“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.