Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2017 17:40:22 -0800 From: J jones Subject: Mrs Lawrence Part Two This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2017 J Jones, All rights reserved Please mail to calgarydominante@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. The rest of the weekend went by in a blur. I almost didn't believe it had happened, but I still had Mrs. Lawrence's panties. I hid them with my diary in an old shoe box in the back of my closet, but I took them out Sunday night and smelled and sucked on them again as I rubbed myself. They didn't smell as strongly as they had the first time, and I didn't explode as hard without Mrs. Lawrence there, but it was still pretty intense. I actually fell asleep with them in my mouth. I woke up at 4.30 in the morning when they fell over my nose, and I frantically hid them before my mom could find me with them when she came to wake me up. I couldn't get back to sleep, and was a nervous wreck by time I got up to have a shower before school. School that week sucked. I was constantly distracted, and had trouble paying attention in class. Shelly and some of my other friends tried to find out what was wrong, but I just brushed them off. On Thursday I almost failed a quiz, even though I had spent all Tuesday night studying for it. When Shelly invited me to sleep over again on the weekend, I said no. I told her I was on the rag and not feeling very good, but really I couldn't bear to see her mom again. By the weekend I was finally feeling normal again. I hung out around the house and got caught up on homework, helped my mom with chores and cooking. I didn't even take out Mrs. Lawrence's panties to masturbate with. In fact I didn't even touch myself at all, which I usually did every night. I started Monday feeling pretty good, back to my old self. That all stopped when school ended, and Mrs. Lawrence was waiting to drive me and Shelly home. "Hi Amanda," she greeted me. "I had the afternoon off work, so I decided to give you girls a ride home!" I tried to say I could take the bus, but Mrs. Lawrence ignored me, saying that she had talked to my mom who was expecting me home soon. She took Shelly and my backpacks and put them in the trunk while we got into the back seat. I didn't know what to do. Shelly and her mom chatted about school and the upcoming field trip to the dinosaur museum, while I mostly stayed quiet. When we got to my house, I hopped out of the car as quickly as I could, almost running to get to the front door. "Slow down there Amanda," Mrs. Lawrence called after me. "You forgot your backpack. Face burning, I walked back to the car as Mrs. Lawrence got out and opened the trunk. As she handed me my backpack, she leaned in and whispered, "There's a present in there for you. Open it before you go to bed." I could only nod, grabbing my bag and hurrying into the house, slamming the door shut behind me. I ran upstairs and almost threw my backpack into my closet. I spent the rest of the evening in a daze, trying not to think of what might be in my backpack. I told my parents that I didn't have any homework so I would have an excuse not to open my bag for as long as possible. Finally it was bed time, and I locked the door to my room. Trembling, I opened my backpack. Sitting on top of my binder and text books was a small box. When I opened it, I found a typed note, a charger and a new Motorola Moto E phone. "Hello Amanda;" read the note. "You are to keep this phone with you at all times, but do not let anyone see it. Make sure to check it when you wake up in the morning, at lunch when you are at school and before you go to bed. The password is 2003." When I turned on the phone, there was a text message waiting. "Respond when you have the phone turned on and you are alone in your room," it read. The sender was already in the phones contacts as B. It was the only one there. "Who is this?" I texted back. I sat on my bed staring at the phone for about five minutes when it buzzed, making me jump. "You know who this is," the reply read. "Are you alone in your room?" "Yes." "Is the door locked?" "Yes." "What are you wearing?" "My pajamas," I replied. "Send me a picture," was the response. I went and stood in front of the mirror on my closet door and took a picture. I was suddenly embarrassed by the childish pjs I was wearing. There were shorts and a t-shirt in baby blue with red and green balloons on them. "Cute. Now pull the shirt up over your tits, drop the shorts to around our ankles and take another picture." I felt like I was going to be sick, but I didn't know what else to do, so I did as I was told. I was incredibly self conscious of my barley there boobs and sparse brown pubes and pulled the pajamas back into place the second after I took the picture. "Good girl," came the final text. "You can go to sleep now. Don't forget to check the phone when you get up." I turned out the lights and crawled into bed. It took me forever to fall asleep. When I woke up, there was a message waiting for me. "Every morning from now on you will take three pictures and send them to me. One fully naked. One wearing your bra and panties. One fully dressed." I sighed, but decided to get it over with. While I was still really nervous, the whole thing was starting to get me excited. Mrs. Lawrence obviously wasn't mad about me stealing her panties, and seemed to like my body. Maybe I'd even be able to see her body soon. I took off my pjs, then stood in front of the mirror and took the first picture. I wanted to look sexy for Mrs. Lawrence, so I picked out a cute red thong to wear, and the closest thing I had to a sexy bra, the black training one. After I took the second picture, I finally got dressed, wearing jeans and a sweater. Then, because I was an idiot, I had to strip again so I could go have a shower. I promised myself that next time I would remember to have a shower first. When I got back to my room after the shower, there was a text waiting for me. "Good girl," it said. "Between 10 and 11, go to the toilets and bring the phone with you. Text me when you are there." I hid the phone in the bottom of my backpack, then went down for breakfast. The morning went by quickly. At 10:15 I was in math class and we were working on some problems, so I got permission to go to the bathroom. When I got there, I quickly dug the phone out of my bag and texted Mrs. Lawrence, "I'm in the bathroom." A minute later the response came back: "get naked nd send a pict." Suddenly nervous, I did as I was told. I took all my clothes and piled them on top of the toilet seat, leaving my socks on so that I wouldn't have to stand barefoot on the gross floor. I also hoped that way if someone came in and looked under the stall, the would think I had a hiked up skirt or dress, not that I was buck naked. Almost as soon as I sent the picture, a response came back. "put ur thong back on and rub ur clit through it." I was so wet that almost as soon as the panties were on, there were soaked, especially as I started rubbing myself. It felt incredible, and I was already starting to approach the big one when there was another text. "Stop rubbing, get dressed and get back to class." I almost didn't stop, I was so close, but in the end I did as I was told. I was uncomfortable for the rest of the morning, my pussy crying for more attention so I could finish. During lunch I surreptitiously checked the phone, but there were no new texts. In social, which was an afternoon class on Mondays, I even went back to the bathroom and checked again, but still nothing. Mrs. Lawrence wasn't there to give me or Shelly a ride home after school, so I took the bus. While I was riding home, sitting on the seat with my backpack in my lap, I felt the phone buzz. As soon as I got off the bus, I ran the block and a half from the bus stop to my house, barley even saying hi to my mom as I raced upstairs to check the phone. I had managed to stop paying attention to my pussy, but as soon as the phone buzzed, I felt myself getting wet again. I slammed and locked my bedroom door behind me and tore my backpack open to get to the phone. "is ur hymen intact," the phone asked. "No," I typed back. "I broke it in gym class a few years ago." "get a sharpie nd strip naked." I did as I was told, getting a marker from my backpack and throwing my clothes into a pile in the corner. I hoped onto my bed, marker in one hand and phone in the other. "Done!" I was pretty sure I knew what was coming, and I was proven right a second later. "fuck ur smelly little cunt with the marker," came the text. "thirty secs. take a vid." The marker wasn't as big as the hairbrush handle I sometimes used, and it slid in easily. Once the sharpie was in, I turned the phone around and started filming. With one hand holding the phone, I pushed the marker in and out. It felt good, but unfortunately with the phone in my hand I couldn't rub my button. Once I finished the video, I left the marker inside me, and started lightly rubbing my button while I sent the video. "did u cum?" "Not yet. I'm really wet tho." "get dressed," came the response. I groaned. I was so horny I felt like I was going to die. "I NEED to finish!" "tonight. go do ur homework." I almost finished myself off, but I wanted to see what was going to happen later, so instead I got dressed again, and pulled my homework of my backpack. I managed to get myself lost in math homework and stop thinking about my vag for a while. By the time dinner came around, I had pretty much dried out though my panties were feeling a little crusty. After dinner I watched TV for a couple of hours. Pretty soon I was distracted and couldn't concentrate on what I was watching. I was excited to see what the phone was going to tell me to do, and I really wanted to cum. There wasn't any message waiting for me, so I typed one quickly. "In my room. Can I cum?" While I waited for a response, I quickly stripped, throwing my clothes in the laundry. I sat cross legged on my bed and began lightly tickling my vag as I waited. By the time the response finally came fifteen minutes later I was almost ready to explode. "r u naked." "Ya. Can I cum now?" "get the sharpie." I immediately grabbed the pen, and slid it into my wet box, moaning as it entered me. "It's in my vag," I texted. "put it in ur ass," was the reply. "WHAT?!?!" I sent back. I had never played with my butt at all. That was something sluts dd for pervert boyfriends. "if u want to cum, put it in ur asshole," the phone said. "or go to sleep without cumming." I grimaced, but pulled the sharpie from my vag. The movement felt nice, but I missed it inside me once it was out. I lay back and spread my legs, then used one hand to pull my butt cheeks apart. With my other hand I took the sharpie and began pressing it against my butthole. The pressure felt weird and made me want to clench up, but I tried to relax. It felt like there was a little pop, and then the sharpie started sliding in. It hurt a little, and felt like I was pooping backwards, but then it was in up to the cap. Anticipating what I would be asked next, I took a picture of it. It looked weird. There was the small patch of hair at the top of my box, very wet slit, and underneath it all, a red pen cap that looked like it was growing out of my skin. A few seconds after I sent the picture, I got a reply. "leave it in till u cum." I rubbed furiously at my button, and in less than thirty seconds I exploded. My whole body contracted, and the sharpie got pushed halfway out of my butt it was squeezed so hard. My back arched and then I collapsed back to bed. I pulled the sharpie the rest of the way out of my butt, wrinkling my nose at the smell of the thin brown line on it. I quickly used some Kleenex to wipe it off. While I was cleaning up, the phone buzzed. "did u cum." "Ya. It was really good." "remember to send the pic n the morning. night" Exhausted after my big cum, I crawled under the covers and went to sleep.