The Naughty Virgin: A Teacher Student Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  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 wide 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.

  And the additional friction must have gotten to him as well because with a mighty roar, Stone unleashed in me, his balls pulling high and spurting, lash after lash of hot white shooting up my channel as his dick jerked and kicked wildly inside.

  “Ahhhhh,” he roared, those massive muscles pinning me to his hard form, my soft body clenching and unclenching, boobs shivering and shaking as we rode our release, my pussy milking him for more, more, more.

  And finally, we collapsed, our limbs tangled, covered in a slight sheen of sweat. Stone was huge and heavy, pressing me into the air mattress, so dominant, so sexy that I could hardly catch my breath. But evidently Mr. Phillips still had his sense of humor after a massive orgasm because a big hand slipped between us to nuzzle at my folds, parting that soft flesh even though his dick was still buried deep inside. With a swift pinch, he tickled my clit, making me shriek again, the sensation so dirty, tingles running through my body, my cunt welling up again with lust.

  And the big man laughed.

  “You know what I love about you baby?” he whispered against my
relaxed form, that huge body pressing me into the mattress. “You have something called ‘dog.’”

  And I turned to stare at him over my shoulder. Had he really just taken my virginity, no, forced me to take my own virginity, and then called me a dog? My brows lowered and I got ready to scream.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Stone

  I loved everything about the brunette. At the mention of the word ‘dog,’ she was immediately on high alert despite the fact that she was nude in my arms, my cock seated deep inside that tiny pussy. Oh yeah, Evie was tight, unbelievably small and I planned on working myself into her again … and again … and again.

  But in the meantime, I wanted to tease, get a rise out of the beautiful brunette. And it seemed my comment had worked.

  “What the fuck is ‘dog?’” Evie demanded indignantly, boobs quivering while propping herself up on her elbows to glare at me over her shoulder. I loved it, the brunette was so sassy, so fine. I was literally draped all over her, my cock buried in her snatch, and yet she didn’t hesitate to give me lip.

  “Baby, I didn’t say you were a dog or a female bitch in heat, nothing like that,” I murmured, reaching one hand around to tweak a nipple. “I just said you have something that I call ‘dog.’”

  But the little girl wasn’t dumb. Shaking my hand free, she fixed me with big brown eyes, staring hard.

  “What the fuck is ‘dog’?” she demanded again, this time with a huffy look on her face. “Seriously, you don’t just sleep with a woman and then say the word ‘dog’ in the next sentence.”

  And I gave in. I loved her sassiness, her know-it-all ways and the girl was so intelligent too. Evie knew the difference between ‘dog’ as a noun and ‘dog’ as an adjective.

  “All I’m saying is that I love your pussy, baby,” I reassured, pulling her tighter onto my cock, holding her close. “Dog’s this thing where when I pull out of your pussy, I can see the ring of your lips pulling as well, sticking to my cock like they don’t want it to go. It’s a circle of pink, what I call ‘dog,’” I said mischievously.