Message-ID: <5781eli$9711222343@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5781.txt> From: "Ms. Which" <mswhich@hotmail.com> X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Miss Hawkins, Part II Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19971122202922.23440.qmail@hotmail.com> WARNING: If it is illegal for you to read this, don't read it. Isn't that easy? I welcome comments and/or advice. I need your input to continue writing stories! ************** Miss Hawkins, Part II ****************************** "Tell me what you want, Jonathan." I couldn’t; even in this situation I was still too shy. There was no way I could tell my teacher that I wanted to make love to her. Not even when she was straddling my naked body with her own. "Come on, Jonathan.. you know what you want. Tell me, and you can have it. Or don’t you want it?" As she said this, she allowed me to slip an inch inside her, but quickly pulled back. I let out an agonized groan. "Do you want more of that, Jonathan? All you have to do is tell me…" She was grinning down at me as she tortured me. I kept thrusting upward, but she’d move out of the way so that I couldn’t reach her. "I..I.. Miss Hawkins, please!" "Please what, Jonathan? Hm?" "I can’t.. I need you to.. Miss Hawkins, please, I can’t stand this!" "Stand what, Jonathan? What do you need?" "I need you to… to… I want to make love to you, ok?" She giggled and shook her head. "No, Jonathan, that’s not what you want. You’re not going to make love to me, and we both know it, don’t we? Come on.. say it or you won’t get it." She kept taunting me, holding her body just far enough away to tantalize but not satisfy. And she kept teasing me with her fingertips, all over my upper body. I couldn’t stand any more. "Say it, Jonathan… I know you want it, I can feel how much you want it, I just want to hear you say it, Jonathan." For a long minute there was no sound but my tortured breathing. "SAY it, Jonathan, tell me what you NEED, Jonathan, what do you need, Jonathan, what do you WANT?" "I want to fuck you! All right, I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you until I can’t see straight, I want to FUCK you, Miss….ohjesussweetjesusohgod…" As soon as I’d said the words she was waiting to hear, Miss Hawkins had lowered herself onto my erect and waiting cock. I was buried deep within her now, and she’d braced her hands on my chest as she settled onto me. I thought, honestly, that I was having an out-of-body experience. Miss Hawkins just stayed perfectly still for the longest time, just sitting on me. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just waited. And then… she started to squeeze. She started to squeeze my cock while it was still inside her. Rhythmically, steadily, and oh god it felt so good. I started to involuntarily thrust upward into her. She just grinned. "Jonathan, it’s going to be a while before you’re done, sweetheart. You just came.." God in heaven, I loved to hear those words from her mouth. "…you just came an hour ago, and you’re young, but it’s still going to be a while. So for now, you just lie there and don’t move, OK?" I gasped, "uh-huh", and did my best to lie still and submit to her ministrations. After a few minutes more of gentle squeezing, she began to move. At first it was just a gentle sort of circular swaying, but then she started to slide up and down on me. For a while, she was barely moving; just sliding up an inch and back down. It was excruciating for me to try not to thrust. I wanted to so badly, if she’d let me I just would have thrust so hard, out of control, but she’d told me not to, so I laid still beneath her. After another eternity, she began to move a little more. Her breathing was coming faster, too, and there was more sway in her hips. With a slightly glazed expression, she murmured, "Watch me, Jonathan". How could I not? Her breasts were bouncing up and down, her hips were gyrating over me… it was like something out of a dream. And so I was watching her when she began to slide her middle finger over her clit ( I didn’t know it was called that then, but I was still thunderstruck). She moaned, and started to fuck me harder, sliding up and down on my cock while she tossed her head back and groaned. "All right, Jonathan… fuck me NOW!" She didn’t have to ask twice. I started thrusting my cock up inside her as she writhed up and down on it, my incoherent moans matching her groans and sobs. She started chanting something that sounded like "oh Jonathan oh my best boy my best brightest boy oh yes oh yesyesyes that’s right that’s perfect oh you are so perfect", while for my part I was just crying out "I love you Miss Hawkins oh god I love you I love you" over and over again. Neither of us were very coherent, I think. Suddenly her muscles inside clenched down on my cock and began spasming, as she shuddered on top of me and cried out my name, and I felt like angels were singing somewhere as I began my orgasm into her sweet beautiful body. I came so hard and so long that afterward I was trembling. And Miss Hawkins didn’t stop shuddering for another five minutes, at least, as she laid on top of me, with me still inside her. After awhile, she began stroking my hair and kissing my neck and ears. She whispered to me, "Jonathan, you will always be mine.. no matter who else you have, or where else you go; you will always belong to me." I just breathed in her scent and lay still. -- To be continued.. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /