Teacher's pet
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
21,134
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Conference Call
[AUTHOR'S NOTES: another chapter, another
gratuitous sex scene ;) . As usual, I would love
to hear your reviews: it's nice to have a list of the
people you've turned on, hehe. Also, I would love
to receive e-mails: go ahead, and make me a
happy girl... ;) ]
TEACHER’S PET (part 10)
The phone is cold in my hands. My fingers hover over the buttons as I try to convince myself to dial her number, to get her on the phone. I know I’m being a coward here, but I also know I’ll never be able to ask my questio heo her face, that I couldn’t bear to watch those luscious red lips form the dreaded words as she answers. I take a deep breath, and dial her number.
The phone rings a few times. Just when I want to hang up, relieved that she isn’t home, I hear her voice.
“Carol Brahms.”
I wait, as my heart beats faster. Her voice is soft and luring over the phone.
“Carol… It’s Lucy.”
“Lucy… what a surprise! Sorry it took me so long to answer: I just came out of the shower, and I’m dripping wet.”
Great. Exactly the image I don’t need. I can hear my voice wavering as I talk to her.
“Carol, we have to talk about something.”
There’s silence at the other end. For a moment I’m afraid she’s going to hang up, and that will be the end of it. If she’s upset enough to do that, I know that what I want to ask her must be true. Finally, she reacts.
“I’m so glad you called, honey. What are you wearing?”
My eyes widen. I squirm on the bed as I try to concentrate, to focus on my question.
“Look, Carol, I don’t want to do this right now. There’s something I…”
“Mmmm, I wish you were here… I’m only wearing a towel, and there are drops of water all over my skin… I long for you to dry me off…”
I gasp, unwillingly: I realize she's already broken my resistance, but I don't want to go down without a fight. I can feel my nipples hardening against the soft, thin fabric of my T-shirt.
"Carol… We need to talk… About Principal Weisz…"
Silence again, just for a heartbeat. I feel ready to pull myself together, to confront her. My lips form the words I've been practising all afternoon.
Then I hear her moan.
"Mmmm… You know I was thinking of you, when I was in the shower… Thinking about your soft little hands on my wet skin… sliding over my breasts… And I could feel myself pressing back against you, our naked bodies rubbing together… Mmmm… can't you feel it?"
I can: my skin is tingling, my nipples brushing against my shirt: all I can do is moan loudly into the receiver.
"Mmmm… I'm taking you in hands… feeling you… sliding down to your wet, waiting centre… I can feel you shiver at my touch… slowly… slowly…"
I moan, louder: my hand is instinctively sliding down to my soaked panties, the last bit of my fragile resistance shattered. I quiver as my fingertips slide into my panties, brushing over my soft wet folds as I see her naked image dance before my eyes, luring me, smiling reassuringly. My middle finger slips into me effortlessly.
"I'm down to your hot pussy… Rubbing it softly with my fingertips… Feeling the heat there, smiling at you as I lovingly part the folds, slipping in two fingers… Mmmm… are you wet, Lucy?"
I gasp for air, moaning into the receiver: my parted lips form the sounds struggling to escape.
"Yesss…"
"That's my girl."
I rub my hand against me, bucking my hips: I can hear the springs of the mattress squeaking as I lose myself in lust.
"I pump my fingers in and out of you, hearing you moan, loving it… Pumping faster and deeper with every thrust… Mmmmmmmmmmm…"
I bite my lower lip, fighting a scream. My mind gets clouded, my fingers grinding away inside my wet panties: I can hear them make sopping noises with every motion. I groan into the receiver.
"Cum for me, honey… cum for me…"
I pump faster: my body starts to shake uncontrollably as the heat in my pussy expands to my thighs and stomach. I clench my thighs around my hand, grinding hard on it while the muscles in my lower body start to contract, faster and faster. I feel the orgasm starting in the centre of my convulsing pussy, billowing out through my whole body, making my head spin with pleasure. I fall down on the bed, screaming, jerking in the aftermath, toes curled in ecstacy. It takes a while before my senses return: I can hear the soft sound of Carol breathing, and another, softer sound: a low moaning, distinctly like that of a woman I know well.
"Goodnight, Lucy."
Principal Weisz' voice. My mind goes blank again as I hear the dial tone against my ear.
gratuitous sex scene ;) . As usual, I would love
to hear your reviews: it's nice to have a list of the
people you've turned on, hehe. Also, I would love
to receive e-mails: go ahead, and make me a
happy girl... ;) ]
TEACHER’S PET (part 10)
The phone is cold in my hands. My fingers hover over the buttons as I try to convince myself to dial her number, to get her on the phone. I know I’m being a coward here, but I also know I’ll never be able to ask my questio heo her face, that I couldn’t bear to watch those luscious red lips form the dreaded words as she answers. I take a deep breath, and dial her number.
The phone rings a few times. Just when I want to hang up, relieved that she isn’t home, I hear her voice.
“Carol Brahms.”
I wait, as my heart beats faster. Her voice is soft and luring over the phone.
“Carol… It’s Lucy.”
“Lucy… what a surprise! Sorry it took me so long to answer: I just came out of the shower, and I’m dripping wet.”
Great. Exactly the image I don’t need. I can hear my voice wavering as I talk to her.
“Carol, we have to talk about something.”
There’s silence at the other end. For a moment I’m afraid she’s going to hang up, and that will be the end of it. If she’s upset enough to do that, I know that what I want to ask her must be true. Finally, she reacts.
“I’m so glad you called, honey. What are you wearing?”
My eyes widen. I squirm on the bed as I try to concentrate, to focus on my question.
“Look, Carol, I don’t want to do this right now. There’s something I…”
“Mmmm, I wish you were here… I’m only wearing a towel, and there are drops of water all over my skin… I long for you to dry me off…”
I gasp, unwillingly: I realize she's already broken my resistance, but I don't want to go down without a fight. I can feel my nipples hardening against the soft, thin fabric of my T-shirt.
"Carol… We need to talk… About Principal Weisz…"
Silence again, just for a heartbeat. I feel ready to pull myself together, to confront her. My lips form the words I've been practising all afternoon.
Then I hear her moan.
"Mmmm… You know I was thinking of you, when I was in the shower… Thinking about your soft little hands on my wet skin… sliding over my breasts… And I could feel myself pressing back against you, our naked bodies rubbing together… Mmmm… can't you feel it?"
I can: my skin is tingling, my nipples brushing against my shirt: all I can do is moan loudly into the receiver.
"Mmmm… I'm taking you in hands… feeling you… sliding down to your wet, waiting centre… I can feel you shiver at my touch… slowly… slowly…"
I moan, louder: my hand is instinctively sliding down to my soaked panties, the last bit of my fragile resistance shattered. I quiver as my fingertips slide into my panties, brushing over my soft wet folds as I see her naked image dance before my eyes, luring me, smiling reassuringly. My middle finger slips into me effortlessly.
"I'm down to your hot pussy… Rubbing it softly with my fingertips… Feeling the heat there, smiling at you as I lovingly part the folds, slipping in two fingers… Mmmm… are you wet, Lucy?"
I gasp for air, moaning into the receiver: my parted lips form the sounds struggling to escape.
"Yesss…"
"That's my girl."
I rub my hand against me, bucking my hips: I can hear the springs of the mattress squeaking as I lose myself in lust.
"I pump my fingers in and out of you, hearing you moan, loving it… Pumping faster and deeper with every thrust… Mmmmmmmmmmm…"
I bite my lower lip, fighting a scream. My mind gets clouded, my fingers grinding away inside my wet panties: I can hear them make sopping noises with every motion. I groan into the receiver.
"Cum for me, honey… cum for me…"
I pump faster: my body starts to shake uncontrollably as the heat in my pussy expands to my thighs and stomach. I clench my thighs around my hand, grinding hard on it while the muscles in my lower body start to contract, faster and faster. I feel the orgasm starting in the centre of my convulsing pussy, billowing out through my whole body, making my head spin with pleasure. I fall down on the bed, screaming, jerking in the aftermath, toes curled in ecstacy. It takes a while before my senses return: I can hear the soft sound of Carol breathing, and another, softer sound: a low moaning, distinctly like that of a woman I know well.
"Goodnight, Lucy."
Principal Weisz' voice. My mind goes blank again as I hear the dial tone against my ear.