The Naughty Virgin: A Teacher Student Romance Page 7

  And with a low growl, he tossed me onto the bed, my boobs bouncing, round ass jouncing as my hair flew.

  “Clothes. Off,” the big man commanded, eyes gleaming as he tore off his t-shirt. I was mesmerized for a moment by those rock hard abs, the broad, defined chest, but he wouldn’t let up.

  “I said, ‘Off,’” he repeated, this time whipping off his belt, folding it in a loop, making like he was going to beat my ass.

  And it turned me on, oh god. Instead of making me scared, I trembled in anticipation instead.

  “Oh yeah?” I breathed, eyes wide, “Make me,” I whispered.

  And the big man was on me then. My skirt and my shirt were torn off in moments, rags falling to the floor, a button zinging off and skittering into a corner of the room. Oh god, this was happening. This was really happening.

  Because Mr. Phillips showed no mercy. He flipped me over onto my stomach so that my ass was hanging off the edge of the bed and smacked me once, the smooth leather cracking against my creamy ass cheeks.

  “Owwww!” I howled. “Owwww!”

  It stung so good, hurt so bad that I felt sparks shoot from my pussy as my ass tingled, the creamy white skin deepening with a lash of red.

  “Fuck you,” was all he said in return, and smacked me again, this time on the backs of my thighs.

  “Ouch!” I screamed this time. “Please Mr. Phillips!”

  “Please what?” he heaved, hand raised. “What do little girls say please for?”

  “Please … please do it again!” I shrieked, my boobs heaving, the backs of my thighs tingling with white fire, numb with agony and ecstasy.

  But Mr. Phillips wanted it a different way this time. He heaved me around so that I fell flat on my back on the big bed, a tiny pair of panties my only shield against his gaze. And without missing a beat, he smacked the flat of his hand against my pussy.

  “Owww!” I squealed, squirming, my cunt overheating in a second, the gush of moisture between my thighs becoming a stream. “Owww!”

  His eyes ate me up, hungry like an animal, dick poking out from his jeans so hard, so big that I thought it might pop through the stiff denim. But there was more in store.

  “Take them off,” he hissed, blue eyes devouring my curvy form, I could feel the heat of them on my curves.

  And this time I obeyed without question. Scrambling, I hitched the panties over my hips, pulling the damp lace off, baring everything to him. I even parted my thighs without asking, showing him my moist, gleaming folds, the way my clit poked through my labia, begging for his touch, stiff and nubby.

  But he wanted more.

  “Hold yourself open,” he ground out, his eyes fierce on my pussy, “because I’m gonna spank your clit.”

  And I don’t know what made me come right then, either the anticipation of his hand on my sensitive nub or the fact that I was so turned on that I couldn’t control my body. But I spurted like a wild woman, my pussy arching, heaving, spasming uncontrollably as sprays of juice rained, showering my lower belly and thighs with droplets of fragrant liquid.

  And the big man stared at me the entire time, witnessing the deep pussy spurts, my moist, glistening flesh as I came hard. Because I gave it all away then, my deepest secret. Without meaning to, I screamed as I came, my eyes locked with his, my legs parted as my pussy clenched.

  “Stonnnne!” I moaned, our eye contact electric, my body thrashing with sensation. “I love you!”

  And it only intensified the orgasm. I came again and again, my back almost arching off the bed, legs spread on the coverlet, boobs heaving.

  And as the last spurt shot into the air, the clear pussy juice a fountain of nectar, the big man surprised me. He pushed his head between my legs, catching it in his mouth, drinking it before swallowing audibly, savoring the honey.

  “Fuuuck,” was all he could manage, his face pressed into the sweetness between my thighs, tongue running up and down my folds. “Fuck me.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Stone

  I don’t know how this has gotten as far as it has. Because Evie is so beautiful, so tempting, and yet so real that I’ve fallen head over heels for her. Can you believe it? Stone Phillips, scion of the Phillips family, has fallen in love with one of his students.

  It wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be getting away from women, not losing my heart to a curvy nymphette. But that’s what’s happened. It kinda crept up on me, I guess. At first, it was just our dalliances in the classroom but it got to a point where I was so desperate to see her again, so excited to spend quality time with the brunette that I went all out for our dinner date. I cooked, actually cooked, which I hadn’t done in ages, pulling out my best roast chicken with carrots, a gourmet recipe that’d been handed down from my beloved Nana years ago.

  Because I’m from a rich family and it’d been Nana’s desire to see me married before she died. There were so many girls all the time, throwing themselves at the handsome and rich Stone Phillips, the only son of an only son, set to inherit billions. But I didn’t want it. I didn’t like the girls from my social set, they were so conniving, so greedy, and so fucking skinny all the time. I hated when they brushed up against me, the bony clavicles, the chests that caved inwards instead of out, the hips that jutted painfully. I was always afraid that one or the other would disintegrate into ash, they were so fucking dry and brittle.

  Because I love getting physical when I’m in bed and I need a woman with real curves. I need heft, I need swing, I need flesh to dig my fingers into, and Evie was the answer. I’d spanked her, no whipped her with my belt, and it’d been so good that my cock practically jizzed in my jeans. Her ass had immediately gone from creamy white to an angry red, the stripe of scarlet violent against those sweet cheeks, so beautiful I almost came.

  And when I’d spanked that pussy, it’d been more of the same. My palm had connected with a real twat, juicy and so sweet that I’d practically shoved my fingers in right then, felt her moistness clamp around me.

  But Evie did me one better … because she came right then, with no dick play. The little girl was so sensitive, so amazing, that she actually orgasmed without a cock inside, the headiness of our acts throwing her into the X zone, making her thrash and give it up so sweetly that I actually did come then, my dick releasing within my jeans.

  Fuck, it was so fucking good. Evie’s so right for me, physically and emotionally, curvy, sweet, and sassy, with enough verve to keep me on my toes.

  And right now, she was only proving her worth.

  “Mr. Phillips,” she cooed, “Don’t you want to put it in?”

  And I watched avidly as the brunette pulled her knees up, straightening her legs until they stood out like a perfect V, her pussy dripping with desire, holes winking at me.

  I couldn’t resist. My cock was out in a flash and there was no mercy for the virgin this time. I shoved it in, that huge ten incher buried deep in two seconds flat, making her twist and scream, that sweet pussy wrapped around me so tight, so right.

  “Fuuuuck!” I ground out, banging my hips against her, my balls slamming against that fleshy ass. “Fuuuuck!”

  And she threw her head back, eyes half-closed, and screamed again.

  “Ohhhhh!” she hissed, breasts flushed, those perfect tits pressed in my face. And I began going at it, my hips like pistons, dick ramming into her again and again, forcing her to take it, forcing the girl to surrender, take every inch of me, deep-dicking her with no mercy.

  “Ahhhh!” she cried again, boobs heaving, those rosy red tips pointed to the air. I sucked one into my mouth, tonguing it as my rod pounded away, and the brunette squealed again, her nipple like a rock in my mouth.

  But I wasn’t done yet. As I fucked her, boob in mouth, dick in twat, I had one more trick up my sleeve. Reaching underneath, I shoved a finger into her asshole, a deep, musky scent immediately enveloping us, her fragrant femininity so arousing, so heavy.

  “AHHHHHHH!” Evie twisted involuntarily, writhing w
ith ecstasy. And the girl was so sensitive that this added connection drove her over the edge. Her anus contracted around my finger as her twat clamped onto my dick, the girl coming like a volcano, molten lava spilling from her hole to bathe my cock in sweet pussy cream. “AHHHH!” she screamed again, blowing out my eardrums with her ecstasy.

  And I couldn’t hold on any longer either. The feel of her anus clenching, her pussy milking me like mad forced me to give it up, and I shot ream after ream of hot sperm into her, spraying her with my virile white, my semen the stuff of life. I growled roughly, almost biting her nipple as I jerked again and again, my body out of control, lost in the sweetness that was Evie.

  And after it was over, I was careful, taking my time. Slowly, I pulled my dick out, soaking up the sight of hot meat exiting her pussy lips, my pole glistening with our combined cream, drenched in a mix of cunt juice and sperm. But I kept my finger in because I had a surprise. Reaching under the pillow, I pulled out a raw carrot.

  Evie looked at it languorously.

  “What’s that for?” she asked, breasts still heaving, flanks shiny with a sheen of sweat.

  I didn’t bother to reply.

  “Turn around baby girl, but careful, keep my finger in your ass.”

  And I don’t know how it happened, but the girl spun slowly, moving her legs one after the other, her torso twisting sinuously until she was poised on her hands and knees, my finger still jammed in her anus.

  “See baby?” I ground out. “You didn’t fight me on that one and I’m gonna reward you as a result,” I ground out. “You’ll learn, baby girl, don’t fight because surrender is sweet.”

  The brunette shifted slightly to shoot me a sultry glance over her shoulder.

  “Is that right?” she murmured. “And what is this ‘reward,’ Mr. Phillips?”

  I just growled, slowly pulling out my finger. Fuck, it smelled so good, tasted so good as I licked it, sucked the digit, Evie’s eyes going wide as watched me.

  “Fuck yeah,” I ground out. “Baby girl, every part of you tastes good. But I’m gonna serve up a side helping of carrots now.” And with that I took the raw vegetable in hand. I’d scrubbed this one especially well, practically scouring the skin off so that it was bright orange, fresh and stiff. And slowly, oh so slowly, I began pushing the carrot into her anus.

  “Ohhhh!” the brunette squealed, reflexively pulling away at first, her pucker clenching in protest.

  But I held her down firmly, refusing to let her budge.

  “It’s cold, I know baby, I had it in the fridge before you came over. Consider it part of the experience,” I ground out, eyes blazing, watching as I worked the carrot in, the orange disappearing slowly between her ass cheeks. “Think of what’s going on. Your anal hole is getting fucked … by a vegetable.”

  And the brunette moaned again, eyes closed, lashes half moons on her cheeks as her face scrunched in concentration, every iota of her being focused on her sweet pucker.

  “Ohhhhh fuck,” she moaned gutturally. “Oh god, I’m so fucked.”

  And I chuckled then. I wasn’t up for Cook of the Year … but maybe I could win for Most Inventive in the Kitchen.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Evie

  I dialed Mindy on my phone, lying on my stomach in bed. The past week had been crazy and I could hardly believe it. I’d been Mr. Phillips’ fuck slut, doing him every which way, letting him do whatever he wanted to me. But it was more than that too. I’d said “I love you” in a moment of passion and although my lover hadn’t said it back, I could tell he felt it.

  But Mindy’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

  “Bitch is that you?” she chirped on the other end of the line.

  I laughed, my line of thought dissipating like mist on a sunny day.

  “Yeah girl, it’s me,” I said. “So sorry I’ve been out of touch. Things have gotten crazy,” I admitted. The thing is they were crazy and complicated on the outside, but I felt totally at peace internally. Things were so good with Mr. Phillips that I felt happy and comfortable. After all, I’d lost my virginity to the most gorgeous, amazing man I knew, and we had a real connection too.

  But Mindy didn’t know any of this.

  “Where’ve you been?” she chirped again. “Bitch it’s been three days and you know we don’t go three hours without texting.”

  I sighed. That was true, Mindy and I were totally addicted to our phones, chattering back and forth all the time.

  “I have so much to tell you …” I began, but was cut-off by a yelp on the other side. “Min?” I asked, “you okay?”

  A scuffle and some crackling and then my friend came back on the line.

  “Yeah, sorry I had to chase Boomer off. You know my little brother and all,” she apologized.

  I laughed, I’d known Boomer since he was a baby and now in seventh grade, he was a bunch of trouble. Cute, but a little rat nonetheless.

  “No worries, is he gone now?”

  “Yeah, I locked him out of my room. So tell me girl, what’s going on with you? Where have you been? I missed you at lunch.”

  And I launched into a description of the last few days, telling her everything about my time with Mr. Phillips, how we’d been meeting in the classroom, how I went over to his apartment for dinner.

  “Are you serious?” breathed my friend. “He did what with the carrot?”

  And I giggled then.

  “Yeah, crazy right? I’d washed carrots for our dinner but never thought it’d be that kind of side dish.”

  But Mindy was impressed. “Holy fuck, girl! You took carrot up your ass! How’d it feel? Did it hurt? Was it slimy? Oh my god.”

  And I giggled again.

  “Actually, Stone stretched me out with his fingers first,” I admitted. “He put a digit or two up my backside and scissored them so that helped.”

  But Mindy was fascinated.

  “Yeah, but how big was the carrot?” she asked. “Was it one of the ones you washed before dinner?”

  And I laughed again.

  “It was um … maybe seven inches? And no, I don’t think it was one of the ones I washed before. I think Stone put it in his bedside drawer before I got to his apartment as a surprise.”

  And Mindy giggled then.

  “Oh my god, Evie, you’re calling him Stone now, do you hear yourself? No more “Mr. Phillips” or “yes, sir,” it’s like you’re equals.”

  And I smiled to myself because yeah, we were equals in the relationship.

  “Well, I still call him “Mr. Phillips” or even “Sir” sometimes,” I giggled into the phone. “He likes it.”

  “Oh my god, you’re such a bad, bad girl!” squealed my friend. “Do you realize how wrong this is? You’re a high school girl and he’s our teacher. He’s supposed to be teaching us about cell division and mitosis and meiosis, and instead he’s teaching you about the facts of life up close and personal.”

  I just groaned.

  “I know, Min, I know, he’s our biology teacher and I’m learning about my body and reproduction,” I said rolling my eyes. “But it’s so much more than that,” I said firmly.

  “Whaaa….?” Mindy’s voice dragged out. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I told him I loved him,” I confessed. “I couldn’t help it, it just came out while we were making love.”

  “No way!” squealed my friend. “No fucking way! You ho! You’re such a dirty ho!”

  I frowned. Why was I a ho for saying “I love you”? That sounded twisted and backwards, exactly the opposite of my intentions. But Mindy clarified.

  “Because it’s gonna make him look so bad! When the authorities investigate, you’re going to be painted as the vulnerable young girl who lost her heart to an older man, blurting out “I love you” after a week, you were in way over your head. Mr. Phillips is going to be the wily, conniving predator who got his claws into you, forcing you into a dark place.”

  I frowned angrily. There was absolutely nothing true about th
at statement, in fact it couldn’t be further from reality. Sure, we’d started off illicitly, Stone and I, making love in a locked classroom but there was nothing lopsided about it now. Stone was as much under my spell as I was under his.

  I opened my mouth to protest but Mindy was interrupted again.

  “Boomer!” my friend shouted. “Boomer, stop pounding on the door! Stop or else I’m gonna tell Mom!”

  And I sighed. Reality struck. My friend and I were still high school girls living at home with our parents and siblings and didn’t have much independence. We were watched 24/7 most days, with no income of our own and no way to be free. But before I could say anything, Mindy came back on the line

  “Listen, I gotta go,” she apologized. “I’m actually supposed to be babysitting Boomer and he’s up to something bad outside, I gotta go stop him before our mom gets back.”

  I sighed again.

  “Sure, no problem Min, see you tomorrow,” I said and resigned, put down the receiver.

  Boomer and his antics only highlighted what I already knew, what had been swimming around my subconscious. Because no matter how much I believed myself to be an adult, no one would see it the same way. At eighteen, I felt mature, felt like I could handle myself, but the outside world was different. What they saw was a young girl, naïve and inexperienced, who had her virginity taken by a sleazy older guy, someone who had power over me. How to make it right? How would Stone and I overcome these preconceived notions?

  The truth was that I had no idea. But Stone and I were a team, and on Monday, I’d be back in Biology. My cheeks heated and my body warmed at the thought of seeing my handsome teacher again. I couldn’t wait, couldn’t wait to see him in action, his explanations of boring scientific concepts clear and concise, his charisma making even the dullest topic interesting. Plus afterwards? Well, there was always lunch, dinner, or even the air mattress in the locked classroom again. I was so hungry for him, for his body and his mind, that it didn’t matter … I needed Mr. Phillips, badly, as soon as possible.