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I'm totally pumped! Rock-fucking-hard!
For an author as prolific as myself to say that, means one thing.
I've been writing like an insane man for four solid days and yesterday posted three(3) chapters of a new incest series (Family Fitness Night), of a btother/sister finding lve.
That's not insane, thiis is!
I have this crazy idea for a mind control story. It's world-class crazy! Shit, I should be in Hollywood, passing by those wo don't wan to write. . Tell me I'm wrong!
I'll share my first chapter here, but NO MORE!
SYLVIA’S SUBVERSION CH. 01
By AsylumSeeker
Description: A college co-ed is blackmailed into picking up random men. In this first chapter, Sylvia’s secret past is revealed.
Rick entered Sylvia’s room as she was gathering the last of her personal belongings. He took a moment and admired his lovely brunette daughter. He still couldn’t believe she was nineteen years old already and headed off to college. He gripped the handles of two suitcases and rolled them away.
“Are those too heavy?” she called out after him.
He turned around in time to see her pushing the hair on the left side of her head behind her ear. She was such a beautiful young woman when she smiled, which she was doing at the moment. Her smooth face was radiant with nervous joy, brown eyes warm and sparkling.
“They’re heavy,” he agreed with a nod, “but not too heavy, sweetheart.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“You’re more than welcome,” he answered.
Fifteen minutes later the family, minus Tommy, gathered in the foyer near the front door.
“Please don’t start crying or I will too,” Sylvia pleaded with her mom as they hesitated at the front door.
“It’s going to be awfully quiet around the house without you,” Rick announced.
“You still have Tommy,” Sylvia pointed out.
Mother rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, he’s twenty-two and with any luck will be out of the house soon.”
Sylvia gave her a hug while whispering, “I’ll bet he’s still here when I come back for Christmas break.”
After the brief goodbye Rick reached into his pocket and fetched the SUV keys. “Ready, Sylvia?”
She gave her mom a final wave, turned toward the door, and sighed. “I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Her mother suddenly realized Tommy was still absent. “Oh honey, let me get your brother. I’m sure he wants to say goodbye.”
Sylvia looked up at the ceiling, which also served as the second floor of the two-story home. “If he really cared he’d be down here, not sitting in front of his computer playing that on-line game. That’s okay, don’t bother him. He lives in an entirely different world.”
A few minutes later they were on the road. Sylvia, nineteen years young and eager to enter the next phase of her life, was leaving behind her innocence for the great unknown.
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Rick rang the doorbell before returning to the SUV for the bags. Sylvia nervously waited at the apartment door, which opened a few seconds later; a blonde peeked out.
Sylvia smiled and waved in a friendly expression. “Hi, I’m Sylvia, your new roommate.”
The blonde returned the smile and opened the door wider. “Hello, I’m Susie. Sorry about that, I’m just naturally suspicious.”
“Is she here?” a curious, muffled voice sounded from further inside.
Susie turned her head and shouted back, “It’s Sylvia, our roommate.”
Rick walked up pulling the two heavy suitcases behind him. “Hi, I’m Rick, Sylvia’s father.”
Susie appeared interested and was all smiles as she gave him a once-over. “Uhmm… I like my new roommate even more.”
The third roommate appeared, peeking over Susie’s shoulder. “Hi, I’m Vickie.”
Sylvia smiled warmly, although was put off a bit by her bright green hair. “Hi, I’m Sylvia, it’s so nice to meet you. This is my dad, Rick.”
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A hand was extended over Susie’s shoulder, and Sylvia shook it. When it veered in Rick’s direction, he smiled and shook it as well. “It’s nice to meet you, Vickie.”
After moving the baggage from the SUV to Sylvia’s new room, Rick hesitated before his daughter.
Sylvia was as excited as she nervous, and scared. “Thanks for bringing me, I know it’s a long drive.”
Rick smiled. “It’s one I’ll be making quite a bit over the next four years. I’m so proud of you, Sylvia, all grown up… and out of the house.”
She laughed as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Good luck getting Tommy out. I don’t care what mom says…”
“You leave Tommy to me, sweetheart,” Rick advised. “Just worry about yourself, okay?”
Sylvia nodded while wiping away the tears. “Thanks so much.”
He reached into his shirt pocket and extracted a small envelope.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“A security blanket of sorts,” he explained. “There’s five hundred dollars on it. We’ve already agreed to what bills I’ll pay, but life happens. Use it when you need to.”
“Oh Dad, you’re so thoughtful,” she cried out.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
Sylvia kissed his cheek. “I love you too. I’ll miss everyone like crazy… well, almost everyone.”
Rick smiled. “You’ll be sorely missed. Study hard and make us all proud.”
“I will,” she promised.
He left the room as his daughter began unpacking. As he passed through the living room Susie latched onto him.
“Please tell me you’re not leaving us girls all alone,” she complained in a whiny voice. “Stay the night, at least. You can get a fresh start in the morning.”
Susie coiled her arms around his neck while suggestively rubbing her firm, impressive boobs against his chest. She was a particularly striking young woman, but he was much older. Rick politely smiled and gently removed her arms.
“I’m sure you three will get along quite nicely without me.”
“How about one for the road?” she offered temptingly.
Rick hesitated. “Sorry, I don’t drink and drive.”
“What I have to give you is a whole lot more intoxicating than what someone can put into a bottle.”
“You’re going to be a handful,” he predicted. “Sorry, I have to go.”
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After a hectic day registering for classes, Sylvia returned to the apartment intent on taking a well-deserved rest. But as she entered her room a box was resting on the center of her bed. It was quite large, about the size of a counter-top microwave oven. Curious, she checked out the computer-printed label, which merely had initials and the apartment address.
“Susie?” Sylvia called out. “Do you know anything about this package?”
A few seconds later her blonde roommate appeared. “It was outside the door when I got home. When I saw the ‘S.S.’ I figured it was yours so I put it there.”
“Sylvia Saunders… interesting; but I wasn’t expecting anything.”
Before walking away Susie added, “Maybe that handsome father of yours sent you something special.”
Sylvia was still mystified. “Yeah, maybe…”
After slicing through the tape at the seam on the top of the box, she grabbed it and broke through the rest of its hold. Sylvia pulled out enough of the white Styrofoam peanuts to reach another, slightly smaller box buried inside. After opening it she removed a small notebook computer. It didn’t look new; in fact she saw a label stating REFURBISHED in bold letters on top.
“Tommy,” she muttered under her breath; he was always buying and selling things on the internet. “That was nice of him, but why all the secrecy?”
As she picked up the outer box to place it on the floor, she felt something else hidden within the collection of white Styrofoam shells. Her hands blindly sifted through the packaging until she felt two smaller boxes, both of which she withdrew.
They were quite heavily taped, and as she rotated one box she noticed a computer-printed label which read, ‘Box #2, DO NOT OPEN until instructed’. She laid it down and looked at the other one. A similar label was affixed to it, which read, ‘Box #1, DO NOT OPEN until instructed’. Sylvia’s curiosity was piqued by the mysterious package but she followed the instructions and left the smaller two unopened.
“Why would Tommy do this?” she wondered out loud as she plugged the power supply into a wall outlet and connected the power plug to the computer. “Or did Tommy have anything to do with this at all?”
She lifted the top up and pressed the power button. As it came to life Sylvia grabbed the two unopened boxes and carried them to her dresser, giving them each a gentle shake as she wondered what they were.
“What was in it?” Susie asked as she poked her head through the open doorway.
Sylvia’s attention was still focused on the unopened boxes. “A notebook computer, and these; how strange.”
“What are those?”
She shrugged her shoulders uncertainly. “I don’t know, but the label says not to open them up until I’m told to. Doesn’t that sound strange to you?”
“Strange?” Susie asked. “I’d say it’s downright creepy. Do you know who it’s from?”
“I’m guessing my older brother, but no, I don’t know for sure.”
“Whoever it is knows your initials and where you’re living, so it can’t be a complete stranger,” Susie deduced. “I’m sure you’ll figure it all out.”
Sylvia returned to the computer, hoping to learn the identity of the gift-giver by looking through the PC files. But it looked pretty sanitized, with just the usual collection of icons offering free trials for various software titles. One icon caught her attention, though; it was an open eye, and the file was named ‘SSSS’.
Curious, she double-clicked on it. The desktop was replaced by a white screen.
<center>Sylvia Saunders’ Sexy Secret</center>
“Sylvia Saunders’ Sexy Secret,” she read the title of what appeared to be a poem. “What the hell is this?”
She closed and locked her bedroom door, then carefully moved the computer to the foot of her bed. She sat down and continued reading.
<center>Sylvia Saunders has a secret, and I know what it is.
It happened late one afternoon with her assistant coach named Liz.</center>
She gasped. Sylvia could hardly believe what she was reading. Nobody knew what happened, nobody except for Liz and herself. Nobody else was there; how could anybody have known about what happened between them that afternoon?
<center>I’ve got color pictures, so there’s nothing you can hide.
Unless you want me sharing them, by my instructions you’ll abide.</center>
“Instructions?” Sylvia wondered, and then thought of the two remaining unopened boxes. “What the hell is going on? Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?”
<center>Open up the box marked ‘1’, and follow the directions you see.
Then be on-line by seven, you’ll get an instant message from me.</center>
After finishing the simple, twisted poem, Sylvia walked to her dresser and picked up the first box. That was when she noticed how badly her fingers were shaking. Was she scared, or just angry? She carried it to the bed, sat down, and used her fake, painted fingernails to slice through the wrapping tape.
While opening up the box her mind thought back to the high school assistant coach, Elizabeth White, who they all called Liz…
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For Sylvia, it was a difficult time in her life. She’d just turned eighteen a couple of weeks earlier and her hormones were raging. She was an emotional mess as she tried to figure out what she wanted from life. Her love life was inactive as most of the time she was studying. There were occasional dates from time to time, but there wasn’t anybody serious in her life. That was when Liz showed up.
“Girls, we have a new addition to the staff,” the head coach announced to the soccer team after they assembled on one side of the school gym. “This is Elizabeth White. She just graduated from college and this is her first position, so please go easy on her.”
The girls, all eighteen and dressed in dark shorts with bright yellow t-shirts, laughed. Sylvia was one of them.
“Thanks, Coach Perkins,” Elizabeth told her new boss before turning to the team and announced, “You girls can call me Liz. Are we ready to play some soccer?”
The girls enthusiastically cheered. Liz blew her shiny new chrome whistle which dangled from her neck by a red lanyard. They all jogged to the open doors at the back of the gym and headed toward the soccer field.
As they went through their practice routines, Liz stopped several girls and coached them on their playing style. Sylvia was one of them. The two of them immediately clicked. Sylvia wasn’t sure what it was, maybe because they were much closer in age to one another, but she immediately responded to the new coach and liked her right from the start.
Over the course of the next few weeks Sylvia found any excuse she could to interact with Liz. Besides being a good person, her bubbly, outgoing personality was the perfect fit for a coaching position. She was always energetic and positive, and it rubbed off on everyone she worked with.
It was late on a Friday afternoon when Sylvia was changing in the locker room. The rest of the team had scattered as they started the weekend, but she was in no rush. Her mood had turned sour and she was feeling depressed, practically on the verge of crying.
“Sylvia?” Liz asked in a concerned tone.
“Sorry coach, I’m almost done,” the teen responded in a sad voice.
Liz stood there looking for several moments and then approached. The coach sat down beside the girl and reached her right arm around Sylvia’s waist. Her left hand reached across her body and gently brushed the dark hair away from the left side of Sylvia’s face.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Liz questioned. “Would you like to talk to me about it?”
Liz was such a caring person that her sincere words triggered Sylvia’s emotions. When tears began rolling down her student’s cheeks, Liz immediately reached her left arm around Sylvia’s shoulders and pulled the girl into her chest. The coach could feel Sylvia’s body vibrating as she cried. Liz held and supported her student in silence, patiently waiting to see if she might want to discuss anything.
Five minutes later Sylvia straightened up and lifted her head off Liz’s shoulder. Her tears had soaked into the t-shirt and left behind a large wet spot.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s been wrong with me lately,” she apologized with an embarrassed chuckle. “I go from happy to sad at the drop of a hat. Does that sound crazy?”
Liz smiled warmly and gently cupped Sylvia’s wet cheeks in her hands. The coach looked directly into her moist, blood-shot eyes and assured her, “You’re not crazy. There are a few teachers I wonder about, though.”
Sylvia laughed and instantly felt much better. Liz could work miracles with people at times, which was why there was such a strong attraction between them. The great sense of relief was accompanied by a strange spark, inspiring Sylvia to slowly lean forward. Her eyes looked down at her coach’s full lips, silently telegraphing her intentions.
Instead of stopping her student, Liz tilted her head slightly and their mouths met. They both tingled with excitement from the electric-like surges created by the intimate embrace. After a few seconds their lips parted, wet tongues nervously entwining. It was immediately arousing. They both softly moaned as the passion intensified.
Although learning about it later, at the time Sylvia had no way of knowing that Liz was bi-sexual. The woman had been very busy at college, spending far more time in young freshman women’s beds than any other, including her own. She entertained men on occasion, but her true interest was in young women like herself.
Liz had sensed a connection with Sylvia from the start. There was no way the assistant coach would initiate anything with any of her students, but her sexual weakness made it impossible to stop when the student turned on to her. As soon it was clear Sylvia wanted to kiss, Liz’s body trembled with needy desire and lost all semblance of situational control.
There was no doubt that the coach was quite talented. Back on campus she had a real knack for spotting the wide-eyed freshman women who were out of their comfort zone in a strange new environment. Liz befriended them with a disarming smile, charming them with sincerity. And then when she had them where she wanted her seductive skills had them in bed.
Nearly all of them were straight, but that didn’t keep Liz from enjoying their young bodies. Once she had someone in her sights there was no stopping her daring pursuit. If she was an animal out in the wild, she’d undoubtedly be the alpha female.
Liz smiled to herself as her hands lowered, the tips of her fingers ever so lightly brushing against Sylvia’s nipples through the front of her shirt. The student wasn’t wearing a bra, which further enhanced the effectiveness of the touching. The student began moaning, her body shuddering as the pulsating tips hardened.
Despite a sense of hesitation when first being touched, Sylvia felt incredibly comfortable with Liz. She was the only person that seemed to understand her. The coach had quickly earned Sylvia’s complete trust, something that few had managed to accomplish. Although she initially jumped when fingers started brushing on the tops of her nipples, the arousing warmth it triggered in her loins was undeniable.
After several minutes of heavy kissing, Liz’s tongue withdrew from Sylvia’s mouth. Her lips lingered a moment longer, ending the kissing slowly, before backing away altogether. Sylvia’s eyes opened slowly as her mouth widened in a genuine smile.
“I was afraid…”
“Afraid I didn’t feel the same way?” Liz guessed, to which Sylvia nodded. “I sensed it from the first time we talked. Are you okay with this?”
Sylvia glanced down, as if searching her heart and soul. That was the only time Liz became uncertain. But a moment later, when Sylvia looked back up, her face radiated with joy and she was nodding her head. The coach leaned forward, placing an encouraging kiss on her lips as both hands lowered and grasped the bottom of the student’s t-shirt.
When Sylvia raised her arms up like a referee signaling a touchdown, Liz pulled the shirt up and off over head. She gazed down at the exposed breasts, finding them to be a beautiful sight. She’d seen so many in her college days, but Sylvia’s competed with the best. The naturally firm, upright boobs with the large pinkish-brown tips looked amazing. Liz felt the old hunger returning.
Liz was experienced with virgins and she took her own t-shirt off. Sylvia nervously looked down at her coach’s chest, checking out and comparing the two sets of naked breasts. Liz’s boobs seemed just as perky but were slightly larger.
“You’re very pretty,” Sylvia announced in a complimentary tone.
“You can touch them… Let’s both touch each other, does that sound good?”
Sylvia nodded, not resisting at all as Liz placed Sylvia’s hands on Liz’s boobs. They both caressed and fondled one another, sampling the creamy smooth flesh and teasing the nipples. Liz glanced over and evaluated her student, making sure she wasn’t getting scared. Instead the teen seemed dazed as she stared at her coach’s chest, her mind elsewhere.
“Are you okay, Sylvia?”
The teen came to and their gaze met. “Yeah… I’m fine.”
Liz smiled. “I can take you to places you’ve never imagined existed. Are you ready to experience the most wonderful part of being a woman?”
Sylvia grinned and nodded, pretty certain what the coach was proposing. When Liz’s hands pushed against her shoulders, Sylvia leaned all the way back down. She felt fingers grasping the top of her shorts and panties at the same time, pulling both down her thighs.
The student moved her legs together and pointed both skyward, enabling her coach to strip her. Once naked, her legs willing widened, straddling the long bench and offering up her most private part in a gesture of trust that was unsurpassed in its innocent sincerity. Liz briefly admired Sylvia’s luscious form, which was lovelier than most.
The eager coach admired the perky breasts which not even gravity could deflate. Her eyes trailed down the flat belly and slender hips, moving between Sylvia’s quivering thighs. Her pubic bush was nicely trimmed into a narrow rectangular patch of curls that flanked the pink lips. Her mouth watered in anticipation of tasting the luscious teen, but she would deny herself that joy for a few moments.
Liz kicked off her tennis shoes and slid her shorts and panties off. She kept her pussy shaved, preferring to immediately expose all of herself to anyone she chose to be with. And on this occasion, she chose to be with Sylvia.
Sylvia lifted her head and glanced down, curious to see what the coach looked like naked. Liz saw her looking and placed her left leg on the edge of the bench, leaving her legs spread. Her right hand reached down and she rubbed her pussy, which was already beginning to moisten.
“Do you like it?” Liz asked with a sexy smile on her face as she pushed the lips apart, revealing the glistening slit
Sylvia nodded. “I do, it’s very pretty. I’ve never seen one shaved like that before.”
“You should consider shaving your own,” the coach suggested. “It keeps hair from getting in the mouth when someone goes down on you. Would you like to go down on me, Sylvia?”
Sylvia wrinkled her nose and made a funny, not-quite-sure expression. She blushed and looked away in embarrassment. Liz smiled; the teen’s reaction wasn’t something she was unfamiliar with.
“Sit up for a second.”
Sylvia sighed and sat up on the bench. Liz stepped up to her and placed her left leg on the bench, placing her shaved cunt just inches away from Sylvia’s face. Liz placed her right hand on the back of Sylvia’s head and combed her fingers through the silky, dark hair.
“Loving another woman can be a beautiful thing,” the coach reassured the nervous student. “There is no right or wrong way. Go ahead and touch me, kiss me, lick me… do whatever feels right.”
Sylvia didn’t have to tell the coach she’d never done this before, because her innocence was readily apparent to them both. The confused teen lifted the fingers of both hands to the hairless pussy and lightly stroked the moist outer folds, gently caressing and prodding on the flesh. Liz flinched and softly moaned her approval.
“Yeah, that feels so nice,” Liz whispered, encouraging the girl.
The coach closed her eyes, enthralled by the erotic situation. It was such a tremendous thrill to seduce a female virgin, which she hadn’t done for months. Feeling the tentative fingertips reminded her of the many nights spent in strange, warm beds with nervous freshman college co-eds. Just thinking of it had her body all warm and tingly.
“Push the lips apart and use your lips and tongue,” Liz coached the teen. “After you get a little practice I’ll show you something you’ll absolutely love.”
Her body shuddered as she felt the folds being tenderly separated. There was a slight squishing sound as a curious finger probed the juicy slit. And then, a few seconds later, she felt the unmistakable warmth of a tongue pressing against her aroused cunt. It hesitantly licked the length of the slit, leaving behind a thin layer of saliva and collecting a taste of her seeping essence.
“Oh yes, that’s really good,” Liz moaned in encouragement.
Her right hand pulled the mouth harder against her pussy, her body shaking with growing excitement. Sylvia reacted by licking harder, the wet tongue shifting up and down, briefly passing over the enlarged clit. Liz flinched and softly cried out each time she did, sending a brief jolt of tingling delight through her center. Her pussy began leaking more heavily as her passion increased.
“Yeah, that’s good, lick my hot cunt just like that,” she coached the willing teen. “Push a finger in now, can you do that for me?”
Sylvia answered by finding the opening and gently working a finger inside the tight, wet canal. Liz’s moans told Sylvia that she was performing well, and on her own she pressed a second finger in alongside the first, stretching the walls of her sex. The entwined digits, wet with essence, slid in and out as her tongue maintained the licking action.
“I think you have the hang of it,” Liz decided as she pulled away from her mouth.
The coach could see that Sylvia’s cheeks, lips, and chin were all coated with wetness. She knelt down and kissed the teen’s cheeks and lips, sharing the tangy flavor of her stimulated body.
“Lay back down,” Liz directed, watching as Sylvia settled on the bench facing up.
The naked coach reached her right leg over Sylvia’s prone form, making slight adjustments until her bald cunt was directly above her student’s head. Liz then leaned forward and rested her forearms on Sylvia’s hips, breasts pressing upon her lower belly.
“Just keep doing what you were doing,” Liz instructed. “And I’ll do the same to you. You’re going to enjoy this, Sylvia. Making love with a woman is such an amazing thing, you’ll see.”
And so in the quiet solitude of the Women’s locker room their two bodies joined, faces to crotches. Slurping sounds mixed with soft cries as they delicately explored. Their forms flinched and writhed as tongues teased clits and entwined fingers thrust into tight, hot, juicy canals.
Flowing wetness leaked from aroused cunts, tongues noisily lapping at the warm essence being released like hungry vampires feasting on blood. Sylvia loved the intimacy of the act, feeling as if she was connecting with the coach she admired at a much deeper, basic level. The developing emotional bond felt so right, and so strong.
The smell of sex continued to build, drifting in the air around them. Their bodies grew hotter and began sweating, salty moisture rolling off their bare skin in tiny beads. The wet bodies glistened in the illumination from overhead lighting fixtures. It would have been quite a sight for someone to stumble in on, but their magical moment remained undiscovered.
Sylvia was the first to climax. In the seconds before her thighs started visibly shaking, and the gentle hips motions turned frantic. Liz kept her mouth pinned to the teen’s shifting cunt, her lips and tongue focusing on the swollen clit as a finger pumped into the tight, juicy canal.
The student’s mouth pulled away from the coach’s pussy. She was breathless and panting, gasping in joy as the tingling fire in her loins intensified. Sylvia’s shaky voice cried out sharply as her sweaty form clenched hard in pleasure. Powerful waves of delight raced through her flesh, sending her to a place that was neither here nor there, a wonderful place where nothing mattered but the joyous vibrations of sexual release.
“Oh God,” she gasped at the end as her tensed body relaxed.
Liz smiled to herself as she knew exactly what the teen was feeling at that moment. Her tongue greedily lapped at the fresh flood of pussy-juice, even going so far as to slide her finger out and push it into her mouth. She relished the tartness of the sweet virgin’s essence, wishing only there was more of it to enjoy.
The coach carefully got up, her body a little sore from the position it was in. As she sat down on the bench next to Sylvia’s head, the teen raised up and sat on Liz’s left side.
“You didn’t cum yet,” Sylvia noticed.
“I know, we’re not done yet,” Liz told her. “Was the first time nice for you?”
Sylvia grinned, her eyes lighting up as she nodded emphatically. “It was everything you said it would be. Oh Liz, I feel so much closer to you now.”
The coach pinched her face, partially opened her mouth, and moved her tongue around. Sylvia watched as a moment later she reached inside with two fingers and plucked two dark curls of hair from her lips.
Sylvia softly laughed. “I’m sorry.”
Liz patted her head. “That’s okay, at least you won’t have to go through that. Kneel down in front of me so I can finish.”
The teen was more than eager to bring her new lover the same pleasure she’d received. Sylvia settled on her knees between Liz’s spread thighs. She pushed two fingers into the wet opening and resumed probing the slit with her flicking tongue. The coach’s soft moans of pleasure drifted through the room.
Sylvia loved Liz for several minutes before she climaxed. Her shuddering body suddenly tightened, as if gripped by a giant hand. The coach cried out while convulsing in spasms of ecstasy, briefly flooding her cunt with wetness. Sylvia felt the warm essence soaking her finger and dripping from the vibrating folds of her pussy.
Liz was not only Sylvia’s first lover, but also her first love. The bond that formed between them that afternoon was nothing other than love. And that wasn’t the only time they expressed their affection in a physical way. Although careful not to show their feelings in public, Sylvia secretively visited the coach at her apartment.
The affair continued for several months. Sylvia wanted desperately to tell someone, but there was no one she could trust with such personal news as that. And so her diary became the way she chose to release the powerful emotions flooding her heart.
When rumors began circulating that the new assistant coach had been accused of having sex with a student, Sylvia was frantic. There was nothing officially released, just the persistent rumors of sexual impropriety. Sylvia grew desperate and tried making contact with Liz, but she either wasn’t home or wasn’t answering the door.
A week later the principal announced over the speaker system during homeroom that Assistant Coach Elizabeth White had resigned her position at the school. That was the last time Sylvia heard anything more about the incident.
Relieved that her name was not brought up, Sylvia rushed home after school that day and removed her diary from its hiding place. Realizing her expressions of love and affection for Liz, along with her descriptions of their intimacy, were far too dangerous to risk anyone finding, she tore the pages out.
Her first impulse was to burn them. She liked candles and kept a lighter on her dresser. But no sooner had the top corner of the pages begun to burn than the smoke alarm in her room started blaring. She quickly doused the flames, crumpled the pages up into a tight ball, and dropped them into a waste basket beside her bed…
<center>* * * * *</center>
When Sylvia got the box open, she emptied the contents on the bed and separated them. A folded note was also there, which she opened. Although she was expecting another twisted poem, such was not the case. It listed simple steps for how to assemble the enclosed webcam and where to connect it to a computer.
“What the hell is going on?” she asked herself. “What does this person want from me?”
It took just a few minutes to snap the white plastic pieces together, which comprised of a stand for the webcam. There was also a clip in case she wanted to attach it to a computer instead of standing it up on a flat surface. Connecting it was easy enough. The operating system acknowledged that the new hardware was detected, and that the driver was already loaded.
The only thing she could do was wait. Sylvia glanced at a digital clock beside her bed, which read ‘2:36’, and released a long sigh. She leaned back and looked up at the ceiling as she tried to think of who could be doing this to her.
For an author as prolific as myself to say that, means one thing.
I've been writing like an insane man for four solid days and yesterday posted three(3) chapters of a new incest series (Family Fitness Night), of a btother/sister finding lve.
That's not insane, thiis is!
I have this crazy idea for a mind control story. It's world-class crazy! Shit, I should be in Hollywood, passing by those wo don't wan to write. . Tell me I'm wrong!
I'll share my first chapter here, but NO MORE!
SYLVIA’S SUBVERSION CH. 01
By AsylumSeeker
Description: A college co-ed is blackmailed into picking up random men. In this first chapter, Sylvia’s secret past is revealed.
Rick entered Sylvia’s room as she was gathering the last of her personal belongings. He took a moment and admired his lovely brunette daughter. He still couldn’t believe she was nineteen years old already and headed off to college. He gripped the handles of two suitcases and rolled them away.
“Are those too heavy?” she called out after him.
He turned around in time to see her pushing the hair on the left side of her head behind her ear. She was such a beautiful young woman when she smiled, which she was doing at the moment. Her smooth face was radiant with nervous joy, brown eyes warm and sparkling.
“They’re heavy,” he agreed with a nod, “but not too heavy, sweetheart.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“You’re more than welcome,” he answered.
Fifteen minutes later the family, minus Tommy, gathered in the foyer near the front door.
“Please don’t start crying or I will too,” Sylvia pleaded with her mom as they hesitated at the front door.
“It’s going to be awfully quiet around the house without you,” Rick announced.
“You still have Tommy,” Sylvia pointed out.
Mother rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, he’s twenty-two and with any luck will be out of the house soon.”
Sylvia gave her a hug while whispering, “I’ll bet he’s still here when I come back for Christmas break.”
After the brief goodbye Rick reached into his pocket and fetched the SUV keys. “Ready, Sylvia?”
She gave her mom a final wave, turned toward the door, and sighed. “I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Her mother suddenly realized Tommy was still absent. “Oh honey, let me get your brother. I’m sure he wants to say goodbye.”
Sylvia looked up at the ceiling, which also served as the second floor of the two-story home. “If he really cared he’d be down here, not sitting in front of his computer playing that on-line game. That’s okay, don’t bother him. He lives in an entirely different world.”
A few minutes later they were on the road. Sylvia, nineteen years young and eager to enter the next phase of her life, was leaving behind her innocence for the great unknown.
<center>* * * * *</center>
Rick rang the doorbell before returning to the SUV for the bags. Sylvia nervously waited at the apartment door, which opened a few seconds later; a blonde peeked out.
Sylvia smiled and waved in a friendly expression. “Hi, I’m Sylvia, your new roommate.”
The blonde returned the smile and opened the door wider. “Hello, I’m Susie. Sorry about that, I’m just naturally suspicious.”
“Is she here?” a curious, muffled voice sounded from further inside.
Susie turned her head and shouted back, “It’s Sylvia, our roommate.”
Rick walked up pulling the two heavy suitcases behind him. “Hi, I’m Rick, Sylvia’s father.”
Susie appeared interested and was all smiles as she gave him a once-over. “Uhmm… I like my new roommate even more.”
The third roommate appeared, peeking over Susie’s shoulder. “Hi, I’m Vickie.”
Sylvia smiled warmly, although was put off a bit by her bright green hair. “Hi, I’m Sylvia, it’s so nice to meet you. This is my dad, Rick.”
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A hand was extended over Susie’s shoulder, and Sylvia shook it. When it veered in Rick’s direction, he smiled and shook it as well. “It’s nice to meet you, Vickie.”
After moving the baggage from the SUV to Sylvia’s new room, Rick hesitated before his daughter.
Sylvia was as excited as she nervous, and scared. “Thanks for bringing me, I know it’s a long drive.”
Rick smiled. “It’s one I’ll be making quite a bit over the next four years. I’m so proud of you, Sylvia, all grown up… and out of the house.”
She laughed as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Good luck getting Tommy out. I don’t care what mom says…”
“You leave Tommy to me, sweetheart,” Rick advised. “Just worry about yourself, okay?”
Sylvia nodded while wiping away the tears. “Thanks so much.”
He reached into his shirt pocket and extracted a small envelope.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“A security blanket of sorts,” he explained. “There’s five hundred dollars on it. We’ve already agreed to what bills I’ll pay, but life happens. Use it when you need to.”
“Oh Dad, you’re so thoughtful,” she cried out.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
Sylvia kissed his cheek. “I love you too. I’ll miss everyone like crazy… well, almost everyone.”
Rick smiled. “You’ll be sorely missed. Study hard and make us all proud.”
“I will,” she promised.
He left the room as his daughter began unpacking. As he passed through the living room Susie latched onto him.
“Please tell me you’re not leaving us girls all alone,” she complained in a whiny voice. “Stay the night, at least. You can get a fresh start in the morning.”
Susie coiled her arms around his neck while suggestively rubbing her firm, impressive boobs against his chest. She was a particularly striking young woman, but he was much older. Rick politely smiled and gently removed her arms.
“I’m sure you three will get along quite nicely without me.”
“How about one for the road?” she offered temptingly.
Rick hesitated. “Sorry, I don’t drink and drive.”
“What I have to give you is a whole lot more intoxicating than what someone can put into a bottle.”
“You’re going to be a handful,” he predicted. “Sorry, I have to go.”
* * * * *
After a hectic day registering for classes, Sylvia returned to the apartment intent on taking a well-deserved rest. But as she entered her room a box was resting on the center of her bed. It was quite large, about the size of a counter-top microwave oven. Curious, she checked out the computer-printed label, which merely had initials and the apartment address.
“Susie?” Sylvia called out. “Do you know anything about this package?”
A few seconds later her blonde roommate appeared. “It was outside the door when I got home. When I saw the ‘S.S.’ I figured it was yours so I put it there.”
“Sylvia Saunders… interesting; but I wasn’t expecting anything.”
Before walking away Susie added, “Maybe that handsome father of yours sent you something special.”
Sylvia was still mystified. “Yeah, maybe…”
After slicing through the tape at the seam on the top of the box, she grabbed it and broke through the rest of its hold. Sylvia pulled out enough of the white Styrofoam peanuts to reach another, slightly smaller box buried inside. After opening it she removed a small notebook computer. It didn’t look new; in fact she saw a label stating REFURBISHED in bold letters on top.
“Tommy,” she muttered under her breath; he was always buying and selling things on the internet. “That was nice of him, but why all the secrecy?”
As she picked up the outer box to place it on the floor, she felt something else hidden within the collection of white Styrofoam shells. Her hands blindly sifted through the packaging until she felt two smaller boxes, both of which she withdrew.
They were quite heavily taped, and as she rotated one box she noticed a computer-printed label which read, ‘Box #2, DO NOT OPEN until instructed’. She laid it down and looked at the other one. A similar label was affixed to it, which read, ‘Box #1, DO NOT OPEN until instructed’. Sylvia’s curiosity was piqued by the mysterious package but she followed the instructions and left the smaller two unopened.
“Why would Tommy do this?” she wondered out loud as she plugged the power supply into a wall outlet and connected the power plug to the computer. “Or did Tommy have anything to do with this at all?”
She lifted the top up and pressed the power button. As it came to life Sylvia grabbed the two unopened boxes and carried them to her dresser, giving them each a gentle shake as she wondered what they were.
“What was in it?” Susie asked as she poked her head through the open doorway.
Sylvia’s attention was still focused on the unopened boxes. “A notebook computer, and these; how strange.”
“What are those?”
She shrugged her shoulders uncertainly. “I don’t know, but the label says not to open them up until I’m told to. Doesn’t that sound strange to you?”
“Strange?” Susie asked. “I’d say it’s downright creepy. Do you know who it’s from?”
“I’m guessing my older brother, but no, I don’t know for sure.”
“Whoever it is knows your initials and where you’re living, so it can’t be a complete stranger,” Susie deduced. “I’m sure you’ll figure it all out.”
Sylvia returned to the computer, hoping to learn the identity of the gift-giver by looking through the PC files. But it looked pretty sanitized, with just the usual collection of icons offering free trials for various software titles. One icon caught her attention, though; it was an open eye, and the file was named ‘SSSS’.
Curious, she double-clicked on it. The desktop was replaced by a white screen.
<center>Sylvia Saunders’ Sexy Secret</center>
“Sylvia Saunders’ Sexy Secret,” she read the title of what appeared to be a poem. “What the hell is this?”
She closed and locked her bedroom door, then carefully moved the computer to the foot of her bed. She sat down and continued reading.
<center>Sylvia Saunders has a secret, and I know what it is.
It happened late one afternoon with her assistant coach named Liz.</center>
She gasped. Sylvia could hardly believe what she was reading. Nobody knew what happened, nobody except for Liz and herself. Nobody else was there; how could anybody have known about what happened between them that afternoon?
<center>I’ve got color pictures, so there’s nothing you can hide.
Unless you want me sharing them, by my instructions you’ll abide.</center>
“Instructions?” Sylvia wondered, and then thought of the two remaining unopened boxes. “What the hell is going on? Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?”
<center>Open up the box marked ‘1’, and follow the directions you see.
Then be on-line by seven, you’ll get an instant message from me.</center>
After finishing the simple, twisted poem, Sylvia walked to her dresser and picked up the first box. That was when she noticed how badly her fingers were shaking. Was she scared, or just angry? She carried it to the bed, sat down, and used her fake, painted fingernails to slice through the wrapping tape.
While opening up the box her mind thought back to the high school assistant coach, Elizabeth White, who they all called Liz…
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For Sylvia, it was a difficult time in her life. She’d just turned eighteen a couple of weeks earlier and her hormones were raging. She was an emotional mess as she tried to figure out what she wanted from life. Her love life was inactive as most of the time she was studying. There were occasional dates from time to time, but there wasn’t anybody serious in her life. That was when Liz showed up.
“Girls, we have a new addition to the staff,” the head coach announced to the soccer team after they assembled on one side of the school gym. “This is Elizabeth White. She just graduated from college and this is her first position, so please go easy on her.”
The girls, all eighteen and dressed in dark shorts with bright yellow t-shirts, laughed. Sylvia was one of them.
“Thanks, Coach Perkins,” Elizabeth told her new boss before turning to the team and announced, “You girls can call me Liz. Are we ready to play some soccer?”
The girls enthusiastically cheered. Liz blew her shiny new chrome whistle which dangled from her neck by a red lanyard. They all jogged to the open doors at the back of the gym and headed toward the soccer field.
As they went through their practice routines, Liz stopped several girls and coached them on their playing style. Sylvia was one of them. The two of them immediately clicked. Sylvia wasn’t sure what it was, maybe because they were much closer in age to one another, but she immediately responded to the new coach and liked her right from the start.
Over the course of the next few weeks Sylvia found any excuse she could to interact with Liz. Besides being a good person, her bubbly, outgoing personality was the perfect fit for a coaching position. She was always energetic and positive, and it rubbed off on everyone she worked with.
It was late on a Friday afternoon when Sylvia was changing in the locker room. The rest of the team had scattered as they started the weekend, but she was in no rush. Her mood had turned sour and she was feeling depressed, practically on the verge of crying.
“Sylvia?” Liz asked in a concerned tone.
“Sorry coach, I’m almost done,” the teen responded in a sad voice.
Liz stood there looking for several moments and then approached. The coach sat down beside the girl and reached her right arm around Sylvia’s waist. Her left hand reached across her body and gently brushed the dark hair away from the left side of Sylvia’s face.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Liz questioned. “Would you like to talk to me about it?”
Liz was such a caring person that her sincere words triggered Sylvia’s emotions. When tears began rolling down her student’s cheeks, Liz immediately reached her left arm around Sylvia’s shoulders and pulled the girl into her chest. The coach could feel Sylvia’s body vibrating as she cried. Liz held and supported her student in silence, patiently waiting to see if she might want to discuss anything.
Five minutes later Sylvia straightened up and lifted her head off Liz’s shoulder. Her tears had soaked into the t-shirt and left behind a large wet spot.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s been wrong with me lately,” she apologized with an embarrassed chuckle. “I go from happy to sad at the drop of a hat. Does that sound crazy?”
Liz smiled warmly and gently cupped Sylvia’s wet cheeks in her hands. The coach looked directly into her moist, blood-shot eyes and assured her, “You’re not crazy. There are a few teachers I wonder about, though.”
Sylvia laughed and instantly felt much better. Liz could work miracles with people at times, which was why there was such a strong attraction between them. The great sense of relief was accompanied by a strange spark, inspiring Sylvia to slowly lean forward. Her eyes looked down at her coach’s full lips, silently telegraphing her intentions.
Instead of stopping her student, Liz tilted her head slightly and their mouths met. They both tingled with excitement from the electric-like surges created by the intimate embrace. After a few seconds their lips parted, wet tongues nervously entwining. It was immediately arousing. They both softly moaned as the passion intensified.
Although learning about it later, at the time Sylvia had no way of knowing that Liz was bi-sexual. The woman had been very busy at college, spending far more time in young freshman women’s beds than any other, including her own. She entertained men on occasion, but her true interest was in young women like herself.
Liz had sensed a connection with Sylvia from the start. There was no way the assistant coach would initiate anything with any of her students, but her sexual weakness made it impossible to stop when the student turned on to her. As soon it was clear Sylvia wanted to kiss, Liz’s body trembled with needy desire and lost all semblance of situational control.
There was no doubt that the coach was quite talented. Back on campus she had a real knack for spotting the wide-eyed freshman women who were out of their comfort zone in a strange new environment. Liz befriended them with a disarming smile, charming them with sincerity. And then when she had them where she wanted her seductive skills had them in bed.
Nearly all of them were straight, but that didn’t keep Liz from enjoying their young bodies. Once she had someone in her sights there was no stopping her daring pursuit. If she was an animal out in the wild, she’d undoubtedly be the alpha female.
Liz smiled to herself as her hands lowered, the tips of her fingers ever so lightly brushing against Sylvia’s nipples through the front of her shirt. The student wasn’t wearing a bra, which further enhanced the effectiveness of the touching. The student began moaning, her body shuddering as the pulsating tips hardened.
Despite a sense of hesitation when first being touched, Sylvia felt incredibly comfortable with Liz. She was the only person that seemed to understand her. The coach had quickly earned Sylvia’s complete trust, something that few had managed to accomplish. Although she initially jumped when fingers started brushing on the tops of her nipples, the arousing warmth it triggered in her loins was undeniable.
After several minutes of heavy kissing, Liz’s tongue withdrew from Sylvia’s mouth. Her lips lingered a moment longer, ending the kissing slowly, before backing away altogether. Sylvia’s eyes opened slowly as her mouth widened in a genuine smile.
“I was afraid…”
“Afraid I didn’t feel the same way?” Liz guessed, to which Sylvia nodded. “I sensed it from the first time we talked. Are you okay with this?”
Sylvia glanced down, as if searching her heart and soul. That was the only time Liz became uncertain. But a moment later, when Sylvia looked back up, her face radiated with joy and she was nodding her head. The coach leaned forward, placing an encouraging kiss on her lips as both hands lowered and grasped the bottom of the student’s t-shirt.
When Sylvia raised her arms up like a referee signaling a touchdown, Liz pulled the shirt up and off over head. She gazed down at the exposed breasts, finding them to be a beautiful sight. She’d seen so many in her college days, but Sylvia’s competed with the best. The naturally firm, upright boobs with the large pinkish-brown tips looked amazing. Liz felt the old hunger returning.
Liz was experienced with virgins and she took her own t-shirt off. Sylvia nervously looked down at her coach’s chest, checking out and comparing the two sets of naked breasts. Liz’s boobs seemed just as perky but were slightly larger.
“You’re very pretty,” Sylvia announced in a complimentary tone.
“You can touch them… Let’s both touch each other, does that sound good?”
Sylvia nodded, not resisting at all as Liz placed Sylvia’s hands on Liz’s boobs. They both caressed and fondled one another, sampling the creamy smooth flesh and teasing the nipples. Liz glanced over and evaluated her student, making sure she wasn’t getting scared. Instead the teen seemed dazed as she stared at her coach’s chest, her mind elsewhere.
“Are you okay, Sylvia?”
The teen came to and their gaze met. “Yeah… I’m fine.”
Liz smiled. “I can take you to places you’ve never imagined existed. Are you ready to experience the most wonderful part of being a woman?”
Sylvia grinned and nodded, pretty certain what the coach was proposing. When Liz’s hands pushed against her shoulders, Sylvia leaned all the way back down. She felt fingers grasping the top of her shorts and panties at the same time, pulling both down her thighs.
The student moved her legs together and pointed both skyward, enabling her coach to strip her. Once naked, her legs willing widened, straddling the long bench and offering up her most private part in a gesture of trust that was unsurpassed in its innocent sincerity. Liz briefly admired Sylvia’s luscious form, which was lovelier than most.
The eager coach admired the perky breasts which not even gravity could deflate. Her eyes trailed down the flat belly and slender hips, moving between Sylvia’s quivering thighs. Her pubic bush was nicely trimmed into a narrow rectangular patch of curls that flanked the pink lips. Her mouth watered in anticipation of tasting the luscious teen, but she would deny herself that joy for a few moments.
Liz kicked off her tennis shoes and slid her shorts and panties off. She kept her pussy shaved, preferring to immediately expose all of herself to anyone she chose to be with. And on this occasion, she chose to be with Sylvia.
Sylvia lifted her head and glanced down, curious to see what the coach looked like naked. Liz saw her looking and placed her left leg on the edge of the bench, leaving her legs spread. Her right hand reached down and she rubbed her pussy, which was already beginning to moisten.
“Do you like it?” Liz asked with a sexy smile on her face as she pushed the lips apart, revealing the glistening slit
Sylvia nodded. “I do, it’s very pretty. I’ve never seen one shaved like that before.”
“You should consider shaving your own,” the coach suggested. “It keeps hair from getting in the mouth when someone goes down on you. Would you like to go down on me, Sylvia?”
Sylvia wrinkled her nose and made a funny, not-quite-sure expression. She blushed and looked away in embarrassment. Liz smiled; the teen’s reaction wasn’t something she was unfamiliar with.
“Sit up for a second.”
Sylvia sighed and sat up on the bench. Liz stepped up to her and placed her left leg on the bench, placing her shaved cunt just inches away from Sylvia’s face. Liz placed her right hand on the back of Sylvia’s head and combed her fingers through the silky, dark hair.
“Loving another woman can be a beautiful thing,” the coach reassured the nervous student. “There is no right or wrong way. Go ahead and touch me, kiss me, lick me… do whatever feels right.”
Sylvia didn’t have to tell the coach she’d never done this before, because her innocence was readily apparent to them both. The confused teen lifted the fingers of both hands to the hairless pussy and lightly stroked the moist outer folds, gently caressing and prodding on the flesh. Liz flinched and softly moaned her approval.
“Yeah, that feels so nice,” Liz whispered, encouraging the girl.
The coach closed her eyes, enthralled by the erotic situation. It was such a tremendous thrill to seduce a female virgin, which she hadn’t done for months. Feeling the tentative fingertips reminded her of the many nights spent in strange, warm beds with nervous freshman college co-eds. Just thinking of it had her body all warm and tingly.
“Push the lips apart and use your lips and tongue,” Liz coached the teen. “After you get a little practice I’ll show you something you’ll absolutely love.”
Her body shuddered as she felt the folds being tenderly separated. There was a slight squishing sound as a curious finger probed the juicy slit. And then, a few seconds later, she felt the unmistakable warmth of a tongue pressing against her aroused cunt. It hesitantly licked the length of the slit, leaving behind a thin layer of saliva and collecting a taste of her seeping essence.
“Oh yes, that’s really good,” Liz moaned in encouragement.
Her right hand pulled the mouth harder against her pussy, her body shaking with growing excitement. Sylvia reacted by licking harder, the wet tongue shifting up and down, briefly passing over the enlarged clit. Liz flinched and softly cried out each time she did, sending a brief jolt of tingling delight through her center. Her pussy began leaking more heavily as her passion increased.
“Yeah, that’s good, lick my hot cunt just like that,” she coached the willing teen. “Push a finger in now, can you do that for me?”
Sylvia answered by finding the opening and gently working a finger inside the tight, wet canal. Liz’s moans told Sylvia that she was performing well, and on her own she pressed a second finger in alongside the first, stretching the walls of her sex. The entwined digits, wet with essence, slid in and out as her tongue maintained the licking action.
“I think you have the hang of it,” Liz decided as she pulled away from her mouth.
The coach could see that Sylvia’s cheeks, lips, and chin were all coated with wetness. She knelt down and kissed the teen’s cheeks and lips, sharing the tangy flavor of her stimulated body.
“Lay back down,” Liz directed, watching as Sylvia settled on the bench facing up.
The naked coach reached her right leg over Sylvia’s prone form, making slight adjustments until her bald cunt was directly above her student’s head. Liz then leaned forward and rested her forearms on Sylvia’s hips, breasts pressing upon her lower belly.
“Just keep doing what you were doing,” Liz instructed. “And I’ll do the same to you. You’re going to enjoy this, Sylvia. Making love with a woman is such an amazing thing, you’ll see.”
And so in the quiet solitude of the Women’s locker room their two bodies joined, faces to crotches. Slurping sounds mixed with soft cries as they delicately explored. Their forms flinched and writhed as tongues teased clits and entwined fingers thrust into tight, hot, juicy canals.
Flowing wetness leaked from aroused cunts, tongues noisily lapping at the warm essence being released like hungry vampires feasting on blood. Sylvia loved the intimacy of the act, feeling as if she was connecting with the coach she admired at a much deeper, basic level. The developing emotional bond felt so right, and so strong.
The smell of sex continued to build, drifting in the air around them. Their bodies grew hotter and began sweating, salty moisture rolling off their bare skin in tiny beads. The wet bodies glistened in the illumination from overhead lighting fixtures. It would have been quite a sight for someone to stumble in on, but their magical moment remained undiscovered.
Sylvia was the first to climax. In the seconds before her thighs started visibly shaking, and the gentle hips motions turned frantic. Liz kept her mouth pinned to the teen’s shifting cunt, her lips and tongue focusing on the swollen clit as a finger pumped into the tight, juicy canal.
The student’s mouth pulled away from the coach’s pussy. She was breathless and panting, gasping in joy as the tingling fire in her loins intensified. Sylvia’s shaky voice cried out sharply as her sweaty form clenched hard in pleasure. Powerful waves of delight raced through her flesh, sending her to a place that was neither here nor there, a wonderful place where nothing mattered but the joyous vibrations of sexual release.
“Oh God,” she gasped at the end as her tensed body relaxed.
Liz smiled to herself as she knew exactly what the teen was feeling at that moment. Her tongue greedily lapped at the fresh flood of pussy-juice, even going so far as to slide her finger out and push it into her mouth. She relished the tartness of the sweet virgin’s essence, wishing only there was more of it to enjoy.
The coach carefully got up, her body a little sore from the position it was in. As she sat down on the bench next to Sylvia’s head, the teen raised up and sat on Liz’s left side.
“You didn’t cum yet,” Sylvia noticed.
“I know, we’re not done yet,” Liz told her. “Was the first time nice for you?”
Sylvia grinned, her eyes lighting up as she nodded emphatically. “It was everything you said it would be. Oh Liz, I feel so much closer to you now.”
The coach pinched her face, partially opened her mouth, and moved her tongue around. Sylvia watched as a moment later she reached inside with two fingers and plucked two dark curls of hair from her lips.
Sylvia softly laughed. “I’m sorry.”
Liz patted her head. “That’s okay, at least you won’t have to go through that. Kneel down in front of me so I can finish.”
The teen was more than eager to bring her new lover the same pleasure she’d received. Sylvia settled on her knees between Liz’s spread thighs. She pushed two fingers into the wet opening and resumed probing the slit with her flicking tongue. The coach’s soft moans of pleasure drifted through the room.
Sylvia loved Liz for several minutes before she climaxed. Her shuddering body suddenly tightened, as if gripped by a giant hand. The coach cried out while convulsing in spasms of ecstasy, briefly flooding her cunt with wetness. Sylvia felt the warm essence soaking her finger and dripping from the vibrating folds of her pussy.
Liz was not only Sylvia’s first lover, but also her first love. The bond that formed between them that afternoon was nothing other than love. And that wasn’t the only time they expressed their affection in a physical way. Although careful not to show their feelings in public, Sylvia secretively visited the coach at her apartment.
The affair continued for several months. Sylvia wanted desperately to tell someone, but there was no one she could trust with such personal news as that. And so her diary became the way she chose to release the powerful emotions flooding her heart.
When rumors began circulating that the new assistant coach had been accused of having sex with a student, Sylvia was frantic. There was nothing officially released, just the persistent rumors of sexual impropriety. Sylvia grew desperate and tried making contact with Liz, but she either wasn’t home or wasn’t answering the door.
A week later the principal announced over the speaker system during homeroom that Assistant Coach Elizabeth White had resigned her position at the school. That was the last time Sylvia heard anything more about the incident.
Relieved that her name was not brought up, Sylvia rushed home after school that day and removed her diary from its hiding place. Realizing her expressions of love and affection for Liz, along with her descriptions of their intimacy, were far too dangerous to risk anyone finding, she tore the pages out.
Her first impulse was to burn them. She liked candles and kept a lighter on her dresser. But no sooner had the top corner of the pages begun to burn than the smoke alarm in her room started blaring. She quickly doused the flames, crumpled the pages up into a tight ball, and dropped them into a waste basket beside her bed…
<center>* * * * *</center>
When Sylvia got the box open, she emptied the contents on the bed and separated them. A folded note was also there, which she opened. Although she was expecting another twisted poem, such was not the case. It listed simple steps for how to assemble the enclosed webcam and where to connect it to a computer.
“What the hell is going on?” she asked herself. “What does this person want from me?”
It took just a few minutes to snap the white plastic pieces together, which comprised of a stand for the webcam. There was also a clip in case she wanted to attach it to a computer instead of standing it up on a flat surface. Connecting it was easy enough. The operating system acknowledged that the new hardware was detected, and that the driver was already loaded.
The only thing she could do was wait. Sylvia glanced at a digital clock beside her bed, which read ‘2:36’, and released a long sigh. She leaned back and looked up at the ceiling as she tried to think of who could be doing this to her.
