The Naughty Virgin: A Teacher Student Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  Slowly, I stopped grinding and swung a leg over so that I was standing in front of the tool, the metal handle jutting out. Licking my palm first, I rubbed the blue rubber tip, the material warm already, slick from my saliva and then smiled at my former teacher.

  “Hold it steady, will you?” I purred, and turning around I leaned over, pulling my ass cheeks apart, showing him everything, my slickly dripping cunt, my little anal hole winking and flirting.

  Twisting to look at him over my shoulder, I moaned throatily, meeting his eyes in a lustful gaze.

  “Put it in, will you?” I murmured, and Stone was only too happy to oblige. Carefully, he angled the pool rake so that the tip was right at my pussy hole and with gentle pressure began to push. I moaned again, feeling the tip kiss my lips, my labia parting around the rubber grip.

  “More,” I moaned, head dropping between my shoulders, reaching down to grab my ankles. “Push it in.”

  And with that, Stone obeyed. Growling, his eyes on fire and glued to my twat, he slowly penetrated me with the equipment, careful, oh so careful not to hurt me, sliding it in, using the gentlest pressure to make sure my pussy wasn’t reamed too hard.

  But I’d been a year without a man and needed more, harder, faster. So I told him. Without lifting my head, I commanded him from between my thighs.

  “Fuck me with it, big boy. Pretend it’s you and fuck me with it.”

  And Stone obliged. He pushed the rake into me, one inch, two inches, more and more until I had at least seven embedded in my cunt, my pussy lips gripping the pole, my insides oh so fucked. And it felt amazing. I’d been celibate since my teacher left, I hadn’t let any man inside, restricting myself to my fingers and the occasional toy. So the feeling of being fucked once more, having something deep inside, the man I loved using it on me, pounding me hard with this stand-in dick, drove me to the highest ecstasy.

  “Ohhh fuck,” I whined as he pounded the rake in and out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted.

  And the big man was just as turned on.

  “You asked for it,” he ground out nastily, his movements becoming jerky, his pounding more fierce. “You nasty slut, your slutty cunt wanted this rake up your hole.”

  And I just moaned in affirmation, my face flushed, my entire body on fire as shivers ran through my form. My cunt was so fucked, jiggles of electricity pulsing, my pelvic region tight and achy, my entire body riding up and down as it was pounded from the back. And after a few more strokes, I lost it, my pussy giving it up, clamping, clenching and jerking on the rod inside.

  “Fuuuuck!” I screamed, throwing my head back and letting loose, not caring if anyone heard. We were probably alone at Stone’s manor, but who knows, maybe he had help that was watching, scandalized, eyes open and tongues out, from a kitchen window.

  And the thought that I might be performing for strangers cranked up the heat further. My pussy spasmed like an animal, the hot pink flesh gripping the steel rod within, pulsing and creaming all over the metal, gushes of fluid streaming out of my hole, flowing down my thighs, rivulets running all the way to my ankles.

  “Fuck!” I screamed again, tossing my hair this way and that, eyes clenched in agony, my face tight and strained as my boobs heaved and bounced below. “Fuck!” I screamed, my abs clenched, thighs tense, the thick muscles straining with ecstasy.

  But Stone wasn’t going to let the pool rake do all the work. Jealous all of a sudden, he yanked it out of my pussy and threw the offending tool to the ground. I turned to look at him swiftly, questioning, my mouth open, eyes beseeching. How could he take it out of me when I was so desperate, my pussy still shaking mid-orgasm?

  But the answer was right there. Without losing a beat, my ex-teacher lined himself up at my pussy and fucked into me doggy-style, his big dick punching all the way back, bouncing off my cervix, filling me up and fucking me deep.

  “Aiee!” I squealed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  “That’s right,” the big man grunted between forceful pumps, his hips almost richoceting off my ass, I was so juicy and he was so strong. “That’s what you get for teasing me, you fucking slut.”

  And I just squealed more, almost lifted in the air by his big dick, like a pig on a spit, dangling, stuffed by his huge rod.

  “Aiee!” I squealed again. “Ohhhh!”

  But Stone was too aroused, had been watching me dance around nude for ten minutes now, witnessing as I took a rod up my snatch, fucking me with it. So he gave a few more violent thrusts, a few more heaves, gripping my hips tight as my boobs bounced below, barely balancing on my tippy toes as his cock pounded in and out.

  And with a roar, a masculine shout of energy and possession, Stone came deep in my cunt, spurting lash after lash of semen into my depths, coating me with his milk, that heavenly sperm so tangy, sticky and hot in my insides.

  The feeling of him, the sensation of his hot juices unloading in me, his dick jerking in my beautiful pussy made me come again. Or rather my orgasm had never stopped and the first rolled right into the second, my pussy trembling with renewed tremors, so hard, so violent, that I almost shook him loose. But Stone was aggressive, sensuous and forceful, and he held me onto him, pinning me with his dick as I quivered and jerked, panting, thrashing, my ass heaving up and down as my body was overcome with ecstasy.

  And finally, when it was over, both our bodies sated, sweaty, his dick still embedded deep within my swollen folds, I turned to look at him, eyes wide.

  And the big man just smiled knowingly, running a big hand down my back, stroking the sensuous curve, savoring my womanly proportions.

  “Baby,” he said with a growl even as his eyes danced. “I love you so much. You’re so fucking tasty, so fucking dirty … and exactly right for me.”

  And I cooed again, jiggling my ass a little, making the big man groan, the cords standing out his throat as he tried to control the sensations coursing through his dick.

  But I wasn’t having it. I wanted him to lose it, feel just what he’d been missing.

  “Stone,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes, teasing him even more. “There’s so much we can do. Toys, fruits, veggies, wine bottles, pool toys, everything around the house. And by the way,” I said as his eyes lit up, growing hungry again. “I love you too.”

  And the big man leaned down for a deep kiss, me craning my head over my shoulder to meet his lips in a soulful lock, pouring every ounce of emotion into the contact, his big hands reaching under me to stroke my breasts, caress the soft flesh during the electric admission.

  “Baby girl,” he groaned against my mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  And with a naughty look in my eyes, I smiled once more at him.

  “I know,” I murmured, smiling sweetly at him. “I know.”

  And with that, my teacher began moving in me once more, the slide so sensuous, so dirty, that we were both ready to cream after just a few moments. But what made it good, what took things to a new level, was the love between us and the knowledge that we’d work it out, somehow, some way. After all, we’d started out illicitly, a teacher making love to his student in a darkened classroom, the shades drawn as people walked outside unsuspecting. And yet we’d survived. We’d graduated onto something else, an adult man and woman, secure in our affection, secure in our passion. Yes, it hadn’t been easy, it hadn’t been straightforward and the path had included a painful year of separation. But you know what? It’d given me time to grow up and I was glad. Because Stone was mine now for keeps and there was no way I’d ever let go. He’d always be my teacher, in bed and out, in life, in emotional development, in everything … and I looked forward to every second of our future together.

  EPILOGUE

  Stone

  A year later …

  “Hanson,” she panted below me, her legs spread, cunt creaming wetly as I pummeled her. “Hanson, Hanson!”

  And I growled deep in my throat.

  “Fuck you,” I rumbled, a big hand coming up to ci
rcle around that lovely swan’s neck, sinuous and elegant even with her spreadeagle beneath me. “Don’t you fucking call me that,” I threatened again.

  But a spark had alighted in Evie’s eyes and she laughed throatily even as I pounded into her, legs spread, mouth slightly open, those luscious lips pink, soft, swollen already with my kisses. Because the brunette didn’t let up, teasing me more, trailing long nails down my back, scratching me a little as she drove me to new heights.

  “Hannie,” she murmured this time, “Hannie Hannie Hannie,” she moaned before letting out a long squeal, her eyes snapping shut, face strained as she came. “Ohhhhh!”

  Because I’d just done what I’d promised. We’d been playing for the last couple hours with a cucumber, mid-size, nothing too outrageous. Normally we go for big toys, my little girl is tight and small but she likes penetration, she likes harboring monsters in that pussy. But this cucumber was different because it was going up her ass.

  And the slut deserved it. She knew I hated the name Hanson, that it was a lame family legacy, no one ever called me that, it was on my birth certificate but nothing more. I was Stone through and through, had been my whole life, but Evie knew exactly how to push my buttons … and drive me over the edge.

  So she’d teased me, calling me Hanson as we fucked, the blood flowing to my dick, my fury rising with every gasp of that fucking nickname, every panted “Hannie!”

  And I’d finally had enough. As my dick pounded into her, trashing that sweet snatch, I’d stealthily reached for the cucumber on the bedside table, already lubed with spit and pussy juice from an hour of foreplay. And with a vengeful thrust, I jammed it against her anus, that little hole popping open with the pressure, the head of the cucumber jolting in, skewering her behind on the slick green skin.

  “Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!” Evie screamed, eyes flying open with surprise and shock as she was simultaneously pummeled by me and green monster. “Fuuuuuuck!”

  And between forceful thrusts, I growled.

  “Yeah, that’s right baby, that’s what you get for teasing me,” I hissed nastily against her mouth, my hips going like pistons, forcing her cunt to take me deep. “I can feel that fucking cucumber through your pussy wall, it’s stroking my dick as you squirm, you know that? Keep going, keep thrashing, it just makes it better for me.”

  And the brunette squealed again, her plump body sweaty and soft, jerking and twisting as I fucked her two ways, my hips and my hand busy against her pussy and butt.

  “Keep going,” I panted, devouring a nipple as I slammed my pole in again and again. “Keep going little butt slut.”

  And with that, the little girl gave it up. With a deep, guttural moan that crescendoed into a full-fledged scream, the girl came like a tornado, her pussy and anus clamping around the poles within, milking my hot rod, squeezing me for all I was worth.

  And with my own mighty roar, I unleashed as well. Ream after ream of virile semen shot into her, spraying her insides, forcing load after load of sperm up that hot cavern. It was so fucking good I almost stopped right there, reveling in the intense sensations of her pussy wrapped around my dick. But I wanted it both ways, and I wasn’t about to lose out to this fucking cucumber.

  So I yanked the vegetable out and with one swift move, jerked my cock out and thrust into her asshole, pushing deep into that dry, musty space. Oh fuck, she was so tight back here, it hadn’t even mattered that the cucumber had stretched her out first. Both Evie’s holes were always so small, so dirty, squeezing me, rubbing up and down my dick, the friction delicious, the slide so good that I creamed more, my cock spurting like I hadn’t come just two seconds ago, man milk inching up that back hole, lubing up her ass with my sperm.

  “Ahhhh!” the brunette screamed again, body almost exploding with pleasure. “Ohhhh Stone!”

  “That’s more like it,” I growled through rough pumps. “Call me Stone … or Daddy.”

  But the brunette was too far gone to hear, twisting and thrashing, my dick embedded in her ass, the cucumber discarded beside us as we heaved and jerked, our fluids mixing, the sperm and pussy nectar so copious, so abundant that the sheets were soaked through, we’d have another load of laundry again.

  But that’s one of the good parts of being rich. There’s people to do the cleaning for you and I wanted Evie’s body every hour of every day, laundry be damned. So I went for it, and after it was over, I teased her, my fingers trailing down her cheek lightly with my dick still stuck up her ass.

  “Baby, was it good for you?” I panted, smiling as my hand absentmindedly swept over her pussy.

  Evie moaned and stretched languorously, the contact electric even after an hour of mind-blowing sex. Because of course it hadn’t been accidental. I never touch Evie’s pussy accidentally, it’s always purposeful, with a thought to what my best girl wants, what she craves.

  “Stone,” she murmured throatily, looking up at me with a sweet smile. “You know it’s always amazing.”

  And I growled low in my throat because that was the truth of it. It’s always good between us, my girl and I are connected physically and emotionally on a level I’d never experienced. After all, I’d swept into her life and changed it forever. Sure, I’d taken her virginity as a high school student but we were so much more now. Evie had moved in with me almost immediately, moved right into my bedroom in the big house.

  She’d protested at first.

  “I’m not sure,” the brunette had stammered, face coloring. “You just got back,” she added pointedly.

  But I was having none of it and drew her close, my hands on her ass, those luscious curves bouncy and fleshy beneath my palms.

  “Either you move in here or I move into your dorm room,” I growled, looking deep into her eyes.

  And she’d giggled then, swatting at my arm lightly.

  “Oh Stone, you know you can’t live in the dorms, my room is so small. Besides, I have a roommate,” she added meaningfully.

  But I didn’t give a fuck.

  “Who cares?” I tossed out, my eyes possessive, hands cupping those sweet ass cheeks. “Your roommate can watch us have sex, watch you come hard on my dick again and again, it’s fine by me.”

  And Evie had given in then, giggling, moving her stuff into my bedroom that very weekend. Because I needed to be in her at least twice a day, if not three or four times, and fuck, if I needed to move back into the dorms to get it then so be it.

  But first I needed to clarify something. Holding her shoulders, I stared deep into her eyes.

  “We’re a couple now,” I said firmly. “You sleep in my bed, in my house, and there are no other men, ever,” I growled threateningly.

  And not at all intimidated, Evie giggled.

  “Why Mr. Phillips, I had no idea you were so possessive,” she cooed. “Can I bring a male friend around now and then, you know for a study session?”

  And my face darkened, my brows lowering.

  “Fuck!” I ground out, fists clenched at my sides. “You don’t have any male friends, you don’t have any male teachers or male anything,” I ground out roughly.

  Now Evie was really amused.

  “Not even my friend Chip?” she teased.

  And I exploded at that stupid name.

  “That Chip dipshit doesn’t get near you after this,” I raged. I was so angry thinking that another man had touched my beautiful brunette during our year apart that I could hardly swallow, my chest tight, my lungs barely inflating. And Evie still wanted to hang out with him? Even if it was platonic, I was devastated all the same.

  But Evie took pity on me then, taking my hand in hers.

  “Oh Stone,” she said, her voice gentle, reading my mind. “Chip never touched me, we weren’t dating, we’ve never dated. It was always you. It’s always only ever been you,” she clarified.

  All the air whooshed out of my body, the world suddenly opening with possibilities.

  “What are you saying?” I said, barely daring to breathe. Oh god, it shouldn’t ha
ve mattered, she had every right after all, but still, if it was true…

  And Evie just nodded.

  “Yes Stone,” she smiled at me. “No one’s ever touched me but you. Chip was just a distraction, a friend, a nobody really. It’s always been you Mr. Phillips.”

  And I kissed her then, imbuing the contact with my adoration for the girl, how much I treasured her, how much it meant to me that I was the only man who’d ever touched her, felt that wetly creaming puss, savored her ass, her body pulsing and trembling only for me.

  “I’ll make it worth it,” I whispered harshly into her ear, my voice choked up, throat tight. “Move in with me, now.”

  And she nodded against me, her lips grazing my jaw.

  “I’ll move in this weekend,” she promised sweetly, gazing at me, eyes limpid pools of need and desire. “I promise.”

  And our living situation wasn’t the only change either.

  “Stop working in the coffee shop,” I commanded a few weeks later as I watched Evie tie an apron on, the green wrap highlighting her tiny waist contrasted against her huge boobs and generous ass. “I have more than enough, you know that.”

  But Evie had resisted on that one.

  “Stone I can’t just take from you,” she said slowly, her eyes flickering to me even as she bit her lip. “I’m already living with you rent-free, eating your food, and you’ve given me a car …” she said her voice trailing off.

  But I was adamant.

  “Evie,” I growled again. “What do you make at the coffee shop? Ten bucks an hour? Trust me, I have millions, am making millions at Phillips, there’s no need to work in the salt mines.”

  But my girl wasn’t having it.

  “No Stone,” she said softly. “I still need something that’s mine, I can’t live off your hand-outs and besides, the coffee shop is hardly a dungeon.”

  But I wasn’t having it.

  “It’s not a hand-out,” I said tightly. “You’re my girl and I’m more than happy to support you, my money is your money, what’s mine is yours.”