Page 8 of The Naughty Virgin

But the big man hadn’t forgotten his original instructions.

“Clothes. Off,” he barked. “On your knees.”

And I didn’t hesitate to obey. I wiggled out of my panties, the damp lace a ball on the floor, and knelt completely nude before him, my pussy sopping wet, my boobs heaving with short, indrawn breaths.

“Open,” he commanded, and instinctually I obeyed. My pink pouty lips parted and that big dong kissed my mouth. It was just a butterfly kiss at first, my teacher ran his glans over my lips, tracing the outline of the cupid’s bow, trailing his pre-cum over my softness, teasing me. But I couldn’t resist. The feel of his semen on my lips made me hungry, desperate for more, so I twisted a bit and caught the head in my mouth, that stiff, rubbery crown so tasty, so meaty that I moaned with pleasure, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“That’s it,” Mr. Phillips panted, his eyes fixed on the dirty sight, a nude girl with her lips on his dick. “Keep going.”

And I moaned again, one hand going up to play with his balls while the other seized his dick at its base, holding it ready for a good suck. And I went at it like a crazed girl, desperate for cock, desperate to get it in me, somehow, somewhere.

I flattened my tongue and licked up his length, trailing a bulging vein along the bottom, the vein beating so fierce, so hard, that I thought he might come right then. But Mr. Phillips had better control than that, his gaze hard with desire, his breath quick and controlled as he stared at me. So I went in for another long lick, this time trailing my tongue along a huge vein on the upper side of his shaft, playing with it, feeling the blood coursing through his penis, savoring the musty taste of man. And it was so good, so yummy, that I popped him in my mouth after that, sucking at the tip, letting the pre-cum run down my throat, swallowing as much as I could.

I loved it, loved every second of it. It felt so good to have this huge piece of man meat in my warm cavern, thrusting against my tonsils, so enormous that my mouth was stretched wide, even a little uncomfortable. I could feel tears coming to my eyes, the saliva pooling uncontrollably, but I was too hungry to care and pushed his dick even further down my throat until my nose hit his pubes, his personal scent musky and all male in my nostrils.

“Ohhhh fuck, little girl,” groaned the big man, his head thrown back, eyes closed as I deep-throated him. “Fuck, you’re good.”

And that only made me try even harder. Experimentally, I began bobbing my head up and down while my hand played with his balls, the mighty shaft running up and down my throat, visibly going into my esophagus. And it felt so good, was so arousing, that after a minute or two the big man’s balls seized in my hands, going higher and tighter before he creamed.

“FUUUUUCK!” he roared, not caring if people outside heard. Hopefully there was no one around and the hallways were deserted. “Fuuuuck!” he ground out again, the sperm spurting down my throat in great gusts, lash after lash of hot white shooting down to my stomach, filling me up with the most amazing liquid I’d ever tasted, salty, sweet, and oh so delicious. And as his dick bucked and twitched inside of me, the most amazing thing happened. I came. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a virgin and this was the dirtiest scenario I’ve ever been in, or if because Mr. Phillips was so sexy, so arresting that it drove me over the edge, but I orgasmed right there, on my knees at his feet with his cock in my mouth.

“Uummmph!” I squealed as the tremors overtook me, my little body shaking, my boobs heaving up and down as my pussy clenched. “Ummph! Umpph!” I screamed through the piece of man meat in my mouth.

And the big man’s eyes popped open. Was it true? Was I really coming just from having his dick in my mouth? But the brain is the body’s most sensitive organ and the sensuousness of the situation coupled with my naiveté made it happen. My pussy was on fire, clenching and spasming, wishing for a dick inside while my breasts bobbled up and down as I rode the roller coaster of lust to an amazing climax. I shivered, shook, my cunt pulsing, creaming hard, leaving a wet spot on the floor of the classroom, a pool of my female nectar.

And after we both calmed, I took a deep breath through my nose, squeezing his balls with soft fingers as the big man withdrew from my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, watching with avid eyes as the mighty pole exited from my pink lips, inch after inch of glossy meat reappearing, still big, still semi-hard.

And I gasped once he was out, choking slightly, hacking a little.

“Oh god,” I coughed, “oh god.”

The big man was next to me in a flash, crouched on the ground.

“You okay little girl?” he stroked my cheek, then my haunches, running his big fingers over the smooth ivory.

And I shot him a smile, my mouth dry.

“You- you’re … really … big,” I whispered, my throat still sore, my lips cracked and stretched after the exercise they’d gotten.

And the alpha male just dropped a kiss on my shoulder before standing, his dick dripping, not bothering to hide the evidence of his lust.

“I know,” he grinned at me. “Ready to go again?”

And despite the soreness, the achiness, I felt a tingle start up in my pussy … because I wanted Mr. Phillips, bad.

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