Chapter 1

LYANNA STORMBORN

It first started a year ago, when I was in class teaching the first graders phonics.

A sudden wave of dizziness had taken over me, forcing me to sit down and lay my head on my desk.

One of the little boys in my class asked me concerned, “Are you okay Ms Stormborn?”

“Yes Michael I just need to lay down for a bit, okay.”

“Class, please continue working on your sounds?” I instructed the scared little faces.

“Okay,” the whole class responded in unison.

After approximately 40 seconds—that felt like 10 minutes—the dizziness stopped and was replaced by an excruciating headache. It felt like someone had repeatedly banged my head on a wall, making my brain rotate over and over, until it was sore.

“Michael, can you please go get the school nurse for me?” I asked.

“Tell her I can’t walk that’s why I’m not able to come in by myself, but my head is on fire. Thank you.”

He ran fast and within a minute or two, Nurse Moira was there with me.

“What’s wrong Lyanna?” She asked concerned.

“My head. It’s trying to kill me.” I answered weakly.

“Will you be able to walk if I support you?”

“Yeah I think so.”

I asked Nurse Moira to first ask Mr Brown, the teacher in the next class room, if he’d come look after my class while I was gone.

He agreed.

Then I turned to the kids. “Kids, sit tight. Mr Brown is going to come be with you in a minute.”

As Nurse Moira lifted me up, she observed, “Lyanna you’re burning up!”

It was the last thing I heard her say before I woke up in the infirmary an hour later.

“Welcome back to earth.” Nurse Moira drily joked.

“Ha ha.” I replied.

“What happened?”

“You passed out on me. Mr Brown had to carry you to the infirmary.”

She added with a mischievous grin, “It was his dream come true.”

I rolled my eyes. It was no secret Mr brown had a tiny crush on me.

“Is everything okay?” I asked cautiously.

Nurse Moira sighed. “I don’t know Lyanna, I’m concerned. Your body temperature is through the roof and your blood pressure is extremely high as well.”

“I feel fine now.” I told her honestly.

“Your headache is gone?”

“Yeah. And the dizziness too. I feel strangely energetic.”

Nurse Moira placed her hand on my head and confirmed, “You’re not burning up anymore.”

She pulled out the incident records book and started taking notes.

“Either way I’m sending you home. I’ll tell the principal you’re unfit to continue working today. You need to go get some rest and then see a doctor to rule out neurological issues. It could be nothing really. Dehydration, an infection. But promise me you’ll go.” She looked at me seriously.

“Moira I’m fine now. I can go back to my class and then go see a doctor after.” I protested.

“Don’t argue with me Lyanna. Go home.” She commanded.

On my way home, while driving my beat down Subaru, that’s when I got the first urge.

An electric shock spread through my spine down to my pussy, making it throb.

I gasped. It felt so good.

Then it happened again, more intense than the last, spreading through my body, warming it up and making it tingle.

More and more of these short bursts of electricity spread through my body, making me excited and extremely horny.

I parked my car on the roadside, slid two fingers over my clit and gently massaged my now swollen clit.

I was wet already.

Four rubs later, I felt my body tense up into climax.

I needed more. This wasn’t enough.

When I reached my apartment, it felt like the horniness had intensified since my last orgasm.

I needed my vibrator in me to satiate this hunger.

I closed the door, removed every single article of cloth from my body hurriedly, while walking to my bedroom to grab my vibrator. I fell on the floor and slid it inside my drenched pussy. Relief washed over me instantly as it milked the vibrator. I felt my orgasm come on strong two strokes in, and I came hard.

When I came back down from that high, I realized I was still very horny. It’s like I’d just poured oil on an already burning fire.

That night, I fucked my pussy raw twenty times.

I used my hands, I ordered bigger and better vibrators, I bought huge cucumbers but nothing seemed to ease the ache.

The next day at 11a.m, I called nurse Moira and told her I wouldn’t be able to make it because I was still feeling sickly.

Truth was, my pussy had suddenly developed a mind of its own.

It wanted a real life cock in it, not some silicone wrapped toy. It had become defiant. It was dripping uncontrollably and I wasn’t even doing anything. All it wanted was to be devoured by something and I didn’t know what to give it.

I wasn’t a loose kind of woman. I didn’t do casual hookups or have dating apps on my phone just for that purpose. I had no boyfriend at the moment too.

But my pussy was demanding. It wanted to be fucked senseless. It wanted to feel a huge pulsating cock caressing it’s walls. It needed to feel a human tongue familiarizing with its every corner and crevice. There was absolutely nothing I’d do about it but give in.

After calling Nurse Moira, I’d gone and worn the sexiest red dress I would find in my closet and gone to the local bar to see if I’d find someone that would ease my ache. The bar was nearly empty but I spotted a dad to one of my students. I remembered that he and his soon to be ex wife were in the middle of a bitter divorce.

I walked up to him.

“Clara’s dad? It me. Ms Stormborn, Clara’s teacher.”

“Oh yeah” he said drunkenly, “sexy Ms Stormborn.” He scanned me from head to toe and I could see the lust in his eyes.

And then because I wasn’t thinking straight and I couldn’t keep my thighs pressed together any longer, I took this as my cue and asked him boldly, “do you want to come to my car and see how wet my pussy is?”

He looked shocked for a second, making me panic, before scrambling to pay his tab and following me to my car.

When we reached inside, I lifted my dress up to reveal my drenched underwear.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, before sliding his index finger over my cunt, and saying, “god, I always wondered what pretty little pussy you got under all those garments. Never thought it could be this moist.”

“Stop talking,” I told him while turning and getting on all fours.

He then slid my drenched underwear to the side and shoved his cock in my pussy, grunting so loudly. Three pumps later, he was done.

What a disappointment, I thought to myself.

I thought of going back to the bar and scouting for another candidate. But then he had also gone back inside, and it would mean seeing him again.

I didn’t want to make things awkward for the both of us.

So I just sat in my car with legs on my dashboard, slid three fingers inside my cunt and made myself climax.

A few minutes later, I felt my pussy throb again as if to say more.

I felt like a nymphomaniac. But I couldn’t help it.

I just went back to the bar and sat at the far end of the counter, where Clara’s dad—who was seated in the shadows—couldn’t see me.

This time, I scouted this old buffed biker who looked like he was in his late 50s, playing pool.

He looked menacing and intimidating and for some reason, it just made my pussy wetter.

I wanted him.

I found myself looking at him lustfully as I clenched my thighs hard. He caught me looking at him and came to me with a tiny smirk wrapped around his lips.

“Hey baby girl” he said grazing his fingers on the bare skin of my shoulders.

“I’m so wet.” I whispered.

He stood behind me such that the front of his body was pressed against my back.

“Yeah?” He whispered back into my ear and then wrapped his hands around my waist and slide his palm under my dress and over my wet pussy, making me moan.

“Come show me.”

He led me to the bar bathroom, lifted my filmsy dress and left leg up, pushed my drenched underwear to the side and shoved his cock roughly in my pussy.

I moaned in pleasure.

He continuously pounded me so hard, I was hitting my back against the bathroom wall. It would have hurt me if the circumstances were different, but instead I found myself feeling an intense orgasm building inside of me before exploding.

He turned me, such that I was now facing the wall and proceeded to fuck me again while squeezing my nipples. He was chasing his orgasm and in so doing brought me another exploding one.

After he relieved his load in me, He smacked my butt and said, “good girl.” And walked away.

It turned me on again.

I’d gone back home, horny, sore and exhausted, wondering what the hell was going on with me. Why was my pussy so greedy to be fucked and used.

I stared at the full moon and shouted, “what the hell is going on! Why am I so horny and what can I do to make it stop?”

I made a promise to myself to go see the doctor about it the next day. Perhaps Nurse Moira was right. Perhaps I had a neurological issue going on.

This was turning me into someone I was not. And I didn’t like it one bit.