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  And with that, I begin ravaging the untouched virgin. I kiss her mouth, trailing my lips down her chin and across her jaw before dipping lower and skimming against her décolletage. Oh fuck, she’s so delicious and creamy as I taste her soft flesh with the tip of my tongue.

  “Take off your shirt,” I rasp. With trembling fingers, Evie obeys. One button after another pops open, and my dick punches out to ninety degrees at the sight of her tits. She doesn’t have on a bra, which means her Double Ds are on full display, huge and pendulous and tipped with hard bits of pink at the top.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan, my eyes glued to her chest. “Oh fuck, little girl. How’d you get so beautiful?”

  Without skipping a beat, Evie drops to her knees in front of me, her hands on my belt.

  “What the fu-?” I begin, puzzled. I haven’t even kissed her yet, haven’t tasted that breast flesh in my mouth, and she’s on her knees in front of me?

  But the girl has a plan. Her clever fingers undo my belt and fly, causing my dick to pop out like a mast. Now, she’s cupping her tits, one in each hand, pushing them together so that a deep valley has formed in between.

  “Fuck my tits, Mr. Phillips,” she whispers slyly, looking up at me from under her lashes. “I know you’re a boob guy, so fuck ‘em.”

  And what can I do but obey? The little nymphet is so sexy and yet so nasty that my pulse has gone ballistic, the blood pumping into my pole at a million miles an hour, so hard and pounding that I think I might explode.

  But I can’t explode yet. I haven’t driven myself into Evie, and that is 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 and cushion me.

  “Ahhh,” I grunt, unable to hold back. “Feels so fucking good.”

  Evie doesn’t reply. She’s too busy watching hungrily as my penis strokes up and down between those mountainous titties, the head disappearing and reappearing every few seconds between her generous flesh.

  And the little slut does something else that surprises me then. Timing her rhythm perfectly, she leans down and licks the tip of my dick on each upswing, catching a bit of sperm in her mouth and smacking her lips before bobbing down for another sweet sip.

  “Ohhhh fuck,” I groan. “What the fuck, what the fuck.”

  The little girl is canny. She shifts her boobs, pushing my dick higher up so that now when she leans down, she’s able to get both of her lips around my glans on each upswing, giving me a slight suck with every stroke.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I grind out. “Fuuuuuuck.”

  With the last ounce of my self-control, I pull back, my chest heaving and my abs tight. I stare at the brunette with a mixture of awe and wonder.

  “I thought you said you were a virgin,” I pant. My balls are tight, and I’m so fucking turned on that I’m ready to pound her into the mattress right then, right there, virginal status be damned. “So how the fuck did you get so slutty?”

  Evie merely smiles coyly, standing up again, her boobs a little red and chafed from our fuck session. Sucking the tip of her finger, she trails it between her titties, as if missing my dick, and whines slightly.

  “Why, Mr. Phillips, I’m no slut,” she coos, batting her lashes at me. “I’m just a naughty, naughty girl.”

  But she’s a total whore, and she knows it. So I decide to treat her like one.

  “Skirt … off,” I command, shedding my clothes in a matter of seconds.

  That gets 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 of the hard work I put in. Yep, lifting weights, doing cardio five times a week, and eating right does the trick, and more than a few women have swooned when they’ve seen me in my full glory.

  Fortunately, Evie is no exception. Her eyes open wide and her cheeks color as she looks me up and down. My dick just punches out more, leaking at the tip.

  “Like what you see, little girl?” I tease, my voice raspy with need. “Because you’re about to feel me all over you.”

  A gorgeous flush spreads over her body, her breasts going slightly pink, and her tummy reddening a bit.

  “Mr. Phillips,” she gasps, her eyes wide, eating me up. “Mr. Phillips.”

  Evidently, the brunette is so stunned that she can’t manage to say more. She’s rooted in place, her eyes feasting on my male physique. So chuckling, I do it for her. Without losing a beat, I grab her by the waist and rip 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 growl threateningly. “And if you don’t do it, then it’s too fucking bad,” I say, dropping the limp piece of fabric onto the floor.

  “But Mr. Phillips,” she gasps, looking at the destroyed clothing. The skirt is nothing but tatters now. “What am I going to wear outside? Oh my god, how am I going to leave this classroom?”

  I just shrug.

  “You’ll figure something out,” I growl before grabbing her and pulling that curvy form to me again. “We’ll figure it out,” I assure her, and with that, it’s on.

  I kiss her again, my hands stroking everywhere – wandering across her little tummy, caressing her wide hips, and finally dipping down into the vee between her legs.

  “Oh!” she cries out, “oh oh oh!”

  I chuckle deeply. Evie’s pussy has gushed again, the lacy fabric dark and sopping wet at the crotch.

  “Turn around, baby girl,” I command. This time, she obeys.

  Whirling like a ballerina, she spins so that her back is to me and bends 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 breathes.

  A low growl creeps out from my chest. But I don’t bother to reply because there are more important things to be done. Slowly, I inch her panties over her ass until her peachy globes are bare. I kiss each one, tonguing the fullness and savoring the meaty flesh before pulling her panties down entirely and coaxing her to step out of them.

  “Mmm,” she moans, kicking them off. “Mmmm.”

  “Have you been good?” I intone, running my big palms lightly up and down the backs of her thighs, squeezing the heft and the fullness. I love a curvy girl; I love being able to get big handfuls of juicy flesh and bite into a real woman.

  “I have,” she breathes. “I promise.”

  “Show me the grape then,” I rasp. “It better be the same grape I pushed inside of you yesterday.”

  With slow hands, the little girl reaches up to her butt and pulls the orbs apart, baring everything from clit to ass. And right between her labia, snugly tucked in there, is a shiny bit of light green. It is peeping out from between her nether lips, the pink glistening and slick, embracing it and cushioning the fruit between her folds.

  I have to taste it. Leaning forward, I run my tongue up her pussy lips, letting the flat part trail across the skin of the grape, lapping up that sweet, succulent nectar.

  “Ohhh!” she squeals, her eyes clenched tight as her pussy clenches instinctively. “Ohhh!”

  And I chuckle deep in my chest before going back in for another taste, running my tongue up and down her fleshy labia and nipping lightly at the puffy lips before giving her another few deep laps. I trail my tongue from her clit all the way up to her asshole, pausing only to push my tongue into that dark secret space and spear her a bit.

  “Oh my god,” she gasps, her eyes flying open to stare at me over her shoulder. “Did you …?”

  I nod, my mouth still pressed against her folds. My mouth and chin are completely covered with female ambrosia.

  “I did, baby girl,” I grind out. “Every part of you tastes good, including your butt.”


  “Oh my god, oh my god,” she chants, moaning a bit as I continue tonguing that secret space. But I want the grape out first.

  “Baby,” I murmur as I spear into her again, “I’m going to pull it out of you now.”

  She can’t answer. The sensations are too strong; they are distracting her from hearing my words.

  So I caress her vaginal lips a bit, running a finger up and down that sweet, slick flesh. But I’m not about to hook a finger in and pop it out with my hand. Hell no, that would be too easy. Instead, I press my face into her pussy and begin fishing with my tongue, trying to nudge the grape out with a bit of oral acrobatics.

  “Ohhhh fuuuuuuck!” Evie squeals, clutching her ankles again. Her boobs are heaving and her rump is swaying as I dig around inside her with my tongue. “Fuuuuuck!”

  I just growl low in my throat with satisfaction, continuing my oral ministrations. It’s tougher than you’d think. A grape is small, smooth, and slippery, and there’s so much fucking cream that I’m slipping and sliding inside, pushing this way and that with no luck. Those sensations only made Evie gush more, warm liquid pouring out of her cunt like a geyser that’s welling up from deep inside and slipping down my throat.

  “Fuck,” I gasp. “You taste amazing, but this is fucking hard. You’re too wet.” I slap her ass.

  In response, the brunette just squeals and wriggles her hips.

  “Try again,” she gasps, her head down still as her cunt trembles. “I’ll help you this time.”

  I shake my head, but I go in for another deep dive. This time, I put my entire mouth around her vaginal hole like a suction cup and inhale deeply, smooshed deep within those fleshy orbs, my mouth and lips like a powerful vacuum. Simultaneously, Evie bears down with her internal muscles, pushing hard with her pussy. A quick “pop” sounds as the grape shoots into my mouth like a rocket.

  Oh fuck, the little orb is warm from being in her body. I roll the fruit around, savoring the sweet pussy taste and thinking about where it has just been before I bite down. The juices of the grape squirt out, the sweet sugar mixing with Evie’s come just before I swallow the whole mess.

  “Fuck, you taste good,” I grind out, lipping at her ass again.

  And the little girl just giggles.

  “Ready to take me then?” she asks, casting me a sly glance at me, those brown eyes warm. “Because I’m waiting.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Evie

  I can’t believe I’m acting like such a slut. I’m a virgin, but somehow, Stone makes me act like a whore, like I’m an experienced woman ready to put it all out … and then some.

  He’d just sucked a grape out of my pussy, and you know what? I want more. I don’t even hesitate; I can’t wait. While the big man is still chewing, swallowing the small piece of fruit, I drop to my hands and knees on the air mattress and shake my kitty at him, baiting him, teasing him.

  “Come and get it,” I murmur coyly, batting my eyelashes.

  But the big male just shakes his head.

  “Fuck, you want to do it animal style your first time?” he growls. “It’ll be easier missionary; that way, I can go slowly.”

  But that’s not what I’m lusting for. I don’t want some slow slide, the slow creep of a penis into my vaginal channel. I need dick NOW, and I’m desperate to get it, to be fucked for the first time.

  So I flirt and wink, doing my best to drive him over the edge.

  “Please,” I pant, wiggling my kitty at him again. “Please, Mr. Phillips.”

  The man groans as dark splashes of color appear across his cheeks. His chest and abs are tight, those thick thighs bulging as he kneels behind me. Moaning, I drop my head like a flower that’s too heavy on the stalk. His hand runs through my folds once more. Upon finding them dripping, he growls with satisfaction.

  “Now, little girl,” he whispers huskily, his massive form behind me, still tense and oh so aroused. “I’m going to put my dick right here,” he says, 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.”

  At those words, I whine desperately. I’d hoped that Stone would drive it into me with one deep push – that he’d embed himself in two seconds flat – but evidently, my torturer has a different plan. His big hand runs down my back, caressing the sinuous S before squeezing my rump.

  “That’s right,” he rasps. “I want to see how desperate a virgin can be. I want you to fuck me.”

  And I’m too distracted by his caress to even care anymore. With a wriggle of my hips, I drive backward, catching him in my hole one inch, then two. It feels so good, my pussy lips splitting over the hard man meat, sucking him in. My first real taste of dick.

  “Ahhh!” I scream. “Fuck!”

  “That’s right,” he rasps from behind me, his hands gripping my hips. “Show me how much you want it, Evie.”

  And with another wriggle, I arch 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 and eager.

  “I need it, I need it,” I pant.

  “I know you do,” Stone murmurs soothingly. “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 backward thrust, his dick had come up against my internal barrier; I’d felt his penis touch something deep inside, rubbery with a little give. The moment has finally come. It’s time for me to break my hymen.

  Gathering my courage, I scrunch up my eyes and concentrate. With a deep inhale and a short scream, I lung backward, pushing my ass back, almost coming off my knees in my desperation to get fucked. And it works. With a scream and a tear, my hymen breaks. The proof of my virginity is gone; the bane of my existence has disappeared.

  It feels so good, so incredibly full, so satisfying to have a dick inside of me – to finally feel what women all over the world cream for. I pant, almost crying, my eyes literally filling with tears as my body adjusts. The relief is overwhelming, even as Stone shifts within me, making my breath catch again.

  “Fuuuuck,” he groans gutturally. “I’ve never seen something so beautiful. Your ass, baby, and your pussy – they’re just so good.”

  And with that compliment, he takes over. Leaning over to drop a kiss on my shoulder, he whispers into my ear. “Are you ready, little girl? Ready for the ride of your life?”

  Without waiting for an answer, he begins to rock. Gently at first, and slowly, aware that my flesh is new. My pussy has never been touched this deep before. The slide of his dick in and out is sensational.

  But it’s not enough, nowhere near enough. So wordlessly, I squeeze my internal muscles while humping my butt back again slightly, silently begging for more.

  Stone chuckles deep in his throat, knowing exactly what I’m asking for. He braces one massive hand on the mattress and grabs a breast with the other.

  “Little girl, I’m about to fuck you hard,” he rasps, twirling my nipple with his big fingers.

  True to his word, the rhythm begins. Stone pulls back, then pushes in before pulling back again, making my pussy churn and my insides tremble. His dick is touching me so deep that it causes shivers to run up my spine. My cunt is dripping wildly, wet and hungry. The sweet slide is so amazing, so incredible, that I don’t last long. After a minute or two of his ministrations, I’m done for, too new and nubile to be able to control my excitement.

  So with a scream and a long “Fuuuuuck!” I come, my pussy clamping hard on his dick, spasming again and again on the hot rod. My whole body is clenching, my spine snapping backwards; the sensation is so fierce and so intense. “Shit!” I scream.

  The additional friction must have gotten to him as well because with a mighty roar, Stone unleashes in me, his balls pulling high and spurting. Lash after lash of hot white shoots up my channel as his dick jerks and kicks wildly inside of my pussy.

  “Ahhhhh,” he roars, those massive muscles pinning me to his hard
form. My soft body clenches and unclenches, my boobs shivering and shaking. As we ride out our release, my pussy milks him for more.

  Finally, we collapse, our limbs tangled, covered in a slight sheen of sweat. Stone is huge and heavy as his body presses me into the air mattress. This position feels so dominant and so sexy that I can hardly catch my breath. But evidently, Mr. Phillips still has a sense of humor after a massive orgasm because a big hand slips between us to nuzzle at my folds, parting that soft flesh even though his dick is still buried deep inside. With a swift pinch, he tickles my clit, making me shriek again. The sensation is so dirty that tingles run through my body as my cunt wells up again with lust.

  Stone just laughs.

  “You know what I love about you, baby?” he whispers against my relaxed form. “You have something called ‘dog.’”

  Stunned into silence, I turn to stare at him over my shoulder. Has he really just taken my virginity – no, forced me to take my own virginity – and then called me a dog? My brows lower, and I get ready to scream.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Stone

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

  But in the meantime, I want to tease her, to get a rise out of the beautiful brunette. And it seems my comment has worked.

  “What the fuck is ‘dog?’” Evie demands indignantly, her boobs quivering as she props herself up on her elbows to glare at me over her shoulder. I love it – the brunette is so sassy, yet so fine. I’m literally draped all over her, my cock buried in her snatch, yet she doesn’t hesitate to give me lip.

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