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  The Naughty Virgin:

A Teacher Student Romance

(Erotic Romance)

© 2016

By Cassandra Dee

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Tabular array OF CONTENTS

The Naughty Virgin

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER THREE

Chapter Four

CHAPTER 5

Affiliate SIX

CHAPTER Vii

Affiliate EIGHT

Affiliate NINE

Chapter TEN

Affiliate ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

Affiliate Xiii

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER 15

Affiliate SIXTEEN

Affiliate SEVENTEEN

Affiliate EIGHTEEN

Affiliate Nineteen

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER Xx-ONE

Affiliate TWENTY-Two

EPILOGUE

Scandal

Chapter ONE

CHAPTER TWO

Affiliate THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

Affiliate FIVE

Affiliate 6

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER Ix

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER Xi

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER Xiii

Affiliate 14

Affiliate FIFTEEN

CHAPTER Sixteen

Chapter SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Affiliate NINETEEN

Chapter Twenty

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Chapter ONE

Evie

I clutched my books to my chest, walking downwards the hallway cocky-consciously. My girls are and so huge, big Double Ds, that sometimes I'one thousand embarrassed if I don't embrace them somehow. And so often I hug my books to me tightly, similar a shield confronting … what, I'm not sure.

Because I'm a curvy brunette with a couple actress pounds. Okay, you got me, it's more than a couple extra pounds. I'1000 generously proportioned, with big boobs, wide, swaying hips, and an ass that y'all could serve a meal on. I can't help it. Just final yr, I'd been normal, even skinny, but overnight my new effigy popped out and I'one thousand notwithstanding non used to the Jessica Rabbit proportions.

Take last week for example. I'd wandered down the hall past some meathead jocks, guys from the football team and usually it's no big deal. I'one thousand used to being an invisible girl and probably half the kids at school wouldn't be able to pick me out from a crowd. Except information technology was different this time. As I skulked by, mentum downwardly, anonymous in jeans and a sweater, the guys began nudging each other, whispering before one finally spoke.

"Dainty rack," grunted Flake Wilsey. "Hubba hubba, baby daughter."

And I'd colored, picking up the stride then that I was practically speedwalking before rounding the corner and coming to a terminate, taking a deep jiff. Information technology felt so foreign. I could still feel the male optics on my ass, my dorsum, my thighs, my boobs, and I thought it'd be bad, but instead information technology just felt … different. Like tingly, shivery, shaky different. Kind of exciting if I was honest about it, it was nice to have guys capeesh my assets, particularly afterwards years where I was nothing simply a shadow. So I flushed, bit my lip, and moved on, savoring the experience, storing the retentiveness for long nights alone in my bed.

But even my new-found effigy couldn't get me a date for Homecoming. Oh no, I was going stag, there was no one waiting at the door with a corsage and a cheesy smile. So I'd resigned myself to getting ready with my friend Mindy equally she waited for her boyfriend Homer to pick her up. Homer was okay. He and Mindy had been "dating" since 5th grade and he was a gamer blazon – his latest thing being Pokemon Become! which I thought was a lilliputian juvenile for high schoolhouse, simply I gauge Mindy didn't listen.

"Oh my god I'chiliad so excited, Homer said he was going to go me a corsage!" she babbled. "I told him majestic since my wearing apparel is purple."

I laughed a little considering Mindy was so ridiculous. It wasn't but her dress that was imperial. She had purple eyeshadow, royal shoes, and a purple necklace in addition to her purple dress, making her into the Incredible Purple Walking Girl if y'all asked me. But I scrap down on my laugh and smiled encouragingly.

"You expect great," I said, "Homer's going to love information technology."

A little white lie never killed anyone, and Mindy simply ate it upwardly.

"I know, look," she said. And she pulled her clothes up for just an instant, flashing her undies, which of course were an eye-searing shade of violet.

"Oh my god," I said, stifling giggles. "Those looked really fancy, where'd you get them?"

"Coeur de L'Amour," she replied smugly, referring to a fancy French bazaar in our neighborhood which sold all sorts of racy and lacy underthings. "Went in in that location after school and picked upwardly some stuff, promise I'll be able to utilize it tonight," she said wickedly.

And internally I was grossed out because Homer had a raging case of teen acne, I wouldn't exist able to get up shut and personal with the gangly boy fifty-fifty if yous paid me. But more power to Mindy if that'south what she wanted, dissimilar strokes for different folks after all.

"I'm sure he'll love it," I said reassuringly. "What guy wouldn't? You expect amazing."

"Really? Thank you Eves, yous're a doll," she said, staring in the mirror at herself critically before deciding to go in for some other coat of chroma. "What nearly you?" she asked, never taking her eyes off her reflection. "What are your plans?" My best friend sucked in her cheeks then she looked similar a fish earlier carefully applying the boosted brand-up.

I colored.

"Well, afterwards you exit with Homer, I was going to bulldoze myself to the dance," I mumbled.

"What?" murmured Mindy absentmindedly. At present she was reapplying lip gloss, in the color purple of course.

"I said I was going to become by myself," I said loudly this time. "Information technology's no large deal, I tin can handle it."

And that got her attention.

"Of course," said my friend with a pitying smile. "Information technology'll be fine. Tons of people are going stag, yous just take to find the right crowd and it'll be a ball. Look for me in the auditorium when you get there, yous tin can always hang out with me and Homer."

And I smiled gratefully except I knew she was but being kind. Mindy wanted to get down and dirty with her young man tonight and me every bit a third wheel wasn't exactly part of the program. I'd simply exist an unwanted distraction and ruin everything. So I hemmed and hawed until she left, before doing something wicked to brand myself experience ameliorate.

I know, I hardly requite the impression that I'yard naughty. Really, I'm a good girl who goes to class and does her homework, not the type o

f person you'd choice out for some dirty no-no. Except I was dreading the dance so much that I'd settled on a petty something to help me through the night.

Then I rolled the kumquat around with my fingers after Mindy left, feeling the smoothen, olive-sized orb, the peel an nearly fluorescent shade of orange. Oh my god, said the vocalisation in my head. Are you lot really going to be that dirty daughter?

Simply I nodded resolutely. I'd picked the kumquat from the tree outside the Biology classroom, and it was my little savior. This trip the light fantastic was going to be no fun and I needed a filthy secret, a little something to go on me going. And then I pulled down my panties, edging the lace over my hips and squatted a chip, opening upward my pussy. Taking the picayune fruit in hand, I slipped information technology over my pussy lips, warming it upwardly, letting the smooth orb massage my individual place, stirring it around my clit a bit. And fortunately I was already wet, my cunny's generous with the foam.

So I took a deep jiff and squatted a little more, bending at the knees. Gripping the fruit betwixt two fingers, I slowly pushed it into my hole. It felt then good. I'm a virgin then I'chiliad actually tight, only the kumquat was pocket-size and I was able to slide information technology in without much effort so that the orange globe was poised at the entrance of my pussy.

Bending over, I looked down. Oh yeah, that was fucking unreal, the bit of orange peeping out between my naked pussy lips. To make sure information technology'd stay in through the dancing, I pushed it in a scrap further so that my labia closed around the fruit comfortably, the perfect pink prison house, pristine and precious. Cypher looked out of identify.

And straightening, I smiled a secret smile and wiggled my ass a piffling. The orb within rolled sensuously, making me gasp involuntarily, shivers running from my cunt, spreading through my lower pelvic area. Oh fuck, was I really fix to get down with this little toy in my cunny? Experience the internal massage equally I boogied at Homecoming?

And grin that wicked smile once more, I shook my hips again for issue. Oh god, that was good, and I could hardly proceed from moaning aloud, my eyes falling airtight as the toy rolled inside my internal channel, massaging my wet cunt. Oh fuck, it was good. This was going to be the best school dance e'er.

CHAPTER TWO

Stone

I rounded the corner, coming to a deserted hallway. Looking around to make certain I was lonely, I shook a cigarette out of the pack and furtively lit up, taking a deep, satisfying elevate, making sure to exhale out an open up window.

Fuck, it fucking sucked being here on a Saturday night. All teachers at Spencer Prep are expected to put in some "service" in addition to our instruction duties and mine was chaperoning this fucking teenage trip the light fantastic toe. I could hear the thump of music from the auditorium, the beat muffled equally a rap song came on, some dude chanting about "everywhere I go, I see the aforementioned onetime ho." What a winner of a vocal.

Come to think of information technology, it was kinda catchy and the tune was practiced even if the lyrics were ridiculous. The squeals of various girls rang out equally they twisted against their teenage boyfriends, gyrating and humping on the dance floor. I shrugged. Hey, this was a high school role, a safety place to grind in front of the eyes of guidance counselors, teachers, and our vice principal. Likewise, I just wanted some peace for my nicotine fix, the kids could get nasty all they wanted.

Strolling quietly, I wandered further down the hall into a dimly lit area and gazed moodily out a window. Spencer Prep is a fancy loftier school in Manhattan, a place where parents pay xl grand dollars to ship their kids to take classes like Modern European Civilizations, AP Geometry and Conversational Standard mandarin. I was just a plain one-time Biological science teacher. Nope, not even AP, just regular. How I got hired, I have no idea except that there are some kids hither who definitely demand a steady hand. These kids are left alone way too much, with far too many resources at their fingertips and not a single adult on the horizon.

But I shrugged. My wandering pes was itching and I'd probably only be at Spencer another year or so earlier looking into something different. Maybe biotech. It's a burgeoning field and I knew I had exactly what it took, what with Dna sequencing and GMO foods in the spotlight. Information technology'd be a long shot since I'd have to transition from the classroom to a corporate gig, but this was as skillful a fourth dimension as many to brand the change. As well, I had some personal projects on the side to manage anyhow.

So lost in my thoughts, I took another elevate and wandered deeper into the shadows. The lights were dim in the corridor, my footsteps the simply sound in the deserted hallway. Except I heard information technology then. A minor scuffle and so a squeak. What the hell? Was at that place a mouse somewhere in these hallowed halls? A family of mice?

So it came once more. Another squeak, this fourth dimension louder, accompanied by a wet popping sound. WTF was going on? Were at that place kids making out on the sly? Honestly, I wasn't interested in communicable them, they could sex it upwards for all I cared, but at the same time I was curious. Who could it be?

And then I tiptoed further until the dimly lit passageway branched to the left. And around the corner, I finally saw the illicit mouse.

Because it was a girl.

A curvy, delicious daughter, kneeling on her knees off to the side with her dress hitched up over her hips, her panties downwardly around her ankles.

Her donkey and pussy were bare, facing me, every bit she played with herself. The wet folds were pink and delicious, gleaming under the depression lights as another squeal rang out, the girl's moaning breathy and hoarse as she niggled her clit.

Oh god, oh god, it was fucking astonishing. The brunette's giant jugs had fallen out of her wearing apparel and were practically dragging on the floor, they were so enormous, the nipples pressed against the ground. And her rump, information technology was like a dream come true. Heart-shaped and huge, with two white fleshy orbs that jiggled and shook as she fingered herself, the dim low-cal making them wait almost fluorescent in the darkness.

Past now I had my dick out, my mast at full-length and punching like a fucking ramrod. I watched, ravenous, as the brunette gasped and sighed, her fingers pinching her clit and and then rubbing circles around the strong nub, her ass waving in the air, anus winking and flirting with me.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. The adult female's fingers dipped lower, lightly touching her hole earlier circling it, the foam running wetly from that dirty, delicious place, streaming down her thighs there was so much fluid. And I idea she was going to frig herself then, for certain she was going to start up a rhythm, start pushing some digits into that sweet vaginal passage.

But instead the girl pulled her cunt lips autonomously, spreading them, drawing the pink puffy flesh wide and I was granted a peek up her secret passage, that succulent, glistening flesh parting to reveal her insides, moisture and bloated.

Except she wasn't empty.

Oh no, there was something jammed within her pussy and I squinted, my manus working similar a maniac upwardly and down my fuckrod as I tried to come across what was buried there. What the fuck? What could it be? I could brand out something orangish, maybe an orange toy of some sort? A trivial orange tampon that had gotten trapped upward at that place somehow?

But the girl just moaned and panted, her cheek pressed against the cold hallway floor, and lightly rubbed her pussy again before hooking a finger in and popping out the orange object with a long moan. Oh fuck. The item dropped to the floor, bouncing a bit towards me and I finally saw what information technology was.

Information technology was a kumquat. A tiny fruit the shape of an olive, with bright carroty pare but similar a real orangish, fleshy and round … and perfect for inserting into a girl's pussy. Information technology must have been her piddling hole-and-corner, carrying information technology effectually in her hot infinite, like a bead massaging her vagina, an internal toy.

And now that it was out, the brunette was going at her clit like crazy, rubbing up and downwards, massaging the potent nub in circles, her hand similar a motor equally her hole dripped juice, cream running wetly downwards her thighs.

And with a moan, a squeal, and a long gasp of "Ah ah ahs!", the daughter came hard, her pussy and donkey clenching with ecstasy, those powerful muscles clamping down once more and again, spasming every bit waves of pleasance seized her little trunk, her scream ringing out in the empty hallway.

I was fucking gear up to go now also, ram my dick hard in

to that swollen cunt, the miles of sweetness, creamy flesh beckoning to me, already wet from desire. Except I stopped because the girl lifted her head and sighed, giving me a glimpse of that sweet face up.

It was Evie Jones from my biology class. Sweet, sweetness Evie with the curvy bod, the shy smile, and the big brown eyes that trailed me as I lectured. I'd always liked her, her thoughtful means, her repose demeanor, so unlike from a lot of the spoiled kids at Spencer. Well, what exercise you know. I'd come upon 1 of my favorite students, nude with her ass upwards in the air, frigging herself during a school dance. Life couldn't go whatever better, my night had just been fabricated.

Except common sense struck me like a blow to the head. I couldn't let Evie know I'd seen, not now. So gritting my teeth, I forced my dick back in my pants, the bulge and so fucking painful I wasn't sure how I was going to chaperone the rest of the night, this boner showed no inclination of going down anytime shortly. But force it in I did, and with a yank of my zip, I imprisoned the poor guy fifty-fifty as I stared at Evie's round butt and gleaming pink $.25, withal dripping every bit she recovered from her orgasm.

Because I couldn't permit her know that I'd seen … not merely yet. Just I had plans for the sweet brunette. Oh yeah, big plans. Because I'm no saint, I'm a teacher, and my favorite student was most to become a big surprise.

CHAPTER THREE

Evie

Biology is my favorite subject and it's not just because I'm pre-med. It's because Stone Phillips, or Mr. Phillips as we telephone call him, is an amazing instructor, making even the about hard concepts seem absurd.

"Everyone," he'd say in that low growl. "What are we made of?"

A couple people yawned but a couple girls too raised their hands, eager to get his attention.

"Mr. Phillips, we're lxx five percent water!" called Hannah, a brainy brunette with glasses every bit thick as goggles.

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