“Please … fuck me hard tonight,” I gasp right back, panting my need into his mouth as I grind myself against his big form.
With a low growl, he tosses me onto the bed, my boobs bouncing and my round ass jouncing.
“Clothes … off,” the big man commands, his eyes gleaming as he tears off his t-shirt. I’m mesmerized for a moment by those rock hard abs and his broad, defined chest, but he doesn’t let up.
“I said, ‘Off,’” he repeats, this time whipping off his belt and folding it into a loop, acting as though he’s going to beat my ass with it.
And, oh god, it turns me on. Instead of making me scared, I tremble in anticipation.
“Oh yeah?” I huff, my eyes wide. “Make me,” I whisper seductively.
And faced with that provocation, the big man attacks. My skirt and my shirt are torn off in moments, falling like rags to the floor, a button zinging off and skittering into a corner of the room. Oh god, this is happening. This is really happening.
Mr. Phillips is showing no mercy. He flips me over onto my stomach so that my ass is hanging off the edge of the bed. Placing a hand on my lower back, he smacks me once with his belt, the smooth leather cracking against my creamy ass cheeks.
“Owwww!” I howl. “Owwww!”
It stings so good and hurts so bad. I feel sparks shoot from my pussy as my ass tingles, the creamy white skin deepening with a lash of red.
“Fuck you,” is all he says in return, and he smacks me again, this time on the backs of my thighs.
“Ouch!” I scream this time. “Please, Mr. Phillips!”
“Please what?” he heaves, his hand raised. “What do little girls say please for?”
“Please … please do it again!” I shriek, my boobs heaving and the backs of my thighs tingling with white fire, numb with agony and ecstasy.
But Mr. Phillips wants it a different way this time. He heaves me around so that I fall 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 smacks the flat of his hand against my pussy.
“Owww!” I squeal, squirming. My cunt overheats in a second, the gush of moisture between my thighs becoming a stream. “Owww!”
His eyes eat me up, hungry like an animal, and his dick pokes out from his jeans so hard and so big that I think it might pop through the stiff denim. But there is still more in store.
“Take them off,” he hisses, his blue eyes devouring my curvy form. I can feel the heat of them on my curves.
This time, I obey without question. Scrambling, I hitch the panties over my hips, pulling the damp lace off and baring everything to him. I even part my thighs without asking, showing him my moist, gleaming folds and the way my clit has poked through my labia, begging for his touch, stiff and nubby.
But he wants more.
“Hold yourself open,” he grinds out, his eyes fierce on my pussy, “because I’m going to spank your clit.”
I don’t know what makes me come right then, whether it’s the anticipation of his hand on my sensitive nub or the fact that I’m so turned on that I can’t control my body. But I spurt like a wild woman, my pussy arching, heaving, and spasming uncontrollably as sprays of juice rain down, showering my lower belly and thighs with droplets of fragrant liquid.
And Mr. Phillips stares at me the entire time, witnessing the deep pussy spurts from my moist, glistening flesh as I come hard. I give it all away just then – my deepest secret. Without meaning to, I scream as I come, my eyes locked with his, my legs parted as my pussy clenches.
“Stonnnne!” I moan, our eye contact electric as my body thrashes with sensation. “I love you!”
The admission only intensifies my orgasm. I come again and again, my back almost arching off the bed, my legs spread on the coverlet, and my boobs heaving.
As the last spurt shoots into the air, the clear pussy juice a fountain of nectar, Stone surprises me. He pushes his head between my legs, catches it in his mouth, and drinks it before swallowing audibly, savoring the honey.
“Fuuuck” is all he can manage, his face pressed into the sweetness between my thighs as his tongue runs up and down my folds. “Fuck me.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Stone
I don’t know how this has gotten as far as it has. But 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’m supposed to be getting away from women, not losing my heart to a curvy nymphette. But that’s what’s happened. It 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’d cooked, actually cooked – which I haven’t done in ages – pulling out my best roast chicken with carrots, a gourmet recipe that was handed down from my beloved Nana years ago.
I’m from a rich family, and it’s Nana’s desire to see me married before she dies. There are so many girls, all of the time, throwing themselves at the handsome and rich Stone Phillips, the only son of an only son, who’s set to inherit billions. But I don’t want their attention. I don’t like the girls from my social set; they are so conniving, so greedy, and so fucking skinny all of the time. I hate when they brush up against me with their bony clavicles, their chests that cave inwards instead of out, and their hips that jut painfully. I’m always afraid that one or the other will disintegrate into ash, they are so fucking dry and brittle.
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 is the answer. I’d spanked her – no, whipped her – with my belt, and it had been so good that my cock had 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 had 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 and felt her moistness clamp around me.
But Evie had done me one better … because she’d come right then, with no dick play. The little girl was so sensitive and so amazing that she’d actually orgasmed without a cock inside of her. The headiness of our acts had thrown 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, what we have together is so fucking good. Evie’s so right for me, both physically and emotionally. She’s curvy, sweet, and sassy, with enough verve to keep me on my toes.
And right now, she is only proving her worth.
“Mr. Phillips,” she coos. “Don’t you want to put it in?”
I watch avidly as the brunette pulls her knees up, straightening her legs until they stand out like a perfect V. In this position, I can see her pussy dripping with desire and her holes winking at me.
And I can’t resist. My cock is out in a flash, and there’s no mercy for the virgin this time. I shove it in – that huge ten-incher is buried deep in two seconds flat – making her twist and scream. That sweet pussy wraps around me so tight, so right.
“Fuuuuck!” I grind out, banging my hips against her, my balls slamming against that fleshy ass. “Fuuuuck!”
In response, she throws her head back, her eyes half-closed, and screams again, “Ohhhhh!” Her breasts flush, those perfect tits pressed in my face.
And I begin going at it, my hips like pistons. My dick rams into her again and again, forcing her to take it. Forcing the girl to surrender, to take every inch of me. Deep-dicking her with no mercy.
“Ahhhh!” she cries again, her boobs heaving, those rosy red tips pointed to the air. I suck one into my mouth, tonguing it as my rod pounds away, and the brunette squeals again, her nipple like
a rock in my mouth.
But I’m not done yet. As I fuck her – her boob in my mouth and my dick in her twat – I have one more trick up my sleeve. Reaching underneath, I shove a finger into her asshole, and a deep, musky scent immediately envelopes us. Her fragrant femininity is so arousing, so heavy.
“AHHHHHHH!” Evie twists involuntarily, writhing with ecstasy. The girl is so sensitive that this added connection drives her over the edge. Her anus contracts around my finger as her twat clamps onto my dick, and she comes like a volcano, molten lava spilling from her hole to bathe my cock in sweet pussy cream. “AHHHH!” she screams again, blowing out my eardrums with her ecstasy.
And I can’t hold on any longer either. The feel of her anus clenching, along with her pussy milking me like mad, forces me to give it up, and I shoot ream after ream of hot sperm into her, spraying her with my virile white semen. I growl roughly, almost biting her nipple as I jerk again and again. My body is out of control, lost in the sweetness that is Evie.
After it’s over, I’m careful to take my time. Slowly, I pull my dick out, soaking up the sight of my hot meat exiting her pussy lips, my pole glistening with our combined cream, drenched in a mix of cunt juice and sperm. But I keep my finger in because I have a surprise. Reaching under the pillow, I pull out a raw carrot.
Evie looks at it languorously.
“What’s that for?” she asks, her breasts still heaving and her flanks shiny with a sheen of sweat.
I don’t bother to reply.
“Turn around, baby girl, but careful – keep my finger in your ass.”
And I don’t know how exactly it happens, but the girl spins slowly around, moving her legs one after the other, her torso twisting sinuously, until she’s poised on her hands and knees, my finger still jammed in her anus.
“See, baby?” I grind out. “You didn’t fight me on that one, and I’m going to reward you as a result. You’ll learn, baby girl. Don’t fight because surrender is sweet.”
The brunette shifts slightly to shoot me a sultry glance over her shoulder.
“Is that right?” she murmurs. “And what is this ‘reward,’ Mr. Phillips?”
I just growl and slowly pull out my finger. Fuck, it smells so good and tastes so good. I lick and suck the digit, Evie’s eyes going wide as watches me.
“Fuck yeah,” I moan. “Baby girl, every part of you tastes good. But I’m going to serve up a side helping of carrots right now.” And with that, I take the raw vegetable in hand. I’d scrubbed this one especially well, practically scouring the skin off so that it’s bright orange, fresh, and stiff. And slowly, oh so slowly, I begin pushing the carrot into her anus.
“Ohhhh!” the brunette squeals, reflexively pulling away at first, her pucker clenching in protest.
But I hold 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 whisper, eyes blazing, watching as I work the carrot in. The orange disappears slowly between her ass cheeks. “Think of what’s going on. Your anal hole is getting fucked … by a vegetable.”
And the brunette moans again, her eyes closed, her lashes half-moons on her cheeks as her face scrunches in concentration, every iota of her being focused on her sweet pucker.
“Ohhhhh fuck,” she moans gutturally. “Oh god, I’m so fucked.”
And I chuckle then. I’m not up for Cook of the Year … but maybe I can win for Most Inventive in the Kitchen.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Evie
I dial Mindy on my phone as I lie on my stomach in bed. The past week has been crazy, and I can hardly believe what’s happened. I’ve been Mr. Phillips’ fuck slut, doing him every which way and letting him do whatever he wants to me. But it’s more than that too. I said “I love you” in a moment of passion, and although my lover didn’t say it back, I could tell he felt it.
Mindy’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “Bitch, is that you?” she chirps on the other end of the line.
I laugh, my line of thought dissipating like mist on a sunny day.
“Yeah, girl, it’s me. So sorry I’ve been out of touch. Things have gotten crazy,” I admit. But while things are crazy and complicated on the outside, I feel totally at peace internally. Things are so good with Mr. Phillips that I feel happy and comfortable. After all, I lost my virginity to the most gorgeous, amazing man I know, and we have a real connection too.
But Mindy doesn’t know any of this yet.
“Where’ve you been?” she chirps again. “Bitch, it’s been three days, and you know we don’t go three hours without texting.”
I sigh. That’s true – Mindy and I are totally addicted to our phones, chattering back and forth all of the time.
“I have so much to tell you …” I begin, but I’m cut off by a yelp on the other side. “Min?” I ask, “are you okay?”
There’s a scuffle and some crackling, and then my friend comes back on the line.
“Yeah, sorry. I had to chase Boomer off. You know, my little brother and all,” she apologizes.
I laugh. I’ve known Boomer since he was a baby, and now that he’s in seventh grade, he’s 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’ve missed you at lunch.”
I launch 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 and how I’d gone over to his apartment for dinner.
“Are you serious?” breathes my friend incredulously. “He did what with the carrot?”
I giggle then. “Yeah, crazy, right? I washed carrots for our dinner, but I never thought it’d be that kind of a side dish.”
“Holy fuck, girl! You took a carrot up your ass! How’d it feel? Did it hurt? Was it slimy? Oh my god.” Mindy sounds impressed.
“Actually, Stone stretched me out with his fingers first,” I admit. “He put a digit or two up my backside and scissored them, so that helped.”
“Yeah, but how big was the carrot?” she asks, fascinated. “Was it one of the ones you washed before dinner?”
I laugh 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 as a surprise before I got to his apartment.”
Mindy’s the one who giggles 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 smile to myself because yeah, we are equals in the relationship.
“Well, I still call him ‘Mr. Phillips’ or even ‘Sir’ sometimes,” I giggle into the phone. “He likes it.”
“Oh my god! You’re such a bad, bad girl!” squeals 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; instead, he’s teaching you about the facts of life, up close and personal.”
I just groan and roll my eyes. “I know, Min, I know. He’s our biology teacher, and I’m learning about my body and reproduction. But it’s so much more than that,” I declare firmly.
“Whaaa….?” Mindy’s voice drags out. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I told him I loved him,” I confess. “I couldn’t help it; the words just came out while we were making love.”
“No way!” squeals my friend. “No fucking way! You ho! You’re such a dirty ho!”
I frown. Why am I a ho for saying ‘I love you’? That sounds twisted and backwards, exactly the opposite of my intentions. But Mindy goes on to clarify.
“Because it’s going to 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, blurti
ng out ‘I love you’ after a week. The news will report that 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 frown angrily. There’s absolutely nothing true about that 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’s nothing lopsided about it now. Stone is as much under my spell now as I am under his.
I open my mouth to protest, but Mindy is interrupted again.
“Boomer!” my friend shouts. “Boomer, stop pounding on the door! Stop, or else I’m going to tell Mom!”
I sigh as reality strikes me. My friend and I are still high school girls who live at home with our parents and siblings, and we don’t have much independence. We are watched 24/7 most days, with no income of our own and no way to be free. But before I can say anything, Mindy comes back on the line.
“Listen, I’ve got to go,” she apologizes. “I’m actually supposed to be babysitting Boomer, and he’s up to something bad outside. I’ve got to go stop him before our mom gets back.”
I sigh again. “Sure, no problem, Min. See you tomorrow.” Resigned, I put down the receiver.
Boomer and his antics only highlight what I already know, what has already been swimming around in my subconscious: No matter how much I believe myself to be an adult, no one else will see it that way. At eighteen, I feel mature, I feel like I can handle myself, but the outside world sees me differently. What they would see is a young girl, naïve and inexperienced, who’s had her virginity taken by a sleazy older guy, someone who has power over me. How can I make it right? How will Stone and I overcome these preconceived notions?
The truth is that I have no idea. But Stone and I are a team, and on Monday, I’ll be back in biology. My cheeks heat and my body warms at the thought of seeing my handsome teacher again. I can’t wait to see him in action again. His explanations of boring scientific concepts are clear and concise, and his charisma makes even the dullest topic interesting. Plus, afterward? Well, there’s always lunch, dinner, or even the air mattress in the locked classroom again. I’m so hungry for him – for his body and his mind – that where doesn’t matter … I need Mr. Phillips, badly, as soon as possible.
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