CHAPTER TEN
Stone
This was so fucking wrong. I was supposed to be tutoring Evie for a fucking test, and instead I was fucking my student. Correction. I hadn’t fucked her yet, but I was about to and nothing was going to stop me. A nuclear blast, a hurricane, absolutely nothing was getting between me and that untouched pussy.
Because I couldn’t wait. There was just something so tantalizing about fresh pussy, that kitty untouched, having never harbored a man’s dick before. And the fact that it was Evie’s kitty? Even better. The teen was everything that I ever wanted, sweet, generous, not at all stuck up despite being at this snooty school.
That’s one of the things I hate about Spencer, why I want to get away. The kids here aren’t the type that I can really help. They’ve already got every resource at their fingertips and yet some are still flunking, completely uninterested in anything academic. I’m not expecting Einsteins but I do expect the students to be somewhat motivated, to at least care about their own futures. But these kids … I guess when your family’s got that much money, it’s hard to see the point of school.
So I tossed away the grading I was doing, the papers landing in a messy pile, my body restless, my mind whirling at a hundred miles an hour. God, when was she going to get here? The bell had rung ten minutes ago and I was sitting in the darkened classroom like a lion awaiting its prey.
Suddenly, a soft knock came on the door and then it opened quickly, the brunette slipping inside before quietly shutting the door behind her.
I didn’t say anything at first, just took in her beautiful form, my eyes running appreciatively over every curve, every sensuous S of her body. Evie was wearing something sexy today, but then she’d look sexy in just about anything. The brunette had a skirt on, knee-length, in a red and blue plaid as well as a white blouse that tucked in, highlighting the generous curves of her breasts.
And she shot a quick smile at me.
“Hi Mr. Phillips,” she said, a little shy suddenly. “Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t get away from Math for whatever reason,” she explained, rolling her eyes.
But I knew exactly why.
“You taking trig with Lester Holmes?” I asked, hackles raised.
And the brunette confirmed it, nodding.
“Yeah, Mr. Holmes is super nice and always wants to make sure that we understand the concepts. I asked a question during class and he had me stay late so that he could explain things further, really make sure everything was clear.”
I snorted then. Les Holmes was a dirty freak and he had his mind on a lot more than just math.
“Listen,” I said casually, leaning back in my chair. “Be careful around that guy okay? Les Holmes seems okay on the outside but you can never really tell.”
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 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.”