The Best of Lucy Felthouse (3 page)

I've always been a sucker for posh accents. I think it's because they tend to be associated with well-educated young men who are polite, gentlemanly … and just waiting to be corrupted. That's where I come in.

One of my favourite fantasies has always been to fuck a posh boy, just to hear him say dirty words in his sexy accent. Unfortunately, living up north, there aren't that many of them around. So it was a fantasy that lay dormant. That is, until Nathan came along.

I met him through a friend. Well, I say ‘met', but it was all done over the telephone. It was my friend's birthday and I'd called him up to wish him a happy birthday. He and his mates were already drunk and boys will be boys – they all started yelling down the phone, thinking I was Nick's girlfriend. One voice in particular stood out. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them – “Who was that, Nick?”

“Who?” he shouted over the din, “There's loads of us here.”

“The last one. With the posh accent.”

“Oh,” said Nick, obviously remembering my penchant, confessed during a drunken night in the flat we used to share, “that's Nathan. Why, do you want to talk to him?”

“Is he single?”

“Find out for yourself.”

I heard shuffling and laughter in the background. Then suddenly, “Hello?”

My heart began to thud and I felt a warmth between my thighs. Wow, I'd forgotten how much those accents got to me.

“Hi, Nathan.”

“Nick said you wanted to talk to me.” It had gone quiet now. The other guys were either so intent on listening that they'd shut up, or he was now alone.

“Yes,” I wondered what to say, then decided that I'd probably never lay eyes on this guy, so it didn't matter, “I just thought you had a nice voice, that was all. A sexy accent.”

“Thank you. So do you.”

I giggled. “Yeah, right.”

“No, really. It's got a lovely lilt to it. In fact I reckon I could listen to you all day.”

And that's where it began. Nathan and I exchanged phone numbers and started chatting regularly. We had lots in common with books, films and our love of the outdoors so we were always laughing and talking rubbish, and got to know each other really quickly. Soon, the talk turned dirty. We were both single and bemoaned the lack of sex. There'd been no talk of meeting up, so I felt free to let rip with my wildest thoughts and fantasies. It wasn't doing anybody any harm, so I just enjoyed it.

One evening we were having a conversation and I asked how his day had been. His response wasn't entirely what I'd been expecting.

“Well, the guy upstairs has been shagging his missus. They've been at it like rabbits for ages and, frankly, I'm jealous and as horny as fuck.”

I laughed out loud.

“Sorry, old fruit (yes, he really said that!), was I a bit too honest there?”

“No, it just wasn't what I was expecting you to say, that's all.”

“Sorry. It has been a while though.”

“Well then,” I replied, feeling the same way myself, “you need to get laid then, don't you?”

“I do. I just wish you didn't live so far away.”

“Me too. I'm sure we'd have a great time together.”

“Oh, we would. I'd show you what you've been missing. Those idiot blokes round your way clearly haven't got a clue.”

“Really?” I said, knowing exactly where this was going, “And how would you do that then?”

“I'd lick you and make you come until you ache, then fuck you until you're sore.”

I had to admit, it sounded like a good offer. I suddenly wished we didn't live so far apart, as well. My mind wandered, thinking of the possibilities when Nathan piped up, “What's the matter, cat got your tongue?”

“No, but with an offer like that I wish I had yours between my legs right now!”

“I bet your pussy tastes gorgeous. I could lick you all day. Do you like being rimmed?”

“Can't say I've ever tried it. Into that, are you?”

“Oh yes.”

It appeared the posh boy was also deliciously dirty.

“I would love to lick your tight little arsehole then stick my tongue inside and feel it twitch around me. Then when I'd got it nice and slippery, I'd stick my cock up there and ride you hard.”

I couldn't deny his words were having an effect on me. I felt a heat between my thighs, almost like a blush. I suspected that if I looked in a mirror my face would be red too, and was glad he couldn't see me.

“Wow,” I said, more to fill the silence than anything, “you certainly like anal play, don't you?”

“And so would you if you tried it,” he replied, not missing a beat, “I've known women to squirt from anal sex alone, with no other stimulation.”

“Honestly?” I was intrigued. I prided myself on my open mind, but wouldn't it hurt?

“Yes, honestly. And done properly it won't hurt a bit. Plenty of lube and even more patience is all it takes. I'd love to take your anal virginity.”

I giggled. “I never thought of it like that. I certainly wouldn't say no to trying it. But I'd still want to be fucked in the traditional way, too.”

“Well, you can see to that right now, can't you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have a vibrator, don't you?”

I stifled a laugh. I did, but not in the singular. I had several toys of various shapes and sizes, but when it came to speedy and powerful orgasms, my first choice was always the same. My faithful Mr Big Rabbit Vibrator. Purchased during a special promotion on LoveHoney, it had been my favourite toy ever since, despite it costing me a fortune in batteries from its frequent use.

“I do, why?”

“I want you to wank for me, right now.”

Hearing those words in his dulcet tones melted my pussy. I could, by now, feel my juices slicking up my labia and drenching my underwear. I had no objection to his demand, except to question, “And what are you going to do?”

“Stroke my cock as I listen, of course. Then envisage your face as I come. I'd love to spunk all over you, especially your ass.”

“Enough with the ass. You've never even seen it.”

“But I have a spectacular image in my head. Now, are you getting your toy out, or what?”

“Yes. Hang on a minute.”

I rolled over on my bed, where I'd been lounging during our conversation and reached over to my bedside table. I opened the door and retrieved Mr Big. Rolling onto my back I began to wriggle out of my jeans and thong ready for some naughty time.

“What are you doing now?” Nathan enquired.

“I'm just trying to get my jeans and thong off, then I'm ready to play.”

“Is that right? Has our dirty talk made you wet?”

Grinning at his confidence, I whipped off my clothes, and touched myself. I'd known I was wet, but it still surprised me to discover just how much.

“
Very
wet.”

“God I wish I was there now, burying my head between your thighs and licking up all those juices, ready to slide my cock in your tight little pussy.”

“Me too. But for now, I'll just have to make do with Mr Big.”

As if to prove my point, I pushed the button, stirring the vibrator into life.

“Tell me exactly what you're doing.”

I send Mr Big south and give Nathan a running commentary of what's happening…

“I'm rubbing the vibrator up and down my vulva, alternately teasing my clit and my labia, occasionally delving deeper so the head of the vibrator nestles against the entrance to my soaking pussy…”

I hear his breathing grow heavier on the other end of the line, so I continue, “I'm slowly pushing the vibrator inside myself. Its length and girth are stretching my pussy. I'm imagining it's you, kissing my neck and shoulders as your cock fills my hole. I'm gently twisting the fake cock, as the rim of its head stimulates my g-spot. I'm thrusting and twisting it inside me.”

“Go on baby, go on. My cock is red hot and rigid. I've had to slow down before I explode.”

His words just fuelled my passion further and I ramped up the speed of the bunny ears on my clit, knowing my orgasm would soon be upon me.

“I've just turned up the speed of my vibrator so we can come together. I'm stroking my clit with the bunny ears, wishing they were your tongue and lips.”

I gasp as the familiar tingles signal the onset of my climax.

“I'm opening my legs as wide as they'll go and fucking myself with the toy. I'm wishing it was you, your hips thrusting and pounding against mine, your sweat dripping from your brow onto me and my hands digging into your arse cheeks.”

“I'd love for you to dig your nails into me, leaving little dents on my ass and scratch marks down the length of my back.”

“I don't think I'd be able to help myself. The faster and harder you go, the more wild I become.”

“Ooh, you little wildcat. Will you pull my hair and slap my face?”

“If you want me to.”

“What are you doing now?”

“I'm still fucking myself. Race you to the finish line?”

“It's hardly going to be a race darling, I can barely hold back as it is. If we were doing this for real, it'd all be over by now, you make me so horny.”

“That's nice to hear. I trust you'd soon be ready to go again after coming? I'm insatiable, you know.”

“I don't doubt it. Come for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you.”

“You can listen from close quarters then.”

I moved the phone from my ear and rested my arm on my thigh, so he'd be able to hear the noise of the vibrator, and the squelching of my pussy. I continued to slide the shaft in and out of my saturated hole, knowing he could hear the movement. My urge to come grew stronger and so I concentrated on my swollen clit once more. Bringing the handset back to my ear, I said, “I'm almost there. I wish I was coming all over your face, or your prick.”

“Sounds good. I'm holding out for you. Let me know, and we'll do it together.”

“I'm flicking the ears across my clit like crazy now. The power is on full and I'm mega close.”

The intense tingling feeling started again, growing and growing until…

“Now!” I moaned, as the waves hit and my pussy contracted crazily around the shaft of Mr Big and my entire body felt release.

Almost immediately, Nathan sucked in a huge breath.

“Mmm…” then silence.

I could hear my heartbeat thundering in my ears and I let the vibrator slip out of me with an audible ‘plop'.

Nathan suddenly broke the silence.

“Fucking hell, that was incredible. I haven't come that hard or that much in ages. My balls are well and truly emptied.”

“Glad to be of service. Imagine what it'd be like for real.” I smiled.

“I don't want to imagine. I intend to find out for real, if you're willing.”

“Oh I'm more than willing. I can't wait to get my hands on you.”

“Nor I you, sweetheart. So, when are you free so I can give you a proper seeing to?”

Somehow, I suspected that I wouldn't be going through nearly as many batteries in the near future.

Later, on ending the call with Nathan, I immediately logged on and ordered a job lot of condoms and some other kinky things. I fully intended to ensure he was as good as his word with regards the ‘proper seeing to.' I couldn't wait.

Morning lectures are a bitch. No matter how much sleep I get the night before – whether it be the recommended eight hours, or an excessive ten – I still cannot get to grips with mornings. I've just come to accept that I'm far from being an early bird, and always stop at the University shop for a can of Red Bull before continuing up to room E620. I then saunter in, half-asleep and grin weakly at my classmates and lecturer before slumping into a chair and popping open my can.

Today is no exception. Although I'm not bored, or particularly tired, I still feel myself dozing off. Aware of how bad this would look if the lecturer noticed, I decide to do something to spice up the atmosphere a little. I let my mind wander, not even telling it off when it hesitates outside the door marked ‘XXX.'

I chuckle inwardly at its boldness, particularly this early in the day, and my consciousness takes this to be the nod, and we're in. Welcome to the naughty part of my brain, probably the largest part, and certainly not a place for the faint-hearted! A mischievous little character wanders up and down the aisles of my ‘X' files, and finally re-appears, carrying a box marked ‘favourite fantasies'. Ah, he chooses well.

Back in the real world, I catch Karl's eye across the room. He grins, and I suspect his creative mind is up to mischief, not unlike mine. Funny really that it should be Karl. Perhaps he sensed he was in my thoughts. More specifically the box marked ‘favourite fantasies'.

Karl is – to borrow the cliché – “the one that got away”. Our relationship exists purely in erotic daydreams, safe from the prying eyes of the outside world, and safe from rejection.

My entry into the world of erotic literature has plenty to do with Karl's interference. We were chatting one lunchtime, about sex in general, funny stories and so on. He then suddenly came out with,

“You should write porn!”

“What!” I said, shocked.

“You should. You're one of the most open-minded women I've ever met, you should have a bash at writing something. I reckon you'd be really good.”

I didn't think much of it at first, and soon forgot about the conversation. Karl, however, refused to let it go and kept bringing it up, then eventually he dared me to write something. I relented, and asked him what his favourite sexual fantasy was. He told me the gist; every teenage boy's fantasy, having sex with his young and attractive teacher. I wrote my first piece of erotic fiction based on that. Needless to say, he read and thoroughly enjoyed the story, and encouraged me to write more erotica, then gave me feedback on what I'd written. From those lunchtime chats, we developed an insight into each other's sexual tastes.

The fantasy I'm thinking of right now takes place in this very room, E620. As you walk in, you're standing in a slight alcove, then the room opens out to tables, chairs, and a seldom used overhead projector. The door has a sturdy-looking Yale lock, the type you can lock from inside without the key.

In my fantasy, I'm looking fab in a knee-length black skirt, black patterned stockings, knee-high boots and a chunky jumper. It's winter, for God's sake!

Karl's looking damn fine in faded light blue jeans. Tight, of course, clinging to his ass and thighs. His black T-shirt emphasises his broad chest and muscular arms. His sexy tattoos, always an element of fascination for me, are clearly visible on his right arm, one encircling his bicep, the other adorning his inner forearm.

So there we are, both looking good enough to eat, in our morning lecture. We unintentionally keep making eye contact, and smile at each other as we glance away, embarrassed.

Not so embarrassed that I don't look again, however, and this time he's yawning and stretching, his T-shirt has risen enough to give me some pleasant eye candy. I slip my phone out of my bag and send him a text:

“R u thinkin wot I'm thinkin?”

His reply:

“Yeah, I'm horny as fuck!”

“That's not wot I meant, u were yawnin!”

“Yeah but u look sexy 2day, ur distractin me!”

The banter continues throughout the lecture, as it always has, all mouth, no action.

Lunchtime arrives, and the class files out in dribs and drabs and I notice Karl's making a right old song and dance about putting his stuff in his bag. Finally he stands up, bag in one hand, his empty coffee cup in the other. We walk to the door, and he throws the cup in the bin, pushes the door closed and flips the latch.

“What ya doin?”

I ask, already half knowing the answer, but not quite letting myself believe it. Karl drops his bag to the floor, and holds his hand out for mine. I pass it to him, and they lie abandoned by the door.

Within seconds, they are forgotten as we look at each other, this moment so frequently thought of, but neither of us ever knew what would happen next, or ever thought we'd find out.

There had always been something stopping us getting it together before. It certainly wasn't a lack of chemistry! Our friendship was just a friendship, but strong sexual attraction and mutual admiration has long bubbled away underneath.

Months of flirting, talking about sex, and discussing my dirty stories in fine detail have finally come to a head. Suddenly, in a classroom, we're kissing. Karl's tongue is in my mouth, his full lips pressed against mine. It's such a hungry kiss I'm taken aback; mind you, it had been building up for so long it's hardly surprising.

My hands are currently very confused. Being presented with this wonderful gift, they're unsure where to grope first. So I settle for one hand on his arse, and the other playing with the mop of curls at the nape of his neck. The cleverly placed hand on his arse enables me to pull him closer, and I feel his hard-on against my groin. I groan inwardly, my pussy positively drooling. My pants are stuck to me, but I'm in such a state of bliss, I couldn't really care less.

Now, one advantage of having Karl read my dirty stories is that he knows what kind of sex I like. A second advantage is his feedback, which hints at what kind he likes. In fact, we've talked about it so often, and in such great detail, sometimes I feel like we've already done it!

I tug his hair gently, rendering his throat exposed. I pounce, covering the sensitive skin with alternating butterfly kisses, tiny nips, and sensual sucks – giving him a taste of what's to come.

I feel like I'm going to go crazy. My mind is a tumult of emotions. On the one hand, I want to savour this as long as possible, exploring every inch of his naked skin. But on the other hand, I'm so horny I want his cock deep inside me, fucking me long and hard, making me come all over his balls, while filling me full of his hot spunk. Even kinkier, he'd then pull out, and shove his cock in my mouth so I could taste our combined juices. Satisfied he was clean, he'd go down on me and lick me clean, saving just a little bit in his mouth to kiss me again.

The decision is taken out of my hands. Karl takes my wrists and guides me backwards until the back of my thighs hit a table. He continues to push, so I hop onto the table, my feet dangling in mid-air. Grinning filthily at me, he slowly pulls off his T-shirt. I feel my heart skip a beat as the muscular body I've so long envisioned is revealed to me.

I attempt to stand, so I can reach out for him once more, but he forces me back onto the table. His body covers mine; his arms restraining mine, his lips covering mine, his groin exciting mine.

I'm getting to the point of no return, where any control is lost, and my lust takes over. We continue kissing, and he relaxes his hold on my arms. I take the opportunity to reach down and undo the button and fly on his jeans. I slide my hand into the gap I've made, find his erect penis and feel myself getting wetter as I stroke it.

It's incredibly hot and hard, and I tremble inside as I envisage it thrusting inside me, filling my wet hole. I close my eyes as I caress his cock. I increase the pace, and Karl moans, a deep guttural noise that makes my clitoris throb in response. I love that he's horny, and I know exactly what will make him want me even more.

I remove my hand from his jeans and get off the table. I guide him so he's in my place, his buttocks against the table, his erection straining against the pale blue denim covering his groin. Not for long though, as I grasp the loopholes at his waist and pull, revealing his tight white boxer shorts. Within seconds, they're down too, revealing his proud prick, standing long and thick from his tangle of pubic hair.

Without hesitation, I drop to my knees. I reach out and grasp his twitching erection, holding it firm in one hand as my mouth draws closer to its smooth head, which is already gleaming with his juices. I stick out my tongue to taste his precum, then sliding my tongue along the length, my lips curve into a grin as he gasps at the contact.

I pull back and blow on the dampened skin, then suddenly lunge forward and slide my lips over the head once more, this time taking his cock fully into my mouth, as far as it will go. I suck and squeeze him with my lips and tongue – his moans of delight heightening my arousal.

I suck him with enthusiasm, loving the feeling of control I'm getting. Although it's me on my knees, I know damn well he's putty in my hands, or more literally, my mouth.

I use my free hand to stroke his balls and perineum, the combined techniques guaranteed to drive him wild. I can feel his dick becoming harder as though he's ready to come, so I slow my pace. I'm not going to let him … yet. I give his erection a final lingering lick as I make my way back up his body, kissing, nibbling and sucking my way to his lips, which are curved up in a smile.

“That was …”

I cut him off with a kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth, allowing him to taste himself on my tongue and lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me close. I relax into the embrace, feeling like I'm walking on air. I simply cannot wait any longer for him to touch me. I grab one of his wrists from behind my back and place it on my breast.

He gently cups and caresses the soft flesh through my clothes, then suddenly his hand heads south, under my layers and up again so he's touching my bare skin. The temperature down below raises a few degrees, and I can feel the dampness in my pants increase. I don't think I'm going to last much longer. There's a feeling of desperation running throughout my entire body, desperation to have his cock inside me, screwing me long and hard … making me come until it hurts.

He fingers my nipple, quickly making it erect and then pinching the tender flesh, making me squeal a little. He pulls off my jumper, giving him full access to my naked flesh, tormenting my breasts and nipples, sucking, licking, biting. The feel of his teeth against my skin is driving me crazy, like a red hot fire blazing its trail south.

I push one of his hands down, leaving him to take the hint. He does, thank god. He lifts up the hem of my skirt, his hands roaming over my smooth thighs above my stocking tops. I open my legs a little to give him better access. His fingers creep under my pants to explore my vulva, stroking along the swollen folds of flesh, then dipping between them to see what an effect he's had on me. The love juices flow so freely, he stops teasing my nipple and orders me back onto the table, but not before removing my underwear.

He parts my legs, presenting him with a full view of my engorged flesh. Suddenly his face disappears from view and I throw my head back in ecstasy as he tongues my clit. Karl licks my outer labia, his stubble grazing my smooth skin, giving a contrasting sensation from the warm tenderness of his tongue. He dips into the wetness in the middle, lapping up all the juices he's caused me to secrete. He thrusts his tongue in and out of my pussy, reaching in as far as he can go, stimulating all the sensitive nerve endings and accelerating me towards a crashing climax.

I tangle my hands in his hair, unwilling to give him the chance to stop. I'm so close to coming now, I'm moaning and thrashing around, arching my back. Just as I can feel the familiar feeling start to emanate throughout my body, he stops. Just as I'm registering disappointment, he takes my clit between his lips and sucks. That's it. The tingling feeling spreads, my vaginal walls contract, and the floodgates open. I moan loudly as the come soaks my inner thighs, all the while Karl is lapping away, tasting my love juices.

The pulsations have barely died away when Karl stands, his still erect penis looking fit to burst. He enters my wet warmth in one motion, triggering a new set of contractions to ripple through my groin. We both moan at the sensation and he doesn't move for a moment. We relish the feeling, I of being filled, he of being surrounded. Then he moves inside me. The sensitivity is intense and I simply allow him to have his way. I lean back slightly and wrap my legs around his back, pulling him deeper into me.

He pounds into me deeply and violently, grasping my thighs hard for leverage, leaving marks on the pale skin. I know I'm going to have bruises in a couple of days, but I don't care, I figure it'll be a sexy reminder. He moves rhythmically in and out of me, coating his cock in my juices which are increasing rapidly.

I dig my nails into his arms as he fucks me, and bite his neck and chest to muffle the noises I'm making. I want to scream, but somehow having to keep the noise down is making the whole experience more exciting. It's so dangerous and naughty. We're fucking in a classroom. We've been taught in this room for almost three years. We've flirted and talked dirty in this room for almost three years. And now he's sending me over the edge in this room, the atmosphere thick with lust.

My limbs clutch him desperately, hardly believing that this is finally happening. He's driving his hard cock deep inside my soaking wet, red-hot cunt. He slows down momentarily, almost as though he's running out of steam. Seconds later, I breathe a sigh of relief as he ups the pace once more.

Only this time, it's different. He's not just upping the speed, he's upping the intensity. He's thrusting into me now with an animal ferocity, his thighs audibly slapping against my ass. He leans down to me, his arms moving up my back to my shoulders, and as he pulls me on to him, he kisses me longingly and deeply. It's obvious he's getting close now – he seems to be lost in his passion. He slows once more, gyrating against me, creating delicious friction on the delicate nub of flesh nestling between my thighs. He applies slightly more pressure and I dig my nails into his biceps as I feel myself contracting around his cock once more. He begins to fuck me like a man possessed, fast, hard and wild. My orgasm intensifies and lengthens as he continues to torment me.