Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
The shower is just what my body needs. Moaning deeply, I close my eyes and let the hot water massage my sore muscles. Because what had happened at lunch today was incredible. Not only had I deep-throated Mr. Phillips, but he’d touched me, fondled my breasts, stroked my pussy … and left me with a grape inside of me.
The fruit teased me still. My fingers creep down between my legs and slowly touch between my labia. Yep, it’s still there; the little green globe is still being held snugly by my interior passage, my vagina having been invaded oh so subtly. I squeeze my internal muscles experimentally and immediately moan again. The grape feels good, really tantalizing, massaging my interior like a set of ben-wa balls. I can’t wait to see the big man tomorrow, let him pop the fruit out of me, and then … and then …
Oh god, I can’t wait. I want his dick, and I want it badly. Mr. Phillips is everything after all. Intelligent, handsome, with an athletic bod and a real gift as a teacher. He is so smart and so experienced, and I’m lucky to be his student. I’m even luckier because Mr. Phillips’ specialty is biology, and I’m getting a lesson in the birds and the bees, up close and personal.
I moan and shudder again, thinking back to the kumquat and now this grape. It might seem odd that I can be a virgin and yet still harbor the fruit in my vag, but that’s because the fruits are really small. Kumquats and grapes are about the size of an olive, so I’m able to hold them in my pussy without breaking my hymen. I can let them roll around and yet keep the thin piece of tissue intact.
Speaking of hymen, the whole scenario this afternoon had been a surprise. I had no idea that a man could taste your hymen, that he could literally lick it if he stuck his tongue far enough up your snatch. Remembering that moment, I color again, my body growing hot. I’d been so naïve and so untested; I’d known nothing, and Mr. Phillips had known everything. He’d recognized it as soon as he’d tasted it, as soon as he had flicked his tongue against the rubbery barrier.
But that’s all about to change. Soon, he’ll be punching through my virginity with his cock, and I can’t wait. I want to feel that hard club in my secret space, filling me entirely, stretching me, and making me cream and melt for more. I lift a leg, placing my foot on the shower seat and baring my snatch. Picking up a razor, I massage my private parts, moaning at the rub. There’s no need for shaving cream because I’m literally so wet from my internal juices that additional lube is unnecessary. Slowly, I hold my lips apart, baring myself for the shave.
Choking back a gasp, I run the razor over my left pussy lip, the touch smooth and raspy at once. I want to be as bare as a baby for tomorrow, completely fresh and nubile, my pussy soft and sensitive. So I stroke the razor up and down, dreaming of Mr. Phillips all the while, pretending the razor is his tongue.
That thought causes the juices to gush more and more and my legs to grow weak. Since I’m about to fall over, I sit on the shower seat and pull my knees up. Holding my lips tight once more, I run the razor over my pussy lips again, pretending it’s Mr. Phillips’ fingers this time that are trailing over my flesh, commanding me, and using me. The grape starts wobbling inside as my internal muscles start to spasm and cream; it feels so amazing. Biting my lip, I force myself to finish shaving. With a few more swipes, I scoop up every last hair, making sure my pussy is completely bare.
But I’m not done yet. Turning around, I grab a small hand-mirror from the ledge and bend over, aiming it at my ass. Looking through my spread legs, I angle my butt and then drag the razor over my anus, trying to get as close a shave as possible on my rear end too. Because who knows? Mr. Phillips promised to pop my pussy cherry … but maybe he’ll do my ass cherry too.
CHAPTER TEN
Stone
This is so fucking wrong. I’m supposed to be tutoring Evie for a fucking test, and instead, I’m fucking my student. Correction. I haven’t fucked her yet, but I’m about to, and nothing is going to stop me. A nuclear blast, a hurricane – absolutely nothing is getting between me and that untouched pussy.
Because I can’t wait. There is just something so tantalizing about fresh pussy, that untouched kitty, having never harbored a man’s dick before. And the fact that it’s Evie’s kitty? Even better. The teen is everything that I’ve ever wanted – sweet, generous, and not at all stuck up, despite being at this snooty school.