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Alice And The Package

Part 1 The Arrival

Part One: The Arrival

Alice had no idea who sent the package. The return address indicated a P.O. box in another city but she didn't know anyone there. She opened it with more than a little curiosity.

Her curiosity was replaced with puzzlement when the wrappings were finally on the floor and she could see the picture of the box's contents. 'Sybian for sexual gratification', it read. It looked like a tiny saddle on half a beer keg with a remote. Judging from the expression of the model in the picture 'riding the keg', she didn't need to guess at what must be happening where the models crotch met the saddle.

"Who the hell would send me such a thing", she thought.

At 26 the petite high school teacher looked as young and as fit as many of her students. Getting an occasional 'sex relief' fuck when she was in the mood was never a problem for her. Most of her male friends were very much aware of her availability. So "Who would send me a self-fucking machine?" she thought.

She picked up the box and threw it into the back of her bedroom closet. Within a few days she had all but forgotten about it. If a young man named Jason had not recently been transferred into her class, she might have forgotten about it completely.

She was young and she was a woman and she liked to be desired. From time to time she would 'play' with the young men in her class to break the boredom. Today she chose to try out the new boy, Jason. Early in the period she approached his desk and leaned over his work to give him a great view of her braless titties. She even went so far as to let strands of her hair 'accidentally' fall against his face.

" Oh excuse me", she said, touching his thigh and then moving on. Alice could see his breathing speed up and she didn't have to guess at what was happening in his pants.

" Jason, step up to the blackboard and jot down a few notes for me please." There were other boys in the class that new this routine all too well.

Jason turned as red as a beet when he stood. He quickly put his hands in his pockets to hide the embarrassing bulge in his jeans.

"You're lucky I don't make you face the class." She thought. She really enjoyed this power.

When she looked up from her desk and turned to give him dictation; her words caught in her throat. Jason was standing as close to the blackboard as he could without raising suspicion, but from his profile the young teacher could see he was trying to hide the bulge of the largest erection she had ever seen. Size was not an end all be all to her but, "wow", she thought, "that thing is impressive. Some little bimbo is gonna get ripped in half with that someday."

She couldn't take her eyes off his pants as she put him through her ritual. By the time she let the poor boy shove his hands in his pockets and sit down her panties were uncomfortably moist.

When Alice arrived home the little itch in her panties had turned into an impatient demand for relief. Jumping out of her car she ran up to her bedroom slipped out of her panties and reached into her bedside table for her favorite vibrator. Then, she paused, remembering the box in the back of the closet. "Why not?" she smiled.

In a flash Alice had the device plugged in, lubricated and ready to try out. She had picked from the many generous attachments a particularly large cock to let Jason's image feed her fantasy.

She stripped and lowered herself onto the machine. She paused to accommodate the dildo's girth and then turned the remote up to a gentle vibration.

"Holy shit", she sighed. She began to rotate her ass on the vibrating cock.

Next she reached for the remote to add the pumping action. When she did she howled "Oh my God" and bent over to quicken her pace and ride the machine with purpose.

Settling into its rhythm she was now riding and jumping on the appliance like a woman possessed.

"Fuck me Jason". She cried, " Pound that meat into me baby. Push it, push it, Aahhhhh Fuck!" She turned the remote to full and had to drop it to hold onto her mechanical lover.

Her hips rammed her pussy into to the relentless thrusts of the insatiable cock. The vibrations transformed her clit into a rock hard node that sent a regular barrage of new sensations through her quivering frame. She lost count of how many times she drenched the instrument in her cum. In her younger days she had been an avid swimmer and a fine athlete. The device tested her endurance and she was up to the challenge.

Finally, she abandoned herself to a brutal series of shattering orgasms that built in intensity until they left her moaning, panting and drooling. It was all she could do to grab her tits; squeeze them until they ached, and let herself fall off the machine. She lied next to it for hours whimpering and gasping for air. When she found the power to move; she crawled back onto her new best friend to ride some more.

"Just a little more." She told herself. But she knew from the first that she would be spending a lot of time on her knees getting her brains fucked out of by this wonderful, wonderful machine.

A few weeks later (after many people had commented that she seemed to have acquired a lovely 'glow' and had lost a bit of weight) she opened up her e-mail inbox and her world changed.

"Ms. Dee, Call me at the number below. If I don't hear from you tonight these photo's will be e-mailed to the entire faculty and student body tomorrow, signed Jason" …"P.S. The movie version is even better!"

Alice's stomach turned when she clicked open the first of a dozen attached jpg files. There she was on her fuck machine, fingers pulling at her nipples, eyes closed and mouth open. Pussy high enough above the dildo ramming into her to see her crimson engorged clit. She looked like a porn queen. A happy, randy, porn queen.

Alice bolted to her closet and dragged out the device. She examined it closely until she found a pinhole opening just towards the front of the saddle. "A fucking camera…a fucking camera!" she yelled.

She ripped at the fabric in frenzy until she found the tiny gadget hidden within. A note was attached to it. " A tiny camera, a tiny transmitter and a tiny horny teacher. Welcome to the wireless generation dumb cunt. I'll be seeing you, lots of you. Jason"


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