Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II
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Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II
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01-02-2023, 03:32 PM
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01-02-2023, 05:28 PM
06-02-2023, 11:12 AM
Chapter- 22
I looked at my younger sister, Tina, and cringed. Tina was having great fun teasing me, while I’d to endure playing the role of collegegirl. Tina pretended to be the elder sister and it was proving to be highly embarrassing for me. Embarrassing me wasn’t the only reason Tina enjoyed playing the game, having an adult of twenty-six bend to her wishes was exciting and fun. In the store I’d been behaving like a teen and was about to have a temper tantrum, Tina didn’t want trouble in the store; so, she grabbed me and quickly spanked me. It had worked, she had watched me withdraw more deeply into the collegegirl role and had promised to be a good girl. Seeing the sincerity in my eyes worried Tina, for a moment she wondered if the game should be halted, to give me a chance to recover from the role.
What Tina didn’t know was that, I’d been playing around with a boy from college that afternoon. He’d driver me to the edge of an orgasm and kept me there, then sent me home. I was still on edge, needing an orgasm. Instead of going to my room to deal with the frustration, Tina dragged me out to shop for clothes. When Tina dropped the bombshell upon me, that I’d to keep up the ruse for another week; I couldn’t find the strength to complain. All I could think about was my boyfriend, Paul. Not having to say I was breaking up with him, was a great relief; thinking of spending another week in college, several things went through my mind at once. Paul giving me another orgasm, seeing Paul in class and being held by Paul all week.
“Paul…” I murmured.
“What…” Tina asked.
“Oh…nothing…Di…” I automatically responded to my younger sister; it was vital not to let my elder sister know what I was thinking. I meant my younger sister, but it was difficult to keep the act out of my thoughts. Calling Tina my elder sister, had me thinking of Tina as my elder sister. If my elder sister found out I’d been seeing Paul, another spanking would be received. No way did I want that. In this store I’d been pubic ally spanked and it had been horrendous. From now on I was going to behave myself and be a good girl for Tina.
“Try this on…” Tina told me, making it sound like an order. I held up a pink dress, decorated with ribbons. Tina was really pushing it now, I was about to rebel, this was going too far. Being dragged around the store by my younger sister dressed like a dump girl, was the absolute limit. The sting in my bottom had me hesitating, the ridiculous pink dress or another spanking. It was a close call, something had to give and it was obvious I’d given in completely to my younger sister. Tina was now in charge of me and that was that.
“Hi…Tina…” Becky laughed. About to give in and try the dress on, I froze on hearing a girl from class. I’d the pale blue dress up around my hips ready to change.
“This is my boyfriend…Andrew…” Becky gleefully introduced the new boyfriend.
“Nice underwear…” Andrew laughed. I quickly pulled the hem down into place. He was another pupil from my class and knowing they would gossip about me on Monday, was an awful prospect. The embarrassment was excruciating.
“Do you want to come for a soda…” Becky asked.
“Errr…I can’t…” I said looking highly embarrassed. They were staring at the dress, decorated with fairies and butterflies around the hem.
“Of course, you can…get this dress on…and you can go with your friends…” Tina said, it was so funny seeing me dressed like a teenager and it was absurd that I was going off to play with a couple of college friends. Obviously, I didn’t want to hang out with a couple of teens, manipulating me into going with them heightened her sense of power. Tina was now the adult in our relationship and that felt so very good. Trying to bring the smile under control was difficult it kept springing back into place.
“Go…play with your friends…you don’t have to put this pink dress on…” Tina said.
“Alright…Di…you win…I’ll need some decent underwear with this dress…” I whispered to my younger sister. Tina pushed me toward the two smirking teenagers.
“Off you go then…I’ll select some clothes for you…and buy your new college uniform…I’ve got your size…” Tina smiled.
“Di…” I whined, needing something better than a thong to wear.
“What do you want now…Oh…sure…you’ll need your allowance…here…take this pocket money…you can buy the soda’s…” Tina laughed. I couldn’t ask for decent underwear in front of these two from my class, Tina slapped my ass, sending me on my way. It was highly embarrassing being dressed by my younger sister and given an allowance. Worse still was my classmates witnessing my embarrassment. All of this and more combined to keep me in the collegegirl role, I wondered when it was all going to end.
As we walked through the store, a breeze from an air-conditioning unit blew the hem up around my thighs; the A line dress flared out from under my bust and the material was filmy. Tina had only meant it as a tease, not for me to wear it with friends. As we walked into the mall, I’d to keep pulling it back into place. The flighty material just wouldn’t stay down. When it did, it was only around my upper thighs. When it blew up, it was under my breasts, showing everything off. Both Becky and Andrew laughed at me, at first.
“I know what it’s like…elders can be so bad…they won’t let us grow up…” Becky sympathised.
“Does she know about Paul?” Andrew asked.
“She does now…she caught us coming out of my bedroom…she was home early from office… we were sneaking out…” I explained.
“Oh…too bad…” Becky laughed.
“What were you two up to in your bedroom…” Andrew asked putting on a heavy parental voice.
“Like…I was sucking my boyfriend off…daddy…” I giggled and suddenly realised I’d gone too far.
“No way…” Becky dramatically exclaimed.
“Naughty girl…you deserve to be spanked…” Andrew mocked me, he went to slap my ass; but both me and Becky stopped him.
"Like…Di…already did that…” I giggled.
“My god…did she catch you at it…” Becky asked.
“No…Like…I would be dead from embarrassment…and my elder sister’s hands…she guessed…we were up to something…like I told her…I was being mean…you know…like… yea…mean…” I said.
“Yes…know what you’re saying…have to be mean to my mom occasionally…to keep her off my case…” Becky said.
“I don’t…they leave me to it…If I ask…they might advise me…dad sounds like a bank manager sometimes…” Andrew mused. I sat on a high stool at the counter, it wasn’t good idea but there wasn’t much room left in the popular diner. The short hem floated around my thighs, impossible to control. A roof fan didn’t help.
“I’d one of those dresses when I was younger…it was called a bubble dress…sorry…I know your elder sister chose it…just don’t worry about it…if anyone asks…I’ll say you’re Tina…my little sister…” Becky laughed.
“Thanks…you’re so kind…” I laughed along with her, three of us laughed for a moment then ordered alcohol free cocktails. I was about to ask for a Bloody Mary then brought myself together, to order a strawberry shake.
“Don’t worry…we won’t tell anyone in class…won’t we Andrew…hey…stop ogling her legs…you’re mine…” Becky said and pinched him.
“I’ll tell Paul…” I teased.
“Alright…I just can’t help it…every guy in here…is staring at her panties…” Andrew complained. I looked around and found it was true. As I, a shy mature woman, I couldn’t take it. As Tina, a mischievous teen exploring a new sexuality, teasing guys, exploring this power over them it was possible. Using the name Tina, gave me a new persona, so I could do anything without censure.
“Hey…the guy keeps bumping into me…that guy groped me when he went by…I nearly fell off the stool…” I complained.
“I saw…they’re such babies…not you…sweet thing…” Becky cooed at Andrew.
“Could you phone Paul…he’ll keep the wolves at bay…” I grimaced. I spent the rest of the time sucking on a straw, while watching the door. As soon as Paul entered, I waved at him. Some nerdy guy waved back at me and animatedly spoke to his friends. I sighed, guessing at what he was telling them, they looked across at me and I lifted the dress to show them my bare legs and little red thong. They looked as if they’d cum in their pants. Becky, Andrew and I laughed loudly. Paul turned up to join us but didn’t want a drink. We looked like a regular nineteen-year-old couple, no different from out classmates. I no longer acted like a teen; I was a teenager again.
“So…what are you three up to…” Paul asked.
“We’re laughing at the nerds over there…no…don’t look…” Becky warned. It was clear who she meant and Paul grimaced in their direction, flooring more than just the one. They looked away, finding the floor so very interesting.
“Come on…let’s go…this place is too crowded…” Paul told me. I okayed and nodded my head, a habit I hadn’t given up yet was used to say goodbye. I grabbed Becky’s shoulders and air kissed her cheeks. Doing the same to Andrew didn’t win me a favourable smile from Paul.
“Nice dress…you look cute…” Paul said, while we were getting into the car. Looking down at myself, I was reminded of the cute butterflies and fairies flying around the hem.
“Yea…something Di picked…” I explained. While I was off with my friends from college, Tina went ahead and bought me some clothes. Without me complaining she was free to buy whatever pleased her, after having to spank me as a reminder of who was in charge, she felt as though the point needed to be reinforced. I was no longer a woman; I was a girl and would have to wear girl’s clothes. Maybe she’d gone too far with some of the outfits, they were a little too young for the nineteen-year-old I was meant to be. They were certainly far too young for me; one or two outfits were too revealing for a woman to wear. It would be fun making me try on the clothes at home and seeing the look of embarrassment on my face. Selecting items for a college uniform was easy, as every item was set by the college. However, buying a college uniform for her elder sister was weird and somehow wonderful. If she hadn’t been there when the mistake happened, she wouldn’t have thought it possible that I could take her place in college. Once I pretended to be Tina in college, we were stuck with the deception or face the consequences; we both accepted it and got on with it.
Tina broke into a giggle when rummaging through a rack of skirts, looking for my size. I was smaller in height, and build, compared to a lot of the girls in my grade, so there was a good selection. My hips were fuller than her own, but they were more or less the same size; that had been proven when I put on her college uniform. With a devilish smile she chose a skirt and asked for it to be shortened. Selecting a blouse was more difficult as I’d bigger breasts than most nineteen-years-olds. Not huge, but certainly larger than hers, a bra was needed as well as a sport bra. Should she let her elder sister’s breasts bounce around the netball court, to entertain boys?
Hell! No! Tina had to keep me away from boys, I was a mature woman, able to make my own decisions when it came to a sexual partner. The problem was how could she let me her elder sister play around with a boy from college. It wasn’t right! Surrounded by randy young guys all day, while acting as a collegegirl, I was in a vulnerable position. Encouraging me to go out with a boy from college, seemed funny at first; Tina had pushed me out the door with the boy, telling me to behave myself like a good girl. Imagining me fending off the boys wandering hands all evening, seemed so very funny. There were dire consequences if I got too close to a boy and I was surrounded by them every day, all day. The guys would be chasing me remorselessly, for I gave off a woman’s sexual confidence and of course there were my big breasts to interest them. Tina just couldn’t leave me to decide who to start a relationship with, if necessary, she would ground me all week. Boys of nineteen couldn’t be trusted, they were eager to screw any female within sight.
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“Where are we going…” I asked.
“My place…my parents are out…” Paul said not asking if I wanted to or not. We arrived and he quickly led me to his room, no flirting or discussion was attempted. I wondered if I was turning into a slut. Surely, I should have made him work harder before getting onto his bed. Paul held me in his arms tightly, I forgot everything; being his girl was all that mattered.
“You don’t like that dress…so you might as well take it off…” Paul said, between kisses.
‘So…he’d noticed my feelings’ I though and dreamily spoke “I want to please you…Paul…”
“I too want you to please me…” Paul teased, I hit his shoulder wanting more of a commitment; he knew it but wanted to play.
“You’re just my sexy slut…isn’t that right…girl…” Paul taunted me. The look in his eyes gave the game away, before hitting him it dawned upon me what kind of game he wanted to play. As an experienced woman I’d come across sexual games before, as a teen it should have been a nasty boy-thing to be rejected.
“I’m just your plaything…a sexy slut…willing to do whatever you want…” I breathed close to his ear; a feeling of humiliation rocked through me. As a mature woman this was a fun game, with a husband; as a adult, declaring such a lewd thing to a mere boy was unseemly. More than that it was downright improper, vulgar, slutty and so very arousing.
“What will you do for me…slut…” Paul demanded, the more serve he was, the more aroused I became. There was no chance to understand why, I was just hot and sexed-up by it all.
“Anything…anything you want…I’ll suck you down my throat…I’ll ride your cock…” I breathlessly moaned.
“Open your legs…slut…” Paul demanded, I pulled at my panties, ripping them off my legs. I fell back on his bed and pushed my legs apart, as wide as I could. A need to be his young slut was dragged deep into my mind by an animal lust taking me over. I couldn’t be a teenager for him, but I could be a very experienced slut. Feeling him roughly enter my vagina was magnificent, this boy knew his way without encouragement. He always had me dripping wet, and ready to bone me. He pressed home, fucking me long and hard; right from the first plunge he went deep.
An agonising moan left my lips, not from pain but from a primal urge. “Fuck…Oh…yes… fuck me…Paul…fuck me hard…” I cried out. Very near to nirvana I beat my fists on his back and gripped his bottom hard with my heels. He couldn’t hold back any longer, already this was a record, though I would call his gross for saying so. A shudder, a slight expansion of his cock were signs of his orgasm. He was deep and tried shoving in further, he began to shoot my vagina with hot semen. A second, a third and more he spurted sticky hot cum into me.
“Oh…fuck…wonderful…Paul…yes…oh god…no…hold still…” I whimpered; Paul grinned a double happiness from seeing me orgasm so strongly. I was trying to break his back but it didn’t matter. I was shorter than him so he couldn’t kiss me when fucking, right then he wanted to engulf me in his arms and tell me I was his, and that he loved me. Instead, he’d to hold up his weight on both hands or suffocate me. He kissed the top of my head and got a mouthful of hair.
“Can I remove my penis from your vagina…Miss…” Paul asked.
“Wha? Oh…never…” I giggled. Paul pushed himself off me, only I clung on with heels and hands. I didn’t want to let go of his cock, but eventually it slithered free; he slid to my side and grabbed my naked body, as usual he sucked on my nipples and massaged my breasts. My hand went round the back of his head as he suckled on my nipples. It was a grand feeling, a nurturing feeling, washing through my entire body. He always spent time on them while they were sensitive after being teased, or after an orgasm. Even in the classroom he’d mauled them, at least they had settled down to being more sensible in class.
“No more…they’re sore…” I told him. Paul was a sensitive lover and liked to pay me attention. He learnt what I liked and gave me plenty of it, it was no wonder I was head-over-heels in love with him. Sometimes I felt I was a silly girl, with an infatuation for a college boy hunk; maybe I was, but it was wonderful to feel this way.
“It’s getting late…I’ve got to go…” I quietly spoke, not wanting to leave him.
07-02-2023, 08:45 PM
Chapter- 23
I got home later than I meant to, hoping Tina hadn’t seen Paul drop me off outside, I walked into the kitchen looking worried.
“Did you’ve a good time with your friends…” Tina asked.
“Like…yea…” I reluctantly uttered, I was useless at lying as it plainly showed on my face.
“How was Paul?” Tina probed.
“Alright…I guess…like…don’t know…yea…” I prevaricated. Knowing I’d given myself away, I tried to slide off to my room.
“Come here…what have you been up to?” Tina demanded.
“Nothing…I don’t have to tell you everything…I’m old enough to decide things for myself…” I asserted. Tina thought I sounded like a petulant kid, she heavily sighed wondering what to do with me. As long as she didn’t go off with that boy, I could do what I liked.
“Can I go now?” I asked. Tina was suspicious but obviously I wasn’t giving anything away, I was about to turn away and disappear to my room when Tina smelt something. She lifted the dress, for a particular odour to waft her way.
“Where’s your panties…what’s that on your thighs…” Tina asked me. I was taken by surprise and it showed as shock, my whole body slumped; Tina had found out. It wasn’t the thought of being punished that floored me, it was that my younger sister had discovered my dirty secret.
“This is the work of that boy…Paul…” Tina shouted.
“No…yes…well…I can if I want to…it’s my decision…I’m old enough to decide…” I tried to sound assertive but failed miserably. Tina pulled me over her knee, I struggled having decided not to take it anymore. My younger sister had banned me from seeing my boyfriend and she’d no right to do it.
“Look at you…you’re smelling of sex…you’re leaking his cum…like his skanky bitch…” Tina shouted at me.
“Owww…stop it…” I complained.
“Be still…or I’ll spank you twice as hard…” Tina warned.
“I’m too old to spank…Owww…” I said.
“This is for lying to me…” Tina forcefully spoke.
“Owww…no…you can’t…” I moaned, now quite still.
“I told you not to play around with boys…you’re a dirty slut of a girl…” Tina said.
“Owww…no…please stop…I’m sorry…Di…” I complained.
“You will be…you’ll do as you’re told from now on…you won’t see that boy…or any other boy from college…” Tina emphasised with a hard whack.
“Owww…I will…I’ll be a good girl…honest…please…I’ll do as I’m told…sorry Di…I’m really sorry…it won’t happen again…I’ll be a good girl…I promise…” I cried.
Tina looked at my red bottom and felt sorry for us both, having to spank me left her with an unpleasant feeling; but it had to be done, I’d come home with a boy’s cum seeping over my thighs. Why in hell had I left behind my panties?
“Off to bed…think carefully about what you just promised…” Tina said. I scrubbed between my legs, feeling very guilty. Having my younger sister spank, me was humiliating, only right then I was thinking of Tina as my elder sister. It was still humiliating to be put over her knee and spanked. I was too old for that kind of punishment, though I deserved it and would try hard to be a good girl for Tina.
“Damn…I’ll have to go to a doctor tomorrow…and get a contraceptive pill…” Tina said sounding determined, she too wondered if she should have spanked me. I needed keeping away from the boys in college even if I was a mature woman.
I breathed a sigh of relief once safely tucked up in bed, I’d been hot all evening since Paul left me needy. It had been so distracting, feeling so juicy and aroused while shopping with Tina; when Paul entered me, I almost had an orgasm then and there. The anticipation of having him, had been so very arousing, I pulled one of my pillows between my legs; wrapped my arms around it, and cuddled it to fall asleep. My dreams were mixed up, as dreams often are. Paul was making love to me, while my younger sister Tina was spanking me for it. Tina was spanking me in time with my huffing and puffing and Paul’s every thrust.
I tried to tell my younger sister Tina that I was a mature woman, could make my own decisions. Looking in a mirror, seeing myself dressed in a uniform; I’d to admit to being just an irresponsible collegegirl, unable to make any decisions at all. I was being told by Tina, teachers and the neighbours that I needed controlling, for my own good. Paul was behind me, distracting me by playing with my sex; his fingers were doing wonderful things to me, but I knew everyone was right, I shouldn’t be playing around with a boy from college.
Tina kept me busy all Saturday by cleaning the house from top to bottom. Bridges had been built, and we relaxed into an easy, co-operative routine. I did as I was told, and got on with chores. We weren’t laughing together as we sometimes had, but we were getting closer. It was Saturday evening and I was looking forward to going out with my boyfriend. I reluctantly phoned him, saying I was grounded. Being kept in by Tina was embarrassing, but I’d only just got away with a spanking, and not being grounded for the whole week. The household chores had been completed, to Tina’s satisfaction and so we sat with a coffee, talking about college and work. I told Tina about college and Tina talked about work, a brief interlude stretched out, as we chatted pleasantly.
“Go and get changed…girl…you haven’t tried on all the new clothes yet…” Tina said. Coming back to the lounge, I posed for my younger sister. It was hoped she would see how inappropriate it was. Too short, too light and swirly to wear outside; the cotton was cheap and too thin. The patter was for a girl year younger, though it did fit.
“You look so cute…that’s the dress you wore out with friends isn’t it…” Tina said.
“Yes…it showed off my panties all the time…the least breeze…or even a draft…and it flows around my hips…it’s so embarrassing…” I complained.
“It’s not that bad…you’re exaggerating…” Tina said. I wanted to go straight to my room and change into something better. Tina kept me in the lounge.
“Don’t bother…help me…put out some treats…there’s peanuts…pretzels…and other bits and pieces…” Tina directed. The first of the neighbours arrived and I was supposed to greet them. A grimace and a murmured greeting didn’t do the trick. They came in anyway.
“Such a lovely girl…how old is she…” Patricia asked. The woman was around the same age as me, which made it awkward.
“Guess…” Tina said. Patricia examined the dress, the makeup and hair style.
“The darling girl is fourteen…” Patricia guessed.
“Right…” Tina said and winked at me.
“Di…” I complained, no one would believe I was that young, the woman was having fun with me; it was the damn dress, it was far too young for me.
“Come here…such a lovely dress…I bet you love it…does she wear it all the time…” Brenda said.
“Yes…I’m always having to wash and dry it…it’s the ironing…I don’t like…” Tina commented.
“Me too…it’s such a bore…” Julie cut in.
“I don’t like ironing…” I said. The woman laughed.
“You won’t…dear…when you get married and have a family…” Sylvia laughed and the others joined in. I was caught off guard when Patricia lifted the hem, she was looking at the material but caught sight of my panties.
“Dirty little girl…” Patricia whispered and gave me a mean look.
“What’s she done…let me see…” Tina said. I was mortified, how could she let the neighbours see my panties. For once I wore a decent pair, rather than a thong. Tina grabbed an arm and lifted the dress.
“Why are you so wet…you’ve been seeing that boy again…you’re turning into a dirty slut…I told you…you’re grounded…and not to see that boy…” Tina shouted.
“What have they been up to…” Patricia asked, eager to hear the dirt.
“I came home…found them in the bedroom…at it…” Tina angrily spoke. I was rigid with fear, unable to think straight with dread streaking through my mind, I just stood there. Tina sat down and pulled me over her lap.
“You’ll behave…do as you’re told…” Tina emphasised with a slap.
“Owww…please Di…I’ll be good…honest…” I spluttered.
“Owww…please…don’t spank me…” I yelped. I felt every slap of my bare ass as a nail, pining me down in the collegegirl role. How could I possibly explain to neighbours that I was a mature woman after this. In front of them I was being spanked by my younger sister and that was grinding me into a submissive position in my own home. This was a reminder that I was no longer the adult. I was now a teenager, being told what to do, being controlled from morning to bedtime. If it wasn’t Tina, it was teachers, and in between times it was my boyfriend; everyone was telling me what to do, and getting me to bend to their will.
“She deserves to be spanked…Reema…she needs to be kept in check…or she’ll be pregnant before you know it…her whole life will be ruined…” Patricia said.
“I don’t usually believe in corporal punishment…but…you’ve got to set her straight…she can’t sleep with boys at her age…they just take advantage…then don’t want you afterwards…” Julia heavily said.
“Exactly…girl…listen to your elder sister…don’t go with boys until you’re ready…” Brenda heavily warned. Feeling small and frail I stood before my younger sister, surrounded by my neighbours. Having only moved in to the house a few weeks ago, I didn’t know them, expect to nod and say hi. Now they had met me and were being entertained in my house. Only, now they knew me as Tina the collegegirl. This would be impossible to get around, or explain away. Being treated by my peers like a stupid girl, was shameful and left me feeling small and worthless. Their patronising treatment was annoying, yet what could I say to adults? Especially now I’d been shown up by my younger sister to be a slut. It was awful being spanked by my younger sister, like a naughty girl, in front of neighbours it was more demeaning than when being spanked in that store.
I fetched a drink for someone, and scurried about trying to keep them happy. Or rather, it was Tina I needed to play up to. The thought of being spanked again kept me firmly in place as a humble teenager, in my own house. Gliding back to the lounge, I overheard Sylvia talking about a babysitter.
“What about your girl?” Sylvia asked.
“Yea…sure…that’s okay…” I agreed, wanting to get away from there.
“Sure…why not…” Tina smiled at me. Tina figured it would be amusing to hear what happened to me at Sylvia’s house. At least I wouldn’t be off that Paul. She sent me with Sylvia and the others went off to change. The new friends arranged to meet up in town at a club.
I followed Sylvia down the street to her home, I wasn’t looking forward to the prospect of baby sitting for a neighbour, but at least it got me away from Tina. We could both do with a bit of a rest. It seemed all Tina wanted to do was embarrass me, and exercise the new found authority. It was liberating not to have to worry over the budget, or make decisions, at the same time, it was annoying being told what to do all the time.
“Look after them…while I’m gone…Rita…we girls will be late…so Tina will stay the night…” Sylvia told the babysitter.
“Oh…you’ve a babysitter…you don’t need me then…” I began and was interrupted.
“You’re the one being babysat…Reema told me you can’t be trusted…and need watching… that boy you like so much…can’t be trusted either…maybe if you were on the pill…though I still wouldn’t let you go out with him…if you were my daughter…” Sylvia heavily spoke. I looked at the girl supposedly looking after me, she was younger, though bigger boned, muscular and taller. The girl looked a tough teenager.
“I shall look after your elder sister…make sure she has a good time tonight…its hard work bringing up an adolescent…especially a girl…” Sylvia pointedly said. A chance to be home alone without Tina interfering, couldn’t be missed.
“I don’t need babysitting…I’ll go back…and do my homework…” I eagerly promised. Sylvia and Rita looked at each other.
“Sure…of course you’ll…with that boyfriend of yours…a lot of homework…” Rita laughed.
“Don’t forget…I believe in spare the rod…spoil the child…if anyone…including our visitors here…misbehaves…spank them…” Sylvia heavily spoke.
“But…err…Mrs Harvey…” I began to protest.
“It includes you too…while you’re in my home…my husband believes in hard discipline…and it applied to you…got that young lady…” Sylvia warned, with a finger stabbing my chest.
“Yes…Ma’am…” I quickly answered. Sylvia patted my bottom under the floating dress.
“A spanked bottom puts them right…it reminds them of their place…” Sylvia heavily spoke.
“Yes…I know the house rile…” Rita said, while nodding her head. Rita looked at me with a frown of curiosity. I was dressed too young for the age of nineteen, and at twenty-six the dress silly. I realised the girl had found me out and she wondered why it hadn’t happened before. Rita shrugged her shoulder and went into the kitchen. I sat in the lounge wondering how to get out of this unwelcome situation. Sylvia had quickly changed and was ready to go. As soon as she did. I would make a break for it.
“Have a nice time…I’ll keep them under control…no wild parties…” Rita laughed.
“I know…I can trust you…go hard on them…straight away if they play up…” Sylvia told Rita. The door slammed shut on me, and I whimpered a small soft sound. Would this be worse than being home? Tina was going out clubbing with the neighbours while I was being babysat. They thought I was nineteen, yet still needed watching as though I were a bitch on heat. Rita was around twenty-two and had guessed I was older than nineteen. Why hadn’t she said anything? Maybe a double payment from Sylvia and Tina, couldn’t be missed.
“I don’t really need to be babysat…not at my age…” I nervously laughed.
“Whatever…Sylvia said to babysit you…so that’s what I’ll do…you heard what she said…if you don’t do as you’re told…I’ll spank you…don’t think…I won’t girl…” Rita said and grabbed me by the arm. Rita gently shook me, with a clear message that she could do worse, the grip hurt, so I’d no doubts she was capable of inflicting pain.
“Would you like a drink?” Rita asked.
“Sure…that would be good…” I sighed, for just a moment I thought the offer was for a stiff pick-me-up. A vodka and lime would have been good, accepting the wet glass from Rita was a mistake. The mixed fruit drink was red, and looked fatal to cheesecloth. Inevitably the glass slipped from my hand, spilling juice over my dress.
“God…damn…quick…don’t just stand there…get it off…and in the sink…” Rita chided me, she lifted the hem in one heft, and had it over my head with both arms entangled. A slight hesitation by me, then I gave in to the inevitable.
“Look at the mess you made…stupid girl…get the underwear off…I’ll soak it…otherwise you’ll have nothing to go home in…” Rita said. Reluctantly I slowly peeled off my panties and then the bra, I dropped them into the sink. Some washing up liquid and a pounding helped.
“These panties are dirty…by the look of them…you’re a bitch in heat…” Rita smirked.
“I don’t feel like it now…” I tried to joke.
“Is that why you were sent over here…for me to watch…I mean…” Rita commented.
“I guess so…Di doesn’t lime me going out with Paul…my boyfriend…” I said.
“Have you done it with him…I see…how old is he…I guess she knows best…” Rita said.
“Hey…how can you say that…like I’m nineteen…yea…I can make my own decisions…who I see and go out with…” I complained.
“You’ve to act your age before being trusted…you can’t dive into a relationship…and hope for the best…I know what guys are like at that age…Tina…be careful…or you’ll get hurt…” Rita said.
“I guess so…but he said he loves me…and I love him…what can I do…” I said not expecting an answer.
“Just be careful…don’t fall into bed…whenever he clicks his fingers…” Rita told me, knowing the look in my eyes.
“I don’t jump into bed…whenever he likes…I’m not a slut…” I firmly told her.
“Who you trying to convince…me or you…” Rita asked, she looked me over, wondering if there was something wrong with me. Why would I need watching, why was I going out with a guy much younger than me; I was a horny bitch, so maybe that was all there was to it. I was bent over holding onto my naughty bits, trying to hide them.
“I’ll get you something to wear…you’re staying the night…as the women will be out late… very late…if I know them…” Rita informed me. Standing naked in stranger’s home, left me feeling terribly exposed. Feeling vulnerable brought on a terrible thought, of being put over the girl’s knee and spanked. This was the down side to being thought of as a collegegirl, my life wasn’t mine anymore, there had been an exhilarating sense of freedom at first, then everything closed in on me. Parental controls weren’t just being exercised by Tina. At that moment the twins made their appearance, for a moment neither me or Rita realised they were there. A cheeky laugh had us turning around to find the two boys spying on us.
“What are you two doing here…do you want extra chores…I can soon find you something to do…something tedious and boring…go on…get out…you shouldn’t be here ogling Tina…” Rita shouted. It would take more than a shouting at for the boys to be put off, they shared comments about my naked body. I felt completely humiliated, Rita grabbed a towel from a pile of clothes just dried and wrapped me.
“There…now…end of the show…” Rita declared. Barry and Joey walked off laughing about my lack of pubes, and my large breasts. My breasts weren’t huge but larger than any of the girls at college. The twins were nineteen, though they behaved younger when together. Always being together meant it was difficult to get a girlfriend, so they were a little immature around girls. I was embarrassed having a couple of boys laughing at my nakedness, their remarks were complimentary, so it wasn’t all bad.
“For heaven’s sake…get me some clothes…I can’t go around in a towel…” I complained.
“Shut your mouth…or I’ll shut it for you…don’t pretend to me…you don’t like flashing your body…” Rita slapped my bottom and said. I wondered what she meant, the dress wasn’t suitable for a woman my age, but I was supposed to be a girl. Following Rita to a bedroom for clothes I could hear the boys laughing together and my name was mentioned.
“There’s nothing here of Sylvia’s that will fit you…I’ll go home…get something from my sister…” Rita said.
“You can’t leave me there…well…be quick…” I crossly said.
“I’m supposed to be looking after you…so don’t tell me what to do…” Rita replied, grabbing me, she bunched up the back of the towel and slapped my ass.
“Owww…stop that right now…you can’t…Owww…” I cried out.
“Leave her alone…Rita…” Barry said.
“Yea…she hasn’t done anything…” Joey added.
“Do you want to slap…” Rita meanly asked them, they stood their ground, trying to look as mean as Rita.
“You just don’t like being told what to do…don’t take it out on her…” Barry said.
“Fuck you…think you know it all…I’m going home to get her some clothes…stay here…don’t cause trouble…or I’ll hot all of you…” Rita said and let me go. As soon as the front door closed, the boy’s turned on me.
“We want a kiss as a reward…” Joey said.
“Thanks…she hurts when she slaps…” I said, while still fidgeting with the towel.
“You calling Rita a slapper…” Barry asked, with a big grin. I felt self-conscious from the way they were staring at me, they both moved closer hoping for a kiss.
“Hey…like no way…guys…yes…no…” I yelped as they grabbed me. They tumbled in a heap on the large bed, wrestling around. I was trying my best to fend them off while they playfully pushed me around. The towel unwrapped from around me and I hit out at them, they grabbed my wrists and held them down. There was little I could do against two pairs of hand. Breathing heavily, they took a rest, only for a moment, the boys began to tickle me then the towel completely unwound from me and slid to the floor.
“Stop it…please…cover me up…” I cried out, the boys stopped teasing me, though still pinning my arms down.
“Please…cover me up…” I said, my legs were entwined around each other like vines, it was all I could do in way of protection. It hadn’t occurred to me that they would go too far, as surely, they would have by now. They seemed they were just going to play around and hoped it would stay that way. Nevertheless, it was embarrassing being on a bed naked, with two boys.
“Give us our reward for saving you from the evil witch…” Barry asserted.
“Yea…you should give us a kiss…” Joey smiled at me.
“Will you let me go then…” I said, wondering if I was doing the right thing.
“We’ll see…kiss first…” Barry said. I closed my eyes and puckered up, in an exaggeration of a kiss. Barry was first, his soft kiss was pleasant, more so than I thought it would be. Opening my mouth slightly, I felt his tongue gently explore my mouth. It wasn’t an invasion, or an intrusion it was a gentle sensitive touch. I heard myself murmur appreciation, for some reason I felt safe with the two of them. They seemed nice and they had protected me from a beating. Calling Rita an evil witch wasn’t fair, though maybe they’d experienced a thrashing from her.
“Mmmm…that was nice…Barry…” I smiled at him. My comment fell out before I realised, it wasn’t a wise thing to say, but he gave an embarrassed smile in return and that reassured me.
“My turn…” Joey said. He kissed nicely too, it was so very relaxing, I was sinking into the bed. I felt like a fairy princess being awoken by a prince, expect there were two of them and I wasn’t waking up. Instead I was drifting away into a pleasant fantasy world. How long had they been kissing me? When did I start kissing him back? Which brother was kissing me? One stopped to catch his breath then the other took over. My whole body was tingling! Oh! Hell! One of them was kissing my breasts while the other kissed my lips, they still held my wrists down leaving me feeling helpless. Pushing my head up, I tried to get free of his lips, opening my eyes; I also tried to tell him to stop. At last he stopped kissing me and I was it was Joey; his brother Barry was enthusiastically kissing my breasts.
“Stop it…Barry…I think that’s reward enough…” I said, getting my breath back. I wondered what they would think, if they realised who they were playing around with. I was a mature woman, an adult, not a girl their age. They shouldn’t be kissing me like this and I shouldn’t have allowed it. Did they think I’d encouraged them by not struggling enough, and letting them kiss me?
“Oh…no…stop that…stop it right now…you’re a naughty boy…take your fingers away…” I cried out. When I’d parted my legs, I’d no idea; one of them had been fluttering his fingers down there as light as butterfly. Now fully aware of what was happening, I needed it to stop. Hearing myself groan wasn’t a good sign, one of them was still kissing my breasts, making them highly sensitive and responsive, the other was exploring my sex more fully. They must have been doing something down there when they’d me mesmerised, it would have been ever so gentle so as not to startle me. There was no pretence now, he was working me hard. Oh! Shit! Not now, not here, not with these boys! I was close to an orgasm and couldn’t or didn’t want to stop.
“Oh…yes…Mmmmm….” I hissed. I arched my back and my legs stiffened, trapped under their bodies, my hands twisted then formed fists.
“Ugghhhh….” I spilled out a long gargling sound. Just as quick I slumped onto the bed, replete, unable to move. I let them loose upon my body, unable to draw my legs together, they were free to explore. Their fingers and lips toured every contour, seeking out every crevice and bump. Licking, kissing, caressing, stroking, pinching, they had free reign over my body.
“Ohhh…yes…please…let me go…I can’t take anymore…” I whimpered.
“Do you like it…” Barry asked.
“Oh…yes…it’s wonderful…” I exhaled, then gasped on feeling fingers exploring deeply.
“You like this…don’t you…” Barry said while rubbing my clit, another hand teased my anus, while fingers were in my vagina. Lips sucked on both nipples, and a hand gripped one of my breasts. My arms were still under their bodies, held down, unable to defend myself. Not that I could do anything anyway.
“Yes…oh…yes…” I said while shaking my head from side to side. I was unaware of who was doing what to me. Thoughts were no longer forming in my mind, sensations and feelings were all that my mind could cope with and rational thought had left for someplace else. Another orgasm slowly approached and was welcomed with all my heart. The last one was like a dam bursting, overawing me. This was like a seeping of warm liquid overtaking my entire body and mind. I was drowning in beautiful sensations.
“Oh! God…what have you done to me…” I muttered.
“I’m there…I’ve cum…” I announced. I lay on the bed outstretched, no longer trapped, except by my own weakness, unable to move. Their hands continued to massage my naked body, eliciting little whimpers of approval.
“You alright now…” Joey asked, they lay back next to me, smiling. It occurred to me that they hadn’t been satisfied, and might be planning on using me for themselves next. After receiving such pleasure how could I deny them, how could I possibly take the two of them? What about Paul?
The front door slammed shit, which seemed to be the normal way Rita treated doors, three of us jumped up, and Joey threw the towel at me, as the two brothers left for their own room. Rita made noises in the kitchen then called me.
“I’m making a coffee…” Rita shouted. Tucking a corner of the towel tight under my arm, I padded on bare feet to join her.
"That’s all I could get that might fit you…Sis wouldn’t part with anything…she’s too anal… I’d a fight with her…then had to clear up…otherwise…I would have been back sooner…” Rita said. It didn’t sound like an apology, though maybe as close to it as she could manage.
“You all right…they haven’t been bothering you…I’ll sort them out if they have…” Rita threatened.
“No…they’re alright…they left me alone…” I lied, Rita looked me over, seeing me flustered and knew something had happened. She shrugged, not caring what it was, just so long as nothing was said.
“Do you want the clothes or not…” Rita asked.
“Yea…like…thanks…” I murmured.
“I didn’t wear any of that…I was always rough to wear girly stuff…” Rita laughed. I quickly pulled on the panties then the dress. It was another short-flared dress, why was I destined to show off my panties. This time they were sensible hipsters, only they were white with pink flowers. If I dare look in a mirror, I would see a nice young girl in a party frock. Rita laughed and pulled me by the arm to stand before a mirror in the lounge.
“Cute…I don’t do cute…nice though…you look really nice…girl…no wonder the boys are sniffing around you…” Rita laughed. I was red with embarrassment, which at least replaced the flush of an afterglow. The dress was more for a girl of sixteen or younger, rather than the nineteen-year-old I was supposed to be. The shoulder riffles were way out of fashion, Rita must have been given this some years ago.
“Sit there…drink your coffee…” Rita said as usual making it sound like an order.
“So…what have you been up to…don’t look so evasive…I mean at home and at college…got a boyfriend…” Rita asked.
“Yes…Paul…like…he’s in my class…yea…” I said.
“He’s the one your elder sister is keeping you away from…does he treat you okay…” Rita asked. I was feeling very guilty now, it was bad enough before, but not the afterglow had worn off I was feeling flat and upset with myself. It had been wrong to let those boys play with me, on so many levels. I’d really been acting like a silly girl, a real slut. Was that why Tina my younger sister was going so hard on me?
“He does…like…real…kind and nice…” I said, we talked about nothing in particular until Rita decided she’d better things to do.
“You can go upstairs…play with the kids…keep quite…while I study…” Rita said. I walked in on the twins, feeling nervous. It was important to keep them quiet, and not reveal to Tina, or Paul, what happened. Of course, they weren’t as old as me, at twenty-six, but then everyone thought I was nineteen. A feeling of owing them a sexual favour made me shudder.
“Hi…come in…” one of them said and closed the door behind me. I wondered which one of them was sitting on his bed. Looking at his fingers, I wondered if it was him playing with me until I cum. He certainly had the touch, maybe they’d taken it in turns to excite me. In any case, they’d been working my body over at the same time. A little thrill ran down my back, ending between my legs, these panties weren’t wet yet, but were starting to dampen. I told myself to stop it and get them to keep quite over what happened. If Tina my younger sister found out I would be spanked, put to bed and grounded for the entire week, or longer.
“I wouldn’t make any noise…if I were you…she gets really upset when disturbed…she’s likely to spank you…use a wooden spoon on your ass…” Joey said. I felt self-conscious in front of these adolescent boys. I stood before them tongue ties, not knowing what to say. What could I say after they’d been intimate with me? The dress was too short, there were two beds in the room and the boys were looking at me so intently. The look was turning into lust, I looked at the door and wondered if it was worth facing a spanking to escape these two. Shit! I was a mature adult, not a kid. Rita couldn’t spank me; these boys couldn’t make me to do something I didn’t want to. Rita had already spanked me and the boys had done everything except fuck me.
Who was I fooling if I thought I’d a shred of adult authority left, I was just a silly little slut; letting the boys take advantage, not in high college or in college had I much experience. Being a late bloomer meant I’d watched friends from afar form relationships. Re-running adolescence was just so unexpected, I was unprepared for it all.
“She’s really strong…will have you over her knee…before you can spit…” Barry warned me. He hadn’t read my mind; he’d noticed how longingly I was looking at the door.
*****End of Chapter-23*****
13-02-2023, 01:49 PM
Chapter- 24
Sunday was quiet for both me and Tina, I didn’t want to admit to Tina my younger sister that I’d slept with a neighbour’s twins. Tina didn’t want to admit she’d a good time on a night out with friends. I was thinking about the twins, and why I’d got into bed with them, they’d tickled and teased me. With hands all over my body they’d worked me up and aroused me to boiling point. The three of us had fallen on the bed panting and excited. One kissed my lips and gently massaged my breasts, the other twin moved between my thighs, kissing and licking and tickling them. They held my legs open not that there was much fight in me, as soon as I felt a cock touch my thighs, I spread my legs like a wonton hussy.
Barry rode me until I cum, then spurted into me; I hardly noticed Joey take his place. Still high as a kite, I felt a hardness enter me as though it were a repeat performance. Of course, the brothers had swapped over and I’d been ridded by both of them.
Damn! It was so good! The third orgasm went on and on forever.
Tina stopped working on a campaign, with a dreamy look on her face, a slow dance with a handsome guy came to mind, as she cleared her throat to cover a sigh. Charley was nice, very nice; all her friends said so. Of course, the guy thought she was older and treated her like one of the adults. Dancing close gave him an excuse to kiss her neck. Not knowing what to do, she let him. So, he took advantage, she ended up kissing him back, fervently, almost feverishly. Unused to drinking wine, she was well away, already feeling passionate, he aroused her. He kissed well, too well. Not like a boyfriend in college had, he was a sophisticated man and knew how to treat a lady. Not pushy or touchy feeling, yet letting her know he liked what he saw. He told her that, she was the most attractive woman in the club. She didn’t mean to tease him or flirt, it just happened that way.
Not realising what going outside for air meant, it was too late to run back in, Not that she could in such high heels. Damn! He was a good kisser and she felt so good in his arms. He hadn’t grabbed at her body like the last boyfriend she had, he made her feel good, important and safe. Warning bells rang out when he offered a ride home, the girls told her to stick with them and she did. Of course, there was a regret, even a yearning to go with him, even if it ended up being his place instead. Tina again found it difficult being a responsible adult.
We both had a quite afternoon, preparing for work and college. It was unusual for a twenty-six- year old elder sister to be getting ready for college, nineteen-year-old younger sister preparing for a significant job at the office. The two of us had settled into our new roles, having worked out what needed to be done and getting on with it. Monday morning quickly came around to quickly, I hadn’t tried on my new uniform as Tina had asked me to.
“Di…look at my new uniform…” I moaned at Tina.
“Okay…what’s wrong…oops…yes…I see…” Tina sighed, pulling at the collar of the blouse, she checked the size.
“I told you to try it on…the blouse should be alright…have you checked the bra…maybe they are just a smaller size in that store…I can see the bra is too small…obviously the blouse is…take then off…I’ll change them tonight…” Tina told me. I didn’t like wearing the other uniform, it had been Tina’s college uniform and it was too small. Wearing my younger sister Tina’s uniform meant trouble in college.
“Move on…or you’ll miss the bus…” Tina said.
“I’m ready…” I shouted. Me and Tina stood by the front door inspecting each other.
“Be a good girl in college today…I don’t want you getting into trouble…did the teacher really stand you against the wall…for being a naughty girl…” Tina gave me a hug and said.
“Yes…thank you for reminding me…” I half-heartedly complained.
“I wish I’d been there to see it…were you wearing that skirt…everyone would have seen your panties…” Tina giggled.
“It was the first day…I was wearing a thong…” I complained.
“God…how embarrassing…what are you wearing now…naughty girl…” Tina laughed and lifted my short skirt.
“Di…don’t…put it down…the door is open…everyone can see…I’m wearing sensible college panties…it was only that first day…when I was unprepared…now I wear decent college clothes …if my Di can be bothered to buy them…” I laughed.
“So…I’m a bad elder sister…am I…” Tina teased.
“No…you’re doing alright as a elder sister…pretty good…” I congratulated my younger sister.
“You’re turning out to be a great younger sister…someone to be proud of…” Tina said and grabbed me for a hug. The front door was open, which bothered me, if my friends saw her hugging and kissing me, it would be embarrassing. About to leave, I turned to Tina looking wistful, Tina was wearing my gold earrings, and my makeup as well as my skirt suit. She looked sophisticated as a young twenty something should, ready for a day at the office. She was only nineteen, but she was making a good job of taking my place. On the other hand, I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup, or jewellery to college. I felt tied by rules and regulations at college, compounded by teenage rules of behaviour, as well as fashion statements. At first, I felt free of the shackles of adulthood, all that had been replaced by conformity to the strict teenage rules.
“You look miserable…” Paul said.
“Thanks…that’s because I’m…” I announced, Paul knew me well enough and kept quiet. It wouldn’t last long, by the time we got to college I would be happy again and that made him happy too. It was Monday of the second week for me, and I settled into the college routine, I sank deeper into the collegegirl role and felt happier about it. After all, I was doing well with lessons, I liked the teacher, the other girls liked me and I’d a wonderful, caring boyfriend, Paul who was looking at me with a smile on his face. Quickly looking away, I wondered what I would tell him when we got together. Over the weekend I’d betrayed him with the twins, it had been a mad moment, without thought just a submission to desire.
I gave him a smile and mouthed back that I loved him. Damn! The sentiment seemed so hollow now. What had I done?
*****
Tina was working away in an office, concentrating on creating an image for a client, later the artists would meet to combine ideas. These independent moments were the most enjoyable. Having time to draw, and having so much space and materials available was wonderful luxury. It would be difficult to give up when we swapped places again.
“Oh!” Tina jumped.
“Sorry…Reema…didn’t mean to startle you…” Charley said.
“It’s you…where did you spring from…” Tina asked.
“I work upstairs…in the buying department…I thought it was you…but wasn’t sure…you were well away into our work…it was nice just watching you…” Charley said and smiled. They spent a moment talking about their jobs then went for a cup of coffee.
“Good choice…the tea is awful…” Charley said.
“I only trust my tea making…” Tina told him.
“Well…this is nice…meeting you like this…” Charley smiled.
“Yes…I enjoyed our dance…” Tina flushed from embarrassment.
“We could go out again sometime…next Saturday…” Charley asked.
“Sure…that would be nice…” Tina spoke.
“Good…that’s a date then…I’d better get back…we’ll swap numbers later…” Charley said.
“Yea…alright…” Tina said, feeling a little taken aback by his breezy attitude. He hadn’t assumed she would go out with him, or been self-absorbed. He was nice but he was in his early twenties and not much older than her. Looking around the office Tina wondered who could fill her in about him. Was he safe or a risk-taker? What would Reema say if an older man turned up at house, to take her out. No! She must think of her as Tina, her younger sister or she would slip up. It was also a convenience, as the elder sister, she could decide who she went out with. Reema could hardly tell her who to avoid and who to dare. Tina smiled to herself, this was all turning out so brilliantly.
***
I was trusted now, even though I was in the rehabilitation class, Miss Derby let me go to lunch whereas we usually sat eating at our desks. So, now I could meet up with Carol and sit in the sun amiably chatting. Carol had completed her two weeks and re-joined her normal class. My blouse was straining to hold onto my breasts, when a button came loose. I’d better quickly fasten it, as the bra hardly held them in. Before college I tried on one of my usual bra’s and confirmed my breasts were bigger, they’d filled out a size or two, though why on earth that was, I’d no idea. Putting my bag down to use both hands to secure it, the button dropped off.
“What are you doing…girl…” A teacher demanded.
“Sorry Sir…” I exclaimed and grabbed the gapping blouse. All the teacher saw, was me standing in front of the boys, showing off my breasts. The blouse had given up the onerous task of hiding my chest, it hadn’t been doing much of a job before, being short with a thin waist, my breasts looked exaggerated in size.
“Why are you showing yourself off to these boys…” the teacher asked.
“I’m not sir…a button popped off…I need a pin…” I explained.
“I though your mother was buying you a new uniform…” teacher stated.
“She did…she got the wrong size…sir…” I said.
“Well…alright…go see the nurse…she’ll have something to help…” teacher said, while trying not to stare at my plump breasts.
“You boys stop sniggering…get to lunch…” teacher heavily said and they got the point. I was pleased not to have received some kind of punishment, No longer an adult, I’d lost the automatic respect due to me. A teacher could punish me, treat me like a kid and embarrass me in front of other students, this one seemed more embarrassed over seeing my deep cleavage than I was. Gripping the blouse in one hand and my collegebag in the other, I made my way to the first aid room. The nurse was bound to be elsewhere, probably watching the football training, just in case there was an injury. Her favourite occupation was massaging the guys thighs, everyone knew how much she loved football.
Making my way through a crowd of fellow students, I ignored the guys rude remarks, inadvertently letting go of the blouse, a hand came out of the crowd to maul a breast. The boy held me there by gripping it tight.
“I wouldn’t if I was you…” I dared.
“She belongs to Paul…” a guy warned his friend.
“Yea…right…I belong to Paul…” I confirmed. The hand left my breast and I casually walked away, no longer receiving the respect of a mature woman, I resorted to the protection of a boyfriend. For this I’d to be his girl, so that is how I thought of myself and the way I behave. Having lost the status of an adult, I was open to abuse by teenagers and had to earn their respect. I walked into the first aid room not bothering to knock.
“Oh…sorry…” I murmured, Brian was there with a naked girl, she was on hands and knees, with her head turned away. It didn’t take much to figure out what she’d been doing. I’d a flash of memory, when I’d been sucking on Paul’s cock.
“Don’t worry…I know how to keep my mouth shut…I just need a safety pin…or a needle and thread…there’s a spare button here somewhere…” I smiled at Brian and said while rummaging around in the blouse. With his girlfriend there, it didn’t worry me that I was showing of my bra, and a deep cleavage. Brian didn’t show the slightest interest in me, I wondered what he would think if he realised, I was a mature woman and not just a collegegirl.
“Found it…there’ll be a needle and thread somewhere…” I said. It was amusing seeing the girl trying so hard not to be recognised. Brian’s face was a picture of guilt.
“Don’t worry…Brian…your secret is safe with me…” I smiled and touched his hand. There was a lot of sympathy for them, from having done the same thing with Paul. It was my own stupidity that got me punished for blowing him. Why was it called blowing when I sucked?
“Yea…thanks…Tina…I know…I can rely on you…how’s Paul…” Brian said, his body slumped as he physically relaxed, revealing he’d been anxious.
“He’s alright…we saw each other Friday…his parents were out…” I said, sharing a knowing smile.
“I’m glad…you two are together…he’s a nice guy…” Brian commented.
“Who’s the girl…” I cheekily asked, expecting to be introduced.
“You mean…my pet…” Brian laughed. The girl groaned and moaned something, I just realised, the girl had a collar around her neck and Brian held a leash. I was fascinated, the girl hadn’t moved from off the floor, or looked up.
“I can’t help it…I need to tell someone…don’t say a word about this…promise…” Brian spoke seriously.
“Sure…I promise…won’t tell a soul…” I sincerely spoke.
“Look at me…pet…do as you’re told…” Slapping the girls bottom with the leash, Brian said. He slapped her bottom with his hand this time, she looked up at Brian with a face full of fright and self-pity.
“Oh…my god…Miss Derby…” I spluttered, our teacher was on her hands and knees, held close to Brian by a leash. There was a fob of cum on her chin.
“She’s my pet-girl…aren’t you pet…” Brian demanded with a tug on the leash.
“Yes…master…” Miss Derby whimpered with shame; it was obvious she was in distress from me discovering their sordid secret. On the other hand, Brian was pleased to share that he’d conquered their teacher.
“Sit up and beg…pet…” Brian ordered, he flicked the leash against her bare bottom again, stirring her into action. Reluctantly she sat up on her haunches with her hands folded down, like a pup begging.
“Stroke her…she likes that…” Brian said, while stroking Miss Derby tummy. I did as I was told, being obedient seemed catching, I stroked Miss Derby hair while Brian petted her more intimately. Watching his big hands playing with Miss Derby’s breasts and pinching her nipples was fascinating. The look of fright on Miss Derby’s face was making me uncomfortable.
“It’s alright…err…pet…no one will find out your secret…I promise…” I sincerely promised. Of course, it wasn’t just that she was having sex with a student, it was being a pet-girl that was so humiliating. Being this nineteen-year-old boy’s pet-girl was degrading. As a teacher, she should have been in charge of both of us, but the authority of her position had vanished, never to return. Miss Derby murmured me thanks, I reassuringly smiled at her, while continuing to stroke Miss Derby’s long hair.
“She likes her tummy rubbed…” Brian hinted.
“You’ve a nice obedient pet…Brian…” I couldn’t help saying. Wanting to laugh from shock and the unusual situation, I only just held back. Telling him he’d a nice pet, sounded sarcastic to me, but they both seemed to take it well. I continued to stroke Miss Derby’s tummy and she started to relax.
“My pet is well trained…does as she is told…if not…she gets a spanking…or a whipping…if the errant behaviour continues…isn’t that right…pet…” Brian asked for confirmation, Miss Derby nodded her head, obviously too emotional to speak.
“Answer me…” Brian heavily demanded.
“Sorry…your pet-girl tries hard to be obedient…master…” Miss Derby answered.
“What’s her name…” I asked.
“Err…haven’t been able to decide yet…” Brian prevaricated.
“She’s a cute pet-girl…aren’t you pet…” I said with a condescending voice. Realising this was a teacher I was talking to, not a cute puppy, I bit my lip.
“I’m a cute pet-girl…” Miss Derby responded, after a sharp pull on her leash, I couldn’t help it. My hand was drawn to a breast as though it were magnetised, I cupped it, then squeezed it. A gentle massage found Miss Derby closing her eyes and humming. Brian had a hand between her legs, so maybe that was what enthralled Miss Derby so much, doing something so decedent to a teacher was exhilarating. I hoped that by joining in, showed I would keep their secret. Just knowing it gave me a buzz. I pinched an engorged nipple and cupped Miss Derby’s face in the other hand. Miss Derby’s eyes flickered open, from feeling the pain, I stared into her eyes and smiled.
“It’s alright…don’t worry…your secret is safe with me…” I whispered. I smiled at Brian, sharing an understanding, I rummaged through a set of draws, found a needle and thread and quickly sewed on the button. I again reassured the two of them and quietly left. I didn’t know whether to feel sorry for Miss Derby or simply laugh at her. So, this is what had happened in class last week, when Brian was teasing her. Thinking about how Miss Derby reacted, I realised he must have discovered Miss Derby’s dark secret. A collegeboy would enjoy enormously playing around with a teacher, having her pander to his sexual whims must be heaven for him. No wonder he was bursting to tell someone.
In class, Miss Derby sat at her desk with her head in a text book, of course, she was suspicious and frightened. I felt sorry for her, but decided to forget all about it as my own position was also fragile. An adult pretending to be a student in class and with a nineteen-year-old boyfriend it would be investigated at the very least. Miss Derby could hardly look at me, though as the afternoon wore on, she relaxed a little. She had obviously gained our respect, and behaved ourselves, keeping quiet and getting on with set work. On the way to the students parking section, I looked out for Miss Derby. As before, I caught sight of her getting into Brian’s car. Miss Derby had disappeared, so she must be lying down on the back seat.
“Where are you…miss daydreamer…” Paul asked me.
“Nothing…just thinking…that’s all…” I answered.
“That makes a lot of sense…so that’s all right then…” he teased me.
“Good…like…yea…” I murmured.
“I’ll pull over…and we’ll have sex on the back seat…” Paul said.
“Yea…like…alright…hey…No…” I sighed, protested, then smiled at him. “Maybe…” I relented.
“You with me now…” he seriously asked.
“Yea…have you ever thought about having a pet-girl…” I asked.
“Where did that come from…is that what you’ve been thinking about…” Paul asked.
“Sort of…I read about it over the weekend…” I lied.
“So…you want to be a pet-girl…” Paul asked, sounding mystified.
“No…I was wondering…if you’d ever thought about it…” I asked.
“No…don’t really know much about it…let’s go to lover’s point…don’t bother about going home…” Paul said.
“Not now we can’t…your parents are home…and Di is expecting me home on time…she’s taking me to get my new college uniform…she did get one at the weekend…but it’s too small…” I explained. Paul pulled into the driveway of an empty house for sale, I crossed my arms, determined not to give into his demands.
“Alright…we won’t go the whole way…we’ll just play around a little…” Paul promised. My breasts seemed to defy my determination; my nipples were trying to escape from the tight blouse. His hands cupped my breasts and smoothly massaged them, I was already feeling hot, from seeing Miss Derby naked and feeling her breasts; they weren’t as big as mine and the nipples were small, it made me feel superior and smug.
“Oh…that’s so nice…” I sighed. Without really knowing what I was doing, I unbuttoned the blouse and pulled the bra down.
“Oh…yes…” I cried, a hand was kneading a breast, with the other gripping my crotch. What held my attention most of all was his lips sucking hard upon a nipple, I mewed and cried a little desperate sound. He found my clit emerging and rubbed it hard.
“Oh…God…yes…” I wailed over his shoulder. A slurping sucking sound over a breast sent shivers down my spine. Paul was only nineteen, yet he’d me ensnared in a trap of wonderful sensations. He could do anything he liked with me now, I was a mature woman but Paul was doing lovely things to me. I was his sexual plaything and I loved the notion. A sudden fear struck me, motivating me to action.
“Don’t edge me…Please…Paul…let me cum…don’t leave me on the edge this time…” I begged. His fingers played me so well. How did a mere boy know my sex so much better that I did?
“Uh…Uhhhh…Oowww…yes…don’t stop now…Paul…” I moaned. An orgasm rippled out from my tummy, my fingers and toes trembled. A silvery cloud misted my mind for a moment then cleared with fireworks exploding.
“Oh…God…that was so good…I needed that…you deserve it…you earned it…” I laughed, I slid down onto the floor of the car and made myself comfortable as could be, in a difficult position. I slapped his hand away from his fly, wanting to delve in for it myself. Why that was, I didn’t know. Looking up at him with puppy eyes, I sucked on the head of his cock. He looked at me as though in shock, it was half expected that his hair would stand on end, he avidly watched me push my lips over the end of his cock, then glide down its full length. The first time I tried this I did gag, a little, it was a surprise how quickly I overcome it. With some pride I was able to swallow his cock, I gripped up at him, with a mouthful of Paul’s cock. His eyes were closed with a look of delight on his face, it was tight in my throat, I could hold it just as tight with my vagina muscles. Yet, for some reason this seemed to turn him on more than anything, after receiving such a deep orgasm I owned him this. He was aware of something, for he was squeezing my breasts, as though milking them. A though resonated in my head, was this the reason my breasts were bigger? Maybe it wasn’t that the store’s sizes were smaller, or mislabelled, was it Paul mauling my breasts all the time, making then grow?
At that moment Paul reached his orgasm, he was deep into my throat when he spurted. At least I didn’t have to taste his semen, it was sometimes very salty and at others had an off flavour. I held still as long as I could, with him pumping cum directly into my belly; I laughed with the thought that he’d pumped my body with cum from both directions. The vibration of my laugh rippled over his highly sensitive cock, he moaned out loud in response. We laid back breathing heavily, knowing we’d to make a move was one thing, actually doing it was another.
“I needed that…let’s go…Di will be cross…if I don’t get home…” I pleaded.
****
My younger sister Tina was in a good mood and didn’t seem to notice I arrived sometime after the college bus had come and gone. We went straight to the store and changed the college uniform; a quick fitting established a need for a bra and blouse two sizes larger. There was no problem, as the sales clerk said, they are growing so quickly now.
Tina rubbed it in that I was a fast-growing teen. “I’ve to watch her with the boys…” Tina said.
“Di…I’m not a slut…” I whispered.
“You’ve got to be careful these days…they are so free…what with the pill being easily available…with her figure it will attract boys like flies…” the woman agreed with Tina. I was used to these indignities, being talked about as though I weren’t there was common. Thinking back, I’d to admit to doing the same to Tina. Never again, my younger sister was discussing my breasts with a stranger.
“I don’t want to worry you…but boys can do that to a girl…” the clerk warned.
“What do you mean…” Tina asked, looking amused. My attention was caught now, in the past week or so, I’d put on weight, but only in my bust.
“In class she is surrounded by boys…and their hormones…it can stimulate her female hormones…if a boyfriend fondles them…while her hormones are over active…her breasts will flower…” the clerk said sounding confident.
“I see…has a boy been stimulating your breasts…” Tina my younger sister asked.
“Di…” I complained, with a face colouring a deep shade of red. As we walked away, Tina laughed. I wasn’t so sure, starting into a mirror on the way out I wondered if Paul had done this to me. He was an avid fan of my breasts, often mauling them and sucking them. Damn! Friday evening the twins had spent a lit of time on my breasts, each of them taking one to suck and fondle.
“Come on…don’t dawdle…girl…” Tina told me. This was going to be embarrassing, for us both. An appointment had been made for me with a new doctor. Tina was taking me there to be put on the pill. Of course, Tina didn’t want a college boy screw me. I was embarrassed to be examined by a male doctor, while being treated like a teen, he put me at my ease as best he could. Thankfully he didn’t seem to notice he was dealing with a mature woman. He was through and professional, so I was thankful for that. With a prescription in hand we went to a pharmacy. Tina thought it a great joke that she’d taken her elder sister to a doctor, to be put on the pill. More and more aspect of my life was being controlled by her. Though at the same time, Tina felt good about looking after me, I felt my life being taken over of being controlled and had the feeling of being forced to remain a collegegirl. On the drive home it dawned upon me what had happened to me, it was more serious than getting prescription for a contraceptive pill. I’d been registered with a doctor as a nineteen-year-old girl. Yet again I felt pressurised into regressing back to a teen. In college, with the neighbours and now in a medical practice, I was accepted as a collegegirl. What was next?
Tina took a good look at the way I presented myself, I’d become shy and diffident and behaved just like an awkward teenager. Gone was the adult woman and elder sister. Had she done this to me? Spanking me had certainly pushed me further into the role of collegegirl. I no longer seemed to be playing at it, I was in the role all day, every day.
“Best get an early night…girl…” Tina said.
“Oh…Di…it’s too early…” I complained.
“Do as you’re told…or I’ll spank you for disobedience…then you’ll do it…” Tina warned.
“Alright…you win…goodnight…” I said and kissed her cheek. Tina waited for the bathroom sounds to end, then entered the girly bedroom. I’d been moved into the spare bedroom, out of the master bedroom. It was to protect our new roles.
“The pyjamas are cute…some hot chocolate…” Tina asked. I looked at my younger sister Tina, to see if she was being sarcastic. The pyjamas were more suitable for a twelve-year-old. Teddy bear decorated the short cotton baby-doll, the matching pastel pink panties also had teddy bears on them. Tina was right, they were cute.
“Sorry if I went heavy on you…here…I bought you this…” Tina said and passed me a teddy bear, it had a pink bandana around its neck and when squeezed it said ‘I wove ooo…’
“Thanks…it’s lovely and cuddly…” I smiled. To keep Tina happy, I got into bed and cuddled the bear; pulling it close to a breast reminded me how much they have grown. Again, I worried over my breasts, they were sticking out large, enough to shorten the top around my hips. Sipping the hot chocolate, I decided to hell with it. Why worry about anything, elders were the ones to worry, weren’t they? There was nothing I could do about anything, so decided to just let things happen. I was officially on the pill now, so that was something not to worry over.
Tina had made sure I wasn’t going to disturb her; the phone rang and she waited to pick it up. As much as she wanted to snatch at it, she waited. Picking it up, she tried to sound casual and said “Hi Charley…nice to hear from you…”
They had a nice, getting-to-know-you conversation, when she put the phone down her heart rate was up. Looking into my bedroom, she was surprised at the scene, I was cuddling the teddy bear, looking sweet and cuddly like an innocent little girl. It was tempting to stick my thumb in my mouth and take a photo, it would look great on face-book and her friends would think so too.
Getting ready for college was the usual routine, I was glad to have a uniform that fit, at last. The boys had been too interested in my breasts, making me feel self-conscious. Maybe that woman in the store was right. If so, I’d better not let Paul loose on my breasts from now on, there were the usual put downs from teachers and students, which I’d become used to. It was pleasing that my breasts were less noticeable and not remarked upon so much by boys.
“Thanks for yesterday…that was just so good…” Paul grinned at me.
“For me too…you were pretty good…I think I’ll keep you as my boyfriend…” I said seriously, though with a devilish glint in my eye. I didn’t see him at lunch time, as I met Carol instead.
“That bitch Beety has ditched her latest boyfriend…” Carol said.
“Why is she a bitch…you always say that about her…” I said.
“The bitch stole my boyfriend…a couple of weeks ago…we’d a fight in college…that’s how I got into that damn class…at least I met you…so that’s something…” Carol smiled.
“I’m glad we met…you’re a good friend…” I told her.
“What happened to your tits…” Carol asked.
“Like…at last…I got a new uniform…the bra fits better too…” I said.
“I noticed the new uniform…why did you need a bigger bra…” Carol asked.
“Come on…didn’t you notice my tits hanging out…” I said, and we both laughed.
*****End Of Chapter 24*****
17-02-2023, 11:07 PM
Chapter- 25
Brian arrived at Miss Derby’s home and drove straight into her garage where they wouldn’t be seen together. As though nothing was a miss they walked into the kitchen and without a word said, she undressed. On hands and knees, she crawled to Brian’s feet for him to fasten a collar around her neck.
“Chores…” Brian said the one command word. Miss Derby scampered around the kitchen making coffee, checking for messages, preparing a meal and carrying out other mundane chores. Everything was ordinary enough, except Miss Derby was completely naked, an adult woman busying herself, while naked in front of a teenager, would be frowned upon. That it was his teacher made it very wrong, fried eggs, bacon, beans, toast and coffee was his favourite. Miss Derby placed the meal on the table, then dutifully got under the table to rest at her master’s feet, when he finished Miss Derby would be fed from two dog bowls on the floor. One held water, the other chilli, or whatever he deemed suitable for hie pet. Whatever it was, she would be expected to lap it up and lick the bowl clean.
“Nice coffee…Pet…” Brian commented, as he patted her bottom, when she waggled her hips, he was reminded of something.
“Come…Pet…follow me…” Brian said and led Miss Derby to the bedroom and told her to get up onto the bed. When she’d to turn around, she figured he was going to mount her. They hadn’t played enough, so she wanted to tell him she wasn’t ready. A yip and a bark, was ass she was allowed once home, but he wasn’t taking notice of her, and didn’t seem to care. He brought something from the dressing table, and spread a cold cream around her anus, she became worried that he was greasing up her asshole, ready to take. He hadn’t asked her or even mentioned such a nasty thing, tempted to complain, she held back not wanting to be punished.
“Relax…pet…I’ve got a gift for you…” Brian said. His semen shooting up inside her bottom would be an unwelcome gift, a shiver of fright unsettled her. She would have to say something, despite the fear of being thrashed, this had to be stopped, it was going too far! An unexpected tickling to her rear, like a feather duster, stopped the complaint, this was unusual, it was felt between her thighs, then on her tummy. She’d to close her eyes from it tickling her face.
“Your new present…from your master…” Brian announced, he held a fluffy tail before her. It was a nice fluffy pet tail. It was bent so that it would stick up when she was on all four, this was taken in, from just one glance at it. What frightened her was the butt plug on the end, this thing wouldn’t be strapped to her, it was designed to plug into her. Miss Derby whined and yipped, Brian knew this as a sign of approval, she wagged her hips in anticipation.
“Calm down…Pet…I need to fit it…” He firmly said and slapped her bottom. This time he could get a finger into her asshole to lubricate it. No longer nervous she could relax and even enjoy the sensation. The anticipation of her master giving her a tail was thrilling. It was a tight fit, but she endured the discomfort.
“There…all done…good girl…” Brian said and stroked her bottom. He reached for her sex and cupped it and announced “My pet is ready for mating…”
Brian could feel how big and swollen Miss Derby was, the more he trained her and took control of her, the more easily she became sexed up. Getting a puppy tail meant a lot to Miss Derby, she couldn’t help herself. Having one of her students grab her sex and declare she was ready for a fucking, was humiliating. Brian was training her to be his obedient pet-girl and that had her uncontrollably sexed up. Made dripping wet, from anticipation of him mating her, was so exciting, she might orgasm before he entered her. It sometimes happened that she’d an orgasm as he entered her, then again when he filled her with his delicious cum. He picked her up and placed her carefully on the floor, pulling the leash he guided her before a mirror.
“See you new tail…waggle your hips like a good pet…” Brian told Miss Derby. Watching her new tail swish from side to side was wonderful. Her master was turning her more and more, everyday into his little cute pet-girl. She’d been addicted to imagining this fantasy before he found out about her. Now she was living it! Tears of joy formed in her eyes; he was a perfect caring master. He looked after her needs so well, always considering her before himself. He got on the floor behind her and she felt his hardness nestling between her wet lips, he ran it over her clit, though she didn’t need even a moment of foreplay. She was ready to be mounted by her master.
“Please…master…fuck your pet-girl…” Miss Derby whined. Feeling him enter she’d a nice orgasm. It would take a while, as he knew she liked a long slow screw. Breathing heavily, then rapidly panting, she desperately cried out for release. Feeling his cock expand, judder and pressing home, she knew he was shooting his young virile sperm into her. It felt as though he was filling her up with semen.
“Am I your pet-girl…master…tell me…master…” Miss Derby begged.
“You’re my pet-girl…you’re all mine…you belong to me…” Brian heavily breathed into her ear.
***
I got home from college before Tina, as usual. Tina would be home from the office soon and I wanted her to be in a good mood. I got on with the usual chores, before being asked.
“Hi…I’m home…” Tina announced when she arrived.
“Hi…Di…Dinner is ready…” I said.
“That’s great…thanks…” Tina said and ruffled my hair.
“You’re in a good mood…anything special happened at work…” I asked.
“Sort of…we got a new contract to advertise peas…doesn’t sound very important…but my art work is going to be used…for some of it anyway…” Tina said.
“Wow…that’s great…I’m proud of you…” I cheered.
“Hey…it’s not a big deal…it means they like my work…I’ve been noticed…I’ve got a chance of a career there…” Tina said and looked at me. I didn’t seem to take the hint; Tina was trying to tell me she wanted to stay there working permanently. It was a good income, it meant she wouldn’t be going back to college and so I would have to remain in her place. If she could convince me to continue in college.
“Like…it all sounds fab…to me…” I said and sat down with my younger sister Tina to eat. The phone rang and Tina answered it.
“Hi Sylvia…how you doing…yea…I’m fine…” Tina said.
“I’m sorry about this…but I think you need to know…it’s damn awkward…Rita the babysitter is a lazy bitch sometimes…she must have left the kids to play upstairs…while she got on with some work…she’s writing a thesis on something…look you need to know…I changed the sheets on the boys bed...they were covered in semen...and smelt of a girl…it wouldn’t have been Rita…she’s a lesbian…I think it was your girl…” I heard as Sylvia said and went quiet.
Tina looked at me with a fierce glare and through gritted teeth asked “Which one?”
“Err…I’m sire…yes…sure it was both…err…sorry…” Sylvia hesitantly spoke.
“Both…” Tina exclaimed. Without another word she put the phone down, I was in deep shit.
“Both of the twins…” Tina quietly hissed.
“I didn’t…like…well…it wasn’t like that…it happened…like…Oh shit…” I began to cry.
“Come here…now…” Tina shouted in a commanding voice. I was up ready to run, only Tina froze my actions. As though in slow motion and wearing shackles, I hobbled to her. Only a couple of paces, but a thousand tiny steps, Tina grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and dragged me over both knees. Even the college skirt was short enough not needing pulling up, the panties were tight and needed strength to pull down, which she had, fuelled by anger. A fierce whack cracked upon my bare ass.
“Owww…sorry…” I cried out. Tina ignored the sting of her palm as she laid into me. This was no cheeky retribution to all adult’s kind of smacking, this was a how-dare-you, serious kind of punishment.
“Owww…please don’t…please don’t hurt me…” I cried.
“Please…I’ll be a good girl….” I sobbed.
“You promised me that before…” Tina shouted and wacked me extra hard.
“Owww…I promise to be an obedient girl…” I cried out. Tina rolled me off her knee onto the floor. I lay rolled into a ball, crying my heart out. Tina had a hard time restraining herself from grabbing me to cuddle and sympathise. It couldn’t be done, I needed punishing. I’d slept with two nineteen-years-old collegeboys, but I was twenty-six. Pretending to be nineteen and succumbing to the role was not a valid excuse. How dare she do such revolting thing. Two of them! With twins in the same bed! Tina almost laughed, not knowing if it was from shock or from audacity of the crime. What would I say if she’d done it? Grounded her forever, probably. Damn! How could she grounded me, I was an adult and could sleep with whoever I wanted; even the twins, but not when I was pretending to be an nineteen-year-old collegegirl.
“Get up and stop that snivelling…get to your room…I shall look in on you…I expect to see you in bed…understood?” Tina heavily demanded. I nodded and made an effort to stop crying and snuffling. Tina ran her hand under the cold tap. I’d been dragged to college in her place, for a day. Then found myself having to complete the whole week. It had all been a terrible mix up, and it had been Tina’s fault. She hadn’t expected me to spent a second day in college, yet here I was starting a second week. In college I was being controlled by teachers and at home Tina had taken over. She was now running my life by deciding everything for me. What to wear, what to eat, what bedroom to sleep in, putting me on the pill and deciding all the other trivia of life. Thinking it over, I’d always been a pushover, a natural submissive, I’d quickly accepted the role of collegegirl and not just played at it. If pushed into it a little further, I might not be able to escape from it. Could Tina take the chance of that happening to me, by forcing me to take place for the rest of the year? Being positive about things, Tina believed she could.
***
On Tuesday afternoon Tina came home feeling very happy with herself, an offer of a permanent position with the advertising agency had been received and she was bouncing with joy. There was no way she could return to high college, to complete the year and sit the dreaded exams. Especially now a lucrative job was on offer. Tina needed me to continue taking her place in college. Tina was determined to find a way to get me to maintain her place in college for just for a while longer. Tina came into my room and gathered up the teen clothes she’d bought for me. Placing the clothes in appropriate bags, she was ready to return them. It had been fun dressing me up in young teen fashions, to see me squirm with embarrassment. Though now it was important to make me feel comfortable in the collegegirl role.
We had a quick snack, before going shopping, I was talking excitedly about fashions, makeup, and friends in class. Tina was excited too, though she couldn’t talk about the job offer just yet.
“A man…I met the other night…Charley…well…he works at the agency…” Tina mentioned.
“Oh…was it embarrassing…” I asked my younger sister Tina.
“No…it was nice…we’d a good chat about…well nothing much…” Tina mused.
“Was he the guy you danced with…” I asked.
“How did you know about that…” Tina asked.
“I heard Sylvia talking about it…with the babysitter…he’s a bit old for you…isn’t he…you’d a good time by what they said…” I laughed.
“I did…he’s nice…I’m old enough as far as he’s concerned…” Tina lamely said.
“Old enough for what…” I teased.
“Whatever I want…I’m in charge here…so don’t forget it…girl…” Tina teased me back.
“Is he taking you out again…” I mischievously asked.
“Yes…we’re going out Saturday…” Tina said looking very pleased.
“I’m glad for you…so…if you’re going out on a date…Can I?” I asked.
“Not with the twins…” Tina warned.
“No…don’t remined me…that was so bad…I can’t…believe I did that…yea…” I grimaced
“Who then…a boy from college?” Tina asked.
“Yes…you know him…he was around here last week…Paul…he’s my boyfriend…we went out on a date…remember…” I reminded her.
“Yes…I remember…you went to see a Disney film…” Tina teased.
“It was all we could get in to see…yea…it was your fault…you made me wear that skimpy skirt and top…the way you did my makeup…I was lucky to get into a Disney movie…” I complained.
“Paul liked it…he said you looked cute…” Tina laughed.
“Oh…yea…he knows nothing…” I joined in the laughter.
“I could tell you enjoyed yourself…that’s the important thing…” Tina said. I went quiet for a moment, with the memory of me and Paul making out on the back seat of his car.
“Like…lighten up…yea…anyway…I want to go out on a date…Saturday…I’ve got to make it up to him…after…you know…like…what happened…No…I haven’t told him…he’s not to find out…” I petulantly spoke.
“Alright…I won’t say anything about the twins…I won’t tell Paul…you’re a dirty slut…” Tina said.
“I’m not…it just happened…yea…I didn’t mean it…the twins were so…like…you know… handy…I’m just a collegegirl…so they took advantage…they wouldn’t have dared…if I was an adult…” I squirmed on the seat, looking decidedly uncomfortable.
“You’re on the pill now…so why not…” Tina smiled.
“I’m not going to do anything…like…no way…Di…” I lied. Tina was about to remind me that I’d been caught by a neighbour. I was a twenty-six-year old woman, and shouldn’t go out with a boy from college. Whilst immersed in the role of a nineteen-year-old collegegirl, the woman had conveniently forgotten how inappropriate it was. Tina wasn’t going to discourage me now this job had been offered, it seemed a good opportunity to keep me happily in the role of collegegirl.
“Just give it a few days for the pill to take effect…then you’ll be covered…you’ll be alright by Saturday…” Tina encouraged me.
“No…I’m not going to do it…like…what do you mean…” I quietly asked.
“The pill won’t take effect for a few days…so you need to wait…” Tina explained.
“Like…this is the same one ad before…yea…” I pointed out.
“Oh…yes…don’t do anything…just wait a few days…promise me…” Tina told me.
“Of course, like…I can’t…I know…like…a boy from college…” I hesitantly spoke. I wondered what all that was about. Tina had registered me with a doctor, to put me on the pill when I already had a prescription. It was supposed to be just to get a prescription in my new name, Tina. Tina could now take my contraceptive pill in the name of Reema.
“Oh shit…was my younger sister already stealing my pill?” I thought.
“So…you’ll be taking the pill issued in my name…I didn’t need it…so that’s alright…probably won’t need it now…either…” I commented.
“Well…that’s right…you didn’t need it…so I’ve been taking it…” Tina let slip.
“No problem…” I grimaced and sipped at the coffee, trying to hide a look of fear.
“You all right…you look very pale…” Tina said.
“I’m alright…it’s probably the pill…I’ll go and change…” I grimaced. As I walked out of the kitchen, Tina realised what she’d been doing. She’d been encouraging me to fuck a collegeboy. She’d put me on the pill and told me I could screw my boyfriend, Paul. Tina chortled to herself, from the strange situation and from enjoying this new power over an adult. In my room I fell onto the bed.
“Damn…I’ve had sex with Paul…twice…what if I become pregnant…I might be carrying his kid right now…that boy’s child might be forming inside me at this very minute…Oh god… no…the twins…they both fucked me…more than once…shit…what will I do…Paul might want to marry me…everyone thinks…I’m a collegegirl…so they’ll make the decision for me… I could be coerced into marrying a nineteen-year-old boy…I might not have a choice…my younger sister will have a brother in law a month older than her…I’ll have a husband seven years younger than me…shit…I’ll have to get hold of a pregnancy test kit…” I cried out.
“You alright…you don’t look it…we’ll put off the shopping trip till tomorrow…you slip into bed…I’ll being you a hot drink…” Tina said, while checking me brow for a temperature.
“I’ll be alright…” I quietly said.
Next day Tina phoned the college telling them I was ill and wouldn’t be in today. While Tina was at work, I snuck out, dressed in my adult clothes to purchase a pregnancy test kit. It felt uncomfortable as though I weren’t entitled to wear my old adult clothes anymore, there was still money in my account so I bought three. Fortunately, they were all negative, which was more than a positive result for me. Tina arrived home to find me mended.
“Hi…Di…” I said, greeting her with a big hug and with the dinner ready. We naturally talked together as elder and younger sister, only the wrong way around. I talked about college, and how much I enjoyed it, and how well I was doing at the lessons. I mentioned Paul more than a few times. Tina was pleased to have accepted the job offer, thinking everything would have to work out somehow. I seemed happy and excited to be going out on a date with Paul on Saturday. This time she wasn’t going to discourage me, letting slip about stealing my pill hadn’t been noticed, so she’d got away with it. Tina had been worrying about me sleeping with the twins, and how that could have been a disaster. Finding the pregnancy test kit hidden in the bathroom rubbish bin was a great relief. So, that was why I’d looked so ill, and took the day off. Tina gave me a big hug and kissed my forehead.
“You’re a lovely girl…I’m proud of you…doing well in college is important…I’m glad you’re popular…have so many friends in college…” Tina said, laying it on thick. I was about to say something, but succumbed to the warm, heartfelt feelings. It wasn’t just me losing myself in the role reversal, it was my younger sister too. We excitedly chatted on the way to the mall, we were once more having fun together.
“Try these on…” Tina told me.
“Like…wow…these are fab…the girls have been talking about mini-shorts…thanks…” I exuberantly thanked my younger sister. Tina wanted to laugh but went along with it, I wore a tight pair of very brief shorts, with a crop top, my breasts were too big for the top but I didn’t seem to be bothered, maybe I wanted to wear slutty clothes as a teenager. That was it, I was re-living my youth, with more confidence and experience this time. I also had a better figure to impress the boys, that was the worrying thing, I was impressing the boys. It looked as though I’d been poured into the damn shorts! There was a hint of a camel toe, which wasn’t pleasant to see on me. My cheeks pushed out from under the shorts and they cut between my cheeks. The top struggled to hold my large breasts, the boys from college would certainly be interested in me; any male would be.
Tina glanced in a mirror, and found herself dressed in a complete opposite style. Dressing older meant wearing my smart skirt suits in the office. Some evening outfits could be made to fit. Trying on more clothes was fun for both of us. it was surprising that I wasn’t complaining about the expense. It showed how much I’d sunk into the role of irresponsible adolescent.
“A short skirt with leggings…like…okay…” I smiled at my younger sister Tina.
“For the Saturday date?” Tina asked.
“It’s Paul…my boyfriend…like…can you remember his name…” I complained. Tina looked at me and had to hold back a hearty laugh. The woman was no more, in her place was an awkward collegegirl, learning to be attractive to boys. It was funny seeing me like this. Tina wanted to hug me, and look after me. Was she doing the right thing, forcing me her elder sister to be a collegegirl? It was all for her own benefit not for me, she was using me.
“What…are they alright…why are you looking at me like that…” I asked.
“Nothing…it’s alright…you look lovely…the boys will really go for you…girl…” Tina sighed.
“Di…” I said, looking embarrassed. Tina watched me swinging my hips, twirling the short skirt. It lifted up showing off the thin leggings. The skirt was supposed to be nothing more than a strip of material covering my delicate bits, it was far too short not to wear leggings. My college skirt was long in comparison.
“Are you happy in college…and everything…” Tina asked.
“Like…yea…the teacher is nice to me…I'm good at lessons and stuff…I like the girls in class…yea…like…it’s okay…” I shrugged.
“Alright then…that’s settled…I’m glad…” Tina decided. The clothes were inappropriate for a mature woman, being too brief and provocative. Pretending to be an adolescent, I could just about get away with the look. Tina wasn’t sure about dressing me up to look like a young slut. Though, seeing how happy I was, Tina praised me, rather than criticise.
“It’s not showing my ass…is it…” I asked.
“Why not…you’ve a cute bottom…” Tina laughed.
“You’re teasing me…okay…I’ll take these…” I smiled. Everything I tried on had been chosen to impress my boyfriend, Paul. I’d been moody with him recently, mostly from guilt over the twins. A fear of being pregnant had nagged in the back of my mind, as Tina had pointed out, I was on the pull and this gave me a freedom of choice.
***
A couple of days passed without anything going wrong for a change, we both settled into our role reversal, to the point of almost forgetting who we really were. Thursday came around too soon, I was excited over going on a date with Paul, though an idea crept in to spoil things.
“What’s the matter…girl…” Tina asked me.
“It’s Paul…he’ll be expecting me to be at college on Monday…this is my last week…as we’ve got to change over…he’ll be so disappointed…I can’t go out with him Saturday…knowing I’ll have to break up with him…” I replied. Tina hugged me, while building the courage to mention an idea forming. She pulled me onto her lap, for a reassuring cuddle, as though I was a child.
“I know…it’s difficult…are you fond of him…or in love…” Tina asked.
“I don’t know…it sounds crazy…but…I’ve got a big crush on him…” I admitted.
“It isn’t crazy…he’s a nice guy…you needed someone to look after you…having boyfriend in college…for your backup…” Tina firmly said.
“I guess so…it’s no good…is it…I’m not going to college Monday…so…that’s that…” I moaned.
“What if we just kept things as they are…would you like that…” Tina asked.
“I guess so…but it never works out like that…something always goes wrong…” I sighed.
“We’ve made it work so far…against the odds…you’ve done well in college…you’ve got on great with everyone…I’m getting enough…the company want me to stay…just three more months to the end of the college year…then we can change…and I’ll be able to stay in my job…” Tina firmly laid out the facts.
“I don’t know…I could be found out…while in class…I’d be prosecuted…or something…” I lamely said.
“Everyone thinks you’re me…Tina…you really are Tina…the collegegirl…at college with friends…teachers…even the neighbours…think you’re Tina…the collegegirl…” you won’t have to break up with Paul…you enjoy going college…you’ll have your friends in college…you can go out anytime you like…buy fashionable clothes…to impress Paul…and your friends in college…see…you’re doing so well…you can’t spoil that…everyone around thinks you’re a collegegirl…you’re blending in at college…you’re a natural…and you enjoy it…why spoil things…let everyone down…you can do it…I’ll help you…come on…girl…it won’t be for long…” Tina strongly advised. Tina could see I was weakening, working on me, convincing me, got us into this situation.
“I do have friends in college...I would hate to let Paul down…teachers have been really nice to me…there’s a test next week…like…I should do really good…alright…I’ll try…I go to college …I’ve a boyfriend in college…I’m really a collegegirl…” I said, sinking back into the collegegirl role. I sighed and buried my head in Tina’s shoulder, Tina hugged me tight and rocked me on her lap. It wasn’t two weeks yet and I was certainly into the collegegirl role, at some point Tina would have to bring me out of the collegegirl game, for a rest and a return to normality. Tina wondered what I would be like after three months of being a collegegirl, all day, every day. In a class of adolescents, I’d picked up on the group behavior, Tina knew this was a natural thing to do, but didn’t know what the end result might be.
“You’d best finish your chores…tidy your room up…finish your homework…” Tina said.
“Okay…Di…whatever you say…I promise to be a good girl…” I happily declared.
“That means not doing it with twins…” Tina teased.
“Stop it…I’m really sorry…” I said while going red and looking highly embarrassed.
Friday afternoon I was late coming home, Tina was early so she could be there for me; as I came through the door, I burst into tears, sobbing like a little girl. Tina had to tease out what was wrong.
“They didn’t wait until Monday…the administration office gave me a new Id…with my photo …and standard class number…” I explained, around sobs.
“Tell me what does that mean…girl…” Tina prodded me.
“You can’t use this Id…for the new class…it’s got my photo on it…” I tried to explain.
“That’s alright…we’re not swapping places again…we agreed you would take my place…till the end of the year…” Tina sympathetically explained.
“Like…you don’t understand…” I tearfully spoke.
“Well…tell me then…” Tina said nearly losing patience.
“I gave my date of birth…with your year of birth...it was easier to remember…that’s what’s on the Id…and in their records…” I explained.
“So…what…it doesn’t matter…Oh…” Tina suddenly caught on.
“I’m a month too young for twelfth grade…I’ve got to do eleventh grade again…it’s like…going to be part of my punishment…I spent two weeks in the assessment class…so I’ve to drop a grade as well…I won’t be a senior next week…” I cried.
“So…what class will you be in…” Tina asked me.
“I’ll be in tenth grade…” I moaned and cried a little more. Tina figured there was no way she was going back to college now, I’d got into this mess, so I would have to suffer it.
“Don’t worry…I’ll sort it out…surely your test results…will put you into a higher grade…” Tina asserted.
“I don’t know…I’ll be in Miss Bennett’s class…she looks after tenth grade students…” I dried away the tears.
“I’ll see…what I can do…” Tina mused.
“Please…you fix it for me…I can’t be a sophomore again…” I pleaded. Tina finally understood what I was saying, if I wasn’t so upset, she would have laughed. The idea of me spending the rest of the term in tenth grade was funny enough, on top of that, I would have to spend a whole year in eleventh grade then start twelfth grade the following year. Then the awful truth dawned on Tina, it should be her, not her elder sister, having to re-do the two years of high college. No way! It was all the more important that I took her place in college. Tina listened and sympathised until understanding all that I was saying. We couldn’t change the Id’s, as my picture was on the computer. If Tina went to college and pretend, she’d lost her Id, they would look at the photo and refuse to give it to her.
“So…are you going to do the whole year again…” Tina asked me.
“I don’t know…once the three months of tenth grade are over…I would probably be alright in eleventh grade…like…wow…just thinking of doing two years of high college is hard…do you think I could do it…” I asked her.
“If you really get into being a collegegirl again…yes…you can do it…girl…” Tina smiled and stroked my hair.
“I’ll try…like…really…for you and Paul…yea…I’ll try to do it…” I promised. When I agreed, Tina hugged me, I was so immersed in the role, I accepted going back to tenth grade. Tina wanted to whoop with joy, instead she tried to settle me, by being a loving elder sister.
“Do your best with the test…you won’t have to go back to tenth grade…don’t worry…I’ll see the principal…” Tina said.
“Thanks…like…I’ll do them tomorrow…I feel better about not having to break up with Paul… I guess…I won’t need to be in a low grade…if I pass the tests next week…anyway…you’re right…it will all work out…” I said as I completed my homework and Tina let me off the chores.
“Staying at college…means you won’t have to ditch Paul…that would have been cruel…” Tina said.
“He does care about me…carried my bag to his car…sometimes…helps me with collegework… he wants me to meet his friends…he listens…when I told him…how my weekend was…” I said.
“I bet…he likes your breasts…” Tina declared, feeling just a little jealous.
“Like…stop it…he does…too much…I think…its him making them bigger…he mauls them all the time…you know…I think…I’ve grown out of this new bra…” I complained.
“What…you can’t let him do that…don’t make excuses for him…you’ve let it slip now…come on…girl…you like the attention…otherwise…you wouldn’t allow him to do it to you…do you really need a bigger bra…don’t take any notice of stupid woman in the store…she didn’t know what she was talking about…” Tina said. I wasn’t so sure, sitting with young students all day was having a effect upon me, it was more and more difficult to think of myself as an adult. The last few days I thought of myself as a collegegirl all the time, especially when dressed by Tina in those young clothes. Maybe I was being affected physically as well, maybe my hormones were running wild again, stirred up by a class of adolescents and a young boyfriend. If that was so, my breasts were being built upon what was already there, I wasn’t sure if my hips were bigger. Maybe it didn’t work like that. Me and Tina teased each other, and merrily laughed, we shared makeup while getting ready. Tina applied my makeup as though I was a collegegirl, readying myself for a boyfriend from college. Which I was. Tina dressed and made-up as though she was a mature woman meeting a colleague from the office, one that she liked and was going out on a date with.
“Oh…that’s him…do I look alright…” I said, feeling anxious.
“You look good…more importantly…Paul will think you’re gorgeous…” Tina replied, watching me preen myself for a young boyfriend from college was amusing. At this moment I was very happy being a teenager. My hair was styled in ponytails and my makeup was an unsubtle teenager's heavy mask. I wore a tiny skirt and for decency leggings was under it, it would have been decent if they had been thick enough to hide my bare bottom. The thong was clearly visible when I bent over, showing off the white of my bottom.
Tina was going to say something but let me get on with it, I seemed happy to show off my body and anything that made me happy, Tina was prepared to go along with. The top was a blouse tied under my breasts, I seemed to like these, as they showed off my large breasts, with a deep cleavage. The earlier complaint was nonsense as I enjoyed flaunting them.
“Go in the lounge and wait…” Tina said.
“Hi Paul…nice to see you again…come on in…” Tina smiled at him.
“Hi…Mrs. Sharma…I brought these for you…” Paul said and handed over a bunch of flowers. Tina caught him looking her over and couldn’t help teasing him.
“I’m going out with a colleague…how do I look…I need a man’s opinion…since Mr. Sharma is not here…” Tina asked. Paul licked his lips, unsubtly examining her, it was enough of an answer but Tina waited anyway.
“Nice…very nice…err…Mrs. Sharma…nice dress…” Paul smiled.
“So…basically…just nice…” Tina said, feigning disappointment.
“No…err…Mrs. Sharma…you look really sexy…didn’t want to say…but you’re really sexy…” Paul smirked.
“Thank you…how sweet...” Tina said and reached up to kiss him “Your date is eagerly waiting for you…walk this way…” Tina teased and swayed her hips feeling her bottom wiggling.
“Hi…Paul…” I breathlessly spoke, my eyes were flashing signals of love at the boy.
“Don’t do anything…anyway Paul…she’s on the pill now…” Tina told to Paul.
“Di…stop it…” I complained, the door was closed upon us, Tina had to wait for Charley to turn up. The thought of me on the back seat, screwing a collegeboy was funny, it didn’t seem such a bad idea, now we’d settled into the reversed roles. I was back in high college for a whole two years. Visiting the college and seeing me as a sophomore would be funny! As she’d that first morning, she sent me back to college, Tina creased up laughing. What if he phoned with some excuse why he couldn’t make it? It would make all the effort of chatting and flirting in the office and getting dressed up, a waste of time. Damn! This was all wrong, Tina was thinking like me. He was going to turn up, he couldn’t fail to be attracted to a young, flirty, gorgeous woman. While adjusting her hair, and touching up her makeup, the doorbell rang.
“Hi…Guess who…” Charley said from behind a bunch of flowers.
“More damn flowers…Mmm…Richard…bobby…it must be Freddy…” Tina laughed.
“Okay…so I’m one of many…do I’ve a good chance of being number one…” Charley smiled.
“Forget the flowers next time…and you will be….” Tina laughed, like her elder sister, Tina was laughing too much at Charley’s lame joke.
“In for a drink…or do we make a move…” Tina said, they were standing close just in the doorway. Charley put his arm around her and kissed her, Tina didn’t resist or encourage him.
“I didn’t mean you to make that kind of move…” Tina said in a whisper.
“Was it okay…I mean…is that better than flowers…” Charley asked, sounding genuine.
“Mmmm…yes…you can bring me kisses from now on…” Tina shyly smiled.
“It’s a deal…” Charley laughed.
“No more…we might not get out of here…no…I didn’t mean that…Oh shit…let’s just go… where are you taking me…” Tina suddenly asked.
“It’s a bit stupid of me…I should have asked what you like doing…I figured…we’d go dancing again…so I can hold you close…have you eaten…” Charley asked.
“No…” Tina said, looking mystified.
“Then it’s…a dance and a dinner…” Charley announced.
“Oh…well that will be a first…” Tina smiled at him, though pretty well everything would be a first, as she was young and innocent. Well, young and maybe a bit innocent.
“So…where are we going…” At just about the same time, I asked Paul.
“To my place…my parents are out…” Paul replied.
“Like…no way…it’s Saturday night…the weekend is here…we go back to our normal classes…we need to celebrate…” I said, then stopped, on remembering where she was going on Monday.
“We could celebrate at my parent’s house…but maybe here would be better…” Paul smiled, he was worried I wouldn’t want to meet his friends and he didn’t want to tell me he was broke.
“What is this place…” I asked.
“It’s an abandoned warehouse…some of my friends hang out here…the coffee is free… someone always brings something to eat…” Paul said.
“Like…you’re not making it sound great…yea…” I said and got out of the car. The loud music wasn’t something I’d ever liked, putting up with it for Paul, I bore it and smiled at his friends. Suddenly a familiar face appeared among the small crowd.
*****End Of Chapter 25*****
20-02-2023, 01:07 AM
the title of the story probably needs to change..
there is absolutely nothing connected to that or to the original
24-02-2023, 04:55 PM
Waiting with indian low class men.....
10-03-2023, 01:48 AM
Is this thread ended since someone made a comment of the story not matching to the Title.
People shall and will comment what they have in their mind...please dont take that into consideration and hurt rest of the people who are eagerly waiting for the updates. You are one of the very good writers in this site...so please comeback and take us to your dream world.. Appreciate if you can update as soon as you can on this thread.
10-03-2023, 10:23 AM
(10-03-2023, 01:48 AM)krisree Wrote: Is this thread ended since someone made a comment of the story not matching to the Title. Hi Krisree, The story is not yet finished. I am just taking some time to add some more characters in the story. For a time being you can enjoy the other story 'The Naughtiest Wife' |
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