The party rocked on with me taking photos of every one and every thing all through the evening. Sophie and Cally both hated to have their picture taken so they were my number one subjects...
At one point Sophie kicked sat down and pointed her toes at the end of her cast at me as she lifted her broken leg high off the floor.
She looked at me all-innocent as she pulled her skirt half way up her thigh as I took the picture.
I had moved over to set down on the couch so I could make a change in the setting of the camera when I heard Sophie laughing. She was setting on a bar stool across the room from me with her left leg crossed over the purple cast.
I had watched her move slowly across the room on her crutches to the stool, she sat down as she took care to make sure her skirt was covering part of her broken leg and hanging down around her butt and the bar stool.
I had done some other things and thought nothing more of it. That
is until she laughed and I looked up!
From where I was setting on the couch, which put me lower than she was, I could see right up her dress to the top of her cast.
Now we had been friends for a long time and as things work this was not my first look at this lovely lady but this was the best I had ever seen her and the first time she had been injured and using crutches!
It was a dream comes true! I love pantyhose and she has some of the best legs I have ever seen, but to have a full leg cast to!
Well, I was shaking as I lifted the camera to my eye and started taking her picture. I took three full body shots and then zoomed in under her skirt to the edge of her cast!
I looked up at her to see her looking at me.
“Shit I am in for it now!” I thought.
Sophie got a funny little look in her eyes as she looked around the room. She found that we were alone in the room with Cally on the other side of bar and working in the kitchen.
She looked back at me and smiled as she uncrossed her legs. She pulled her cast up to place it on the stool seat next to her
butt!
The whole inside was exposed to me , she watched me moving her head this way and that while she talked to Cally and posed for me.
She moaned when putting her broken leg back down and felt some pain when we heard some one coming into the room from the dinning room next door.
I had a painful hard on and was shaking like a little kid as she slipped off of the stool standing on her good leg, grabbed her crutches and went into the kitchen.
She was only gone for a minuet when she walked back into the room looking so dam hot on those crutches. She sat next to me on the couch as I her crutches away from her.
She looked at the bulge in my pants. “Did I do that?”
“You know you did!”
She turned side ways tucking her left foot under her butt. She looked around the room and then back at me as she slowly pulled her skirt up to mid thigh.
Her eyes never left mine as her fiber covered broken leg came into view. I licked my lips as I looked at her long casted leg.
I could feel my self-dripping precum as I put my hand on her cast.
“Do I have to ask if you enjoyed that?”
“You know I did!”
“I would love to see you in a little more relaxed setting.”
“What do you have in mind?” she asked as she moved to stand up with my help.
She got up and stood on her left leg so she was standing right in front of me with her cast inches from the floor. She looked over her shoulder into the kitchen as she reached down to the hem of her skirt and then pulled it up to her waist.
I could smell her sweet heat as I started to run my hands up her cast to cup her foot.
She stepped back pulling away from my hands.
She bent over kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, give me my crutches please.”
Sophie turned to Cally just as she came into the room.
“I think I better go Cally honey, my leg is killing me.” She crutched over to my wife and hugged her as she kissed her on the cheek.
“Can I come for dinner to morrow night?”
“Cally smiled at her. “Sure! You know you don’t have to ask. Bring your PJs and plan on spending the night. Come on and I’ll walk out with you.”
She turned standing tall on her crutches and looked at me. “Night Sam.”
“Good night Sophie honey.”
Cally walked Sophie out to her car and I could see them talking and laughing. While my wife helped her in the car, sliding the cast in I came so so hard.
Part 3 to come
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Best Friends p1
Best Friends
My wife Cally and I were having a little party. Our best friends John and Sophie were going to come over. I heard their car pull into the driveway and went out to great them. John and I always had a lot of fun and Sophie and I were very close. I looked into the car to find Sophie alone.
“Where’s John?” I asked as I walked up to her door I saw aluminums crutches in the passenger seat. I looked into her car window smiling at her as my eyes tried to see the reason for the crutches but fell instead to the open buttons of her white cotton blouse. It was pulled tight across her full breasts letting me see her lacy bra through it’s the thin material as I opened the door for her.
“He was called to head office. It looks like he’ll be one heading to huge takeover.” She stuck out one long nylon covered leg as
she turned in the seat.
“Will you get the stuff from the back seat for me while I get my broken leg out of this car?” she asked.
I let my eyes run over her right leg enjoying the total view of a long purple cast covering her leg as her skirt pulled up to mid
Thigh has she struggled with my help to extract this long cast out of her Maxima.
She caught me looking at her broken leg and smiled at me as she stood letting her skirt fall into place while positioning her crutches under her arms.
I moved to her kissing her on the cheek.
“Oh Sophie what happened to your leg?” I opened the back door to get some bags of chips and dip.
“You should have called us, Cally and I could have helped while you are on crutches and John is away”
Sophie laughed. “Sure, remember college Sam! All your wet dreams when Cally broke her ankle! That’s why your wife never told you” she pulled me to her hugging me softly,
“Sam you are a good friend and I love you. John knows that you take good care of me when he is gone like this.” She kissed my
cheek,
“and I felt off ridding my horse.”
“Well you know I love you and anything you need just ask… You look so hot in that cast Sophie!”
I took in the view.
“Only in your dreams my friend. Now come on lets go find your other wife.”
I watched her ass move in front of me under her pleated skirt. It was cut to just above her knee and moved nicely around her thighs.
She was wearing very thin and very shear black pantyhose on her left leg that made the muscles in her calves stand out as she walked and her purple cast on the right leg made her whole outfit look very, well girlish!
“Ok I said but you remember if you decide you need any kissing or huggen, you
know, anything along those lines you just let me know! I am more than willing to
help John out with any of his husbandly duties while he is gone.”
“You are such a dork!” she was laughing,
“It would scare the hell out of you if I came onto you, specially now with my broken leg, I know how you feel about your woman’s in leg cast and you know it!” She walked toward the door on her crutches and looked so agile on them.
“Oh sure, that’s what you think Sophie but you were never brave enough to try anything were you in the past? You talk big but you are not sure of what I would do if you offered it to me.” I was grinning at her
Sophie turned to me on her crutches and came closer sliding her right cast between my legs. Her cast was bent at the knee so that no weight could be put on it.
“Here you go think about it.” She was giggling as she ran her fingers across my cheek.
“Think about me all naked except for my long long leg cast and sweaty with lust!”
“Well that would add fuel to the fire! You do look very sexy and sensual in that leg cast, cute helpless on crutches”
She turned again on her crutches, swished her ass at me and went to find Cally.
The relationship between the four of us had grown over the college years to the point the only thing we didn’t share was our partners.
Nothing was sacred between us and anything was open for discussion. We all said what ever we were thinking and
no one ever got upset about it and sex was always one of the number one subjects with John being just as open with Cally as I was with Sophie.
There had even been a few times I was sure It could have gone farther and today was defiantly one of them.
Part 2 to come
My wife Cally and I were having a little party. Our best friends John and Sophie were going to come over. I heard their car pull into the driveway and went out to great them. John and I always had a lot of fun and Sophie and I were very close. I looked into the car to find Sophie alone.
“Where’s John?” I asked as I walked up to her door I saw aluminums crutches in the passenger seat. I looked into her car window smiling at her as my eyes tried to see the reason for the crutches but fell instead to the open buttons of her white cotton blouse. It was pulled tight across her full breasts letting me see her lacy bra through it’s the thin material as I opened the door for her.
“He was called to head office. It looks like he’ll be one heading to huge takeover.” She stuck out one long nylon covered leg as
she turned in the seat.
“Will you get the stuff from the back seat for me while I get my broken leg out of this car?” she asked.
I let my eyes run over her right leg enjoying the total view of a long purple cast covering her leg as her skirt pulled up to mid
Thigh has she struggled with my help to extract this long cast out of her Maxima.
She caught me looking at her broken leg and smiled at me as she stood letting her skirt fall into place while positioning her crutches under her arms.
I moved to her kissing her on the cheek.
“Oh Sophie what happened to your leg?” I opened the back door to get some bags of chips and dip.
“You should have called us, Cally and I could have helped while you are on crutches and John is away”
Sophie laughed. “Sure, remember college Sam! All your wet dreams when Cally broke her ankle! That’s why your wife never told you” she pulled me to her hugging me softly,
“Sam you are a good friend and I love you. John knows that you take good care of me when he is gone like this.” She kissed my
cheek,
“and I felt off ridding my horse.”
“Well you know I love you and anything you need just ask… You look so hot in that cast Sophie!”
I took in the view.
“Only in your dreams my friend. Now come on lets go find your other wife.”
I watched her ass move in front of me under her pleated skirt. It was cut to just above her knee and moved nicely around her thighs.
She was wearing very thin and very shear black pantyhose on her left leg that made the muscles in her calves stand out as she walked and her purple cast on the right leg made her whole outfit look very, well girlish!
“Ok I said but you remember if you decide you need any kissing or huggen, you
know, anything along those lines you just let me know! I am more than willing to
help John out with any of his husbandly duties while he is gone.”
“You are such a dork!” she was laughing,
“It would scare the hell out of you if I came onto you, specially now with my broken leg, I know how you feel about your woman’s in leg cast and you know it!” She walked toward the door on her crutches and looked so agile on them.
“Oh sure, that’s what you think Sophie but you were never brave enough to try anything were you in the past? You talk big but you are not sure of what I would do if you offered it to me.” I was grinning at her
Sophie turned to me on her crutches and came closer sliding her right cast between my legs. Her cast was bent at the knee so that no weight could be put on it.
“Here you go think about it.” She was giggling as she ran her fingers across my cheek.
“Think about me all naked except for my long long leg cast and sweaty with lust!”
“Well that would add fuel to the fire! You do look very sexy and sensual in that leg cast, cute helpless on crutches”
She turned again on her crutches, swished her ass at me and went to find Cally.
The relationship between the four of us had grown over the college years to the point the only thing we didn’t share was our partners.
Nothing was sacred between us and anything was open for discussion. We all said what ever we were thinking and
no one ever got upset about it and sex was always one of the number one subjects with John being just as open with Cally as I was with Sophie.
There had even been a few times I was sure It could have gone farther and today was defiantly one of them.
Part 2 to come
Friday, October 26, 2007
A Special Teacher Conc.
Conclusion
Isabelle lifted her broken ankle slightly, offering the foot to Sophie, who cradled it in her hands. Sophie ran her fingertips over the toes.
As the young woman's hands drifted up the cast before her, Isabelle lifted her foot farther and brushed her toes over Sophie's lips.
Sophie gasped. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue over those toes and their red-painted nails. She licked over them and under them, before greedily sucking first the big toe, then all of
its sisters, into her mouth.
A deep sigh came from the young woman. She wiggled her toes in Sophie's warm, wet mouth. The student continued to suck them for a bit, while she run the flat of her hand along the soft cast covering her broken ankle.
Reaching the knees, she paused to nibble on the soft spot at the edge of her cast making Isabelle tremble. The teacher reached out blindly to click the "Start" button on the Microsoft player.
Hopefully the sound would cover the noises that both of them knew were approaching.
Sophie started the march of her lips up the back of Isabelle's thigh, shifting to settle between the woman's legs and bring her tongue to the sensitive inside of the thigh. Her hands kept pace on the teacher's other leg, exploring what she had been fantasizing about all term.
"Sophie," whispered Isabelle again. When Sophie's glazed eyes look up, the woman instructed the girl kneeling before her.
"Take your clothes off."
When Sophie started to rise, Isabelle stopped her.
"No, don't get up. Strip where you are."
Sophie shivered. It took but a moment to pry her sandals off, to unbutton and shed the white shirt she had been wearing, the ends knotted under her breasts.
She was not wearing a bra.
Then it only remained for her to unfasten and squirm out of her cut-off jeans shorts and her white cotton panties.
Sophie had gone down on more than one woman before, ever since the first time. This was so different though. After weeks of incredible sex with her father she now pleasing the daughter.
After kissing back and forth from one thigh to the other as she worked her way up the legs she so desired, she found she couldn’t wait to force her tongue inside Isabelle's pussy.
For her part, Isabelle was lost completely in the caress of her student's mouth and hands. Sophie continued her oral ministrations to the now flowing pussy. Then Sophie found Isabelle's clit.
Sophie's tongue was pressing and the sensation was incredible, making Isabelle squirm wildly in her chair and hump her pussy against the young woman's face.
Even as Isabelle felt herself beginning to ride the crest of the oncoming wave, she knew she wanted to do something more for the young woman giving her such pleasure.
She stretched out her leg, running her cast between Sophie's legs.
Pushing her broken ankle, she wiggled her toes against the dark curls of Sophie's pussy.
"Oh, good LORD," moaned Sophie, a sentiment and sound that was echoed by Isabelle. The hard cast, pushed between her lips and into her tight pussy. She wrapped her arms around Isabelle's broken ankle and slid her body up and down.
Both women were lost in the moment. Isabelle broken ankle was throbbing in pain when pushing her toes in and out of Sophie's pussy. She lifted her foot slightly and was rewarded by a muffled cry as her big toe touched Sophie's clit.
That cry was muffled because Sophie buried her mouth on Isabelle's pussy, sucking the flowing juices. As Isabelle foot fucked the young woman, she responded by licking, then biting over Isabelle's own clit. The shudder of one coming was enough to bring the other one to the edge and push her over. Both teacher and student orgasmed together, almost violently.
The end
Isabelle lifted her broken ankle slightly, offering the foot to Sophie, who cradled it in her hands. Sophie ran her fingertips over the toes.
As the young woman's hands drifted up the cast before her, Isabelle lifted her foot farther and brushed her toes over Sophie's lips.
Sophie gasped. Her lips parted and she ran her tongue over those toes and their red-painted nails. She licked over them and under them, before greedily sucking first the big toe, then all of
its sisters, into her mouth.
A deep sigh came from the young woman. She wiggled her toes in Sophie's warm, wet mouth. The student continued to suck them for a bit, while she run the flat of her hand along the soft cast covering her broken ankle.
Reaching the knees, she paused to nibble on the soft spot at the edge of her cast making Isabelle tremble. The teacher reached out blindly to click the "Start" button on the Microsoft player.
Hopefully the sound would cover the noises that both of them knew were approaching.
Sophie started the march of her lips up the back of Isabelle's thigh, shifting to settle between the woman's legs and bring her tongue to the sensitive inside of the thigh. Her hands kept pace on the teacher's other leg, exploring what she had been fantasizing about all term.
"Sophie," whispered Isabelle again. When Sophie's glazed eyes look up, the woman instructed the girl kneeling before her.
"Take your clothes off."
When Sophie started to rise, Isabelle stopped her.
"No, don't get up. Strip where you are."
Sophie shivered. It took but a moment to pry her sandals off, to unbutton and shed the white shirt she had been wearing, the ends knotted under her breasts.
She was not wearing a bra.
Then it only remained for her to unfasten and squirm out of her cut-off jeans shorts and her white cotton panties.
Sophie had gone down on more than one woman before, ever since the first time. This was so different though. After weeks of incredible sex with her father she now pleasing the daughter.
After kissing back and forth from one thigh to the other as she worked her way up the legs she so desired, she found she couldn’t wait to force her tongue inside Isabelle's pussy.
For her part, Isabelle was lost completely in the caress of her student's mouth and hands. Sophie continued her oral ministrations to the now flowing pussy. Then Sophie found Isabelle's clit.
Sophie's tongue was pressing and the sensation was incredible, making Isabelle squirm wildly in her chair and hump her pussy against the young woman's face.
Even as Isabelle felt herself beginning to ride the crest of the oncoming wave, she knew she wanted to do something more for the young woman giving her such pleasure.
She stretched out her leg, running her cast between Sophie's legs.
Pushing her broken ankle, she wiggled her toes against the dark curls of Sophie's pussy.
"Oh, good LORD," moaned Sophie, a sentiment and sound that was echoed by Isabelle. The hard cast, pushed between her lips and into her tight pussy. She wrapped her arms around Isabelle's broken ankle and slid her body up and down.
Both women were lost in the moment. Isabelle broken ankle was throbbing in pain when pushing her toes in and out of Sophie's pussy. She lifted her foot slightly and was rewarded by a muffled cry as her big toe touched Sophie's clit.
That cry was muffled because Sophie buried her mouth on Isabelle's pussy, sucking the flowing juices. As Isabelle foot fucked the young woman, she responded by licking, then biting over Isabelle's own clit. The shudder of one coming was enough to bring the other one to the edge and push her over. Both teacher and student orgasmed together, almost violently.
The end
Sunday, October 21, 2007
A Special Teacher p3
It wasn't the first time that Sophie had been in Isabelle's office. It wasn't very big, as befitting a rather junior faculty member, but it was attractively furnished.
Besides the desk Isabelle generally sat behind, there were two chairs. One was in front of the desk and was the one that seemed to always be offered to any visitor.
The other was to the side of the desk and was usually covered in a
stack of books and papers, as though to discourage thoughts of its use but right one was used to rest her broken ankle.
Today when Isabelle ushered Sophie into the room and closed the door, resting her crutches on the wall behind her chair. Isabelle waved Sophie to the chair, settled in her own comfortable appearing swivel chair and spun to face the young woman. She then put the cast on the spare chair
Sophie noticed something was new today. Miss Isabelle appeared to be sore, her ankle was badly broken. Then Isabelle turned towards her, even while she continued to sort through the papers on her
desk. The legs that fascinated Sophie so much were spread well apart with the cast on the empty chair. The short skirt was bunched about the young woman's thighs, giving Sophie a perfect view.
The cast went all the way below her knee. Isabelle was wearing a fiber cast fairly common now. She shifted in her seat. She swallowed. Twice. Hard.
Isabelle threw Sophie a bright smile and turned fully to face her student. She began to discuss Sophie's performance in class, then wandered into a monologue about Quebec, the language, customs and traditions. Sophie was lost in the rhythm of the words. Her eyes were fixed on Isabelle's broken ankle and toes.
Sophie watched in rapt fascination as Isabelle slowly crossed her legs one way, then uncrossed them and repeated the motion the other way. Each time, the faint sound of the cast rubbing her other leg caught her ears.
She couldn't help herself. Isabelle's short skirt allowed for quick glimpses of her smooth thighs, and each time she draped one shapely leg over the other Sophie could see between those legs
almost up to their junction.
Isabelle continued to talk in a pleasant, soothing voice that Sophie managed to reply to, even though her focus was on the elegant legs in front of her. Those legs crossed again, left over right. Perfect view for Sophie. She loved the way the cast followed the contour of her lower leg and those toes… to die for
"Sophie?" Isabelle's voice almost caressed the young woman's name.
Sophie had to swallow twice and lick her lips to reply. Even then, her simple
"Yes?" was shaky.
"Look at me."
Sophie managed to tear her eyes away from the vision they had been fixated on. She met Isabelle's gaze and was startled to see the smoldering deep in the instructor's eyes. A smoldering that she knew was matched by her own eyes.
"Its okay Sophie." Isabelle whispered. "Go ahead. Do what you want."
Sophie slipped from her chair, kneeling in front of the sexy woman.
conclusion to come...
Besides the desk Isabelle generally sat behind, there were two chairs. One was in front of the desk and was the one that seemed to always be offered to any visitor.
The other was to the side of the desk and was usually covered in a
stack of books and papers, as though to discourage thoughts of its use but right one was used to rest her broken ankle.
Today when Isabelle ushered Sophie into the room and closed the door, resting her crutches on the wall behind her chair. Isabelle waved Sophie to the chair, settled in her own comfortable appearing swivel chair and spun to face the young woman. She then put the cast on the spare chair
Sophie noticed something was new today. Miss Isabelle appeared to be sore, her ankle was badly broken. Then Isabelle turned towards her, even while she continued to sort through the papers on her
desk. The legs that fascinated Sophie so much were spread well apart with the cast on the empty chair. The short skirt was bunched about the young woman's thighs, giving Sophie a perfect view.
The cast went all the way below her knee. Isabelle was wearing a fiber cast fairly common now. She shifted in her seat. She swallowed. Twice. Hard.
Isabelle threw Sophie a bright smile and turned fully to face her student. She began to discuss Sophie's performance in class, then wandered into a monologue about Quebec, the language, customs and traditions. Sophie was lost in the rhythm of the words. Her eyes were fixed on Isabelle's broken ankle and toes.
Sophie watched in rapt fascination as Isabelle slowly crossed her legs one way, then uncrossed them and repeated the motion the other way. Each time, the faint sound of the cast rubbing her other leg caught her ears.
She couldn't help herself. Isabelle's short skirt allowed for quick glimpses of her smooth thighs, and each time she draped one shapely leg over the other Sophie could see between those legs
almost up to their junction.
Isabelle continued to talk in a pleasant, soothing voice that Sophie managed to reply to, even though her focus was on the elegant legs in front of her. Those legs crossed again, left over right. Perfect view for Sophie. She loved the way the cast followed the contour of her lower leg and those toes… to die for
"Sophie?" Isabelle's voice almost caressed the young woman's name.
Sophie had to swallow twice and lick her lips to reply. Even then, her simple
"Yes?" was shaky.
"Look at me."
Sophie managed to tear her eyes away from the vision they had been fixated on. She met Isabelle's gaze and was startled to see the smoldering deep in the instructor's eyes. A smoldering that she knew was matched by her own eyes.
"Its okay Sophie." Isabelle whispered. "Go ahead. Do what you want."
Sophie slipped from her chair, kneeling in front of the sexy woman.
conclusion to come...
Saturday, October 20, 2007
A Special Teacher p2
Part 2 to come
Her attractiveness aside, Isabelle was a gifted instructor and deeply versed in both the French language and culture. She also was extremely practiced in gracefully rejecting come-ons. Sophie saw both students and other faculty members try everything from subtle suggestions to blatant offers, and saw them all fail.
Sophie herself was by no means immune to the attraction of the sexy young woman. Her disability was increasing her attraction .
Sophie had no idea of Isabelle's sexual interests. She did know the teacher was single and didn't seem to be dating anyone, male or female. She didn't want to simply be one of the pushy horde that was always surrounding the teacher.
Fawning and breathing heavily over Isabelle didn't seem to be the way to stand out enough to get her attention, assuming that she would actually be interested, of course.
What Sophie was not to discover until later that Mlle Isabelle had already noticed Sophie. At first it was simply because the girl was well ahead of her classmates in her grasp of the language they were studying.
Then the young teacher had seen that Sophie was a sweet woman, always ready with a smile and a friendly word for everyone. She noticed also how Sophie was staring at her toes at the end of the cast.
Then one afternoon when the instructor standing on her crutches with her broken ankle resting on top of her good foot was unlocking her car in the faculty parking lot, she had caught a glimpse of Sophie at the parking pad where students were allowed to wash their cars.
She was wearing a tight pair of cut-off jeans and a brightly colored bikini top and was barefoot. Sophie stretched on her toes to run a soapy rag over the top of what Isabelle presumed was her car. The tightening muscles caused the teacher to stop and admire the young woman's legs, then her bottom, then all of her.
Several days later the classroom was just about empty. It was a Friday and the frat and sorority students were gone, getting a jump on the weekend. Most of the others were gone to join in an anti-war rally and protest.
Only Sophie and a bare handful of students were there and Isabelle dismissed the class early.
"Sophie," she called as the student neared the door.
"Yes, Mlle Isabelle?"
"Do you have a few minutes?"
"Sure," Sophie replied immediately.
"Great, come to my office."
Part 3 to come
Her attractiveness aside, Isabelle was a gifted instructor and deeply versed in both the French language and culture. She also was extremely practiced in gracefully rejecting come-ons. Sophie saw both students and other faculty members try everything from subtle suggestions to blatant offers, and saw them all fail.
Sophie herself was by no means immune to the attraction of the sexy young woman. Her disability was increasing her attraction .
Sophie had no idea of Isabelle's sexual interests. She did know the teacher was single and didn't seem to be dating anyone, male or female. She didn't want to simply be one of the pushy horde that was always surrounding the teacher.
Fawning and breathing heavily over Isabelle didn't seem to be the way to stand out enough to get her attention, assuming that she would actually be interested, of course.
What Sophie was not to discover until later that Mlle Isabelle had already noticed Sophie. At first it was simply because the girl was well ahead of her classmates in her grasp of the language they were studying.
Then the young teacher had seen that Sophie was a sweet woman, always ready with a smile and a friendly word for everyone. She noticed also how Sophie was staring at her toes at the end of the cast.
Then one afternoon when the instructor standing on her crutches with her broken ankle resting on top of her good foot was unlocking her car in the faculty parking lot, she had caught a glimpse of Sophie at the parking pad where students were allowed to wash their cars.
She was wearing a tight pair of cut-off jeans and a brightly colored bikini top and was barefoot. Sophie stretched on her toes to run a soapy rag over the top of what Isabelle presumed was her car. The tightening muscles caused the teacher to stop and admire the young woman's legs, then her bottom, then all of her.
Several days later the classroom was just about empty. It was a Friday and the frat and sorority students were gone, getting a jump on the weekend. Most of the others were gone to join in an anti-war rally and protest.
Only Sophie and a bare handful of students were there and Isabelle dismissed the class early.
"Sophie," she called as the student neared the door.
"Yes, Mlle Isabelle?"
"Do you have a few minutes?"
"Sure," Sophie replied immediately.
"Great, come to my office."
Part 3 to come
Sunday, October 14, 2007
A Special Teacher p1
Sophie shifted her body slightly, scarcely aware of what she was doing. Her attention was focused on the sight in front of her. She watched the bounce, now slow, now quick. She watched the dangle and the recovering. It was as though she was hypnotized, or perhaps had become some little animal mesmerized by the
predator before her. The soft, soothing voice that reached her ears seemed to be in a foreign language she couldn't understand but yearned to know. All in all, she was completely hooked.
The young college student had recently taken the advice of her advisor to go ahead and get some of the core courses out of the way that she had originally skipped in her haste to study the biology that so fascinated her.
She had decided to get her foreign language requirement finished first. she could already speak some French and thought it would make for an easy time, allowing her more time for her serious studies.
She had been right, and wrong. She had no difficulties with the course. Her basic grounding in the language allowed her to easily keep ahead of the class. It was the TEACHER who was giving her sleepless nights.
Not that she was alone in that, she was quite sure. From the very first day of class, every male student who had demonstrated the slightest interest in the female sex had fallen all over themselves whenever it was even hinted Professor Isabelle was near.
For not only was the instructor both sexy and gorgeous, she had the left leg in a purple cast up to her knee and was using crutches while teaching.
The twenty-something woman was well aware of her appeal and made no attempt to stop it. Indeed, she wore skirts that, although not terribly short, were cut to allow her to show off those legs to their best advantage.
The first day of class had demonstrated that Mademoiselle Isabelle, as she preferred to be called, was able to gain everyone's attention, and to also divert it to the subject when she wanted.
She faced the class with her leg with the broken ankle bent at the knee to keep her cast off the floor.
She sat behind her desk resting her ankle on a chair, or she stood behind her podium. However, when she turned and wrote on the
blackboard, a barely suppressed groan went through the entire class, particularly when she stretched to reach the top of the board.
The smile on her face as she returned to her desk was almost demure, but the little bit of devilish mirth at the corners of her mouth gave her away. Wile hopping around the class on her good leg when not using her crutches her breast would bounce around driving the class crazy.
Part 2 to come
predator before her. The soft, soothing voice that reached her ears seemed to be in a foreign language she couldn't understand but yearned to know. All in all, she was completely hooked.
The young college student had recently taken the advice of her advisor to go ahead and get some of the core courses out of the way that she had originally skipped in her haste to study the biology that so fascinated her.
She had decided to get her foreign language requirement finished first. she could already speak some French and thought it would make for an easy time, allowing her more time for her serious studies.
She had been right, and wrong. She had no difficulties with the course. Her basic grounding in the language allowed her to easily keep ahead of the class. It was the TEACHER who was giving her sleepless nights.
Not that she was alone in that, she was quite sure. From the very first day of class, every male student who had demonstrated the slightest interest in the female sex had fallen all over themselves whenever it was even hinted Professor Isabelle was near.
For not only was the instructor both sexy and gorgeous, she had the left leg in a purple cast up to her knee and was using crutches while teaching.
The twenty-something woman was well aware of her appeal and made no attempt to stop it. Indeed, she wore skirts that, although not terribly short, were cut to allow her to show off those legs to their best advantage.
The first day of class had demonstrated that Mademoiselle Isabelle, as she preferred to be called, was able to gain everyone's attention, and to also divert it to the subject when she wanted.
She faced the class with her leg with the broken ankle bent at the knee to keep her cast off the floor.
She sat behind her desk resting her ankle on a chair, or she stood behind her podium. However, when she turned and wrote on the
blackboard, a barely suppressed groan went through the entire class, particularly when she stretched to reach the top of the board.
The smile on her face as she returned to her desk was almost demure, but the little bit of devilish mirth at the corners of her mouth gave her away. Wile hopping around the class on her good leg when not using her crutches her breast would bounce around driving the class crazy.
Part 2 to come
Saturday, October 6, 2007
The Dancer conc.
conclusion
"Hmmm, this is gourmet pussy," John said licking the oyster soft petal lips of her pussy. He ran his tongue from the lower to upper part of the lip, as though he was tracing one side of the parenthesis. Her breath caught in her throat, and she seemed to be floating away on waves of exquisite pleasure when she let go her crutch and she collapse on the floor.
"Oh god my leg…I think I broke my right leg. Why didn’t you catch me?" She said on the floor unable to move at all. Her right leg dislocated at the ankle.
"You're so lovely," he whispered against her downy hair.
"So very lovely now totally disable my dear Nancy " He repeated tracing his tongue at the lower part of her right leg, stopping
over above the dislocated ankle.
Then he rubbed her ankle with a finger, while looking at her badlt twisted ankle.
Nancy couldn't utter a word. Her breathing became choppy and hips bucked and thrust. She didn't know if she would faint from the pain that she was feeling in her leg and cum from the pleasure.
It was the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt and tears
of bliss were smarting her eyes. To see her long left leg casted and knowing that soon her right was also going to be casted.
She fondled her breasts not sparing to pinch her nipples while he kept his attention on her dislocated ankle, which stood sideways.
She was hot and on the brink.
She bit her lower lip to stifle a scream.
"OOOOHHHHHhhhhhhhhh god my legggggggggggggg" she groaned.
John looked at her face, her eyes clamped shut, her mouth open, gasping and her face a bright crimson that seemed to extend down her neck and across her upper chest.
A moment later, her eyes sprang open. He was going for his cell phone to call 911
"No please not yet, please I need to see you cum first" she said moaning
"Ok but first Nancy, come to me" he commanded in a low voice.
She glanced up at him and licked her lips across. Reading his
reaction, she slipped her hand down trying to roll over her broken left leg.
She stroked with twisting motion. Tried but the pain was too much
"I can’t, please help me."
"Admirable, you tried " he tremulously croaked.
"You like it like this don’t you? Me crippled on the ground with 2 broken leg"
"Absolutely" he replied hissing
"You are totally hot and sexy
"thank you, come loser John"
She slipped his cock out and pumped him hard.
He grunted and blasted ropes of cum one after the other hitting her face, glazing her like some Dunkin do-nut marbled something.
"You're fantastic. I want to spend more time with you. Now that you will need somebody full time"
"Promise?"
"Won't let you down."
The end
"Hmmm, this is gourmet pussy," John said licking the oyster soft petal lips of her pussy. He ran his tongue from the lower to upper part of the lip, as though he was tracing one side of the parenthesis. Her breath caught in her throat, and she seemed to be floating away on waves of exquisite pleasure when she let go her crutch and she collapse on the floor.
"Oh god my leg…I think I broke my right leg. Why didn’t you catch me?" She said on the floor unable to move at all. Her right leg dislocated at the ankle.
"You're so lovely," he whispered against her downy hair.
"So very lovely now totally disable my dear Nancy " He repeated tracing his tongue at the lower part of her right leg, stopping
over above the dislocated ankle.
Then he rubbed her ankle with a finger, while looking at her badlt twisted ankle.
Nancy couldn't utter a word. Her breathing became choppy and hips bucked and thrust. She didn't know if she would faint from the pain that she was feeling in her leg and cum from the pleasure.
It was the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt and tears
of bliss were smarting her eyes. To see her long left leg casted and knowing that soon her right was also going to be casted.
She fondled her breasts not sparing to pinch her nipples while he kept his attention on her dislocated ankle, which stood sideways.
She was hot and on the brink.
She bit her lower lip to stifle a scream.
"OOOOHHHHHhhhhhhhhh god my legggggggggggggg" she groaned.
John looked at her face, her eyes clamped shut, her mouth open, gasping and her face a bright crimson that seemed to extend down her neck and across her upper chest.
A moment later, her eyes sprang open. He was going for his cell phone to call 911
"No please not yet, please I need to see you cum first" she said moaning
"Ok but first Nancy, come to me" he commanded in a low voice.
She glanced up at him and licked her lips across. Reading his
reaction, she slipped her hand down trying to roll over her broken left leg.
She stroked with twisting motion. Tried but the pain was too much
"I can’t, please help me."
"Admirable, you tried " he tremulously croaked.
"You like it like this don’t you? Me crippled on the ground with 2 broken leg"
"Absolutely" he replied hissing
"You are totally hot and sexy
"thank you, come loser John"
She slipped his cock out and pumped him hard.
He grunted and blasted ropes of cum one after the other hitting her face, glazing her like some Dunkin do-nut marbled something.
"You're fantastic. I want to spend more time with you. Now that you will need somebody full time"
"Promise?"
"Won't let you down."
The end
Friday, October 5, 2007
The Dancer p3
He broke the kiss and knelt on the couch before her broken leg.
The same broken leg that got them together.
Once again he touched her casted foot and then the other foot slipping off the sneaker as well as her ankle sox.
He held her cast and tugged her toes one by one. She restrained the touchy tickle as he went to do the next. When he'd done with her feet, he pulled up his mesh shirt and revealed a golden tanned body with rippled abs. He wanted to impress her with his physique.
"Wow," she cooed.
He brought down one of his foot on the floor leaving the other cocked by the knee on the couch. Then he grasped her broken leg. lifted it up to the level of his chest and rubbed her cast with passion.
He loved the feel of the cast under his fingers but it was so much more
After that John let her cast slid to his hardness. Nancy took the opportunity to pause her foot over the bulge teasing him through the shorts. She saw the look of excitement in John's passion-dark
eyes and the hunger she saw there sped liquid fire through her loins.
Nancy wrapped her arms around him and raked her fingers through his hair from the nape up as he reclaimed her mouth with his. She felt his hardness grind on her pussy and a sweet sensation throbbed within her.
Though this is no longer a massage therapy, she's not one to refuse. A moan escaped her lips every time John pulled his lips away from her.
He felt her boobs again and after awhile pulled up her shirt. He peeled off her bra and fondled her breasts, pressed them together so he could wag his tongue at her nipples like all at once. She arched her chest as John enforced his mouth to suck her nipples like they would grow big like those of nursing mothers in his mouth.
Nancy restrained her screams as she found herself getting off from his attention. When he let go of the nipples they appeared
incredibly ripe and bigger and the circle around each was swollen. She felt her heart was beating at a mad pace.
At the throes of sensual passion, his cell phone chirped again. John slightly showed his being pissed off at the darn phone but answered the call just the same.
As he stood, Nancy got up on her good leg using him for support. After he sat back and she hop closer with her cast just below the legs of his shorts as he talked over the phone.
John showed a feeling of joy as her broken leg pushed on his shorts. When her broken leg was just short of his balls, his hand trembled at his mobile phone in anticipation to Nancy's teasing effort.
Damn client had to wait, nothing could be as precious as this moment. To ignore this moment was tantamount to being insane. He thought and ended the conversation.
John broke a mirthful grin in his face as he gazed at her lovely face. She lay on her back and his gaze swept from top to bottom of her 5' 10" frame. Studying her finely molded cast covering her leg, he ached to possess her.
Unable to hold back his aching desire, he tugged her Adidas shorts down with authority down her broken leg and she offered no resistance. Her white impeccable panties almost made him shoot his
wad.
But once John drew his lips down on her and started swirling through the smooth fabric of her nice panties, she sucked an awful
amount of air and any remnant of resistance was swept away, and she felt as if she were drowning in a great undertow of passion.
John glanced at her face. "Please rub your cast for me"
"Hah?" She was jolted but obliged. "Like this?" she said placing her hand over her casted leg, while timidly looking at John, almost child-like, as if seeking his approval.
"Higher, you know like you would play yourself after your accident love."
"Oh, John…."
"Just play, play it for me."
Immediately her finger started to rhythmically massage herself around the edge of her cast.
"Yes, that's lovely, absolutely lovely," John replied.
Getting up on her good leg using one crutch for support with her broken leg off the floor, she began quite slowly and gently and then eventually began to quicken her pace.
Rubbing much faster and harder now, concentrating more on around her clit than anywhere else, she started to writhe and moan. John drew his lips to her pussy, pushed away her finger and replaced it with his. With his forefinger and thumb he clamped one outer lip and pulled it up and threw feathered licks into her moist pink feminine folds.
"Hmmm, this is gourmet pussy," John said licking the oyster soft petal lips of her pussy. He ran his tongue from the lower to upper part of the lip, as though he was tracing one side of the parenthesis. Her breath caught in her throat, and she seemed to be floating away on waves of exquisite pleasure when she let go her crutch and she collapse on the floor.
Part 4 to come
The same broken leg that got them together.
Once again he touched her casted foot and then the other foot slipping off the sneaker as well as her ankle sox.
He held her cast and tugged her toes one by one. She restrained the touchy tickle as he went to do the next. When he'd done with her feet, he pulled up his mesh shirt and revealed a golden tanned body with rippled abs. He wanted to impress her with his physique.
"Wow," she cooed.
He brought down one of his foot on the floor leaving the other cocked by the knee on the couch. Then he grasped her broken leg. lifted it up to the level of his chest and rubbed her cast with passion.
He loved the feel of the cast under his fingers but it was so much more
After that John let her cast slid to his hardness. Nancy took the opportunity to pause her foot over the bulge teasing him through the shorts. She saw the look of excitement in John's passion-dark
eyes and the hunger she saw there sped liquid fire through her loins.
Nancy wrapped her arms around him and raked her fingers through his hair from the nape up as he reclaimed her mouth with his. She felt his hardness grind on her pussy and a sweet sensation throbbed within her.
Though this is no longer a massage therapy, she's not one to refuse. A moan escaped her lips every time John pulled his lips away from her.
He felt her boobs again and after awhile pulled up her shirt. He peeled off her bra and fondled her breasts, pressed them together so he could wag his tongue at her nipples like all at once. She arched her chest as John enforced his mouth to suck her nipples like they would grow big like those of nursing mothers in his mouth.
Nancy restrained her screams as she found herself getting off from his attention. When he let go of the nipples they appeared
incredibly ripe and bigger and the circle around each was swollen. She felt her heart was beating at a mad pace.
At the throes of sensual passion, his cell phone chirped again. John slightly showed his being pissed off at the darn phone but answered the call just the same.
As he stood, Nancy got up on her good leg using him for support. After he sat back and she hop closer with her cast just below the legs of his shorts as he talked over the phone.
John showed a feeling of joy as her broken leg pushed on his shorts. When her broken leg was just short of his balls, his hand trembled at his mobile phone in anticipation to Nancy's teasing effort.
Damn client had to wait, nothing could be as precious as this moment. To ignore this moment was tantamount to being insane. He thought and ended the conversation.
John broke a mirthful grin in his face as he gazed at her lovely face. She lay on her back and his gaze swept from top to bottom of her 5' 10" frame. Studying her finely molded cast covering her leg, he ached to possess her.
Unable to hold back his aching desire, he tugged her Adidas shorts down with authority down her broken leg and she offered no resistance. Her white impeccable panties almost made him shoot his
wad.
But once John drew his lips down on her and started swirling through the smooth fabric of her nice panties, she sucked an awful
amount of air and any remnant of resistance was swept away, and she felt as if she were drowning in a great undertow of passion.
John glanced at her face. "Please rub your cast for me"
"Hah?" She was jolted but obliged. "Like this?" she said placing her hand over her casted leg, while timidly looking at John, almost child-like, as if seeking his approval.
"Higher, you know like you would play yourself after your accident love."
"Oh, John…."
"Just play, play it for me."
Immediately her finger started to rhythmically massage herself around the edge of her cast.
"Yes, that's lovely, absolutely lovely," John replied.
Getting up on her good leg using one crutch for support with her broken leg off the floor, she began quite slowly and gently and then eventually began to quicken her pace.
Rubbing much faster and harder now, concentrating more on around her clit than anywhere else, she started to writhe and moan. John drew his lips to her pussy, pushed away her finger and replaced it with his. With his forefinger and thumb he clamped one outer lip and pulled it up and threw feathered licks into her moist pink feminine folds.
"Hmmm, this is gourmet pussy," John said licking the oyster soft petal lips of her pussy. He ran his tongue from the lower to upper part of the lip, as though he was tracing one side of the parenthesis. Her breath caught in her throat, and she seemed to be floating away on waves of exquisite pleasure when she let go her crutch and she collapse on the floor.
Part 4 to come
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