The Assaulted Educator: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Lavinia Proudbosom

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

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As Ellen watched the scene in hypnotized fascination, she began to forget all about the presence of the two hulking teenagers beside her on the couch and the presence of all the other boys in the room. She felt the same shocked and yet titillated sensations she had felt that afternoon in Eric's office when she had seen Mike's long thick pole of teenage flesh storming into the welcoming channel of Lila's young cunt . . . she was at once attracted and repelled . . . at once tempted to run for her life and rooted to the spot in abject fascination . . . somehow, it was almost as if it were she herself up on that screen instead of Lila . . . and then, suddenly, Lila's face was transformed to her own and it was herself she was watching!

Leseprobe

The Assaulted Educator

Lavinia Proudbosom

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

Her body warmed under the spray of hot water. Her pink skin smoothed under the slippery softness of the creamed soap. She knew very well shy she had finally decided to take the second shower of the morning. She knew what she had to do if her lovely body was to enjoy any relaxation at all.

Her fingers nipped at the nipples of her sudsy breasts. Obediently, they erected, hard as walnuts. Then the delicate fingers ran down over softer territory-the whiteness of her creamy tummy. A few strokes into her navel, and then . . . and then.. . .

The burning raced up through her, ending its lightning at the back of her neck. Her finger worked in wide circles over her clitoris, and Ellen closed her eyes, a heavenly smile appearing on her lovely face.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, as the love juices began to flow, mixing with the sudsy soap at the top of her inner thighs. With her other hand she reached behind and stroked deep into the crack of her buttocks. The slippery finger in front dug demanding deeper, and her whole body shuddered in sweet ecstasy. The finger in back strained, as if trying to meet it from the opposite direction. The rolls of Ellen's hips became slower, wider.

"Ahhhhh!" she finally groaned.

Her body quivered once, twice.

Yes. She was more relaxed now.

As the plane took off and banked out towards the Pacific, Ellen Bixby took one last look at Stanford University. She had graduated last June and had spent the summer with her fianc nearby, and now she was on her way to begin the first phase of her new life in Los Angeles. She knew that the plane ride would take only an hour, and yet she felt as if she was leaving one world behind and entering a completely new one that was many light years away from her carefree student days. Starting in less than a week, Ellen Bixby would take up her position at Las Altas High School as a