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Virgina By Dirty Dawg
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
STORY:"Virgina" By Dirty Dawg
From: Dawson Rambo <[email protected]>
Date: 9 Aug 1994 02:22:34 GMT (Page 1 of 1)
"Virgina"
By Dirty Dawg
Standard Disclaimer : This story contains scenes of
sexual contact between an young male
and an older female. If this sort of thing offends
you, you might be better off not reading this story.
Everyone at The Duart School knew about Miss
Pearson. She taught Junior and Senior French to a roomfull
of horny teenaged boys. She liked to wear short, tight
skirts and silk blouses that really showed off her swinging
milkers. It was rumored that she never wore underpants, and
there were fisfights about who got to sit in the front row.
But there were other rumors, too. Rumors about things that
went on after school, late at night, in the library and
Language Lab. Stories about Miss Pearson picking a senior or
junior boy and 'bringing him under her wing,' and teaching
him about the ways and means of adult physical love.
Like all prep school stories, however, this one was
mostly discounted. We'd heard all the fake stories before,
about how the gym used to have a swimming pool, about
selling freshmen tickets to the elevator (which didn't
exist,) shit like that. No one really believed that Miss
Pearson fucked any of the students, and no one could get a
confirmation on the underwear question, either.
Until now.
I'm a senior, 18 years of male testosterone
contained in a six foot three 230 pound wrestler's body.
I've been Captain of the Wrestling and Baseball teams for
two years now, and was looking foward to entering Princeton
this next fall. I drew Miss Pearson as my Study Hall and
French IV teacher, and was looking foward to a year of
watching her stretch the seams of her clothing to the
ripping point. When that broad bent over to pick up a piece
of chalk, you could hear a pin drop. Every male head was
swivelling like it was on casters, trying to get a peek of
her first-class rearend.
French IV is filled with senior boys, so we've all
been around the prep school block a few times. She knew all
the tricks, we knew them all too, and she knew we knew she
knew and all that shit. So we didn't try and pull any shit
on her, and she didn't hassle us that much. Homework was
plentiful, but she understood if you had to study for one of
the harder subjects like Chemistry or Physics, didn't break
your balls if you had a valid excuse for not turning work
in. As long as you made it up. Jocks got an even bigger
break, because we brought money and fame to the school. The
alumni like to come watch us kick Choate's or Exeter's ass
as baseball and football.
So as a senior jock, I thought I had a little more
slack cut for me by default. That worked until about the
fifth week of the fall term, at which point I had fallen
very, very behind in French.
She asked me to stay after class. I sat in my seat
in the fourth row, wondering if she was going to break my
balls. She came around from the desk, and then sat down on
it, crossing her long, lean legs. I heard the slick,
'snikky' sound as her stockings rubbed together. All I saw
were miles and miles of tanned leg, and I wondered what
mysteries they hid. She leaned foward, placing her hands on
the desk, and I could see her breasts bobbling inside her
silk blouse.
"Mr. Howle. What are we going to do with you?"
"Miss Pearson?" Trying to play dumb.
She shot me an annoyed look and snittly shook her
head. Her tits wobbled again, and I had to fight not to
latch my eyes onto them. They were huge, man, at least 38C,
maybe 40C. And they just looked so fucking ROUND.
"You know excatly what I'm talking about, young man.
You are way behind in your work in this class, and I want to
know what you intend to do about it."
I just shrugged my shoulders, knowing that my little
bubble was about to burst. She let the silence drag on for a
good two minutes, and then seemed to make up her mind.
"Meet me in the library, every night, starting
tonight, at seven sharp. We'll spend one hour on your French
homework. Any questions?" I just shook my head and tried to
look shamefaced. Thinking about Miss Pearson's tits had made
my cock hard, and I didn't want to stand up, but the meeting
was obviously over. My cock was making a huge tent in my
pants, and I tried to hide it with my books. It didn't work.
I looked up and caught Miss Pearson staring intently at my
crotch, a gleam behind her eyes that I couldn't identify.
She licked her lips a little and then lifted her gaze to
mine.
"Yes," she said. "I'm sure we can...work something
out."
* * * * * * * * *
All day, as you can probably imagine, I was hard,
thinking about Miss Pearson, the library, and the stories
I'd heard about her. Seven didn't come fast enough. I was at
the library at six ten, working my ass of on Physics. She
arrived at seven sharp, and I felt like I had died and gone
to heavan.
She was wearing a burgandy minidress, black seamed
stockings, and impossibly high heels. The dress was so tight
that there was no way she was wearing anything underneath
it. That single fact, that she was completely and utterly
naked under that dress, screamed through my brain with the
force of a freight train. I had a hard time conjugating
verbs for the next fifty minutes, but managed to muddle
through somehow.
Miss Pearson asked me to walk her back to her campus
apartment. I agreed, and we took a leisurely ten minutes to
get to her place. At her door, she looked at me strangely
for a minute, and then asked me if I had a French text that
was part of the course syllabus. I admitted that I hadn't
gotten it yet, and she offered to lend me her copy.
I knew that this was it, and I agreed instantly. In
retrospect, probablly a little too eagerly. She invited me
in, and I followed her inside. She told me to wait in the
kitchen, that she would go and get it. Five minutes passed,
and then I heard her calling to me from another part of her
apartment. I expected to find her naked in front of a
roaring fireplace, and what I found instead was almost as
exciting.
Miss Pearson was bent over a bookshelf in her
library, the hem of her dress peeking above the curve of her
ass. I was looking directly into her taffy-colored pussy
hair. I could see her pink, inviting lips peeking out at me,
a small drop of moisture clinging to the hairs. I was
instantly hard, and she turned around, holding a book in her
hand. Her gaze dropped to the lump in my shorts.
"My, my," she asked. "Did I do that?" I just nodded,
trying to hide the smile.
"Well, Mr. Howle, I suppose you have heard the
rumors about me, have you not?" I shifted uncomfortably on
my feet, not wanting to tell her the truth. "Mr. Howle? You
have heard that I like...young men, haven't you?" I silently
nodded.
"Good," she said. "Here are the rules. I pick one
boy a year, and take him under my wing. I teach him
everything he needs to know about women. In exchange for
that, all I expect is silence while our relationship lasts.
You will tell no one. If you breathe a word of this to
anyone while you are a student here, not only will you never
get to touch me again, but I will have you expelled, charged
with rape, and arrested, in that order. Is that clear?"
I just nodded, eager to get started.
"Say it, Mr. Howle. Tell me what I want to hear." I
swore that I would never tell another living, breathing
soul, as long as I was a student. She smiled at me.
"Have you ever had a woman, Ben?"
I just shook my head. "Nothing? Never kissed a girl?
Never felt her tits? Nothing?"
Again, I just shook my head. Miss Pearson told me to
call her Virgina, and indicated that I should sit on the
couch. She sat next to me and smiled at me.
"You're going to be very nervous the first few
times, Ben. That is normal and expected. And for me, just a
bit exciting. But if you pay attention, and do as I ask, and
learn your lessons, I will let you have access to this body
as often as you want for the rest of the school year. Deal?"
"Deal," I managed to croak, and then she kissed me.
One minute she was looking at me much like a scientist looks
at a speciman, the next her mouth was against mine, her warm
lips pressing against me, her tongue tickling my lips. I
opened my mouth, and we fell into the most passionate kiss I
have ever had in my life, including the thousands I've had
since Virgina. Her mouth was so warm and wet and sucking;
she seemed to inhale me with a single breath. Her hands were
on my shoulders, feeling my muscles, squeezing me as we
kissed. Her hand dropped to my lap, outlining the curve of
my cock, stroking me through the material. I hadn't cum in
about two weeks, and I knew that I was going to shoot very,
very fast.
Virgina knew this, and breaking this kiss, she
reached down and unbuckled and unzipped, fishing my cock out
of my pants. It burst into the cool night air, hard and
throbbing, a little bit of my lubrication seeping out of the
pisshole.
Virgina stroked me softly, her other hand tickling
my nuts. "I'm going to shoot, Miss Pearson!"
"Call me Virgina," she whispered, kissing me again.
"When a woman has your hard cock in her hands, it is
permissable to call her by her first name, Ben." I was too
busy trying not to shoot. It was no use, and I blew, the
first arc streaming high and wide, hitting Virgina in the
hair. The second hit her dress right where her tits were,
and the rest just pumped out and dribbled over her hand. She
was stroking me the entire time, her fingers working magic
on my straining flesh. When I was done, her hand was covered
in my cum. Grinning at me, a wicked grin that I would come
to know and love, Virgina lifted the hand to her mouth and
slowly, delibertely licked every drop of my cum off of her
hands, licking in between her fingers, sucking on the tips,
and smacking her lips in satisfaction.
"God, I love the taste of young men," she whispered.
"Come now, Ben, undress for me. Show me your body." I stood,
and with shaking hands, managed to get all my clothes off in
about a ottosecond. Virgina was smiling the entire time, her
legs crossed, one arm across the back of the couch, chewing
on the corner of one nail as I stood naked before her. I had
a hard, teenager's body, with rippling muscles and cut abs.
My quads were really bulked up, and I knew I looked good.
I'd been told that I had the best body in the senior class,
and I knew now that all those hours spent in the gym were
going to pay off.
Virgina stood before me, still fully dressed, and
began running her hands all over my body, tracing my muscles
with a feather touch. She kissed my skin, her lips so warm
and wet and soft, tugging at the hair surrounding one
nipple, tasting the skin of my inner elbow, licking behind
my ear, sucking at my earlobe. I may have shot fast the
first time, but my cock was hard and pounding, ready to go
again. Virgina's hands found it during her explorations, and
she smiled as her hand closed around my thick girth.
"Oh, my, how I do love young, hard men!" she
giggled. "Now, Ben, undress me. Do like I did to you.
Slowly, one piece at a time. Taste what you find. We have
all the time in the world; go slow." I did as she told me,
leaning in to kiss her mouth softly, gently. I kissed her
face, her eyes, her neck, taking a few special moments to
tease the sides and backs of her neck. My sister told me
that's where she's most sensitive, and judging by Virgina's
response, most women were sensitive there, too. My hands
were lightly tracing her form, her arms and back and hips.
My hands gently cupped her ass, and then a little harder,
thrusting our bodies together. Virgina gasped at the sudden
grasp, and then smiled when I loosened my grip.
"You learn fast, Ben. Hard *and* soft. Very good." I
smiled and kissed her again, a little more tongue this time,
as my hands came up to test her breasts. They filled my
hands, the hard nipples poking my palms through the silky
smooth material of her dress. My fingers traced the scoop in
front, reaching under to tease just the tops of her mammoth
tits. While I was doing that, my free fingers were lightly
tracing her nipples through the dress, just glancing off of
them. Virgina gasped and stiffened against me, her free hand
coming up to my neck, winding her fingers in my hair as she
pulled my face to hers for another kiss. She was still
standing in her heels, and we were almost face to face;
she's a very tall women.
The dress was a pullover. I unbuckled the belt and
let it fall to the ground, then slipped the dress off her
shoulders and down, revealing both breasts to me. The
material was tight, so tight that it got caught up on her
tits, the material catching on her nipples. A tug later, a
gasp from Virgina, and it was to her waist, both breasts
settling back heavily against her rib cage.
Virgina's hands were resting lightly on my shoulder
as I bent to kiss one nipple, my first nipple. As my mouth
tasted her for the first time there, her fingernails dug
into my naked shoulders. Her breast was heavy and full in my
hands, and felt completely at home. I worked both breasts
lightly at first, just getting to know them, before
centering on her nipples. I sucked them both to erection,
loving the way they poked out. They were each as big as a
penny around, and stuck out a good half inch from her tits.
I knelt on the floor and kissed her belly, stopping to kiss
and suck and tongue her navel. My hands were working on the
dress, tugging it past her sexty hips. It gave and fell to
the floor, revealing that the belt had hidden a sexy satin
garterbelt holding up her stockings. As I had suspected, she
was not wearing panties. Her neatly groomed cunt stared me
right in the face, and I leaned in to inhale her musk and
blow on her pubic hair. Her fingers dug harder into me, and
she stepped out of the dress, turning to sit on the couch.
She spread her legs and watched me, fascinated, as I knelt
before her, cupping her calves in my hands. I gently spread
her legs, and Virgina moved to assist me, resting her weight
on her elbows as she moved her ass to the edge of the couch.
Her cunt spread before me, and I could see her fat, blood-
engorged lips rub wetly against each other.
I started kissing her legs, working slowly north,
gently licking the glass-smooth skin of her thighs.
Virgina's breathing deepened as I neared her furry gates,
and I knew that I was going to try and give her a first
class pussy licking. Her scent was stronger now, almost
overwhelming. It was a deep, musky scent that made the blood
pound in my eardrums. I'd studied phermones in science, and
knew that there was no human equivalent, but at that moment
I would have gladly worn Virgina's cunt juice as cologne for
the rest of my life.
Finally, my lips brushed her pubic hair. I toyed
with them for a few seconds, pulling at them with my teeth.
Virgina's hands were now on my head, gently pushing me
closer. I resisted, toying with her, until she began to
whine, gently, under her breath.
I lowered my face between her legs and took a deep
breath. Slowly, softly, I began licking at her lips, long,
slow licks like a dog might use. Pointing my tonge, I slowly
worked my way inside. She was creamy warm, sopping wet, and
I loved the taste of her. Virginia gently guided my head,
showing me where she wanted to be licked and sucked. I
teased her clitoris for a few seconds, and then moved on,
spearing my tongue directly into her center. Her legs closed
around my head, silky thighs against my ears as she hunched
her cunt into my face and showered me with a rain of
cuntjuice.
She pulled away from me, gasping, her chest flush
with climax, her nipples harder than ever. "That...how did..
.?"
I just smiled. "I've read up on the subject. Dirty
Dawg stories."
Virgina smiled. "Oh, you read him too?"
"The best erotic author on the planet, bar none!"
"I heard he was going to win a Nobel Literature
Prize! And that he was going to be sainted-" Virgina gasped
as I buried my face between her legs again. "That's right,"
she moaned. "Enough talk. More lick." I ate her to three
more orgasms. My face looked like the proverbial glazed
donut when I looked at her again, and Virgina wasted no time
in bringing my face to hers and licking all of her juice off
of me. We shared a sticky, passionate kiss, and fell to the
floor together. My cock was throbbing beyond control now,
and I wanted so desperately to fuck her.
"Time for the main event," Virgina giggled, lying
back and spreading her legs. "Come and get it, big guy!" I
kneed her legs wide apart, staring at her wide-open cunt. It
looked so inviting, so warm and welcoming. Virgina reached
down a hand and grasped me, guiding my cock to her entrance.
I felt warmth, stickiness, and then I was sliding in,
burying my entire seven inches in one long, smooth lunge. My
balls slapped gently against her asscheek. I was inside her
to the root. My face screwed up with concentration as I
fought not to cum. Virgina clasped her cunt around me,
milking my milkbone with her muscles.
"Now fuck me, Ben! Fuck me as hard as you can!" I
started stroking, slowly at first, building up speed and
depth as I gained cofidence. I looked down at Virgina, saw
her smiling up at me, twisting her nipples as her tits
bounced and rocked from the force of my pounding thrusts. We
set up a constant, pounding beat, Virgina's legs coming
around to grasp me tightly, her heels pounding against my
ass as I fed her more and more of my cock. She shuddered
through one orgasm, then another, calling out my name and
crying with the force and intensity of her pleasure. Her
hands were grasping my biceps, pinching me as I fucked her
relentlessly, again and again, pulling her legs up to give
me a deeper angle for penetration. I was sweating like a
pig, showering her with my wetness, shoving as much cock as
I could inside her, getting ever closer to the ultimate
release.
I blew, slamming my cock into her one last time,
squiring my load inside the walls of her tightly clutching
cunt. She came with me, calling out my name again, her hands
on my ass, pulling me tightly against her. Panting, I rolled
off, and she rolled onto me, resting her head on my chest as
my cock slowly softened inside her cunt. We just sat there,
catching our breath, lightly fondling each other, silently
marvelling at the intensity of the encounter.
She lifted her head. "That was..."
"Incredible!" I finished.
"I'll say. I've never cum so much with a student
before, Ben. And never at the same time! That was my first
simultaneous orgasm with one of my students! You are a
natural, boy!"
I thanked her for the compliment and felt my cock
liquidly slide from her well-used cunt. She slid down my
body, and treated me to a slow, languid, sloppy blowjob that
had me screaming hard again in no time at all. Standing, she
offered her hand to me. We walked into her bedroom, and then
into the master bath. She started the shower, dropped her
garter, stockings and heels, and stepped in. We washed each
other slowly, lovingly, paying special attention to special
areas. We ended up fucking under the spray, me pinning her
against the wall as I fucked her from behind. Her mouth was
slack with passion as the water beat down on our wildly
thrusting bodies. She was groaning, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" over
and over again. Her nasty littany got to me, and I emptied
myself inside her once again, adding my second load to the
one already there.
She made me eat her then, sucking my own jizz out of
her cunt. I was flat on my back in the shower, watching as
Virgina squatted over my face, holding her cunt open with
two fingers so I could see what I was about to do. Her
jizzy, red little cunt slowly lowered until it was on my
face, and I feasted on the mixture of our juices pouring out
of her sloppy, swampy cunt.
We got out of the shower, and Virgina dressed me,
admonishing me to our deal once again. I promised to keep
our deal, and walked back to my dorm, making it inside just
before lights out. I fell asleep that night dreaming of all
the raunchy, nasty things Virgina and I were going to do
with each other over the next nine months.
End Part I
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