Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2017 17:40:22 -0800
From: J jones <calgarydominante@yahoo.com>
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.