The Erotic Education of a Virginal Schoolgirl by Sarah Graham
Lucy Evans parents had done a careful job of sheltering their daughter from the world of carnal exploration so often found in high school but when the curious eighteen year old stumbled across a sordid scene between a teacher she had been crushing on all year and a ‘concerned mother’ it ignited a storm of lust and desire within the innocent teen that couldn’t be stopped. After a passionate encounter with a teacher her insatiable lust drives her to explore with friends, neighbors, and anyone else she can entwine between her willing thighs.
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"We shouldn't be back here," she said. "I've got rules about leaving the path." "Don't worry," he assured her, “you’re with one of the chaperones.” He stopped puffing her when he got her into the middle of the woods. She could hear voices from the path, but she could see no one. "Sit down," he said. "We need to talk." It was warm enough to sit on the ground. She hoped the grass wouldn't stain her shorts. She saw his eyes go over her and she shivered. There was obvious hunger in his eyes. He sat down beside her and put his hand on her bare knee. "Now," he said. "That's better. We won't be bothered by anyone. What do you intend to do about what you saw?" "What do I intend to do?" she asked. "Nothing. I don't know what you mean." "Sure you do," he said. "You could get me in a lot of trouble if you wanted." "I wouldn't do that," she said. His hand squeezed her knee. His eyes were gentle but fiercely hot. She felt a knot form in her stomach. She was alone in the woods with a man. Of course, all she had to do was scream and a dozen people would come running. Somehow that didn't make her feel any less afraid. "You have very nice lips," he said. "Very pretty. So soft and inviting, but yet, prim and proper. I'd like to bruise them a little with a hard kiss." His hand kept stroking her knee and she felt a tingle in her inner thighs. His hand went a little higher until he squeezed her leg just where her shorts ended. "Just a little kiss," he said. And with his last whisper the handsome teacher leaned into his trembling student. His kiss was firm, it wasn't the sort of begging kiss she was used to from a boy just asking for more. This was a kiss from a man who was promising her something. He didn't stop at one kiss as she had known he wouldn't. He kissed her a little harder the second time. His lips were open and she understood the greedy demand of his lips. She moaned deep in her throat and encircled his neck with her arms. She pulled him closer almost without realizing what she was doing. She felt his chest pressing the warmth of her young, but mature breasts. Her thin halter did little to protect her from the insistent heat of his fingers. She found her nipples growing hard against the fabric, and she knew he was aware of it. He kissed her throat. His teeth nipped at her. She knew that things were getting to the point of no return, and she pressed her hands firmly against his chest. "No," she said. "You can't. I'm a virgin."