. Instead my pressed my face into her pussy and began fishing with my tongue, trying to nudge the grape out with a bit of oral acrobatics.
“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck!” Evie squealed, clutching her ankles again, boobs heaving, rump swaying as I dug around inside her with my tongue. “Fuuuuuck!”
And I just growled low in my throat with satisfaction, continuing my oral ministrations. It’s tougher than you think. A grape is small, smooth and slippery and there was so much fucking cream that I was slipping and sliding inside, pushing this way and that with no luck. The sensations only made Evie gush more, warm liquid pouring out of her cunt hole, a geyser welling up from deep inside, slipping down my throat.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “You taste amazing but this is fucking hard. You’re too wet,” I slapped her ass.
And the brunette just squealed and wriggled her hips.
“Try again,” she gasped, head down still, cunt trembling. “I’ll help you this time.”
And I shook my head but went in for another deep dive. This time, I put my entire mouth around her vaginal hole like a suction cup and inhaled deeply, smooshed deep within those fleshy orbs, my mouth and lips like a powerful vacuum. And simultaneously, Evie bore down with her internal muscles, pushing hard with her pussy and a quick “pop” sounded, the grape shooting into my mouth like a rocket.
Oh fuck, the little orb was warm from being in her body. I rolled the fruit around, savoring the sweet pussy taste, thinking to where it’d just been before biting down, juices squirting out, the sweet sugar mixing with Evie’s cum before swallowing the whole mess.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I ground out, lipping at her ass again.
And the little girl just giggled.
“Ready to take me then?” she said, casting me a sly glance, those brown eyes warm. “Because I’m waiting.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Evie
I couldn’t believe I was acting like such a slut. I’m a virgin but somehow Stone made me act like a whore, like I was an experienced woman ready to put it all out … and then some.
Because he’d just sucked a grape out of my pussy and you know what? I wanted more. I didn’t even hesitate, I couldn’t wait. While the big man was still chewing, swallowing the small piece of fruit, I dropped to my hands and knees on the air mattress and shook my kitty at him, baiting him, teasing him.
“Come and get it” I murmured coyly, batting my lashes.
And the big male just shook his head.
“Fuck, you wanna do it animal style your first time?” he growled. “It’ll be easier missionary, I can go slow.”
But that’s not what I was lusting for. I didn’t want some slow slide, the slow creep of a penis into my vaginal channel. I needed dick NOW and was desperate to get it, to be fucked for the first time.
So I flirted and winked, doing my best to drive him over the edge.
“Please,” I breathed, wiggling my kitty at him again. “Please, Mr. Phillips.”
And the big man groaned, dark slashes of color across his cheeks, chest and abs tight, those thick thighs bulging as he knelt in back of me. Moaning, I dropped my head like a flower too heavy on the stalk. His hand ran through my folds once more and finding them dripping, growled with satisfaction.
“Now little girl,” he husked, his massive form behind me, still, tense, and oh so aroused. “I’m gonna put my dick right here,” he said, placing his glans against my sweet, hot hole, “and I want you to fuck yourself back onto me. Show me how much you want it.”
And I whined desperately. I’d been hoping that Stone would drive it into me with one deep push, that he’d embed himself in two seconds flat but evidently my torturer had different ideas. A big hand ran down my back, caressing the sinuous S before squeezing my rump.
“That’s right,” he rasped. “I want to see how desperate a virgin can be. I want you to fuck me.”
And I was too distracted to even care anymore. With a wriggle of my hips, I drove backwards, catching him in my hole one inch, then two. It felt so good, my pussy lips splitting over the hard man meat, sucking him in, my first taste of dick.
“Ahhh!” I screamed. “Fuck!”
“That’s right,” he rasped in back of me, hands gripping my hips. “Show me how much you want it Evie.”
And with another wriggle, I fucked back again, this time scooting my pussy a few more inches up his dick, my sweet flesh wrapped around that cock like a hungry kitty, greedy, eager.
“I need it, I need it,” I panted.
And the big man soothed me.
“I know you do,” he murmured. “But we’re at the hard part now. Can you do it, little girl? Can you?”
Because I’d felt the vibrations too. On the last backwards thrust, his dick had come up against my internal barrier, I’d felt his penis touch something deep inside, rubbery with a little give. So the moment had finally come. It was time for me to break my hymen.
And gathering my courage,
I scrunched up my eyes and concentrated. With a deep inhale and short scream, I lunged backwards, pushing my ass back, almost coming off my knees in my desperation to get fucked. And it worked. With a scream and a tear, my hymen broke, the proof of my virginity gone, the bane of my existence disappeared.
And it felt so good, so incredibly full, so satisfying to have a dick inside, to finally, finally, feel what women all over the world creamed for. I panted, almost crying, my eyes literally filling with tears as my body adjusted, the relief overwhelming even as Stone shifted within me, making my breath catch again.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned gutturally. “I’ve never seen something so beautiful. Your ass baby, your pussy, they’re just so good.”
And with that, he took over. Leaning over to drop a kiss on my shoulder, he whispered in my ear.
“Are you ready little girl? Ready for the ride of your life?”
And without waiting for an answer, he began to rock. Gently at first, slowly, aware that my flesh was new, my pussy had never been touched this deep before. It was sensational, the slow slide of his dick in and out.
But it wasn’t enough, wasn’t anywhere near enough so wordlessly, I squeezed my internal muscles while humping my butt back again slightly, silently begging for more.
And the big man chuckled deep in his throat, knowing exactly what I was asking for. He braced one massive hand on the mattress and grabbed a breast with the other.
“Little girl, I’m about to fuck you good,” he rasped, twirling the nipple with big fingers.
And true to his word, the rhythm began. Stone pulled back, then pushed in before pulling back again, making my pussy churn, my insides tremble, touching me so deep that shivers ran up my spine, my cunt dripping wildly, wet and hungry. And the sweet slide was so amazing, so incredible, that I didn’t last long. After a minute or two of his ministrations, I was done for, too new and nubile to be able to control my excitement.
So with a scream and a long “Fuuuuuck!” I came, my pussy clamping hard on his dick inside, spasming again and again on the hot rod, my whole body clenching, my spine snapping backwards, the sensation was so fierce, so intense. “Shit!” I screamed.
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