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The Journey Continues.

Chapter-1.


Yash’s cum hasn’t even had a chance to seep from my pussy, and he got ready and went office. I was left half aroused and unsatisfied, I texted Sajid, I could see his people working in the next apartment.  

 
Sajid response was almost instantaneous; moments later, he was waiting at the front door of my house. It’s a quick walk through his apartment to mine. I love the way his eyes light up when I open the door, it’s because I didn’t bother putting clothes on. There is no point, I was naked when my husband Yash fucked me minutes ago, and I’m going to get fucked again; so why bother getting clothes dirty?
 
“You never cease to amaze me…” Sajid said.
“Same…your cock never ceases to please me…Want some coffee” I replied, as I moved to my kitchen. Sajid followed me, he was already hard, as evident through the tenting in his Gray Pants. He didn’t bother trying to hide it.
 
“Let me feel it…” I said and right there in the kitchen I drop to my knees and pull it free from it free from its cage. Sajid cock is thick, veiny and has the sweetest precum I’ve ever tasted. It’s my lucky day, he’s already oozing out from his slit when my tongue taps him. Before he can object, I’ve the head of his cock trapped between my lips, I started giving him a wet, sloppy blowjob. As I devour his delicious cock, the slurry sounds break the silence in the kitchen, I can’t get enough as I pulled him deeper to the point I start to choke on his size.
 
Sajid knows what to do, the moment I start gagging as he slides deeper down my throat, he grips my hair tightly and forces me deeper. He holds me there, struggling to swallow his cock until I tap his legs and he releases me. I like when he plays dirty.
 
“Sajid…I love your cock so much…” I said with a raspy voice.
 
“I love that…you love my cock…” Sajid said, his fingers comb through my hair while my tongue licks his shaft like a frozen treat.
 
“Yash left early today…” Sajid said, his cock twitches against my lips when he references my husband.
“Yes…he’s some important meeting…” I replied back.
“Fuck…that sucks…I love this pussy so much…I couldn’t imagine not savoring it for hours…” Sajid said, he uses gentle fingers under my chin to raise me so he can feel my wet, used pussy.
 
“Well…you can savor me now…” I said, the way his fingers spread my pussy lips, cum and all, to massage each delicate layer has me nearly breathless.
 
“I will…” Sajid said, his tongue retraces the path his fingers just took, he doesn’t care my pussy is tainted with the remnant of my husband’s Yash haste. He kisses, licks and even slides his tongue inside me while his thumb gently rubs my clit.
 
“Oh God…” The words slip from my lips involuntarily.
 
“Yes baby…let me take care of you…” Sajid said, his deep voice makes my pussy twitch around his probing tongue.
 
“You take care of me so well…I’m so grateful for you…” I replied. 
 
“I’m grateful to have you…” Sajid said, his voice is muffled by my pussy, but I get the gist. He springs up and spins me around, before I can even take a breath, he lifted my left leg and bending me over the kitchen island; one foot on the ground, my left knee propped up on the cold granite. In no time, his cock was filling me from behind as he forces himself inside.
 
“Ohhhh….fuck….” I moaned, my tits rubbed the polished stone, making my pussy grip him tightly. Deep waves of pleasure ripple through me each time he thrusts his cock into me. Ripples are the name of the game as his thrusts cause a chain reaction through my soft, feminine body. I jiggle and ripple each time he drives his cock into me. His knuckled grip on my foot that’s lifted is used for leverage for him to fuck me even harder. My mouth wide open as I pant from his cock, ramming me like a machine.
 
“Ohhhhh….Gooodddddd……Sssssssssss….” I moaned, as Sajid pulls his cock from my dripping hole. He spins me again before lifting me onto the island, it’s a tiered island, so my head and back rest on a higher level while my ass squeaks again the stone below.
 
“That’s better…now I can see your tits bouncing when I fuck you…” Sajid quips as his cock slides back inside, and fuck me. He starts ramming into me, and my tits do, indeed bounce and sway from the impact. His hands reach out to squeeze my tits, he isn’t focused on my nipple, but he grips me so hard that the tight pain running through them gives me the same pleasure between my legs as though he were.
 
“Your pussy is magnificent…” Sajid said and drives harder and faster, my teeth sink into my lip to keep from screaming. It’s becoming more difficult to stay silent as he fucks me repeatedly with the passion of a wild animal.
 
“God….I’m going to cum…” I said, Sajid uses my warning to fuck me so hard that the slaps of his body against mine echo through the house.
 
“MMMMMMm….” My lips seal shut as I bury my screams inside me, my head swirls and spins as my body implodes around his veiny beast.
 
“That’s it…let it go…” Sajid said and rubs my breasts through the orgasm, he still hasn’t cum; I was panting like a dog when my body stills.
 
“May I cum on your tits?” Sajid asked, he loves Cumming on my tits and I can’t deny him that, not after what he just gave me. He strokes his cock magically and he sprays me with thick, white honey within seconds. Bursts of white gold cover me and drip down the curves of my breasts onto the counter.
 
“Thank you…” His voice is ragged now, rightfully so.
 
“No…. thank you…” I replied. I don’t clean up before I crawl back into bed, I want our sheets stained with Sajid’s cum.


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Chapter-2

 
When I woke up it was almost 1:00 Pm, Sajid was sleeping next to me.  I was naked and went to prepare coffee when Sajid came back. Soon he was naked, in the kitchen, we helped ourselves to just water, sat at a table facing each other. He was about to say something when he was caught completely unaware: under the table, I stretched my legs and he felt my sext feet rubbing his cock, over his pants. Seductively, I placed a finger across my lips for silence, and seeing him stir in his chair, I slipped the finger inside my mouth to suck it; like a young shy teen girl surprised at the effect I was having.  Soon I joined my second feet, the effect was instantaneous.
 
Sajid looked down at my feet massaging his cock slowly yet firmly, then our eyes met over the table. Cupboard was just behind me, I extended my arm to open the cupboard and found the oil bottle, then pushed it across the table to him. Sajid opened it and poured some on my feet.
 
“Rub it on…”  I said, Sajid did as he was told, this involved getting his hands all over my gorgeous feet.
 
“Add some on your cock….” I said. Sajid did so, I grabbed his cock with toes of my both feet, and started at the base, next to his balls. Second, I started moving up, rubbing my toes against him. The heat of the kink was excruciatingly hot, every time my feet rubbed against his tip, he sensed a wave of hot and cold come over him in response. He moaned and shut his eyes, soon the only sounds besides those of his pleasure were the wet sounds of my feet against his cock. I speed up getting into a good rhythm, but then suddenly switched to rubbing his undershaft with my toes; alternating between my left and right leg.
 
Sajid drew in air sharply when I switched to the sides of my toes rubbing his cock between them. He rolled his eyes, overwhelmed and dug fingernails into his thighs; I was back to my toes holding his cock between then, applying pressure during the foot-job.
 
“Oh yes…ahhhhhh…Ohhhh…baby…” I mouthed almost inaudibly over the table. Grabbing my tits. The sensations in Sajid’s groin and the sight of me squeezing my tits were threating to take him over the edge.
 
“Fuck…too good…stop it if you want me to last…” Sajid groaned, the last word was breathed out, practically in exasperation, I knew to withdraw. I walked around the table to stand next to him, he turned towards me or rather towards my breasts, now directly in his face. He instantly sucked it, I moaned, then I knelt down, looking directly into his eyes.
 
“I’m not like your other wives…I can be what you want me to be…Romantic and sensitive… slutty and sensitive…I can make love or just fuck…I’ve submitted myself to you…I can be anything you want me to…I can be your slut to fuck…or Mrs. Sajid…” I stopped for a second, measuring the reaction I was having on Sajid.
 
Sajid looked at me puzzled and frowned, a pause letting him regain some form of composure.
 
“Which will I be next?” I inquired, squatting in front of him with one hand over my breast and the other rubbing my clit.
 
Sajid don’t know if I was pushing for a certain answer but he knew what he wanted.
 
“Slut to fuck….” Sajid replied, I have him a long look, then I licked my lips, very seductively; with that, I got up and lifted myself up to the kitchen counter.
 
“Better make the most of it before Yash arrives…” I stated matter-of- factly and spread my legs. In a heartbeat, Sajid was with me, he didn’t want to kiss me on the lips, he went straight to my breasts. Started gently, kissing and licking my delectable nipples, my arm snaked around his head as I moaned, when he looked back at me, I’d my eyes shut, enjoying the sensations. I pulled him now into a passionate kiss, supporting myself against the counter with one hand, stroking his face with another; he wrapped his arm around my back. My body arching towards him, my breasts grazing against his chest.
 
The heat was rebuilding fast, our kisses and low moans echoed against the kitchen walls. Sajid knelt down, tracking a kiss path from my breasts down to my abdomen, my pussy was waiting; I was watching him, my lips parted in clear anticipation. He started with a few licks across my clit, sending me into a horizontal position on the counter, he grabbed my things and pulled me slightly towards him into a better position. My legs were spread wide, one resting on his shoulder. His licks were still soft and gently, but growing more insistent; and he soon put his tongue into slight vibrations on me. My moans were beginning to get louder, turning from whispers into more audible groans.
 
Sajid was aware of them but as though through a mist, in a hazy kind of way; it was quickly becoming just him and my pussy, I wasn’t looking at him, my eyes shut again. I was giving in entirely to the sensations, my hands curled up into fists, slowly moving towards my breasts. I was wet and getting wetter as he was alternating between licking me in long slow up-and-down strokes and closer smaller but more intense sucking on my clit. My moans were now continuous, louder and spurring, he slipped a finger into my moist, inviting opening around which my body shuddered instantly and continued sucking me. Starting with small, inch like finger movements, these built up soon to longer and deeper ones; I responded in kind, heaving, panting and groaning. 
 
Both of my nipples were now visibly erect, Sajid loved those sounds of pleasure- those that beg to stop and beg for more at the same time. I bit my lips occasionally, but want’s able to stop moaning; Sajid was now sucking hard and finger-fucking hard, my sticky juices trickling down his chin and slipping out down his finger.
 
“Oh God….” My panting now regular, seemingly in a frequency pattern matching Sajid’s sucking and fingering. I arched my back pushing my breasts up, he added another finger now, stretching me further, without for a second stopping sucking me. This sent me to another level.
 
“Don’t stop….” I shouted, grabbed my tits with both hands, arching my back even further and soon convulsing around Sajid. I growled an inarticulate sound and he needed to hold me back with his other hand as I started thrashing around the counter. Almost mechanically and mercilessly, he continued the finger action, slipping it in and out of me, just watching my gorgeous writhing in front of him, the pure bliss expression on my face and the sight of my hands now kneading my tits. Selfishly, though, he didn’t plan to let me cum then and there. I looked half puzzled and half dissatisfied when he broke the fingering to pull me into a kiss.
 
“I needed some urgent servicing too…” Sajid said, literally burst into a wide smile when he whispered unabashedly in my ears. I was on my knees having pushed him slightly, encouraging him to rest against the table we'd previously been sitting at. He supported himself comfortably against it, awaiting. My left hand wrapped itself gently, almost politely, around his cock and I followed it with the first lick of his undershaft. First surges down his spine occurred, my lips engulfed the tip of his cock, starting sicking it- passionately. He couldn’t contain a moan already, with slow movements, I was already going quite deep. My eyes were closed, passion and lust intertwined. Sajid wasn’t quite sure what was better- the sensations of being surrounded by my hot moist mouth or just the plain sight of my entirely focused on the blowjob, eyes shut and the swaying of my tits whilst as it, with my hard-erect nipples in his view. Every time I allowed his cock to slip of my mouth, which was not often, I would open my eyes to gaze up at him.
 
Sajid cock was back to the moist of my mouth, hardening even more, fast. I focused for some time on the head, letting my sexy snake-like tongue tease it and dance with it, pushing it around. Then, as he sharply drew breath in watching the spectacle, I applied a long tortuous lick from his balls to the head again and back to sucking him off. Now my fingers working in tandem with my mouth, definitely going harder on him. His groans were getting louder, wave after wave of pleasure were coursing through his veins, his cock seemed to just simply linked with his brains, shivers travelling directly up his back getting him what he can only call “sex shudders” Getting it in deeper and deeper, I looked both divine and dirty, and at those times when I was able to look up at him, I just seemed mischievous and wicked. It was when his cock hit the roof of my throat that it was getting too much for him.
 
In response, Sajid grabbed my head involuntarily and let out a long, breathed “Oooohhhhh…” The thought of just fucking my face hard, relentlessly, crossed whatever was left of his mind, but-really- he just wanted to fuck me now. Get into my pussy, make me yell, squirm and beg for mercy. I put up no resistance being sat back up on the counter, with full on smile, I was watching him position his cock next to my pussy, spreading my thighs to accommodate him. The first entry was easy, like through butter- I was incredibly wet. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations, Sajid slowly but firmly moving in and out. Each time I responded with a loud moan, his arms against the counter, supported his weight- I found my fingers. For a second or two, it felt practically romantic, but he was fast becoming completely overwhelmed, now thrusting rhythmically and forcefully.
 
Sajid might have been looking at my face, but he was beginning to lose the sight of it, gradually becoming focused and aware of just my pussy and ass. His hands grabbed my butt and began impaling it onto him. My loud panting sounds and the stickiness of my sweaty skin against him and the slapping of his balls against me all served to spur both of us on. My body, clit, tits and all sprawled against his, was his for the taking. He was in control; my hands were curled into fists, just focused on pleasure and- no doubt about that- submission to him. But his frenzied mind wanted me to serve him more, to submit to him more, I would do all the work. Abruptly, he pulled out of me- clearly to my surprise as my eyebrows went up rather swiftly- and pulled up a chair and instantly sat on it. As he was pulling me down towards him- that supple salacious body of my- I quickly understood what he was planning. I was able to land back on his throbbing cock, supporting the top of my body on my elbows on the counter still and extending my legs to support them on the table behind him.
 
This was a perfect angle for my ass against his groin, I panting the moans that one would expect from a complete novice, a 18 years old losing her virginity, looking down her belly watching his cock vanish inside me. To get things going, he grabbed my butt, impaling me on his thick cock, long wet with my juices. I soon began to ride his cock myself, though, which is what he wanted. This was a perfect, ideal position; he was going deeper than before, I’d my welcoming tits- swaying in front of him- in full view and could watch my clean-shaven pussy landing again and again on his cock. My eyes shut tight, lips parted and dripping spit, I was now clearly ‘using” him for my pleasure- that’s exactly how he wanted it.
 
There was no doubt I was entirely focused on getting myself to cum now- Sajid was moaning too, but mine was a continuous string of moans, groans and yells now.
 
“Enjoying slut?” Sajid asked me. I moaned something back, completely incomprehensibly. The areolas around my nipples seemed to get darker somehow, my moans were graduating now towards low yells. Seeing this and hearing this, no longer was he able to hold still and grabbed my ass, pushing me forcefully down on himself.
 
“Fuck!” I responded first with a loud and my lips, previously partially open, now became just gaping as if struggling for air. My moans and groans now took on that “painful” quality- the kind when pleasure becomes so intense that it is actually unbearable. Goosebumps started appearing all over my skin and I was visibly shaking now, I was getting where he wanted me to be. I almost slowed down, focusing all my energies on the cock penetrating me to get as much friction as I could. Sajid held my thighs firmly all the way until the orgasm, which shook my body into tiny little pieces. My eyes rolled unseeingly as I was being taken over by the crashing elements of my arousal. Sajid pulled me into an embrace, continuing his fucking, riding the rest of it with me, holding me tight. Convulsing, I shouted a guttural, “Oh fuck!!” into his ear, almost deafening him. I arched my back as the wave of ecstasy after wave coursed through me, making my body even sweatier, stickier and sexier.


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Chapter-3

 
 
Next day, after Yash went to office; I skipped over to my closet and choose a light floral summery dress that beautifully emphasized my best assets, hugging my body in all the right places and ended right below my butt. The face that it only had two strings holding it up around my neck eliminated the need for a bra and kept me from feeling uncomfortable in the heat. Smiling, I brushed out my dark hair that ended mid-waist and proceeded to slip on a lacy thong underneath my dress.  Reaching Sajid’s place (Oh…I forgot to mention that the construction of one floor was completed and one of the owner has shifted his goods so that he can gift it to their newly wedded daughter, as Sajid and the other helped the owner to shift  and decorate the flat…the owner gave the keys to Sajid saying he will be sending more in goods in couple of days) I knocked on the door, only to find it unlocked. I let myself in and locked the door behind me.

The flat was big and well decorated. I found Sajid sitting on the kitchen table as if he owned the place and smiled at him before leaning into press my lips against his, to which he responded with a soft groan and a squeeze to my behind. “My doll…I love the dress…you look gorgeous….” He grinned pressing soft kisses to my jawline.

“Thank you…I think you’d love what I’ve underneath this dress even more though…” I said setting my purse on the table, pushing my hair behind my ear before looking at him with a soft smirk.

“Oh…Can I see?” Sajid raised a playful eyebrow, his large, warm hand already gripping my thigh, he licked his lips before smirking.

“What’s the hurry, babe…you can feel it for now…” I shook my head, a teasing smile curving my lips. Sajid’s pupils dilated as he leaned in closer, his hand making an upwards descent on my thighs as he gently pushed them apart “Is that an invitation?”

“Won’t you offer me anything to drink?” I shrugged, determined to keep up my act of nonchalance. Sajid removed his hand from my thigh, where his fingers had just begun to graze the hem of my dress and got up from his chair to retrieve two cans of juice from the fridge along with a couple of packets of snacks. I licked my lips, eyeing the prominent veins in his hands as he set my can down in front of me before popping it open with one hand and sliding it towards me.

“Drink…” he grinned.

“I thought you were going to bend me over this table…and fuck my brains out…” I said, rolled my eyes, crossing my legs defiantly as I presses the can to my mouth taking a long swig.

“I’ll…but I’m waiting for some other goods to be shifted by my boys…” Sajid replied.

“Oh…so what let them come…and if you wish I can blow them too…” I replied.

“You wouldn’t dare…” He said.

“Oh…I would…” I replied back, Sajid was behind me before I could even finish my sentence and was lifting me off the chair to push me flat against the smooth tabletop. One strong hand on my lower back to keep me from moving around too much, he lifted my dress with his other hand. My core clenched as I felt his gaze on my dripping heat where I was certain that I’d soaked my panties through with my juices and I tried to stand up; but he pushed me down again, this time landing a resounding smack against my naked butt cheek.

Heat flourished underneath my sensitive skin and I felt myself grow wetter as he pressed himself closer between my legs, roughly pulling me against himself to grind into me. My mouth dry, I gasped when I felt something cool touching the slightly tingly skin off my butt cheek and I realised he was holding his juice can against it to soothe the burn. I looked back to smile at him seductively before he smirked and landed another harsh smack on my other side, combining the action with a particularly hard thrust against my dripping core.

“Ugggghhhh…” I let out a sigh, instinctively spreading my legs to allow him easier access.

“You’re such a slut for me…” Sajid said and pulled down my panties with one smooth tug and plunged two fingers against my throbbing pussy, stroking the wetness before speaking again “Your greedy little cunt for myself…look…how well it’s taking my fingers…clenching exactly like a pretty little hole…that’s eager to be fucked…”

“Ohh…fuck…” I groaned, bucking my hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers as my legs trembled from the rapidly building orgasm. Sajid was going to make me cum in less than ten minutes of my being alone with him and I couldn’t help but tremble with anticipation. Closing my eyes, I prepared myself for some extra rough fingering now that Sajid knew I was close, but what happened next had my orgasm spiraling out of control as my body shook violently at the sound of the door clicking open. Frantic, my eyes shot to the door and I found myself unable to take my eyes of the four guys, all of whom filles into the living room one after the other carrying furniture, smug smirks lighting up their faces as Sajid continued to pound his fingers into me; adding in another finger right in front of them.

I let out a sharp moan of pleasure as I saw them edging closer, my breathing growing erratic as their eyes visibly darkened at the scene in front of their eyes. My only consolation was that from their vantage point they couldn’t really see my bare pussy or Sajid’s fingers going in and out of me, but I doubted that my flushed face, my body bent over the table and Sajid’s powerful motions that were causing my body to rock with every thrust, left anything to imaginations.  

“Sorry guys…let me finish up this bitch right here…she’s a horny mess right now…” Sajid chuckled from behind me, his thumb massaging my clitoris as my body convulsed, my knees threatening to give out underneath me. I groaned; a lewd noise ricocheted around the room as he smacked my pussy.

I looked at them in the eyes, I moaned as my orgasm hit me hard, somehow sheer vulgarity of the situation making me even more horny than before. I noticed that Ashraf, Sajid’s friend was eyeing me hungrily, his eyes scanning over my parted lips and down to my cleavage where my breasts threatened to fall out of the confines of my low-cut dress.

“Hi….” I smiled at them as brightly as I could and smiled even more when Sajid gave my right boob an appreciative squeeze, before stepping away to tell them where to put the furniture’s. I straightened a little to pull my panties on when Sajid spoke “Just take them off…I’m not done with you yet…” I noticed all of his guys eyes were still fixed on me, some of them even sported hard-ons that they made no effort to hide.

My nipples hardened under the seductive gazes travelling over my body and with a small jolt, I realised that my dress was not in place and they were all probably getting a really good view of my pussy. I pulled my dress as far down as it would go and blushed as Ashraf smirked.

“That’s your bitch?” Maqbool gestured to me before turning to Sajid.   

“Yep…that’s my slut to fuck…” Sajid grinned, turned to me, beckoning me closer “Come here slut…gibe me your panties and introduce yourself to the guys…” he kissed my temple affectionately.


I made sure to hug all the guys and kiss their cheeks before going to stand beside Sajid, not all having missed the way each of them had brushed their hands against my chest or ass before letting me go. And apparently, Sajid had notices it too, he just didn’t seem to mind it though. My cheeks flushed as risqué thoughts invaded my mind. Had he deliberately planned this so he could finger fuck me in front of his guys…does he really want me to be slut to fuck.  

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Chapter-4

 
“Come…sit here…” Sajid beckoned me, patting his lap as the guys sat spread all over the sofa, leaving no space for me to sit except Sajid’s lap.
 
“When you get tired…send her over to ours…we don’t mind…” Ashraf chuckled as Sajid joined in, an understanding of sorts passing between them.
 
“Sure of course…” Sajid smirked as I sat on his lap, unfortunately, the dress was quite short and Sajid’s hands immediately went onto my thighs and I couldn’t do anything to stop him, lest that made me the centre of attention again. Sajid started a movie and I realised that he’d put on a xxx movie with a lot of sex scenes which had them distracted for now. Trying not to blush, I kept my gaze focused on the screen as a guy pushed his girlfriend onto the bed before ripping off her panties, kicking apart her legs and thrusting. The scene played in full detail as moans filled out living room, causing me to squirm. I was really horny and wanted nothing but for Sajid to take me just like the girl being fucked on screen. I yelped when Sajid’s mouth found my earlobe, one of his hands coming up to squeeze my boob and pinch my nipple through my dress.
 
“Do you want my cock…is that what your pretty cunt is making a mess all over my jeans?” Sajid said. I didn’t get much to reply as the girl on screen was flipped over and this time taken from the behind, the guys all seemed extremely engrossed, even wolf-whistling when the girl on screen was railed particularly hard.
 
“Fuck…I wish I was the one pounding into that pussy…” Rafiq, another guy groaned and I noticed he was gently palming himself through his pants.
 
I felt myself growing hotter and didn’t object when Sajid slowly undid his jeans underneath me and whipped out his hard cock to align it against my soaked cunt. I sucked in a breath as I felt him spreading my legs a little farther and hoped no one would look to the side; because one look and all the guys would know that I was being fucked exactly like the girl on the screen. Sajid smirked against my cheek as he pulled my dress up to my waist and rubbed the tip of his thick cock against my pussy lips, coating it with my cum before pushing in. I bit my lip as he thrust in hard, without letting me adjust but thankfully my moan got mixed in with the girl on screen’s and no one seemed to notice.
 
“You like this…you like being railed by my cock…in front of my friends…does it excite you …to be such a dirty little slut…knowing that anyone of them could turn to look at us any moment…” Sajid whispered hotly as both his hands played with my boobs, probably itching to pull down my dress and bare my tits to everyone in the room. I sucked in a deep breath and stayed quite as he continued whispering his lewd thoughts to me, riling me up further and further. “Would it excite you…if I switch off the TV…and make everyone see how well you take my cock…instead of that actress…would you like that…you slut…”
 
I stuttered, biting my lip to keep in the moans as Sajid spread my legs even more, his hands slipping between them to play with my clitoris. Familiar tension coiled in my stomach once again and I felt like I was going to faint from breathlessness as he pounded into me, making little effort to hide what he was doing. I wasn’t surprised, he made it pretty clear that my body was his to use as and when he liked. I was his slut to fuck. But the volume of the film was still pretty loud and no one as much as moved as the girl on screen was taken over and over again by a couple of other guys as well. With sinking realisation, I noticed that she was being taken not just by her boyfriend but also two other guys who took turns fucking her until her face was covered with their cum and seed leaked down her thighs just like it was leaking down mine.
 
“This is such a good movie…” Jamal commented when the scene finally changed after 5 minutes, by then, Sajid had already cum inside me and I was still clenching around his length, my orgasm still surging through my body in shudders.
 
“Sajid…” Ashraf chuckled, suddenly turned to us as I scrambled to close my legs.
 
“What…Ashraf…” Sajid replied casually as if he hadn’t just been fucking the life out of me.
 
“Just wondering…if you’d ever let us have a go at your girl…” Ashraf said.  
 
“Why? You want to?” Sajid stroked my thigh lovingly, his cock still buried deep inside me.
 
“Of course, I want to…I mean look at her…” Ashraf shrugged, he locked eyes with me “She’s a fucking sexy bitch…if you ever allowed me…I sure as hell wouldn’t mind being buried in her pussy…”
 
I clenched hard, Sajid laughed and pinched my nipple again before looking at Ashraf with a gracious grin “Looks like she like the idea…”
 
“What…when did I said I like the idea…” I asked Sajid. 
 
“Don’t you remember when I told you…I’m waiting for my boys…you told me let them see …even you were ready to blow them…how about just Ashraf then…he’s one of my best friends…” Sajid said all the time placing, butterfly kisses on my neck. I looked at Ashraf and saw desire pooled in his eyes, he did want this, I realised; all of them wanted to fuck me.
 
“But only Ashraf…” I admitted.
 
Sajid grinned “That’s my slut…” he squeezed my thigh appreciatively which I loved “Now before you do that…stand up…bend over so that we can see your beautiful pussy…”
 
“Take off that dress…I like to see girls sucking me off naked…” Ashraf added with a smirk.
 
“But they’re all here…” I complained to Sajid.
 
“You’re not going to give them head though…they only get to look…” Sajid persuaded. “Come on…be a good slut…bend over…let them see my cum spilling out of your used cunt…”
 
“You’ve been fucking her…” Rafiq gasped.
 
“Of course, I’ve…” Sajid shot back with a smirk as I stood up from his lap, his cock sliding out of me with a pop, I immediately felt empty but obediently reached for the hem of my dress to take it off. I was really about to do it, I was going to be completely naked in front of Sajid’s friends and go on my knees to suck Ashraf off. Others cheered as I took off the dress slowly partly because of Sajid’s hand on my butt which I knew was going to spank me if I didn’t do things right and partly because of the guys hungry gazes.
 
I figured since I was already doing this, why not give them a show. “Good…” Ashraf whispered as I threw my dress onto the carpet and licked my lips, looking at Sajid for instructions.  
 
“Bend over…spread your legs…so that all of them can have a good look…” Sajid said and tapped my ass. I did as I was told and waited quietly until I heard a phone camera going off; I stood up immediately, turning around to glare at the culprit. It was all five of them.
 
“Guys…make sure you don’t take any photos that reveal my face…” I said.
 
“Yes of course…crawl to me now…” Ashraf smirked, putting his phone away and undoing his pants. I nodded and got onto all fours, slowly crawling when I felt Kalam, the guy who’s been quite so far smack my ass.
 
“What was that for?” I gasped.
 
“For being such a pretty obedient bitch…” Kalam said, squeezed my ass cheek hard, I smile at his cheekiness.
 
“Would you like to spank me once more then…because this is the only time, you’ll see me being a pretty obedient bitch…” I said, batted my eyelashes.
 
“Oh…yes…” Kalam shrugged, and landed another hard smack against my butt, so close to my pussy his fingers barely missed my hole. “Want another one…slut” he smirked as he spanked me again and again and again until I was dripping.
 
“Look…she’s soaking wet now…filthy whore…” Kalam chuckled, rubbing a finger up and down my pussy. I gasped.
 
“Blow me off…” Ashraf said, tugging me to him even as Kalam continued to rub my super-sensitive clitoris. I couldn’t even protest when his fingers entered my cunt though because that was when Ashraf shoved his cock down my throat.
 
To be Continued….

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Chapter-5


Ashraf was merciless, I tried to go slow, gently taking his throbbing cock between my hands and admiring its thick length. Looking up at him, I made sure he would see my tits bounce every time I sucked him and let him pop out of mouth, but he wasn’t patient enough for my teasing and hardly gave me time to breath before he began fucking my face; gripping my hair in his fist and groaning as I hummed around his cock, unable to handle the pleasure Kalam was giving me. Sajid didn’t stop Kalam when he positioned himself behind me, fingering me like his life depended on it and simply sat on the couch watching two of his friends taking me with hooded eyes.
 
Sajid looked like he was thoroughly enjoying his friends treating me like a local whore and the thought made my pussy clench.
 
“Of fuck…Kalam…” I shuddered as Kalam made a come-hither gesture, expertly massaging my walls with his slender fingers and nearly collapsed when wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. Despite my vulnerable state, I was vaguely aware of Rafiq and Jamal setting up a camera to film me getting face fucked by Ashraf and finger fucked by Kalam, but even as I claimed for the third time all I could do was try not to gag so I sucked Ashraf harder, releasing his thick cock with a pop before letting him fuck my mouth again. In his hand, Ashraf had a phone of his own as he filmed me blowing him and smacked my face lightly every time I dared look away from the camera.
 
“Look into the camera…you whore…I want to capture your expressions when I’m going to cum down your throat…” Ashraf said. Extremely turned on, I let him grab at my tits and stiffened when I felt someone’s tongue prodding my vagina; but couldn’t stop sucking or even turn around to look who it was as Ashraf groaned and jerked, emptying his cum down my throat.
 
“Swallow it all…waste a single drop…and I’m going to fuck your pussy too…” Ashraf said, slapping my tits and twisting my nipples until my back arched.
 
“No…I’ll swallow it all…” I shook my head whimpering. I showed my mouth after having swallowed his warm seed and smiled when Ashraf leaned into kiss me, his tongue darting out to taste himself on me. 
 
“Sajid…she is such a bitch…why don’t you bring her with you to the camping…you can show Mustaq who is real man…he always tries to humiliate you…bring her with you and show him…” Ashraf said, dragging his thumb along my lower lip and watching with dark eyes as I eagerly sucked on his thumb. Zapping up his pants, he chuckled “Sajid…you’re lucky old bastard…she’s so good at giving head…it I were you…I’d fuck that mouth every single day…”
 
“Don’t talk about Mustaq…and don’t you worry Ashraf…I do fuck that mouth every single day…and that pussy too… she’s too hot…” Sajid grinned, running a hand through his hair.
 
“Right…” Jamal whistled, three fingers deep into me as I dry heaved, already over stimulated. His tongue flicked against my clitoris as I let out soft mewls, too absorbed in my own pleasure to stop Rafiq. I hardly noticed when Rafiq thrusted his cock down my throat and simply began bobbing my head on his length as if it were a reflex.
 
“That’s right…slut…suck it…” Rafiq said, his fingers digging into my scalp and that’s when I finally realized that I’d unknowingly accepted his advances, but it was too late to turn back now; he was already groaning, his hips jerking ever so lightly as he used my mouth for his own pleasure. “This slut has the prettiest cunt…I’ve ever seen…she’s practically begging to be taken…” Rafiq said, I moaned as I felt another pair of fingers playing with my clitoris. It was getting hard to think clearly. Hands on my body, pulling, tugging, rubbing and groping and I was loving every bit of the attention.   Rafiq cock now sliding in and out of my mouth a little slower, I guessed he was about to cum and doubled my effort.
 
My thighs shook as another orgasm hit me and sure enough, Rafiq, turned on by my moans, shot his load right on my tongue. “Stop…please…I’m too sensitive right now…” I whined to Kalam as soon as I’d swallowed Rafiq’s cum.
 
“I can feel you clenching around my fingers again…you cunt…take it…” Kalam said, flipping me onto my back, he spread open my legs and pushed his tongue into my opening as I squealed in pleasure; if he continued the way he was going, I’d probably let him fuck me too. I tried closing my legs but Kalam was persistent, he glared at me before gesturing Ashraf and Rafiq to keep me still and then; he dived in again, hands squeezing both my breasts and tongue diving in and out of my sweetness as my thighs shook uncontrollably.
 
“Sajid…” I nearly cried, looking at him but he was rubbing himself.
 
“Kalam…just give her one more orgasm…” Sajid said to Kalam then continued “Besides your body is loving it…why are you so averse to it slut?”
 
“Why didn’t you introduce us to your bitch sooner Sajid…she’s such a good whore…” Ashraf commented, teeth grazing against my nipples until my back arched off the carpet. Letting out a sharp moan, I nearly sobbed as I came right into Kalam’s mouth who licked his lips and with a satisfied grin and then, flicked my sensitive clitoris just to annoy me. I just laid there, naked and bare to gaze of Sajid and his friends, trying to catch my breath.
 
Sitting up slowly, I rolled me eyes and stood up shakily, walking towards Sajid who was now looking at me mischievously, my dress clutched in his hands. “You won’t be needing this… come sit on my lap…let’s continue watching the movie…”
 
“What about the videos they made of me…are they going keep them to jerk off to them or something?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
 
“Yes…they’re…now come here…I’ll make sure to edit out your face if it’s visible anywhere …” Sajid nodded.
 
“Okay…” I nodded but turned to warm the others “None of you touch your phone until Sajid is done editing the video…I mean it…” There was a collective sound of approval and we all settled down to continue watching the movie again, but I knew Sajid wasn’t satisfied yet; he wasn’t going to be satisfied until he’d fucked the living daylights out of me. I smirked as I felt something hard poking my inner thigh and pressed onto his lap harder, wiggling my butt as if to get comfortable. I didn’t care how worn out or sore I was, I’d always have energy to fuck Sajid and that was exactly what I was going to do once his horny friends left.
 
 
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Chapter-6

 
I was frustrated; I was thinking Sajid would have asked me to be Mrs. Sajid but instead he wanted me to be ‘Slut to fuck’ I thought if I’ll say him that I’ll blow his friends off he’ll be angry instead he happily shared me with his friends. It’s true that I too enjoyed blowing his friends but I was angry as Sajid was using my body to fulfil his sexual pleasure, showing his friends as if he owns. While watching film with them I came to know that Mustaq had arranged for a week of fishing, camping and canoeing on a beautiful river in the nearby forest. I knew all of them will be drunk out of their minds for most of the trip. And from their talks I knew Sajid dislike Mustaq.
 
When Sajid told them that he’s also planning to go to the camping I started to cry, Sajid tried to comfort me. I think he’d not expected this reaction from me.
 
“You know how much I love you…Yash is also going for a conference for a week…” I said crying and then continued “Who am I going to have sex with for a whole week?” I said it purposely and this is what got Sajid’s attention.
 
“Why don’t I come with you guys…I’ll cook for all of the guys…I’ll not say a word about your or anyone else drinking…I’ll bring along some sexy nightgowns and lingerie to wear at night in our tent…” I said innocently.
 
“That’s sound pretty good to me Sajid…she can cook for us wearing some sexy nightgowns and lingerie…Mustaq will be jealous seeing this…” Ashraf said.
 
“I think this is great idea Reema…you wear the sexy clothes around the camp…but your presence should not put a damper on any of the guys stuff…” Sajid said.   
 
“I promised…” I replied immediately, knowing what I was planning in my mind.
 
Next day we started packing for the trip, we bought food and lots and lots of beers, rum and whiskey for the trip and headed to the river. “I think it will be exciting…if you wear your sexy clothes around the camp…in front of all the guys…” Sajid said, on the way to river.
 
“Have you seen the nightgown and lingerie I brought?” I replied and gave him a funny look.
 
“Yes…you’ll look great in those…” Sajid replied.
 
“Everyone will see my boobs if I do that…are you sure you want to do that?” I replied.
 
“Yes…it will be so sexy…” Sajid said.
 
“Just remember that I’m doing this for you only…are you sure you’ve seen the lingerie I’ve packed…” I said as I knew Sajid had not seen what I’ve packed.
 
“Yeah…sure…it will be great…” Sajid replied. Meanwhile Ashraf, Rafiq and Kamam drew straws to see who would have to ride in a boat with Mustaq. Ashraf lost. It was hot as we started down the river, I was in my biking, which showed a lot of cleavage and was too small. At one point, I jumped in the river to cool off. When I was getting back in the boat, my top was barely covering my huge boobs. Kalam was nearby in another boat and said with a smile “Wow…look at those things…I can’t wait to see her in a nightgown…”
 
We floated and paddled down the river for most of the day and picked a spot to camp for the week. We were in the middle of nowhere, we unloaded the gear and set up our tents, I worked on setting up a camp stove and asked Ashraf and Rafiq to gather firewood. All of them were drinking heavily. As darkness approached, I asked Sajid to come to our tent. “Are you sure you want me to wear these nightgowns, lingerie around these drunk guys for a week?” I asked Sajid in the tent.
 
“Yes…I want you to do it…” Sajid replied.
 
“Just remember that I’m doing it just for you…” I replied and with that I took off all of my clothes and put on a blue, sheer, baby doll nightie. It was not transparent, but it was easy to see my breasts shift and sway under the fabric when I moved; it also showed off my long tan legs and skinny ass. I came out of the tent to hoots and screams from the drunken campers. I cooked dinner with help from all the guys, Kalam and Mustaq made many comments about how great I looked. I saw Sajid laughed when Kalam did it and didn’t when Mustaq said something.
 
We built a big campfire and switched to hard liquor after dinner, everyone, including me was getting looped. We somehow started playing some variation of Truth or Dare, most of the questions were directed to me; I answered all. The guys all learned about my size, from when I was having affair with Sajid and many other facts about me. On the bra size, Ashraf claimed he didn’t believe that I wore a 36B bra, he asked me to prove it. I stood up, grabbed the bottom of my nightgown like I was going to flash them, but giggled and ran to the tent; I brought back a bra to show Ashraf the size which was 36B. I noticed that all of the guys stared me in my flimsy nightgown every time I moved, and when I stood in front of the fire anyone could easily see through my nightgown.  
 
As the night wore on, they suggested that I should take off my clothes or perform some sex act on everyone, but nobody did anything and me and Sajid went to bed before them, I climbed of top of Sajid, grabbed his cock and jammed it into my very, very wet pussy. I started moaning loudly, much louder than usual; of course, in a tent everyone outside the tent could hear everything. I knew the guys were listening to me ride Sajid’s cock and moan loudly and I loved it to the show I was putting on. Sajid started fucking me even harder knowing everyone was listening, I was moaning and screaming loudly. Within Five minutes I came loudly after being fucked, everyone in the camp could hear me orgasm. Sajid watched my tits jiggle and sway as I pumped up and down on his cock, Sajid managed to hold off and cum at the same time I did. I went to sleep thinking how horny the other guys were going to be before this trip was over.
 
The next morning, I woke Sajid by sucking his cock, once, he woke up; I climbed on top of him again and loudly fucked him again. If anyone was asleep when we started, they weren’t for long. I’d another orgasm as Sajid fucked me and I screamed even louder then I did the first time. I was making all of that noise on purpose, but Sajid didn’t noticed it. I went to take a bath in the river and Sajid went out to make coffee.  
 
Ashraf was starting the fire, when he saw Sajid he said “We heard Reema fucking your brains out this morning and last night…she is unbelievably hot…” Sajid agreed.  They were near where I was taking bath so I could hear them.
 
“You should have seen Mustaq face…” Ashraf said.
 
“He must be feeling humiliated…I guess so…” Sajid replied.
 
“Yes…I think sure…” Ashraf replied and started sipping his coffee.
 
“Oh my God…” Ashraf said in shook we he saw me walking into the camp wearing only my bra and panties, the bra and panties were white and lacy and partially transparent. It was easy to see my nipples through the lacy fabric of the bra, stretched to the limit resulting a huge amount of my cleavage was showing.
 
“I didn’t have a towel…so I thought I would just put these on…until I dry off…this doesn’t show any more than my bikini…and I thought everyone would like me in this outfit…” I smiled and said as Sajid and Ashraf stared me.
 
“You look great…” Ashraf replied and Sajid gave a nod. I fixed breakfast in my bra and panties, all of the guys complimented me on how great I looked, Ashraf also pointedly asked me about the noise coming out of our tent. I just laughed and enjoyed the attention. They had a great day swimming, fishing and boating. That evening I put on a long, very sheer nightgown that was very low cut, my breasts were mostly exposed; the nightgown left little to the imagination, every-time I bent over a little they could see most of my terrific tits.
 
Sajid had a hard-on watching me fix dinner. Ashraf and Rafiq grab my tits while I cooked, I would just laugh and tell them to be good. After dinner, all of them started drinking. I was sitting near Sajid when Ashraf and Kalam, came and said they were going insane looking at me and listening to me get fucked. Ashraf said they were so horny they were about to burst. I knew they really were going crazy.
 
“I know she is your girl…but do you think she might be able to…give us a hand job or something…Please…” Ashraf said and went away.
 
“It’s up to her…if she wants…I’m not going to object…” Sajid replied.
 
“I thought they like seeing me show off for them…”  I said and gave a big kiss to Sajid.
 
“They do…they like it so much that they’re unbelievably horny…” Sajid replied.
 
“Should I go put some clothes on?” I giggled.
 
“No…in fact they wanted a hand job…if you don’t mind…slip off with my friends Ashraf, Rafiq and Kalam quietly …to their tents…or down by the river…and gave them a little relief with your hand…don’t include that asshole Mustaq…try not to make it too obvious what you’re doing…” Sajid said.
 
“Okay…if you want me to do that…I’ll go it…but where do you want these guys to shoot their sperm…when they…you know, finish…” I said with a beautiful smile.
 
“Anywhere you want them too…tell me about it later in our tent…” Sajid suggested.
 
“You’re such a good friend to these guys…I’ll take care of this for you…” I said, with that, I gave him a long passionate kiss and went back to the campfire. 
 
 
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Chapter-7

 
 
Sajid watched as I went to the campfire where Ashraf was sitting, I whispered into his ears, and we quietly slipped into the darkness in the direction of Ashraf’s tent. As soon as I entered Ashraf’s tent, he took his cock out, I went on my knees and took his hard cock in my mouth.
 
“Reema…I’m Cumming…Reema…” Ashraf shouted as he was near his orgasm, everyone at the campfire looked at Sajid.
 
“I knew…just like your wives…you can’t handle your girl…I knew she’ll fuck others…but I didn’t know…she would do it in such a humiliating way…” Mustaq snickered and said to Sajid. 
 
“Fuck you…Mustaq…” was all Sajid was able to get out of his mouth before I came out of Ashraf’s tent, my entire chest soaked in Ashraf’s cum; my cleavage was wet and the lack top of my nightgown was wet and now more transparent. Everyone could easily see my nipples as I tried to rub the cum off my chest with my hands.
 
“Would you like me to give you a hand job…Rafiq?” I said rather meekly, turning to Rafiq. Rafiq eagerly agreed and we headed down by the river in the dark; Sajid focused on drinking whiskey with Kalam and Ashraf as they waited for me and Rafiq to return. After 15 minutes we returned back, I’d more cum on the top of my breasts and on my hands. Rafiq received high fives from Ashraf and Kalam, and I tried to locate all of the spots on my body that had globs of cum. With all of them looking, I stood in the light of the fire and scooped a glob of somebody’s cum from between my boobs, it was dripping off my hands and I looked around for a towel or something.
 
Without thinking, I licked my fingers like I would when I was cooking or eating something.  
 
“Oh my god…she’s swallowing your cum…Rafiq…” Ashraf noticed instantly.
 
“I guess I let the cat out of the bag as to whether I’ll swallow…” I looked at my hand and blushed. Kalam announced it was his turn and quickly escorted me to his tent. Kalam’s cock was bigger than Ashraf and Rafiq.
 
I returned 10 minutes later with cum on my face and in my hair, Sajid was rock hard; he grabbed my hand and said, “Come with me to bed….”
 
“Hold it…it’s my turn…” Mustaq said.
 
Sajid grabbed my hand and continued to our tent, I stopped him and whispered, “Shouldn’t I give Mustaq a hand job too?”
 
“Hell no…he can go fuck himself…” Sajid shouted.
 
“That wouldn’t be nice for either one of us…one reason I love you so much is…that you’re nice and kind to people…” I stopped Sajid and spoke. Sajid couldn’t say no to that with me staring into his eyes and said “Yes”
 
“I’ll be in the tent as soon as Mustaq finish…” I kissed Sajid and said. Sajid couldn’t bear to look at Mustaq’s face as I hurried over to him. Sajid went to out tent and waited for me. After half hour I returned to our tent, immediately pulled my nightgown over my head which caused my firm heavy breasts to bounce and then gently sway back and forth as I moved. In fact, they continued to move about thirty seconds after the rest of my body had stopped. I moaned as Sajid licked my tits that still had both dry and wet cum all over them. I moan loudly as he licked the cum of other guys off of my beautiful tits. I giggled as he licked my face that still had cum on it thinking this is the beginning of the humiliation, I’ve planned for him. 
 
I was completely horny and soaking wet from my evening activities, I came immediately as soon as Sajid stuck his cock in my pussy; Sajid usually kiss when he enters me, he tried to kiss me, but I said “Darling…you know…I love to kiss you…but I need to brush my teeth first…”
 
“I didn’t care…” Sajid said and kissed me passionately, I knew he tasted an odd, sweet taste in my mouth.
 
“Where did that bastard Mustaq came at the end of your hand job?” Sajid asked as he slowly fucked me.
 
“I won’t tell you…” I replied.
 
“Come on…answer me…” Sajid asked.
 
“I shouldn’t baby…I just did the hand job like I did to others…” I replied, tried to distract him by humping him harder and faster.
 
“Come on…tell me where that shithead came on you…” Sajid said little distracted.
 
I stopped fucking him and replied “I let his shoot in my mouth…and I swallowed so that there would be no mess…”
 
“You sucked that asshole’s cock…” Sajid shouted.
 
“No…I just let him cum in my mouth at the end…” I replied acting to cry and then continued “I was just trying to do what you wanted…please don’t be mad…I love you with all my heart…” and started to cry softly, staring at Sajid’s eyes. Sajid hesitated for a minute and then gave me a long, passionate open-mouthed kiss getting a taste of the cum of a guy he can’t stand in his girl’s mouth. We’d awesome sex and went to sleep.
 
On the second morning of a week-long camping trip, as soon as we woke up; we started fucking like animals, both me and Sajid were unbelievably horny, after we both came, I was lying on my back and Sajid was slightly moving my shoulder or arm watching my firm tits roll around like big water balloons on my chest. I put up with that for a few minutes before I slap him playfully, it was embarrassing to me to have him watching my tits roll around, but I admitted that I really like the constant attention my big boobs brought me. Before we left the tent, we talked about the night before.
 
I’d given hand jobs to the other four guys on the trip, I told Sajid that the hand jobs were fun, and it made me very horny to have sex with him in the tent. We talked about Mustaq, the guy Sajid hated most Cumming in my mouth at the end of the hand job. I swear that it was my idea to keep from getting more sperm on my nightgown.
 
“I understand how it happened…I’m not crazy about Mustaq Cumming in your mouth…let’s try to keep it to just hand jobs…” Sajid told me.
 
“I’ll…I’m sorry that happened…hopefully…nobody will know what I did…” I said.
 
“I’ll keep it just between us…” Sajid said as he gave me a big kiss.  I put on some clothes and went to take a bath in the river, Sajid got up to make some coffee.
Everyone else was starting to roll out of bed, it seemed that all the guys were hung over, including Sajid. Ashraf was passing on the coffee and going straight to a beer in an effort to feel better. Just as I’d the day before I came back from my bath in just my bra and panties; the guys were at full attention watching me walk up the path and into the camp, my boobs bounced with each step. I walked up to Sajid, gave him a kiss and explained that since we have forgotten to pack towels, I didn’t want to put on my clothes yet.
 
“Besides…I think everyone kind of likes me to dress this way…” I looked around, smiled at the guys and said. That morning I’d on a black bra and matching panties, they were lacy, and the bra pushed my giant boobs up and out even more than they did naturally. I put my wet hair in ponytail and started fixing breakfast. Ashraf joined Kalam in a breakfast beer, while I was fixing breakfast, they grabbed my ass or came up behind me and groped my both boobs. I never said no to the groping, I just laugh and say “be nice” or “be good” while the guys finished groping my boobs. Sajid noticed when Rafiq grabbed my tits from behind, I actually leaned back into him. At breakfast things got worse, we’re all eating our breakfast sitting around the fire.
 
“I just want to clear something with you before we start our day…we all know that she sucked Mustaq’s cock last night…and we wanted to make sure…that it was okay with you if she does that for the rest of us today…” Ashraf said to Sajid in front of the entire group.
 
Sajid was speechless, I quickly responded “Ashraf…there has been some misunderstanding …I didn’t suck Mustaq’s cock last night…”
 
Ashraf looked at Mustaq who said “I came in her mouth…and she swallowed my cum…” Mustaq made a point of giving Sajid a condescending smirk as he said that.  
 
“Yes…he did cum in my mouth…and I did swallow it…but it was not a blowjob…it was just the end of the hand job…” I replied.
 
“No matter what you call it…is it okay if you do that with the rest of us today?”  Ashraf said.
 
“If it’s okay with Sajid…I don’t mind…if you guys cum in my mouth…” looking at Sajid, I replied. Everyone looked at Sajid, who truly didn’t know what to say; so, he said “Let me think about it…I’ll let you know…” All of them started to apply pressure on Sajid to consent, they worked on him all morning as they were fishing. I was sunbathing near the spot they were fishing, I heard them begged, joked, argued with Sajid, they reminded Sajid of their close friendships and all they had been through together. I left to the camp to start lunch, about noon Ashraf and Rafiq finally convinced Sajid. Ashraf didn’t wait a minute after Sajid said “yes” before he reeled in his line and headed back to the camp.
 
I was preparing lunch when Ashraf came running and said “Finally Sajid agreed…now we guys can have blowjob from you…”
 
“How can he agree to that? What make him to agree that…” I asked Ashraf pretending to be little angry.  
 
“The argument that finally put him over the top was the argument that the only guy to cum in your mouth was Mustaq and we all agreed that Mustaq was an asshole…” Ashraf replied.
 
“So…can I’ve one now…” Ashraf asked said and dropped his shorts, I went on my knees and started giving him a blowjob.
 
Around 3 o’ clock I took Sajid and Rafiq lunch wearing my string bikini. Both of them were drunk and had caught lot of fish from the riverbank.  I gave Rafiq a peck on the cheek and kissed Sajid on his lips. Sajid told me he wanted to talk to me privately about tonight.
 
“Ashraf already told me that you said it’s okay for me to use my mouth on these guys…he said this is the greatest day of his life…” I said.
 
“Yes, it probably the greatest day of Ashraf’s life…Ashraf didn’t have great luck with good looking women…” Rafiq said and we all laughed.
 
“I want to talk privately…to make sure…this is really something you want to do at the end of the hand jobs…” Sajid said.
 
“I was happy to do it after you decided that you wanted me to do it…after Ashraf told me that you’ve decided that you wanted me to give these guys blowjobs…I gave Ashraf a blowjob right then…I though this is what you wanted…” I replied acting little confused.
 
“I thought you were just going to use your mouth at the end of a hand job…like you did with Mustaq…I didn’t know you were going to suck his cock…” Sajid said.
 
“Ashraf must have misunderstood too…because as soon as he told me about your decision… he dropped his shorts…and asked me to get on my knees…I knew that sucking his cock there in the middle of the camp was not the right thing to do…I would look like a slut…but, he was so excited…and I want your friends to like me…so, I got on my knees right in front them…” I replied acting little worried.  
 
“In front of them…who was there?” Sajid asked.
 
“Kalam and Mustaq…when I was thinking about it…Mustaq told me that everyone knows what I’m doing anyway…so there is no harm in doing it in front of them…I’d to agree with that…” I replied.
 
“Wow…you gave Ashraf a blowjob with an audience watching?” Rafiq jumped in and said.
 
“Yes…Ashraf seemed to like it…” I said meekly.
 
“You sucked Ashraf’s cock where these other guys could watch?” Sajid asked.
 
“Yes…Ashraf was talking to them…telling them what I was doing with my mouth…and how good it felt…it must have felt really good…because Ashraf didn’t last very long…” I replied back.
 
“I guess you swallowed his cum?” Sajid asked.
 
“Yes…I swallowed Ashraf’s as well as Mustaq’s…but Kalam came on my face and boobs…” I replied innocently.
 
“You sucked the dicks of all three guys…right out there in the open?” Sajid closed his eyes and said.
 
“I thought sucking all four guys was the idea…” I replied.
 
“Did it turn you on to give them blowjobs?” Sajid asked trying to lighten things up.
 
“With Kalam and Ashraf…it was exciting…I swallowed each of their cock down to the base…” I didn’t finish my sentence when Sajid interrupted “I guess you didn’t enjoy sucking Mustaq’s…I can understand that…”  
 
“It isn’t what you think…if you promise not to be mad at me…I’ll tell you…” I replied.
 
Sajid was speechless for a minute but said “Why I’ll be mad at you…”
 
 “Mustaq have the biggest cock…and he was kind of rough with me…he also called me names…” I replied.
 
“What names?” Rafiq asked.
 
“I can’t say those sort of names…” I replied.
 
“Come on…we can ask Kalam and Ashraf…we won’t think less of you…if you tell us his words…” Sajid said.
 
“Remember you promised me…you won’t be mad at me…” I said.
 
“Yes…I remember…” was all Sajid could reply.
 
“Mustaq kept me calling me a cocksucker…it sounds so nasty…I guess I’m a cocksucker… he then said to me suck it bitch…suck my cock cunt…” things like that and jammed his long cock down my throat hard when he came.
 
“Did he hurt you?” Sajid asked.
 
“No…you know I’m used to take your big cock down my throat…” I replied. Three of us started back to the camp, I asked Sajid to come to our tent when we got to camp.
 
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Chapter-8

 
“I’ve never been so horny in my entire life…make me cum Sajid…” Once inside the tent, I removed my bikini and said. I spread my legs and directed Sajid to my totally sopping wet pussy; the second he started licking my pussy, I started to moan and within a minute or two, I’d a shuddering moaning orgasm.
 
“Sucking dicks makes you horny…doesn’t it?” Sajid asked.
 
“God…yes…do you want me to suck your now…or would you rather save it until the end tonight?” I moaned.
 
“Do you think I’m acting like a slut? I don’t care what others…but you’re the one I want to please..." I looked at Sajid seriously and said.
 
“You’re acting just a little bit slutty…but I love every minute of it…” Sajid replied.
 
“Then…if you want…I’ll be little more slutty for you tonight…” I said and started kissing him all over his face.
 
“I would love that…” Sajid replied not wondering what that meant. I told Sajid to get ready because I’d a surprise for him and all of the others tonight.
 
“Before you go…I need some help…since I don’t have a mirror…” I said before Sajid left the tent.
 
“Sure…” Sajid replied.
 
“Do I still have sperm in my hair?” I asked him. Sajid looked, found some dried cum near my pony tail, he helped me get the cum out of my hair and then went out to start the evening drinking. Everyone was in good mood; everyone was getting geared up for the evening activities with me. I took long time to get ready, it was almost dark and they had the fire going when I made my entrance.
 
I came out wearing a white mesh and lace teddy that Yash had bought for me, everyone could see my cute little ass and my pussy through the white mesh of the teddy. My giant tits were covered only by a thin almost transparent layer of lace and mesh; I wouldn’t have shown much more if I took off the teddy. The crowd went wild, I just smiled and started to cook dinner. As usual, they groped my tits and pussy as I worked on dinner, in the mesh teddy, they all can noticed my great ass. Whenever one of the guys would grab my tits or fondle my ass, I would just laugh and say “Be careful…someone will see you feeling me up…” or “You need to be good…or you’ll get me excited…” other times I just smile and said “Please be nice…”
 
“We’re going to play a game…each guy would take a turn…asking me to do something…if it’s okay with Sajid…I’ll do it…” I said as they were eager for tonight activities.
 
Kalam came to me and whispered, I looked towards Sajid and said “Kalam want me to show my tits to everyone…is that okay with you…”
 
“Everyone has seen most of them anyway…so the answer is yes…” Sajid replied. I pushed the thin straps off of my shoulders and slowly lowered the teddy top, my big boobs bounced out of the top; I stood there and blushed bright red as my boobs slowly swayed in front of me. Every time I moved the tits would sway and jiggle some more, my nipples were hard and stuck out about a quarter of an inch.
 
Next was Rafiq, who came to me and whispered me in my ears; again, I looked at Sajid and said “Rafiq requested me to lay down and spread my legs for everyone to see…”
 
Sajid thought about it for a minute and said “Yes”. I went to a cot that we’d been using as a makeshift chair or table; I lay back on the cot and shyly spread my legs until they were wide open. As the mesh of the teddy didn’t hide anything, everybody could plainly see my pussy spread open; I was blushing and obviously everyone was loving the view.
 
Next was Mustaq, he came and whispered into my ears, once again I turned to Sajid and said “May I please have everyone, one at a time; tell me I’m a cock sucking whore…”  I saw after a little hesitation Sajid replied “yes”.
 
I started with Mustaq who said gruffly “You’re a cock sucking whore…”
 
“I guess we all know I’m a cock sucker…I don’t think I’m a whore…since I do it for free…” I laughed and said. I agreed with all of them one at a time that I was a cock sucker, I even said that it was hard to deny I was a cock sucked when most everyone had seen me with a cock in my mouth.
 
I next consulted with Ashraf and then turned to Sajid and said “May I suck the cock of each of the guys in front of you?” I think Sajid know this was coming, so, he said “yes”. All of them went crazy. Rafiq had obviously given this some thought and took charge, he pulled the cot into the full light and then told me to get on the cot in the doggy position. I did and I knew I looked sexy on all fours in my teddy with my big tits hanging down. Rafiq stripped quickly and stood naked before me with his cock starting to get hard. I’d my hair in a pony tail and my head was up waiting for a cock.
 
Rafiq bent down and kissed me and rubbed my tits which were hanging down beneath me, then he put his cock right in front of my face, Sajid watched as I lick another man’s cock. Rafiq had a big cock and it was quickly getting harder as I worked on it, he’d me lick his balls with his big cock laying across my forehead.
 
“I want you to take it all…” Rafiq said.
 
“Okay…” I replied and proceeded to devour his entire cock all the way to the base. Rafiq flinched as my mouth went to the base and stayed there, I knew that I could do that all day, but no guy could keep Cumming if I did if for very long. Sajid watched me in doggy position with a big cock down my throat as Rafiq said “Suck it harder…” My cheeks indent as I sucked harder on Rafiq’s cock. Rafiq moaned as I gave him head like he’d never received.
 
Rafiq started pumping his cock in and out of my sucking lips, he went slowly at first and then faster and faster. Finally, he grabbed my head and started face fucking me hard, like a trooper; I kept on sucking hard as he face-fucked me. Finally, he let out a moan and pulled his cock and came all over my face and hair.
 
I looked at Sajid first, then I looked right into Rafiq’s eyes and said “Thank you…” Without giving me time to wipe off my face, Kalam took Rafiq’s place and had me get on my knees in front of him. I quickly put Kalam’s fat cock in my mouth, he was laughing and shouting and telling me to suck it harder. I did, I looked so sexy with my mouth stretched around Kalam’s fat cock, I’d my mouth completely full of cock; but still sucked it and even showed I could deep throat. I knew Kalam was about to cum when Ashraf pulled off his shorts and started rubbing his cock on the side of my face while I bobbed on Kalam’s cock. I started alternating between the two cocks, after a few minutes of me sucking two hard cock, Kalam yelled loudly and shot cum all over my face and boobs.
 
Seeing that, Ashraf couldn’t control himself and came on the side on my face and on my boobs too, the lacy top of my teddy was soaked in cum. I saw Sajid watching me with emotions, I think he was actually tearing up and crying for some reason. Next was Mustaq, Mustaq had me get back into the doggy position on the cot, he’d his pants off and I’d to admit that he’d a very large cock; it was bigger and longer than Sajid’s.
 
Mustaq didn’t let me wipe any of the cum off of me. He ordered me to tell him that I’d dick breath.
 
“I’ve dick breath…” I said.
 
Next, he told me to tell him that I was a cock sucking slut.
 
“I’m a cock sucking slut…” I said.
 
Next, he stuck his cock in my mouth and then pulled it out abruptly and made me say I’m Mustaq’s bitch.
 
I looked at Sajid, and said “I’m Mustaq’s bitch…” Finally, he stuck his big cock in my mouth and then abruptly pulled it out and said “Tell me you are worthless slut whose proper place in the world is on your knees with a cock in your mouth.”
 
“No…don’t do that…Knock it off Mustaq…or this is going to end right now…” Sajid shouted.
 
“It’s okay…” I looked at Sajid, smiling through all of the cum. I then looked at Mustaq and said “I’m a worthless slut…whose proper place in the world is on my knees…with a cock in my mouth…” I looked at Sajid, his face was like he is going to cry.
 
Mustaq then rammed his big cock into my mouth, I stayed with him and swallowed his cock down my throat; Mustaq would pull his cock almost out of my mouth and then would jam all 11 inches down my throat to the base.
 
“Suck it cunt…suck a real man’s cock…bitch…” Mustaq moaned. I sucked it, he grabbed my ponytail and jammed my head down hard on his cock; I somehow had the entire thing down my throat.
 
“Drink my cum…bitch…” Mustaq said after mouth-fucking me for ten minutes. I swallowed every drop, Mustaq shoved my head back and walked to his tent. Others were silent and clearly didn’t know what to do, I was huffing and puffing trying to catch my breath; I was still in doggy position.
 
“What an asshole…do you think we can just throw him in the river with some rock tied to his feet…” Rafiq said. Sajid came near me, put his arms around me and took me to our tent. I was tired, but wasn’t upset as the rest of them. I smiled at Sajid when we got in the tent and said “I did all this…just to please you…you don’t know how much I love you…”
 
“Of-course…I know how much you love me…” Sajid said and pulled off his shorts, pushed the bottom of my teddy aside and rammed his cock into my pussy in one push. I screamed and then I gave him a long passionate kiss, Sajid must have tasted like cum as I’ve swallowed Mustaq’s cum. Sajid watched as, my cum soaked body reacted to his hard cock ramming my pussy. I was out of control as I’ve ever been, I clearly loved being taken by all of those guys and clearly loved being fucked by Sajid.
 
I came in very short time, Sajid was also excited watching my big tits shake and the cum dripping from my face and tits as I came that he filled my pussy with his cum.  
 
 
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Chapter-9

 
Next morning when I woke up, I found Sajid staring at my face; I immediately kissed him passionately. I still had dried cum on my face, hair and tits. After a few minutes of kissing Sajid said “I’m feeling guilty…I somehow let you to show off your awesome body for my friends…I let you give hand jobs to those guys…I let you suck their cocks…Mustaq forced you to say demeaning things in front of whole group…I felt absolutely terrible about doing this to you…I’d let you down by not protecting you from all of this…I’d taken advantage of you…I think I’d to end these things…”  
 
“Sajid…we can leave if you want to…but I’ve never had more fun in my entire life…I love to show off for you…I love you for worrying about me…but I’m fine…in fact, I think I’m slut to fuck…” I gave him a big smile and said, I climbed on top of him with my tits swaying and bouncing as I did; then with no foreplay, I grabbed his cock which was already hard and inserted in my pussy. I proceeded to ride and made enough noise to let everyone in the camp know I was getting fucked. I came first with a great deal of shuddering and moaning, Sajid rolled me off of him and started fucking me doggy style until he came in my pussy. Lying together on a sleeping bag in the tent we talked.
 
“I know it’s sexy and hot for you to make the guys cum…but the way this whole thing happened was crazy…me and you should decide together…if you’re going to show off or play around…” Sajid said.
 
“I agree…but isn’t it a little too late for that…I’ve already had oral sex with all of them…” I said.
 
“Right…but…we should stop for now unless…me or you decide to do it anymore…I’ll tell the guys…there won’t be anymore blowjobs for now…” Sajid said.
 
“Before we came…I told them…I would wear sexy clothes around the camp…I guess I can show off for them a little…” I replied.
 
“Sure…you should still show off for the guys…” Sajid smiled and said.
 
“And can they still grope me while I cook?” I asked.
 
“Yes…they can still grope you if you want to be groped…” Sajid said.
 
“Great…I’m going to take a bath in the river…to get all of this dried cum off of me…and out of my hairs…oral sex with a bunch guys is kind of mess…” I said gathering my things for a bath. As I was ready to go I said “Most of the lingerie…I’ve left to wear is pretty revealing… the guys are in for a real show…when I wear this stuff…this will be pretty embarrassing to wear around the camp…” I slipped on a t-shirt and left the tent.
 
Sajid went out for some coffee, trying to remember what lingerie I’d left to wear. Rafiq and Ashraf were up and had started the coffee.
 
“Is she alright…” Rafiq asked Sajid.
 
“I talked to her this morning…she is doing fine…” Sajid replied.
 
“Wow…most girls would have freaked out…when Mustaq was so mean…and rough with her in front of everyone else…” Rafiq said.
 
“I know…but it did not seem to bother her…as much as it bothered me…” Sajid said and then told them that I was not going to be doing anymore blowjobs.
 
“I’ll talk with her doing something again with you guys…but I doubt it…Things got out of control so quickly…we decided it was not a good idea…though…she’ll be showing off for you guys in lingerie…” Sajid replied.
 
“Looking at a gorgeous housewife…with no clothes on…and not being able to get any relief is torture…” Ashraf said. They were talking when I came down the path from the river, as I did each morning; I’d on only my bra and panties after my bath, but this time I was holding my t-shirt in front of me.
 
“Reema…it’s a tradition for you to cook…breakfast in your underwear…why are you hiding behind t-shirt?” Ashraf asked.
 
“I think Sajid had already told you all…I’m not going to do anything from now…” I replied. Rafiq and Ashraf started pleading to me, I looked at Sajid and he nodded in okay. I threw my t-shirt and showed them my matching red, transparent bra and panties which didn’t hide anything. My nipples were in plain sight, all of them were almost speechless. I blushed and acted shy, for a few minutes I tried to cover myself with my hands or hide my body by hugging Sajid. After few minutes and after Sajid told me several times that I looked awesome, I regained my composure and started to walk around normally.
 
“I need help with breakfast…” I smiled and said, I didn’t have any trouble getting help from them.
 
When Kalam came out his tent, he went crazy when he saw me practically naked fixing breakfast, he was almost drooling as he just openly stared at me. Ashraf was periodically groping my big tits and Mustaq was making rude comments about what a slut I was. Sajid and Rafiq stretched out in camp chairs and popped open beers and watched the show. They laughed at me fending off Ashraf and Kalam. Sometimes, I let them feel me up and made no effort to hide the fact I was being fondled.
 
Kalam started grabbing his cock, rubbing it through his shorts as he watched me; he went near Sajid and said “I need a blowjob bad…is she giving head this morning?”
 
“Sorry…We’re shutting down the blow jobs…” Sajid replied.
 
“I was afraid that she’ll call off our fun after Mustaq was such a jerk last night…” Kalam said, they all put on bathing suits and spent the day swimming in the river in the clear water of the river, boating, sunbathing, fishing and of course drinking. I was in my blue string bikini; the top had no built-in bra or support; my breasts keep swaying or jiggling for a few seconds after I’d stopped walking or moving. In the middle of the afternoon, Rafiq pulled out several bottles of tequila, some limes, salt and a cutting board, he sat in a chair by the river, cut slices of lime and poured shorts of tequila into little cups.
 
Everyone gathered around Rafiq on the sand near the river, drank the shots and had fun. I joined in the shots even though I’m not a big drinker. We all were over served. Kalam started bragging about some great meal his mother taught him to make, so we’ll appointed him the chef for the evening. We moved from the river back to the camp. Ashraf and Kalam were about as drunk as they could be and they started trying to talk Sajid into letting me suck their cocks again.
 
“That is a matter for her to decide after talking to me…you guys are not in that loop…” Sajid told them. So, Ashraf said “Great…come here Reema…we’ll give you a little coaching on what to discuss with your boyfriend…” with that, Ashraf, Kalam and me huddled up 10 or 15 feet away from where Rafiq and Sajid were sitting and drinking tequila.
 
We’d a long discussion, then with me in front, they went to talk to Sajid. I couldn’t control my laugh as I said “As a humanitarian gesture…I would like to perform oral sex on Ashraf and Kalam…”
 
“No…not oral sex…” Kalam shouted.
 
“Ladies don’t use profanity in public…I can’t say what you want me to say…” I replied giggling.
 
“Oh God…just say it…just like we taught you…” Ashraf pleaded.
 
“Okay…but these are not my words…” I said and then turned to Sajid and said “As a humanitarian gesture…I would like to suck Ashraf and Kalam’s cocks…”
 
“You left out massive throbbing cocks…but that was close enough…” Ashraf said.
 
“I’m not a humanitarian…the answer is NO….” Sajid said, the guys groaned and they huddled up with me again. We were soon back, I tried to avoid using their language again but finally said “Sajid…it’s my dream…to have Ashraf and Kalam…fuck my brains out…would that be alright?”
 
Everyone laughed and Sajid said “No…” Me and my coaches took time to drink a shot of tequila and then huddled again, I said “Would it be alright if I use my breasts on their cocks?” Ashraf and Kalam groaned loudly. So, I gave up and giggles as I said “Is it okay if I titty fuck these guys with my big naked boobs?”
 
“Show him the move we taught you…” Ashraf said. I rolled my eyes at them, bent over from the waist in front of Sajid; showing huge amount of cleavage and wiggles my upper body side to side to jiggle my big tits for him.
 
“I don’t think so even though…I loved the show….” Sajid said, the next coaching session lasted long as I didn’t want to say what they were asking me to, finally I stood before Sajid and said “Can I please have anal sex with Ashraf and Kalam?” 
 
“That’s no way to ask that question…” Ashraf said. I blushed and said “Can Ashraf and Kalam butt fuck me…please…”
 
“I can’t believe you talked me into saying that…” I said slapping Ashraf and Kalam playfully, but the answer was again no. The guys had me ask Sajid if I could lick their asses, they could suck my tits and if they could tie me up. The answers were always no, but it was really funny and we’ll were laughing the whole time.
 
“I think she is the one who called off the blow jobs…after Mustaq was so mean to her…but it seems like you’re the one saying no instead…I think she might be up for more fun…” Ashraf said to Sajid. Suddenly Sajid face colour changed as he said “It was both of us…but I felt like everyone could tell that it was me…” I kept silent and didn’t say anything. As soon as we finished the dinner Kalam had made, I excused myself to go change out of swimsuit and to put on my nightgown. Sajid had consumed so much tequila, he could barely walk but he followed me to our tent.
 
“All of my buddies really want you…they can barely control themselves…” Sajid said.
 
“I think they’re pretty disgusted with me…for acting like such a tease…I know you don’t like Mustaq…but he called me a very nasty name…when I told him I could not have oral sex with him again…” I replied.
 
“Mustaq is an asshole…but I do feel sorry for my friends…it turns me on so much…to hear about you having sex with another guy…but in some way it makes me feel jealous…” Sajid said.
 
“You shouldn’t feel jealous…I love you…and the only reason…I’m naughty with these guys …is because you get so excited…when I tell you about it…” I said gave him a passionate kiss and said "Why don’t I go flirt with the guys…then we can have fun in bed…as I tell you what I did…” I knew why Sajid was feeling embarrassing, but he was far from admitting it. 
 
“That sounds great…don’t be too naughty…” Sajid said.
 
“I thought having naughty stories to tell you was the whole idea…” I smiled and said. I put on a light blue nightgown, this nightgown was made of some sort of soft stretchy material and it was very thin. It was skin tight and showed every inch of my big, full boobs and it was extremely short, it barely covered my ass and pussy. I didn’t wear my panties.
 
“Go out to see the guys…I’ll just lie here in the tent…hurry back and tell me what you have been doing…” Sajid said. I kissed him again and left the tent. As soon as I left tent Sajid became restless.
 
I was sitting between Ashraf and Kalam by the fire, everyone was drunk, Sajid went out to grab a couple of beers and a flashlight for a walk. He told us to have fun and went on his walk down the river. He was restless, his mind spinning, dying to know what I was doing.
 
After few minutes Kalam took me to his tent, Kalam is a huge guy weighing over 90 Kgs and was crude especially when he was drunk.  “Take that gown off…so I can watch your big tits while you suck my cock…” Kalam said. I pulled my gown over my head revealing my body.
 
“Did you suck Ashraf’s cock?” Kalam said.
 
“Yes…he loves that…” I replied. 
 
“Any guy would love to…have you sucking away at his cock…swallowing his cum…did you swallow his cum…or did you take it some other place…” Kalam asked.
 
“I swallowed it…” I replied.
 
“Good, now get my cock hard…with that nasty mouth of yours…” Kalam said, I immediately started sucking his fat cock, I was bobbing up and down on it.  
 
“Lick my balls…” After a while Kalam said, without hesitation I started licking his balls and jacking off his thick cock with my hand.
 
“Do you know how to lick a guy’s ass…” Kalam asked me.
 
“No…but I can try…just tell me what to do…I want to make you happy…” I said.
 
“I’ll be happy if you lick my asshole…stick your tongue as far as it will go up my ass…” Kalam said. I started slurping away at Kalam’s crack, Kalam started moaning and jacking his cock.
 
“I can’t believe a beautiful housewife like you is licking my ass…” Kalam said.
 
“Should I stick my tongue up there now…” I said innocently.
 
“Yes…do it now…” Kalam moaned. I stuck my tongue up Kalam’s ass, he started moaning and screaming. I kept doing that for a few minutes when Kalam said “Take my cum in your mouth…” I switched from his ass to his cock right as Kalam started bucking and slamming his thick cock in my mouth.
 
“I’m Cumming…” Kalam said, and apparently came in my mouth at first and then shot some of his cum on my face. He was totally spent; he just lay there on his sleeping bag.
 
“You’ don’t have to kiss me…considering where my mouth has been…” I laughed and said.
 
“Yeah…I’ll take a rain check on the kiss…be sure to give Mustaq a big kiss…” he said with a laugh. I made little effort to get the cum off of my face before I left Kalam’s tent. I return to the campfire where Rafiq and Mustaq were seated, I walked up to Rafiq and without any prelude said “Can I suck your cock…Rafiq?”
 
“Sure…” Rafiq laughed and said.
 
Mustaq turned to me and said “When are you going to suck my cock…bitch…”
 
“Fuck off…Mustaq…” Rafiq quickly said, but I walked over to Mustaq and have him a big open-mouthed kiss and told him I would see him soon. Rafiq looked puzzled and followed me to his tent.
 
“Why did you kiss him?” Rafiq asked.
 
“I gave Mustaq that big kiss…I’d just finished swallowing Kalam’s sperm…and doing other nasty things with my mouth…” I replied with a smile.
 
“You’re a terrific…” Rafiq laughed and said.
 
“Will you please lick me…while I suck your cock…” I pulled off my nightgown and asked. We got in 69 position with me on the bottom, I quickly put most of Rafiq’s cock in my mouth and moaned when he started licking my pussy. We went at if for five minutes and then I started making groaning noises I make just before I cum. I was very turned on and I started humping Rafiq’s face, I then shuddered and moaned as I’d a big orgasm. My moans were muffles by the hard cock in my mouth as I sucked, Rafiq didn’t last much longer and soon moaned loudly and came in my mouth. I swallowed his cum.
 
I slipped into the woods and quietly approached Mustaq’s tent, it was very dark where Mustaq had pitched his tent.
 
“Take off your clothes bitch…I want to fuck you bitch…to show you the real man…” Mustaq said. I pulled of my nightgown, laid on his sleeping bag and spread my legs wide. Mustaq laughed, came on top of me and entered his cock with one powerful thrust.
 
“Ahhhhhh…” I moaned as he entered me and started pumping my pussy.
 
“How do you like my cock…bitch…” Mustaq aske me, pumping my pussy.
 
“I love it…Mustaq…” I replied.
 
“You love big cocks don’t you…cunt…” Mustaq said.
 
“Yes…I do love big cocks…” I replied.
 
“Who has the biggest cock on this trip…whore…you should know since you’ve sucked every cock around…” Mustaq said.
 
“Yes Mustaq…I’ve sucked every cock around…you’ve the biggest cock on this trip…” I replied. Mustaq whispered in my ears and then, he gruffly said “Say it whore…”
 
“I’m a worthless cunt who is only good at taking cocks…” I replied.
 
“Tell me you’re a worthless cunt…” Mustaq said.
 
“I’m a worthless cunt…” I replied.
 
“Tell me you love my cock…” Mustaq said as I was near to my climax.
 
“I love your cock…” I moaned as I said, then screamed as I climaxed and then Mustaq pulled his big cock out of my pussy and shot huge amount of cum all over my face and tits.
 
“Get out of here…bitch…” Mustaq said, rolled off of me and threw my nightgown to me. I left the tent without even taking time to get dressed. When I returned back to our tent, Sajid was sleeping, I rubbed his back and smiled at him.
 
“How did it go?” Sajid asked.
 
“I think I was naughty…” I replied smiling.
 
“How naughty?” Sajid asked again.
 
“I was very naughty…are you sure you want to hear?” I replied back.
 
“Tell me about it fully…” Sajid said.
 
“I’m embarrassed to death to tell you this…but I didn’t say no to anything…those guys wanted to do…” I replied.
 
“What did those guys want you to do?” Sajid asked.
 
“Well…Ashraf and Rafiq wanted me to put their cock in my mouth…I did that…let them ejaculate in my mouth or on my face…” I said.
 
“What did Kalam want?” Sajid asked.
 
“He wanted me to put his cock in my mouth…use my tongue on his backside…” I said while giving Sajid a humiliated look.
 
“I guess you stuck your tongue up his asshole…and swallowed his cum…” Sajid said.
 
“I did stick my tongue up his rear…some of his sperm went in my mouth…some went on my face and breasts…” I replied.
 
“Did you do anything with that ass face Mustaq?” Sajid asked.
 
“Yes…he wanted to have sex with me…I let him…his sperm is still on my face…I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have let him do that…” I said and kissed Sajid with my mouth that had licked ass, sucked cock, swallowed cum. Sajid kissed me back passionately and felt the wet cum still on my face and tasted it in my mouth.
 
Sajid cock was rock hard, I climbed on top of him with my big tits bouncing and stuck his hard cock in my pussy and started grinding away as my tits swung over his face.
 
“I love you…” Sajid said. This is the first time Sajid had admitted he loved me otherwise he’d wanted me to be slut to fuck.
 
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Chapter- 10

 
Next morning when I woke up, the sun was up; Sajid was still sleeping, I went to the river to take bath. Ashraf, Rafiq and Kalam were setting their coffee. After bathing I wore my white bra and panties and started breakfast, it’s then when Mustaq came out of his tent.
 
“Cunt…come to my tent…I need to fuck your brains out…take off your bra and panties… before coming to my tent…” Mustaq said and went inside his tent. All of them looked me in disbelieve as I took off my bra and panties and put them on a nearby camp chair and started walking towards Mustaq’s tent.
 
Ashraf ran to our tent and said “Hey…Sajid wake up…you need to come out here…” Sajid got up, walked to the campfire area where Ashraf, Kalam and Rafiq were sitting.
 
“Did you tell Reema that she can fuck Mustaq?” Rafiq asked Sajid with a worried look on his face.
 
“No…why” Sajid replied.
 
“Listen for a minute…” Rafiq said, everyone got quite and Sajid heard me moaning which was coming from Mustaq’s tent. They all heard me grunting rhythmically as I was being fucked by Mustaq. Sajid couldn’t look at his friends and his face turned pale.
 
“Reema was cooking breakfast in her lingerie…when Mustaq came out of his tent…walked up and told her to get in his tent…he said some mean shit to her…she just did what he said… Mustaq told her to take off her bra and panties out here before she went to his tent…she took them off in front of all of us…” Rafiq said. Sajid looked at one of the camp chairs and saw my white bra and panties laying on the chair.
 
“Tell me you love my cock bitch…” they heard Mustaq shouting from his tent.
 
“Say it cunt…” There was silence, then Mustaq said loudly making sure everyone to hear.
 
“I love your cock…Mustaq…” I said as I was being pounded. Everyone looked at Sajid, who felt totally humiliated. All of them were thinking that Sajid was in control, and I’d been playing with them because he told me to. Now it was clear Sajid wasn’t in charge or at least he was no longer in charge. It was also clear that I wanted to fuck Mustaq whether Sajid liked it or not.
 
“Tell me…you’re my bitch…” Mustaq shouted.
 
“I’m your bitch…Mustaq…” I said as I panted.
 
“Tell me you’re a worthless slut…” Mustaq said loudly.
 
“I’m a worthless slut…” I replied. Ashraf, Kalam and Rafiq were looking at Sajid with sad expressions, they all knew I was Sajid’s girl but now I was fucking Mustaq whom Sajid can’t stand, even worse I was enjoying letting Mustaq abuse me.
 
“Tell me your purpose in life is to suck cocks and get fucked…” Mustaq said loudly.
 
“My purpose in life is to suck cocks and get fucked…” I replied.
 
“Tell me that you love being a cock-sucking whore…” Mustaq said.
 
“I can’t say that Mustaq…” I said breathlessly.
 
“Say it cunt…” Mustaq shouted.
 
“I love being a cock-sucking whore…” After a minute I said.
 
Kalam couldn’t make eye contact with Sajid as he listened to Mustaq fuck me and abuse me, he would periodically call Mustaq a shithead under his breath as they listened.
 
“Tell me you love my big cock in your nasty pussy…” Mustaq said loudly so that everyone can listen.
 
“No…Mustaq…everyone can hear…” I said acting pleading.
 
“Tell me…you stupid whore…” Mustaq said loudly.
 
“I love your big cock in my nasty pussy…” I said.
 
“You’ll do anything to get my cock…won’t you…whore…” Mustaq said.
 
“Yes…Mustaq…” I replied. All the time I was saying loudly as Mustaq wanted everyone to hear me, moreover, if he hadn’t asked me to do so I would have done it myself so that I could enjoy Sajid getting humiliated.
 
“Beg me to fuck you…” Mustaq said.
 
“Fuck me please…Mustaq…” I replied.
 
“Louder cunt…I want that boyfriend of yours to hear you beg for cock…” Mustaq said.  
 
“Fuck me…Mustaq…please fuck me…” I replied loudly. All of them were listening as I was screaming to be fucked by Mustaq. Sajid was staring at the ground, unable to look at his friends.
 
“You’ve to stop this shit…” Ashraf told Sajid.
 
“Yeah…you’re right…” Sajid replied, came towards Mustaq tent and said loudly “Reema…”
 
“Yessss….” I replied, it was obvious from my sound that Mustaq was still fucking me, as Sajid got closer to tent, he could hear the slap Mustaq’s body made as he jammed his cock into my pussy. He could also hear the squishy sound my pussy makes when I was very wet and was being fucked. Sajid stood outside the tent listening to the sounds and assuming that Mustaq would quit fucking. The fucking continued, Ashraf, Kalam and Rafiq came behind Sajid. 
 
Sajid opened the flap to Mustaq’s tent angrily, I was naked on all fours with my big tits hanging down and swaying. Mustaq was fucking me from behind. I looked at Sajid with a serious, irritated look on my face.
 
“What’re you doing…Reema?” Sajid shouted.
 
“Uh…what am I doing? ...Uh…I’m getting fucked…” I said with a worried look on my face.
 
“Sajid…Do you want to watch…” I said smiling and panted. Sajid was humiliated as Mustaq continued to pound my pussy as I the way I talked to him. Mustaq gave Sajid an obnoxious superior look as he fucked me. Finally, I looked at Sajid and said “Sajid…give me few minutes…I’ll come…talk to you…”  Sajid watched me take a couple more stroked from Mustaq, Mustaq rammed it hard and it made me gasp and moan a little.
 
“Would you please close the tent…it’s a little embarrassing for all of you guys to watch me doing this…” I looked at Sajid and his friends and said. Sajid didn’t get in any hurry, he watched me take Mustaq’s cock for another minute or so and then closed the flap of the tent.
 
Sajid couldn’t resist hearing me getting fucked, as humiliating as this way; it really pissed him off, but his cock was rock hard. He sat down where he could hear me and Mustaq and asked Kalam to get him a bottle of whisky. He took a few big pulls on the whisky straight out of the bottle and listened to me getting fucked by Mustaq.
 
“What do you want slut?” Mustaq laughed and said loudly.
 
“I want to be fucked…” I replied loudly so that everyone can hear me. Our fucking continued for another 20 minutes, Sajid could barely stand it.
 
“Tell me you love me bitch…will do anything I say…” Mustaq said loudly.
 
“No…Mustaq…people can hear…” I replied.
 
“Say it cunt…or you won’t get any more cock…” Mustaq shouted.
 
“I love you Mustaq…will do anything you say…please fuck me…” I said breathlessly as I was pounded. Ashraf, Kalam and Rafiq looked at Sajid like they wanted to cry for Sajid.
 
“Mustaq…oohhhh…fuck meeeee…I’m Cumming…” I moaned and squeal as I’d my orgasm.
 
“Take my cum…you slut…I’m Cummingggg…” Mustaq moan loudly. Sajid continued to try to wash away his sorrows, he’d no idea what he was going to talk with me. I came out of Mustaq’s  tebt completely naked, seeing me walk around with my big tits bouncing and my tiny little ass showing was breath-taking for them. I’d cum running down my face, tits and stomach; my pussy was soaked, I was sweating. Mustaq’s cum was glistening in the sun as I approached Sajid. I smiled and jumped in his lap, looked around at all of his friends who looked as pissed off as Sajid did and said “Did that turn all of you guys on to hear that…I can tell you the details if you would like…I thought you guys would like dirty talk…since you’re always trying to get me to talk dirty…”
 
Before Sajid could say anything, I jumped up in front of him and asked “Do you think…I look sexy with sperm all over me like this?” As I say that, I spun around like a runaway model and then swayed my big tits back and forth slowly. Mustaq cum running down my body and dripping off of my tits. Ashraf, Rafiq and Kalam began to lighten up and told me I looked sexy. Sajid was completely confused, I’d him wondering if the entire thing with Mustaq was just me showing off for Sajid and his friends. I jumped back into Sajid’s lap and gave him a big kiss.
 
Sajid felt the wet cum on my cheeks as we kissed, I grabbed the whisky bottle from him and said “This is not a nutritious breakfast…whoever gets the fire started…can put his cock in my mouth after breakfast…if it’s okay with Sajid…”
 
Ashraf and Kalam scrambled to get to the fire, without even trying to clean the cum off of myself, I started cooking breakfast and giving orders to all of the guys. Mustaq came out of his tent, gave Sajid a smirk and walked away.
 
“Are you alright?” I asked Sajid during breakfast.
 
“Guess so…try not to be so public…when you play around…that was embarrassing…” Sajid replied. As soon as he said that, I realized that he’d just given me tacit approval to play around some more.
 
To be continued….
 
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Chapter- 11 (Sajid’s Narration)

 
I was finishing my breakfast coffee sitting around the campfire with my friends, watching Reema, clean up after breakfast. She looked spectacular, wearing only a lacy white bra and matching panties; she was laughing and joking with all of the guys. I didn’t admit to her, but I loved her madly, but when I woke up that morning, she was naked in the tent of another guy being fucked. I’d opened the tent flap and found her in the doggie position taking a cock from a guy I could not stand, Mustaq. He talked dirty to her and came all over her. In fact, she still had some of his dried cum on her face and chest. After she was finished being fucked, Reema had partially convinced me that what she’d done with Mustaq was done to turn me on.
 
Despite my worries and simmering anger toward Reema for messing around with that dipshit, Mustaq, I still thought she looked awesome that morning. Her white bra showed off huge amount of cleavage. Every time Reema bent over even slightly she showed even more of her huge cleavage. I’ve always been a cleavage fan. I was getting a hard dick looking at her clean up the camp stove, so I went over to grope her for a minute and talk about our plans for the day. She moaned softly when I gently squeezed both of her giant boobs.
 
“I want to try to catch some bass today…I think I’ll paddle the boat upstream…drift back and fish along the shore.” I said.
 
“I might join you later…right now I want to go for a swim…sunbathe for a while…the sand by the river is perfect for getting some sun.” Reema replied. I really wanted her to come with me, but I didn’t want to push it. Instead, I said, “Do me a favour…stay away from that ass face, Mustaq….”
 
“I’ll try...”  Reema replied. I tried again to get her to come with me, but she just gave me a big smile and looked at me with her giant eyes and said, “Don’t worry about me…Go have some fun!”
 
I left in a boat not feeling very good about the situation with Reema. I paddled up the river and began to fish along the shore. After an hour or so, I saw two guys fishing out of a boat. These were the first people outside of our group we’d seen in days. I struck up a conversation with the two guys who appeared to be in their early mid-40s. We talked about the fishing and I found out that they’d just come in the day before and were camping on the river about a mile from us. They said their names were Harish and Bheema.
 
“Did you see a naked girl with giant tits swimming in the river this morning… we accidently stumbled upon her early this morning…when we’re fishing…damn near swamped the boat… that was the best-looking girl I’ve ever seen…she didn’t seem to care that we saw her naked ….” Bheema said.
 
“Yeah…that would be my girlfriend…Reema…you must have seen her taking her bath this morning….” I replied.
 
“We are not peeping Toms…we just came around the bend fishing the shore…there she was without any clothes….” Bheema said.
 
“You’re one lucky son of a bitch…if that’s your girlfriend…she was standing on the shore with nothing on…she just waved to us…slowly put on a bra and panties…I wish she was my girlfriend…and you were married to my wife!” Harish said.
 
“Yeah…if someone saw my fat wife naked…they would think…a whale had somehow beached on the riverbank!” Bheema added. They went on and on about Reema. I liked them, so I invited them to come down and join us for a big fish dinner. They agreed to bring some fish and some ice. We still had lots of beer but had run out of ice a few days earlier. Harish and Bheema made me feel really good about having Reema as my girlfriend. I realized on my own most of the time that she was a spectacular beauty, but sometimes it was nice to hear from third parties how hot she was. All of the talk about Reema brought up my worries, she seemed to be going out of her way to have sex with Mustaq at every opportunity. I liked the fact she was showing off and having sex with my friends, but she really seemed to be into it with Mustaq.
 
Mustaq was a scumbag. I certainly couldn’t figure out why a lady like Reema would let him put his cock in her. I guess Mustaq was not ugly if you ignored his personality. He had long black hair, a black, droopy moustache and was in pretty good shape. What really worried me was that Mustaq seemed to really turn Reema on with his nasty, mean talk and actions intended to be demeaning to her. I was genuinely worried. I didn’t know what I would do if Reema wanted to keep seeing that asshole after the trip was over. Sometimes I thought I would let Reema do anything to make her happy. Other times I thought that I could not stand the total humiliation of losing Reema or sharing her with a guy I considered to be a complete loser.
 
I fished for several more hours and came back to the camp. When I arrived, I was concerned because Reema was not sunbathing on the sand. I figured that I was going to find her with someone’s cock in her mouth. I hurried up the path to the camp. When I arrived at the camp, I saw Mustaq lying on the ground and Reema holding a cloth on his face. Blood was all over Mustaq’s face and shirt. Rafiq and Kalam were laughing at Mustaq.
 
I asked what happened and Shawn said, “Mustaq tried to make Reema suck his cock...he’d it out…was calling her names…Reema said no…” Then Rafiq started laughing and said loud enough for Mustaq to hear, “Ashraf walked up…told Mustaq to leave her alone…Mustaq started to call her another name…Ashraf punched him right in the nose…it has to be broken…”
 
Kalam then added that Ashraf told Mustaq “If you ever get up…try that again…I’ll break your fucking nose again…” Reema thanked him…Ashraf said he was going fishing…as he can’t stand to watch a pussy cry…Mustaq has been lying there ever since bleeding…” I started laughing with Kalam and Rafiq. The one and only problem I saw was that Reema was nursing Mustaq and trying to help him stop the bleeding. It did not seem that she was mad at Mustaq. While Reema was trying to get Mustaq’s face to quit bleeding, I and Rafiq packed some food and tequila to take down to the river to fish. We fished from the bank, and Reema joined us a half hour or so later to sunbathe. She looked great in her little, tiny string bikini.
 
We’d a pleasant afternoon. We didn’t catch many fish but did not really care. We spent quite a bit of time just floating in the cool, clear water of the river.
 
“I’ve a great nightgown to wear tonight at dinner…it’s a low-cut white gown with a cute built-in bra and pretty lace…I saved it for our last night…” Reema said. I told Reema and Rafiq that the fisherman I met were coming for dinner.
 
“I can’t wear that nightgown in front of strangers…I would be totally embarrassed…” Reema said, the inclusion of the fishermen seemed to worry her. Rafiq tried to argue with her, but soon gave up. I figured it would be easier to talk to her about this later. I actually didn’t know if I really wanted Reema to show off for all these guys again. I was starting to think that I liked monogamy and sex in the privacy of our bedroom. Just before dinner, my fisherman friends, Harish and Bheema, joined us. They brought extra fish to cook, some extra ice to cool off the warm beer we had been drinking. Everyone seemed to like the new guys except maybe Mustaq who was still sulking.
 
“I can’t wear my nightgown in front of those guys…” taking a look at Harish and Bheema Reema said. Everyone was extremely disappointed that Reema was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. The guys were playfully giving her a very hard time. Reema kept telling everybody that she could not wear her nightgown in front of our guests. Harish and Bheema said that she should not be shy on their account. Ashraf and Rafiq were relentless in their efforts to get her to put on her nightgown. Reema had not shown much skill at saying “No” on this trip, but she was trying. Reema resisted for a long time, but finally came to me and said that they were all going to start crying like little babies if she didn’t put on her nightgown. I was torn between my desire to hide her away and my desire to see her show off her awesome tits to all of the guys. I said okay.
 
“I can’t believe…I’m going to show my body to these men…I’m not going to be able to look at them with my boobs hanging out…” Reema said. She went into the tent for quite a while. In the meantime, we drank tequila from the bottle and laughed at Mustaq’s nose. This was a tough crowd. Reema came out of the tent in her white lace nightgown. She was stunning, the top part of the gown was like a lace bra. The rest was a thin, white lace gown down to the middle of her thighs. You could see through it well enough to see that she’d not worn panties. The bra built into the top of the gown showed huge amounts of cleavage. Everyone went crazy. Harish and Bheema were damn near drooling. They just openly stared at Reema.
 
Reema was acting extremely shy. She tried to cover her boobs with her arms and hands. She came and sat down next to me and continued to blush. We ate the fish cooked over the fire and everyone looked at Reema’s cleavage. I thought things were going well. I felt great and Reema was not fucking Mustaq. About that time, Reema got up and walked around the fire. She then sat down next to Mustaq and began to talk quietly with him. I was okay with her talking to him for a few minutes, but it continued. They talked privately for about thirty minutes. Their heads were very close together and the conversation between them never seemed to slow down. Every time she smiled or laughed, I felt jealous. Why was she talking to that asshole?
 
After a few more minutes, I looked up to see Reema with her hand in Mustaq’s lap rubbing Mustaq’s big cock through his shorts. Mustaq was staring at me with a smug look on his face. One of our guests, Bheema, noticed what she was doing and said to me, “I thought she was your girlfriend…” I was embarrassed, mumbled something about me giving her permission to fool around. I am sure I was not very convincing since I could barely stand to look at her with Mustaq’s big cock in her right hand. Rafiq and Ashraf both saw my discomfort, their solution was to feed me extra tequila. The tequila did not help.
 
Finally, with a serious look on her face, Reema looked at me and came over to where I was sitting with Rafiq. “We need to talk…” Reema said. I was drunk and said, “You can say whatever you want to say in front of my good friend, Rafiq…”
 
Reema gave me a look that suggested that this was a bad idea, but she shrugged and calmly said, “I want to have anal sex with Mustaq tonight…he wants to do it in front of everyone… Mustaq us insisting…he is going to call me a bunch of names…do it to me in the middle of the camp…with everyone watching…I really want to do it…”
 
I was stunned. I was humiliated that Rafiq was hearing her say this to me. I felt like crying. My heart was pounding. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Finally, I managed to tell her “I’ll have anal sex with you if that is what you want…”
 
“I know you’ll do whatever I want…” Reema replied.
 
“Then…why do you want to do this with Mustaq?” I questioned her.
 
“That’s why I wanted to tell you privately…this is embarrassing to admit…I get unbelievably turned on…when Mustaq calls me nasty names in public…sex with me in front of everyone …this is humiliating…but the idea of taking it up the rear…in front of all these guys…is more than I can resist….so I told him I would do it tonight…” Reema sighed and replied.
 
“Is Mustaq making you do this? We can break his nose again if you would like…” Rafiq spoke up for the first time.
 
“God…this is humiliating to say…but I just want to have anal sex with Mustaq…be called nasty names by him…I don’t know why…but I do…he wants me to do it in front of everyone …I promised him I would do it….” Reema said.
 
“God…why Mustaq? Pick anyone but not him…if you’re not going to let me do it…”  I said.
 
“I don’t think you really want me to talk about this…” Reema said shyly while looking down at her feet.
 
“Yeah, I do…tell me…” I said.
 
“It’s the size of his cock…it’s really long and thick…it’s exciting to think about…taking a really long…thick cock anally…while being called nasty names…” She blushed and said. I’ve a thick, nine-inch cock and I’d noticed that Mustaq was considerably larger than me.
 
Rafiq looked at me sympathetically and said, “Are you going to do this out here…in front of your boyfriend and all of us…if you have to do it with that prick…you could at least go do it in private somewhere…”
 
“Mustaq insisted that we do it…out in the open…with an audience… I didn’t want to do it in the open…but he said that…if I wanted his cock…I’d to do it his way…I ended up giving in …promising I would do it…So, I am going to do it…in front of everyone…” Reema said then turned to me and said, “Is it okay with you?”
 
It was not even close to okay with me, but I was so humiliated by the entire discussion that I just numbly nodded yes. I thought it was pretty clear I did not really have a choice. Reema was going to be ass fucked by a total loser in front of me. Reema looked too happy with my response. She gave me a quick kiss and hurried back to where Mustaq was sitting. She spoke to Mustaq for a moment and ran back to our tent. She came right out with a camping mattress and set it on the ground near the campfire and in the middle of all the guys. I could tell that Reema was nervous. She looked gorgeous in her white nightgown. I noticed she had a jar of Vaseline in her hand. All of the guys were watching.
 
Reema was showing a huge amount of cleavage and we could all see her pussy through her lace nightgown. Mustaq walked up behind Reema with athletic tape over his broken nose and grabbed both of Reema’s big, firm boobs and squeezed them roughly.
 
“Tell everyone what you are going to do…Reema…” Mustaq said.
 
Reema was blushing and looking embarrassed as she said “Do I’ve to, Mustaq? Why don’t you tell everyone?” I noticed that our guests, Harish and Bheema, were sitting right in front of her and were noticeably excited by seeing Reema getting felt up in front of them.
 
“I told you to tell them…tell them cunt…” Mustaq growled at her, our guests looked shocked and both glanced at me to see if I was going to do anything about the way Mustaq was talking to Reema. I did nothing since I knew that Reema wanted to be called names.
 
Reema blushed even more and said quietly, “I want to have anal sex…you don’t have to stay …if you don’t want to see something like this…” she smiled at our guests.
 
Mustaq was displeased with that introduction. “You stupid whore…all you can do right…is show your tits…and suck cock…tell them you want to be buttfucked…”
 
Reema whispered, “I want to be buttfucked…”
 
“Tell them…you want them to watch you take a cock up your ass…” Mustaq said.
 
“I want you to watch me take a cock up my ass…” Reema said looking up at the guys watching.
 
“Get on your knees…bitch…show your cleavage to everyone…” Mustaq said. Reema blushed, got on her knees and leaned forward to show everyone down the top of her gown. It was awesome. The guys loved it, especially our guests.
 
“What do you want tonight. Reema?” Mustaq asked. Reema looked at Mustaq puzzled.
 
“Let’s see…if you can answer a simple question…tell us…what you want…cunt” Mustaq said.
 
Reema closed her eyes for a moment and then said, “I want to have anal sex in public…want to be called names…”
 
“You’re a cocksucker too aren’t you, Reema?” Mustaq asked.
 
Her initial reaction was to look embarrassed, but soon said, “Yes…”
 
"I like to put my cock…in this cocksucker’s mouth…she loves to have a hard cock in her mouth…” Mustaq said, pulled down his shorts; put his cock right in front of Reema’s pretty face. Reema smiled at him and opened her mouth to take his cock.
 
“Lick my balls first…” Mustaq said, Reema crawled a little closer to him and started licking his balls. Harish and Bheema were obviously amazed that they were witnessing this. Reema licked away at Mustaq’s balls for a few minutes; his big tool was getting hard as she licked his hairy balls. Then, he told her to ask him nicely if she could suck his cock.
 
“Mustaq…May I do that to you?” Reema said.
 
“Reema…cunt…I told you to ask…if you can suck my cock…now tell me…you’re a cocksucker…you crave my cock in your mouth…. you ignorant bitch…” Mustaq shouted.
 
Reema turned red, started rubbing her clit and said, “Mustaq…I’m a cocksucker…may I suck your cock…please…” The word "cocksucker" sort of stuck in her throat as she said it.
 
“Yes, you can…you cock-sucking whore…” Mustaq said and stuck his cock into Reema’s mouth. Mustaq looked happy as Reema sucked hard on his cock.
 
“You love to have a hard cock in your mouth…don’t you?” Mustaq asked as Reema was taking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She said something that was incomprehensible that sort of sounded like yes. She was still rubbing her pussy as she sucked his fat cock.
 
“It’s hard to talk…with a cock in your mouth…isn’t it?” Mustaq asked. Reema made another mumbled sound that sounded like yes.
 
Mustaq grabbed Reema’s head, jammed his big cock deep in her mouth and then asked her, “Are you ready to be buttfucked?” She mumbled something incoherent with the big cock pumping into her throat.
 
“What was that? Speak up, cunt!” Mustaq said.
 
“Yeeeaaaaahhhhh….” Reema said, with a ten-inch cock in her throat.
 
“Take off your gown…come bend over this chair…” Mustaq said. I felt embarrassed for her and completely humiliated. I was sitting there watching a complete asshole mistreat her. Reema pulled her mouth off of Mustaq’s cock and stood up. She pulled her gown over her head revealing her unbelievable body. Her big breasts bounced slowly after she pulled the gown off. The crowd definitely approved. Trying to avoid eye contact with the guys watching, she bent over the chair.
 
“Before you take my cock…up your ass…tell everyone…if you’ve buttfucked before…” Mustaq said.
“Yes…I’ve had anal sex before…” Reema looked embarrassed and a little miffed as she said.
 
“Look at the guys…tell them…when you took a cock…up your pretty little ass last time…” Mustaq said. Reema was facing to the side with her legs straight and was bent at the waist over the camp chair. Her legs were spread apart, she was naked and in the perfect position for everyone to see her boobs jiggle as she took a cock up her ass.
 
Looking embarrassed, Reema turned her face toward her audience and said “Few days ago… I’d anal sex with my husband…”
 
“I guess…it’s fair to say…you’re a buttfucking whore…” Mustaq said.
 
“I don’t know…Mustaq…” Reema said.
 
“You like taking cock…up your ass…don’t you?” Mustaq said.
 
“First time it hurt…after that…I liked it…” Reema replied.
 
“So…your husband knows…you’re a cock-sucker…buttfucking whore…” Mustaq said.
 
“Yes…I guess so…” Reema looked completely ashamed as she whispered quietly.
 
“Is your ass…lubed like a good whore?” Mustaq asked.
 
“Yes…Mustaq…” Reema replied. Mustaq then grabbed her hips and put his cock up against her fine-looking ass. I thought she was about to be impaled on that big cock. Instead, Mustaq said “Beg for my cock in your ass…bitch!”
 
“Please Mustaq…give me your cock…” Reema said rubbing her pussy.
 
“Where you want my cock?” Mustaq asked.
 
“Up my butt!” Reema replied, stared into my eyes with her beautiful big eyes as Mustaq’s big cock went in her ass. I was about to cry. Reema winced in pain as that big pole went up her ass. The thought I’d was that she was telling me goodbye. I will say that nobody should ever have to watch the woman he loves impaled on a giant cock rammed up her ass. I hated it, but my cock was hard watching it. It was almost involuntary.
 
Mustaq was not gentle. Reema tried to get him to go slow, but within a minute or so, Mustaq’s ten-inch cock was up Reema’s little ass. Her ass did not look big enough for that thing and it probably wasn’t. Reema screamed as she took the cock all the way to the hilt.
 
“Where is my cock?” Mustaq yelled over Reema’s screams.
 
“Up my ass…” Reema screamed, rubbing her pussy.
 
“Tell everyone…what you are doing…” Mustaq yelled.
 
“God…I’m being ass-fucked…while I rub my pussy…I’m taking a big cock…up my ass…” Reema said between her grunts and screams. In some ways, Reema looked magnificent. She was bent over a chair with her legs straight, naked with her huge full breasts hanging down below her and swaying as she was taking a huge dick up her ass. The guys watching were going crazy they were so excited. Some were yelling crude things to her. Some were cheering her on.
 
“Reema…would your hubby…be proud of you…if he could see you…now with a bunch of men…watching you naked…bent over a chair…with a cock up your ass…” Mustaq asked.
 
“Oh God…No….” Reema said, Mustaq continued to fuck her ass for a few minutes; he fucked her hard, she squealed as he did. Then, he pulled his big cock out of her ass. Reema was completely out of breath and appeared to be on the verge of coming. She looked around at Mustaq.
 
“Stay where you are…” Mustaq said as he walked around Reema and the chair to stand in front of her. I saw what was coming and closed my eyes as I thought “This is too far…she’ll shut this down…”
 
“Suck my cock…you dirty slut…” I opened my eyes right as Mustaq said. I wanted to jump up and say, “No” but I didn’t. Before I could even think about what I might do, Reema obediently put the shit-covered cock in her mouth and started sucking away. I saw a little frown as she tasted Mustaq’s cock, but she started jamming the big cock down her throat in no time.
 
Mustaq looked at his audience and said “It’s great to have a whore…who clean her own shit …off of your cock…with her slutty mouth!” Reema heard that, resumed rubbing her pussy and took Mustaq’s cock into her throat all the way to the base. Mustaq grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her face. Reema took his big cock like a champ, she looked beautiful with her lips stretched around the fat base of Mustaq’s cock. She frantically rubbed her pussy as she sucked and soon came. I watched her shudder and heard her groan as she had her orgasm.
 
“Slut…I want to cum in your ass…” Mustaq said. Reema pulled her lips off of his cock and waited for him to go back behind her. Mustaq immediately rammed his cock back into her sweet little ass. He grabbed her shoulders and fucked her hard. Her big boobs bounced and swayed as she was pounded.
 
“Take that cock up your slutty ass!” Mustaq yelled.
 
“Mustaq…fuck my ass…I love your cock…” Reema replied.
 
Soon Mustaq buried his big cock in Reema’s ass and screamed “Take my cum…you worthless whore!”
 
I was thinking that this would probably be the last time I would see Reema naked because I was now sure that she would go home with that asshole, Mustaq. So, I tried to remember how good she looked being buttfucked. Mustaq came in Reema’s ass and then he’d her clean off his cock with her mouth. She got on her knees and licked his cock clean for him. Mustaq looked at me and gave me a smug smile as Reema cleaned the shit from her ass off of that asshole’s cock. I took several big gulps of tequila and walked to my tent. My cock was hard as a rock, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I was too depressed. I lay there on my sleeping bag for about an hour. I was incredibly angry and sad as I thought of losing Reema to a total loser in such a humiliating way. I was mad at myself for ever bringing her on the camping trip.
 
The camp quieted down after a while as my drunk friends went to bed or passed out. I pictured Reema snuggling with Mustaq in his tent. It made me nauseous. About that time, I heard Reema screaming “Let go of me…Help me…” I was wide awake and was out of my tent in an instant. I ran toward Reema’s voice.
 
“For the last time…let go of me…Mustaq…” Reema screamed, she was dressed in her white nightgown. Mustaq was holding her by her arm trying to talk to her. I arrived and asked what was going on.
 
“He won’t let me to go to our tent…I’ve been trying for a long time…he is trying to make me stay in his tent…” Reema said, as she tried to get free from Mustaq’s grasp.
 
“Mustaq…Let her go…”
 
“Fuck off! Leave us alone!” Mustaq said. I’d taken all I could take from this guy. Without another word, I took a step forward and punched him hard squarely on his broken nose. Mustaq went down in a bloody heap. Reema jumped into my arms. Nothing has ever felt better. We left Mustaq dramatically moaning about his ugly broken nose and went to our tent.
 
I asked Reema if she still loved me.
 
“Of-course…” Reema said.
 
“What about Mustaq?” I asked.
 
“Gosh…I don’t like anything about Mustaq…except his cock…even his great cock…is not worth dealing with him…I think he means it…when he says all of those mean things to me… I’ve been trying to get to you for over an hour…” Reema said, with that, she gave me a passionate kiss and started rubbing my cock. I did not care that her mouth had been wrapped around Mustaq’s cock after he pulled it out of her ass. I was just excited to be kissing her.
 
Reema grabbed my hard cock, giggled and said “Wow…breaking Mustaq’s nose gets you excited…” She then climbed on top of me, sat up and straddled me, pushed down the straps on her gown and pulled her firm, heavy tits out of her gown. She grabbed my cock, slipped it into her wet pussy and started riding my cock like she was riding a horse. Her breasts swayed as she rode were spectacular. I wanted to fondle her big tits, but they looked so good swaying and jiggling, I did not touch them. As I fucked her, I heard my friends laughing and making fun of Mustaq and his broken nose.


To be continued….
 
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Chapter- 12


My husband Yash and I sifted to Canada, since his office opened a new branch in Canada and appointed Yash as the project Head for two years.

Yash and I were sitting at home when my sister Tina called “Di…I’m coming to Canada…for my further studies…” My sister Tina was nineteen-year-old. She’d just finished her 10th and had applied in Canada for further studies. I don’t know how she got the admission since she was not that good in studies.

“That’s good news…where will you stay…” I said.

“They might be providing hostels…or we few students will rent a house…and pay equally…” Tina replied. We talked a while longer and we hung up.

“What’s up?” Yash asked as I returned back. Since, you people know Yash and I are very close and I share everything with him. He turned off the TV, he knew I wanted to talk. 

“Tell me?” he asked.

“Tina got admission in college here in Canada…she’s not sure whether they’re providing the hostels or not…otherwise she’d to stay with someone else as roommate…” I replied and we chatted about it for a while.

“Well…why she’d to go to hostels…she can stay with us…we have plenty of room…she and I got along great…” Yash said. I looked at him, every reason I loved him came to mind. He was very good to me, he worked very hard to give me the life I wanted; he was good to my family and did housework without being asked, when I’d a bad day he always there. Our marriage was wonderful. We did have plenty of room, 3100 sq. ft. and five bedrooms.  

“This is why you get blowjobs whenever you want…” I quipped; it was our little joke. It was something I said whenever he did something nice. I said it a lot. Actually, it was true, he was a great husband plus I found him sexy as hell. If he wanted a blowjob, I couldn’t get to my knees fast enough. I loved having his cock in my mouth, plus, he was an amazing lover. I’d do anything he asked sexually.

“She could help me update the house…after all…she owes me…do you think you could live with her?” he quipped. I thought, she was six year younger than me, we always got along great. As we got older, she was my best friend, we shared friends and just about everything else.

“Of Course,” I answered.

“Well…all my friends will be jealous…I’d get to live with two beautiful women…” Yash said. I thought at twenty-five, I was in shape, I was 5’6’ tall with black hair down past my shoulder blades. My sister Tina was just a younger version of me, we swapped clothes easily and were often mistaken for each other by people who didn’t know us well.

“Well poor you…” I laughed and then kissed him.

“How about one of those blowjobs now?” I whispered.

“Who could say no to that…” He replied as I slipped to my knees. It was late evening so we’d both changes into our sleepwear, he was wearing a pair of workout shorts and a T-shirt. I tugged his shorts down to expose his cock, it was already semi-erect.

“Mmmmm…” I said as I took it in my hands. I admired it for a moment, he’d a great cock. At about 8” he was just this side of too big. It was thick, thick as a tube from a roll of paper towels, the head was just a big thicker; I loved his cock, I took it in my mouth.  God it felt, I loved how it got harder as I sucked it, there was a drop of pre-cum on the tip; I licked it off, my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. I couldn’t get it all in my mouth so my hands were wrapped around it and I jerked him off as I sucked him. I stopped for a moment, I was in a T-shirt and panties, I reached down and pulled my T-shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. He loved my tits, 36D and firm, I wanted him to see them; I lowered my mouth back to his cock. He pushed my hair back over my shoulders, he loved to watch me; I met his eyes and pulled my mouth off his cock.

“Like the view…” I teased and licked the tip.

“You’re beautiful…God…this is the best sight…Sajid too have enjoyed a lot…getting blowjob from you…” Yash replied, I went back to sucking his cock. He reached for me, since a blowjob is often a prelude to sex; I’m sure he thought that’s where this was going.

“Nope…this is all about you…” I said and lowered my head back to his cock, my hand continued to stroke his cock.

“Where do you want to cum…” I said and went back to sucking.

“In my mouth…on my face…on my tits…anywhere you want…” I said and went back to sucking. I pulled my hair forward and wrapped it around his cock, I stroked it with my hair.

“In my hair…” I smiled and again took the tip in my mouth. I loved being dirty and talking dirty and though most times we’ve sex it is loving and slow, sometimes I just wanted to fuck. I could feel his cock start to swell.

“No…I’ll choose…” I said and pulled my hair back, sat up straight and thrust my tits out.

“Cum all over me baby…” I said as I continued to stroke his cock. He started to cum, I aimed his cock at my open mouth; the first blast of cum hit me on my chin and in my mouth, the next on my face as he continued to cum, he got it all over my face, neck and tits.

“Mmmmm…” I moaned as I stroked out the last drop, I again took his cock in my mouth so I could taste him. I swallowed the last drop. I sat back on my heels, got a glob on my fingers and licked them off.

“God…I love your cum…” I said and started to rub his cum into my tits.

“I love you…” Yash said.

“Well…I better go shower…” I said after the cum started to dry, as I left the room, I pushed my panties down; stepped out of them and left them laying on the floor. I got into the shower and felt the hot water wash the cum off of me. I thought about Yash and how hot he was, my fingers slipped to my pussy; I was already primed and wet from giving Yash a blowjob. Almost as soon as I touched my pussy I came; it felt good. The shower door opened and Yash stepped into the shower.

“Was that good?” He laughed; he’d obviously seen me cum.

“Not as good as your cock…” I purred. He took me in his arms and kissed me, hard and long. My body was feeling the heat, I could feel my tits pressed against his chest; my nipples were hear, his hands slipped to my pussy and he started to rub my clit. I moaned, he slipped two fingers into my pussy; I came, we continued to kiss. My hand slid down and encircled his cock. It was rock hard.

“Mmmmm…” I moaned, he then turned me around. I put my hands against the shower wall and bent over sticking my ass up as high as I could. Yash was 5” taller than me so he’d to bend his knees to enter me; his cock slipped easily into my wet pussy.

God it felt good. He fucked me, holding onto my hips; I felt him bury his cock in me then pull out, then do it over and over. I came again. Yash had already cum so he was not about to cum fast, we turned off the water, dried off and headed to bed. I laid down on my back as he entered me, we fucked for at least an hour.

The next morning, I called Tina; at first, she was reluctant, not because she was worried about living with us, but because she didn’t want to impose. I assure her that it wasn’t an imposition and that Yash had suggested it as a way for her to save up from rent or hostel charges. She finally accepted. After ten days, Tina came Canada; she cane 20 days before her college opening so that she can adjust with the route and etc.  

We quickly fell into a routine with Tina doing her share or more of the stuff around the house. I loved having Tina here, she and I talked, about aunties etc. Most of the time it was just normal stuff, she settled into our household routine pretty easily. At night we’d hang out on the sectional and watch TV. I didn’t think much about it then, I would wear my normal T-shirt and panties. Tina started out wearing sleep gym shorts and a T-shirt, I knew she slept naked as I did. She and Yash started the remodel/update of our house, they worked easily together and had a great relationship. One day I happened to work late at gym, when I got home; Tina was asleep with her head on Yash’s shoulder. He put his fingers to his lips and shushed me, I wasn’t worried; I trusted them both absolutely, I was more concerned for Tina, it was obvious she’d been crying missing her family.

Life went on, we included Tina in almost all our activities, we would often go out for dinner, to a movie, or dancing and we’d always include Tina. As a week went on I would notice people checking us out, I realized people must wonder about the hot guy with two pretty women on his arms. When we’d go dancing men would approach us not sure which was single and try to get a dance, Tina told us she wasn’t ready for men yet. I would hang on to Yash and say I’m with him. Then they’d turn to me and I’d do the same. They’d wander away shaking their heads or make a joke and shake Yash’s hand. For us, we’d laugh and have fun. The one thing we did do was, the more men that approached us it seemed the more we’d dirty dance with Yash. It was fun having the men watch us as we shook out asses, we’d grind on Yash and grind on each other. I’m sure on those nights we were a lot of men’s fantasies. Often on these nights when I’d grind against Yash, I could feel his cock get hard, I was sure that if I felt it Tina felt it too. In some ways it was weird, I realized I was proud of his cock. I wondered if she realized how nice it was from the bulge. We are close, I’d told her in the past what a great lover he was. I’d even told her he’d a great cock; I wondered whet she could feel. When we’d get home from these nights, Yash would take me right to our room and fuck the hell out of me.

I’d tease him “What? Dancing with two beautiful woman…make you horny…which one of us got you all hot and bothered…is this hard cock because of me or my hot little sister…are you thinking about fucking me…or it’s my baby sister…you’re thinking about…”

One night after dinner and dancing, I was on my hands and knees, Yash was furiously fucking me from behind; my head was down on the mattress, as he pounded me. I teased him “That’s it baby…fuck me…who are you fucking…from behind like this…I probably look just like Tina …are you thinking about me…or my sister’s sext little ass in the air…”

“God…baby…I love you…” Yash replied.

“That’s it…fuck me…you know what the little slut once told me?” I breathed. He grunted something.

“She once told me…she would have done a threesome with me…if you had asked…” I told him. Yash started fucking me faster, I came with a moan.

“Oh…my baby…you’re thinking of my baby sister…having a threesome with me…” I teased.

“Fuck…that’s hot…” Yash moaned, he was furiously fucking me, he’d his hand wrapped in my hair and lightly pulled it as he pounded my pussy. I came again.

“You pervert…imagining fucking me and my sister…do you imagine us together…maybe her and I kissing…you want us to be little sluts for you…I’m your fuck toy…your wife…do you want her too…are you thinking about her slutty little ass…in the air…next to mine…are you baby…God…yes baby…that feels so good…if you promise to fuck me like this…you can think about my little sister…and I anytime you want…I’m yours…you can fuck me anyway you want… ” I grunted as he fucked me. I felt him stiffen up, I knew he was about to cum.  

“Come on baby…fill me up…cum in my pussy…you can imagine…it’s Tina’s pussy… imagine being in her tight little cunt…come on baby…cum for me…” I said as I could feel him cum, jet after hot jet filling my pussy, I came again.  


*****End of Chapter- 12*****

Friends, I was thinking of some changes in story...so here I'm with new chapters...hope you guys will love reading it... Trying to add Tina....to make the story interesting. 

[reema4uhoney]

Chapter- 13

 

 

Yash finished cumming and we fell to the bed facing each other.

 

“That was hot baby…” Yash said.

 

“Yeah…you want to fuck my little sister…” I teased.

 

“It’s a hot thought…she is pretty hot” He admitted, we kissed.

 

“I adore you…” he said.

 

“I love you…” I replied and we fell asleep. I’d a weird experience that night, I heard a noise in the hall. I got up and pulled a T-shirt on and opened my door, there in the hall was Tina, stark naked, standing in front of the bathroom door. I mean, it made sense, she sleeps naked, the bathroom is in the hall, why get dressed if we’re both asleep in our room, it’s the middle of the night and we have our own bathroom. Still it felt strange, I’d seen her naked before; but that was usually when we were dressing or changing, not just standing in a hall. Worse yet, I realized the T-shirt I was wearing only came to my waist and my pussy and ass were hanging out. With what Yash and I’d just been talking about and I felt awkward.

 

“Oops…sorry…” I said.

 

“My fault…” Tina replied. Neither of us moved, I’m not sure either of us knew what to do. I realized her body was fantastic.

 

“Well…” Tina said and pushed open the bathroom door.

 

“Oh right…” I said and turned to enter my room, I climbed back into bed.

 

“Everything Ok?” Yash asked.

 

“Yeah…I just ran into Tina…naked in the hall…” I replied.

 

“What?” he asked and I told him what happened.

 

“Dammit…why didn’t you wake me…your husband is supposed to investigate hall noises…” Yash said.

 

“You would have loved it…she has an amazing body…” I replied, Yash kissed me and we went back to sleep. The next morning, I ran into Tina in the kitchen; she was in her usual shorts and T-shirt. I was in my panties and T-shirt.

 

“I see you put on panties…” Tina laughed.

 

“Oh sure…miss strut around naked…you should talk…” I replied.

 

“Well…I could strut around in just a T-shirt like you…” Tina joked back.

 

“I bet…Yash would love that…” I responded.

 

“Can you imagine…if he’d seen us?” Tina laughed.

 

I thought about it. “He would have loved it…” I said.

 

“You’d kill me…” Tina answered.

 

“No…I wouldn’t…I trust you both completely…besides…he deserves a thrill every once in a while…” I said.

 

“I’ll see what I can do…” Tina said, we both laughed and hugged each other. I was aware of her tits pressing against me through her T-shirt. Our day was the usual stuff, that night we went to undress for the night. I put on my standard T-shirt and panties; Yash in shorts and a T-shirt, when Tina came down the stairs, we both looked. Rather than shorts and a T-shirt, she was wearing a tank top and little lacy boy shorts. She looked cute, we both stared.

 

She looked at us and said “I’ll go change…”

 

“Don’t be silly…you look fine…” I responded. She came and joined us on the couch, I kept looking at her, she looked so cute. I watched Yash; he was doing that thing where you try not to look but can’t help it. Another stupid thought: her panties were cuter than my cotton bikinis. When we got to bed, Yash pulled my pussy to his face and started licking me. It felt so good.

 

“This couldn’t have anything to do with my sister’s panties…could it?” I teased, at that point; I didn’t care, all I cared about was his tongue against my clit. I came. He moved up my body and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy, he pushed forward. He sank right into me, it felt so good.

 

“Mmmmm…” I moaned, then I started; I don’t know why, but I liked bringing up my sister when we were in bed.

 

“She did wear cute panties…I’ve to up my game…or would you rather see them on the floor… she had a cute ass and pussy…I’m sorry…I got to see it…and you didn’t…” I said.

 

Yash moaned and started pumping me harder, this time he responded “Yes…I’d love to see hers…and your panties on the floor…”

 

“Next to each other?” I teased.

 

“God Yes…” Yash replied.

 

“Hmmmm…would you want to take them off us…or have us take them off each other…” I said.

 

“Yes…” Yash answered, and we both laughed. He pushed my legs straight up lifting my ass off the bed, in this position he could thrust deeper and I could get his whole cock in my cunt.

 

“Ummmm….” I grunted as he thrust into me.

 

“That’s it baby…fuck me…fuck your little slut…fuck my cunt…I’ll give you anything you want…” I said as his cock pumped me, I was feeling like his slut and I loved that feeling. I meant it, I loved him so much and he treated me so well I would do anything for him. I knew his love for me, even after knowing everything about my adventures with Sajid he loved me.

 

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me and said “Well…we can talk about her later…right now…I want all of you on and in me…” I thrust my hips into him and fucked back as he pumped me.

 

“Yes…ssss…Gooodddddd…Mmmmm…” I screamed as I came, I let him fuck me another orgasm and then I was getting tired.

 

I pulled him to me and said “Cum in me…I want to sleep…knowing part of you is inside of me…” I kissed him as I said and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me.

 

“Cum for me baby…give it all to me…” I said as I felt him stiffen, I felt the hot cum flood my pussy with pulse after pulse. I came again, we feel asleep in each other’s arms.

 

The next morning, I ran into Tina in the kitchen “Good night last night?” she asked.

 

I looked at her

 

 “That…Yes…God…yes…was pretty loud…normally I can only hear muffled sounds…but that was loud and clear…” Tina said teasing.

 

I blushed “I’m sorry…” I said and then added with a small conspiratorial smile “but yeah…it was good…”

 

“Yes…I heard that last night…” Tina laughed.  

 

“I’m sorry…it must be hard for you…listening all these stuff…” I said.

 

“Actually no…it’s kind of nice…feels good to be a part of it…even as a close observer…” Tina said.

 

“You’re much more than that…” I said and hugged her. That night as I changed for the evening, I thought about Tina in a T-shirt and boy shorts; I looked at the little cotton bikinis I wore at night. They were cute but I owned a lot of nicer stuff I always changed out of or saved for nights out. I wondered why Yash loved me in sexy panties, why wasn’t I wearing them more often. I pulled out a white lace string biking pair and stepped into them; I looked in mirror, I forgot how hot I looked in them. I pulled on a small T-shirt that left my naval exposed, let him check her out now, I laughed to myself.

 

When I headed downstairs Tina and Yash were there on the sectional, plenty of room for me next to Yash. Tina was in a T-shirt and boy shorts again, they both looked at me.

 

“Whoa sis…looking hot…someone’s going get laid tonight…” Tina said.

 

“Well…with you sitting there all sexy…I figured…I needed to up my game to keep Yash’s attention…” I laughed as I said. We all laughed. What we didn’t realize then was that this was the start of the ‘panty war’ as Yash laughingly now like to call it. I always said my sister and I were loving, I never said we weren’t competitive. If one of us would get hurt, we would never compete, but if it was just fun…game on. The next night I wore a different T-shirt and string bikini panties, the T-shirt came to just above my navel. Tina was wearing a T-shirt above the navel and a skimpier pair of boy shorts than the night before that showed a lot of cheek. It just got worse, or better depending on your point of view.

 

Every day we were in panties and T-shirts, everything was covered; I’d bathing suits that covered less. One day she or I would show up in boy short, string bikini, or sexy bikini panties. Sometimes they were very low-cut, sometimes they showed a lot of cheek; once I wore a silk pair of very low-cut string bikinis that tied on the sides. The T-shirt would also change, navels were always exposed; sometimes as short as the rib cage, sometimes low-cut and showing a lot of cleavage. We were each trying to outdo the other. I’ve to admin, the panty war made me hot. I fucked Yash every night and when I say I fucked him; I mean I fucked him. I practically attacked him every night, I wanted to be fucked hard and dirty; I wanted to suck his cock, I wanted to take it from behind. I wanted to ride his cock, I even had my ass fucked; I wanted cum all over me, the panty war made me super horny. If I’d ever acted like a slut in bed before, I outdid it during the panty wars.

 

Often, I’d bring up Tina while fucking; especially when he was taking me from behind, I liked the fact that my ass probably looked just like Tina’s. I liked teasing Yash with it. Often, I’d be on my knees, my chest and head on the mattress, I loved that position; I could take Yash deep and feel every inch of his cock. But, the aspect of him not seeing my face, I could be anyone, I want or anyone he wanted was a super turn on. One experience was super-hot, I’d started teasing him; I got on my hands and knees, I was so wet these nights I needed no fo-play.

 

“Get over here…fuck me…give me that cock…fuck me like your slut…stuff my cunt with that hard meat…” I begged.

 

“You think…just because you’re running around in your panties…that’s slutty enough…to get you fucked like a slut…” Yash responded as he climbed on the bed behind me and positioned himself.

 

“Please…I need to be fucked…” I begged.

 

“What do you want?” Yash teased, placing the head of his cock against my wet pussy lips. I pressed back trying to push myself onto his cock, he kept pulling back just pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance to my pussy.

 

“I want to get fucked…” I screamed, thinking about it now I realize there was no way Tina didn’t hear me.

 

“Fuck me you bastard…fuck your slutty wife’s pussy…here…if you don’t want to fuck me… pretend its Tina’s pussy…I’m sure from that view we look alike…” I put my head down on the bed sticking my ass up higher. He grabbed his cock and started rubbing it up and down my wet slit from clit to asshole. I was so wet he was spreading my juices all over my clit and ass.

 

“Please…stick it in me…stick it in my pussy…fuck my ass…I don’t care…just fuck me…do you think Tina ever had fucked…maybe you could be the first to take her virgin pussy…” I begged, again trying to push back onto his cock. With a grunt he shoved his cock deep in my pussy. I came, he started to pump his cock into me slamming me into the bed with each thrust. I was wet, you could hear the sound of my juices every time he pulled back. He pushed my shoulders to the bed and started pounding me.

 

“That’s it baby…fuck your slit…pound my pussy…who’s pussy are you thinking about…mine or Tina’s…would you like to have Tina’s sweet pussy here spread in front of you…you could see your cock spreading her lips as you pushed your cock into her…” I said, he started fucking me harder, I came again.

 

“Ummmm…that’s it…baby…take that pussy…fuck it…take that cunt…fuck it hard…come on baby…cum all over my ass…paint it with your cum…I want to feel it hot and sticky on my skin…dripping down my ass and thighs…cum for me…” I grunted with every thrust. I could feel him start to tense, at the last minute he pulled out. Rope after rope landed on my ass, back, and thighs. It felt hot, it felt like it clung to my skin; I loved it. I got thirsty and asked Yash if he wanted some water. He said yes, I pulled on a T-shirt that just covered my ass and headed to the kitchen. I could feel the cum drying on my skin, I started getting horny again. When I reached the den Tina was there watching TV.

 

“I couldn’t sleep…” Tina said.

 

“I’m sorry…I’m just heading to the kitchen to get some water…” I replied. She watched me as I headed for the kitchen.

 

“Is that what I think it is?” Tina asked. I played dumb; I’d forgotten I was dripping with drying cum.

 

“Ummmm…” I stammered, not knowing what to say.

 

“It is…lucky you…I don’t know how long I’ve to wait for this…don’t know when I’m going to feel the same…” she laughed. 

 

“I love the way it feels…sometimes when he cum on my face…I fantasize that we go out and everyone sees the cum drying on my face…” I said.

 

“Mmmmm…that sounds fun…” Tina replied.

 

“Slut…” I teased.

 

“I wish…right now…I’m more like a nun…” she replied. I laughed; the panty war went on for at least 15 days. Then one day we both showed up wearing matching pink boy shorts and pink tank tops.

 

“Jinx…” We both said at the same time and laughed. The competition was over, but panties and T-shirt became acceptable wear around the house in front of Yash. Life went on, due to heavy snowing Tina’s college was re-schedule. We settled into a routine, Yash and I fucked often and furiously. On mornings after I got fucked Tina would often ask me if I’d a fun night. I don’t know how much she heard, didn’t matter; Yash was a great fuck and I was proud of our sex life. I’d told her about it before she moved in, it was no different now. Sometimes I’d describe in details how Yash allowed me to have fun with Sajid.

 

Yash and I decided to visit Ritika in Detroit, where she was staying in a hostel-based college. We were going to drive to Detroit, sightseeing along the way, it would be a 3-day 2-night drive, we rented an air b&b on the coast. We were going to motel it on the way.

 

“What about Tina…” I asked Yash.

 

“If she come…it’s ok with me…she’ll all alone…since her college is re-schedule…” Yash replied.  When I asked Tina, she said she didn’t want to impose. I told her it was no imposition and that it was Ok with Yash. So, we rented two room cabins at the ocean and could figure out sleeping arrangements. I went back and told Tina, she was so excited, she jumped up and hugged me. Just then Yash walked in the room, he stopped, looked and kind of didn’t know where to go. I realized he’d just walked in to two hot women hugging in their underwear and wasn’t quite sure how to process it. 

 

“Thank you so much…you guys have been so good to me…” Tina said, then she giggled and said “I promise to make myself scarce at times…so you can have vacation sex…” We all laughed but in the back of my mind I wondered we’d manage that. When the day to leave arrived we all packed and loaded the car. I wore a cute little sundress Yash liked, in face, all I brought were sundresses, bathing suit, and some of my prettiest underwear. Tina came down also wearing a short sundress, we practically looked like twins, I noticed when she stood in front of the open door you could practically see through the dress. She looked hot, then I realized that if I stood there you could probably see through mine; I liked the idea and knew Yash didn’t mind. He liked it when people checked me out, he liked knowing I was kind of on display.

 

We jumped in the car and took off. Between talking, singing to the radio, sleeping and surfing net, the drive was uneventful. We arrived at the motel around 7, we quickly checked in; the motel was standard fair with two queen beds, we dropped off our bags and headed for dinner. Dinner was at a chain restaurant with decent menu, it was uneventful except for the 4 teenagers at a nearby table checking out Tina and me. They were trying to be quite but it wasn’t working.

 

“Look how short that dress is…Dammit…she got great legs…” One of them said.

 

“Yeah…the tits aren’t bad either…” Other one said.

 

“I’d like to motorboat those babies…” Said the third one.

 

“Do you think…that guy fucks both of them?” Fourth one asked. Sometimes when Tina caught them looking her, she would smile at them. Once when they made a fairly crude comment she waved. For my part, I let my dress slide up as I sat, from the right spot I was sure someone could see my panties. We all laughed at their behaviour and joked about it. I’d to use the restroom, I swivelled out of my seat with my legs spread wide flashing them. At first there was complete silence, then they started talking.

 

“Did you see that…she totally flashed us…” And so on.

 

We finished our meal and headed back to the motel, it was around 9:00 and we decided to hit the sack and get an early start. Tina went to change in the bathroom, I realized I’d not brought anything to sleep. I asked Yash for a T-shirt and put it on, it barely covered my ass but that was fine. I was going to be under the covers, Yash had his shorts and T-shirt. Tina came out of the bathroom in a T-shirt and little boy short panties. A bit of small talk, checking messages and e-mail and it was time to sleep. We climbed into bed and my shirt slid up, I wiggled naked ass against Yash. He spooned me, kissed my neck, and we fell asleep.

 

I felt something hard poking into me and I woke up in the middle of the night. A quick look told me that Yash was asleep, but he was sporting a huge hard-on. I started to tingle between my legs, I looked at Tina in the other bed, she was fast asleep. I reached down behind me and started rubbing Yash’s cock through his shorts, he was rock hard; eventually he opened his eyes. It took him a minute to orient himself but once he did, he slid his hand up under my shirt and started pulling on my nipples and playing with my tits. I pushed his shorts down and released his cock, it felt good against me; I let go of his cock and slid my hand down to my pussy. I slid a finger inside me, I was wet; I pulled the finger out and held it behind my shoulder so he could suck it clean. He did. Now it was his turn, he moved his hands from my tits to my pussy and started playing with my clit. I gave a sharp intake of breath, and then looked over at Tina to make sure she was still sleeping, she was on her side facing us but her eyes were closed.

 

As I rubbed my ass against his cock, Yash fingered me to an orgasm; I tried to stifle a moan but I made a small one.

 

“Shhhh…” Yash whispered. I looked over at Tina, she still seemed to be sleeping; I bent a little forward and threw one leg over Yash. In this position I reached back and guided his cock to my pussy, he’d to held but in moments he was deep inside me. After a few thrusts I started to cum again, I moaned; Yash shushed me, I looked at Tina and my heart skipped a beat. Her eyes were open, with a playful smile she brought her fingers to her lips and silently shushed me. I moaned again and came again.

*****End Of Chapter-13*****

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Chapter- 14

 

 

Tina couldn’t see anything; she could probably see Yash’s thrusting motion under the covers but that’s it. Yash continued to fuck me clueless that Tina was watching, for my part I bit my lip and Tina and I looked into each other’s eyes. I saw Tina’s hand slip under the covers, she closed her eyes; I knew she was playing with her pussy, she opened her eyes, brought her fingers to her mouth and then back under the covers. I came again, I realized that I like to lick my fingers when masturbating too. I came one more time wiggling my hips while Yash fucked me, I moaned again, not as softly. Tina let out a little squeak, I could tell she came; hearing that Yash stopped moving, he looked over my shoulder. Tina had closed her eyes and was pretending to sleep. Yash continued to fuck me, Tina again opened her eyes and gave me an evil grin. I came again; the idea that we were practically being watched turned me on. I felt Yash started to tense up, I pushed back, load after load of hot cum filled my pussy. As he pulled out some cum dropped down my thigh. I left it there, pushed my ass back into Yash and fell back asleep.

 

We work up early to go, Yash jumped in the shower first.

 

“What’s that on your thigh?” Tina asked jokingly, she knew what it was.

 

“Cum…Yash’s cum…” I said and stuck my tongue out at her.

 

“Look delicious…” She said.

 

I reached down and got some of the dried cum on my fingers, I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean and said “It is…”

 

Yash got out of the shower and Tina went in, Yash looked at me and said “You’ve cum on your leg…”

 

“I know…Tina told me…” I replied.

 

“T…T…Tina…” he stammered.

 

“Yeah…she told me while you were in shower…” I replied and kissed him. Yash got dressed, Tina came out of the bathroom fully dressed; she was wearing a short pink pleated skirt and a white tank top. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. I headed to the bathroom stripping off my T-shirt as I went, the idea of them both seeing me naked at the same time appealed to me. I took a shower, dried off and then walked out of the bathroom naked, I took a green shirt dress that buttoned down the front and put it on. I left most of the buttons undone, if you were in front of me and I bent over, you would see my nipples. If the dress pulled up; I’d be flashing someone. I started packing.

 

“Ummm…that’s all your wearing?” Yash asked.

 

“What else do I need…” I quipped. Yash really didn’t have an answer, I looked at Tina. She mouthed “Slut…” and smiled. We all hopped in the car and started driving, eventually Yash put his hand on my thigh, we often drive this way, just touching; this time I pushed my dress aside so his hand was on my bare thigh. Yash quickly glanced at Tina then smiled at me, I shifted in my seat and unbuttoned another button; my pussy was exposes, Yash took no time and quickly started playing with my pussy.

 

“What’s got into you?” Yash asked quietly.

 

I shrugged my shoulders “Why? Complaining?” I responded, he gave me a big grin and shook his head; he fingered me to an orgasm. Almost at that moment a truck rolled by, the driver must have seen what was going on, he beeped his horn and kept pace with us for a moment. The horn made Tina look up.

 

“What are you two doing up there?” Tina asked, she quickly looked around the seat; we weren’t quick enough, she caught Yash’s hand pulling out of my pussy and me with my pussy exposed legs spread.

 

“You pervs…” Tina exclaimed teasingly, then to me “What would mom say if she knew you were flashing your pussy to truckers?”

 

“Who knows…maybe she had flashed them too…” I laughed.

 

“Well…two can play this game…” Tina said and whipped off her shirt exposing her perfect tits. The next truck that passed us, Tina pressed her tits up against the window; the trucker beeped his horn, we continued to flash truckers. Truckers quickly pull up to us and then slow down to keep pace with us. We’d blow them kisses and flash our tits, ass and pussy. Yash fingered me to another orgasm as trucks passed by.

 

“Yes…fuck…yes…” I said, pushing my pussy against his fingers and holding on to the back of my seat.

 

Tina knew what had happened “Are you fingering the slut up there?” she teased laughingly “What would your poor baby sister think?” she went on.

 

“She’d wish it was her…” I said somewhere between a scream and a pant as another orgasm washed over me.

 

“Damn straight…” Tina said and lay back in the seat and pulled her skirt up to her waist, she slid out of her panties and tossed them up into the front seat. At one-point Tina was laying in the back seat, top off, skirt around her waist and playing with her pussy. A truck rolled by; Tina let out a “Fuck yes…” I could tell she’d cum by the dirty little smile she gave me. We finally rolled into the motel laughing and trying to pull ourselves together, Yash got the room and we brought in what we needed and headed out for dinner.

 

None of us were tired, so we decided to watch a movie, we changed for bed; me in a T-shirt, Yash in his shorts and T-shirt and Tina in a T-shirt and panties. We put on a movie. I wasn’t wearing panties and when I laid on my stomach to watch movie, my T-shirt slid up exposing my ass. Yash’s hand found its way to my ass and started rubbing it, Tina was sitting against her headboard and could see everything. I spread my legs a little as he massaged the crack of my ass, I wanted to fuck him right then and there. This whole day had made me horny and three orgasm against his fingers just made me want his cock more. The movie ended, we turned out the lights and tried to sleep. Yash was out in minutes.

 

“Hey sis…I love you…” Tina said.

 

“I love you too…” I told her, all this time living together had made us closer than ever. I lay there with my eyes open horny as hell, my fingers slowly caressing my clit. My fingers were not going to cut it tonight. I needed a cock, I looked over at Tina, she looked asleep. Yash was lying on his back sleeping, I rolled towards him; my back to Tina, I slid my hand down his shorts and started stroking his cock. I felt it start to get hard, I saw his eyes open. He took a second to orient.

 

“What are you doing?” Yash mouthed.

 

“I’m going to fuck you…” I put my mouth right near his ear and whispered. He lifted his head and looked past me at Tina, she seemed asleep.

 

“Be quite…” I whispered as I threw a leg over him and straddled his body. I reached down and aimed his cock at my pussy, slowly I lowered myself on to his cock. God it was what I needed. When he was all the way in, I used my knees and hips to fuck him; it felt so good. I looked over at Tina, she still looks asleep, I laid on top of Yash’s chest as we slowly fucked. I let out a soft “Mmmmm…” I looked at Tina again, her eyes were open and she was smiling at me, I felt a heat ripple through my body “Oh God…” I said.

 

“Shhhh…you’ll wake Tina…” Yash said.

 

I decided to go for it “She’s already awake…” I told him. Yash’s eyes turned towards Tina, she gave him a nice smile and waved. Yash stopped moving, I started moving again, started pumping myself up and down on his cock. I let the blankets fall off me, using my arms to support me I raised my upper body. My tits were completely exposed, I used my knees and hips to fuck Yash.

 

I didn’t even pretend to be quite “That’s it…fuck me…fuck me while my sister is watching …I’ve always told her…what a good fuck you are…Mmmmm…it feels so good…” I grounded my hips against his cock. I don’t think Yash forgot that Tina was in the room but he sure got comfortable fast, he grabbed my hips and thrust his cock up into me.

 

“That’s it…fuck me baby…fuck…yessss…I’m ccccuuummmmiiinnnngggg…” I moaned and with that shivered as the orgasm washed over me, I was sure that under the covers Tina was playing with herself. I wanted her to see more, I sat up straight and let the covers fall off me completely. I tilted my head back and thrust my tits out, I rode Yash’s cock.

 

“Yes…that feels so good…fuck me…fuck my cunt…fuck…” I let out, then with a giant orgasm I hung my head forward “Yes…yes…fuck…” I screamed as I came, when I looked at Tina, she’d kicked the covers off her; her top was over her tits and she was playing with her tits with one hand. The other hand was in her panties playing with her pussy.

 

“Look at Tina…” I said to Yash, he turned to look at her, she gave him a shy smile and said “Don’t stop…” Watching Tina playing with herself sent Yash into super excitement mode, he rolled me on my back and pushed my legs straight up against his shoulders. I could only imagine Tina’s view of his cock. He lined it up with my pussy, using my legs to tilt my pussy up he started fucking me. He also got verbal. “Is this what you want…you want to be fucked hard…in front of your sister…you want her to see…how slutty you can act…fucking in front of your sister…flashing those truckers…and your baby sister…she was frigging herself for truckers…I bet if I’d stopped…she would have let one of them fuck her…”

 

I heard Tina moan.

 

“Is this what you want…you want me to show Tina…all the ways you like to fuck…do you want to tell her…you sometimes pretend you’re her…when we fuck…” He went on. Tina moaned again.

 

“Show her…what position you like to fuck in…when you pretend to be her…” Yash ordered, I quickly got on my hands and knees, head down on the mattress; ass up in the air. Yash got behind me and started thrusting his cock in and out of me.

 

“Tell her…what you say…when I fuck you like this…” Yash ordered again, I looked at Tina, I grunted with each thrust; between thrust I told Tina what I’d said. “I asked him if he thought we’d look alike in this position…could he imagine that he was fucking you…”

 

“Show me…” Tina said. So, I did, just like I did at home “Come on baby…is my little sister turning you on…would you like to fuck her sweet little cunt…do you think she looks like me in this position…do you think you could tell the difference between us…” Yash just kept pounding me from behind.

 

“Oh God…that is so fucking hot…I wonder if our pussies do look the same…” Tina said, Yash kept fucking me from behind, on her bed Tina for on all fours; she’d completely lost her panties. Her ass facing Yash and me, she spread her legs a bit and lowered her chest and shoulders to the mattress. As we watched she reached down between her legs and started playing with her pussy. It was fucking hot, watching Tina with Yash’s cock pumping me from behind I couldn’t control myself.   

 

“Fuck Tina…this is so fucking hot…you’ve a sexy pussy…I hope mine is as pretty…fuck… yes…fuck hard…fuck…I’m cccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg….” I came hard, no this time I squirt and drenched Yash’s cock and had juices running down my leg, soaking the bed. As I came Tina let out an “Ohhhhh….” And also came, she collapsed onto her belly and turned to watch us. I’d cum so much I wanted Yash to cum, I wanted Yash to cum all over me and wanted Tina to see and I knew how to make him cum.

 

“Come on baby…fuck me…fuck my cunt…its yours…cum on my ass…spray your hot cum on me…I want to feel your hot and sticky cum on my skin…baby fuck me…give it all to me…” I watched Tina, she was on her side again still playing with her pussy and could tell she was close again.

 

“Come on baby…show my baby sister how much you cum…maybe next time you can cum… all over her slutty little ass…come on baby…show her what you got…” That did it, he pulled out as rope after rope of hot cum squirted out of his cock and all over my back, legs and thighs. I came with a loud “Fuck yes…” as the hot cum hit my body. At the same time, I heard Tina say “Oh my God…yes…fuck…” her body shuddered and I could tell she’d cum again. We all rested to catch our breath for a moment, I bent my head to lick Yash’s cock clean; it was covered in my juices and his, I licked it clean.

 

“That’s look fucking good…” As I did Tina said.

 

“Yes indeed…” I replied, I noticed Yash had fallen asleep; I got up to wash some of the cum off me, Tina followed me to the bathroom. 

 

“God…that was hot…I hope someday…I find a man like Yash…he is so good to you…and so good to me…he always makes me feel I belong here…by the way…that cum dripping off your body looks delicious…” Tina said.

 

I’d gotten a washcloth and was cleaning up, I put a gob of cum on my finger and sucked it off. “It’s delicious…” I said, Tina was looking at me; I scooped another glob onto my finger and brought it to her lips, Tina licked my finger clean.

 

“Mmmmm…you’re right…it’s delicious…” Tina said, helped me finish washing the cum off my body and hugged me. Nothing too sexual, but a kiss.

 

“Mmmmm…I can taste Yash’s cum…and your pussy on your lips…” Tina said. I’d forgot I just sucked Yash’s cock clean, we both went to sleep. The next day there was no pre-tense of changing separately in bathrooms, we’d all seen each other naked. We got in the car and drove; it was a quieter drive than the day before. Tina broke the ice.

 

“Yash…I want you to know that I love both of you…you’ve been so good to me…thank you for everything…I hope I haven’t caused any trouble…things got kind of wild last night…” Tina said.

 

“Tina we too love you…we all loved the wild part…but not because it was wild…but because it was you…you mean a lot to us…that could not have happened…without the trust we built since you moved in with us…” Yash replied and asked to me “Right baby?”

 

“You’re my little sister…we’ve shared everything in life…we’ve less secrets now…I’ve loved having you with us…shifting in our house…and on this trip…I kind of wish it would never end…” I replied and we all giggled. The ride went on, we talked about our futures. Tina felt that after living with us it would be hard for her to find love that would measure up to what we’d and what she experienced with us. I made the joke she could just stay with us forever. The conversation went on in a kind of jokey fashion about how we could live together, we all were mostly joking. We talked about things we wanted to do in life, a lot of it was repetitious, after all, we’d been living together, but for some reason it felt good to talk about it that day. We reached the beach house and moved in. It had a kind size bed and a couch; it was right on the water. We threw our stuff down, changes into bathing suits and headed down to the ocean.

 

Neither Tina’s or my bathing suit covered much skin, a lot of men and women checked us out as we walked down the beach; we hit the water playfully with Yash grabbing us and throwing us while we tried to dunk him. Basically, Yash had two sexy women trying to wrap themselves around him. We played till we were exhausted and decided to take a nap before dinner. We all just stripped off our wet suits, then we stood awkwardly for a moment; each looking at the other naked. Without the sexual thing going on, this was different; it was just baring yourselves to each other, open and vulnerable. I wanted to get the salt off me before a nap, so did Tina. I turned on the shower and we both stepped in, we playfully did each other’s back. It wasn’t sexual, it was just helping each other. We dried off as Yash jumped in, when he was done, he came out to find us hugging naked in the queen size bed.

 

“Well…I guess…I got the couch…” he quipped.

 

“There’s plenty of room for you here…” we said as we patted the bed between us.

 

“That spot looks dangerous…” Yash joked as he climbed between us, he held out his arms and we both cuddled in on either side of him. We laid on our sides and rested our heads on his shoulders and put our free arms over his chest. We just lay there for a while, then I kissed Yash on the cheek.

 

“I love you…you’ve been so good to us…I’ve always loved you…but once again…you’ve showed me why…and that’s why you get blowjobs anytime you want…” I joked. Tina looked at me and laughed. She then kissed Yash on the cheek as well.

 

“She is not the only one…who loves you…I love you too…you’ve always been good to me…” Tina said jokingly. We fell asleep like that. When I woke up, we were still in that position; Yash had a hardon in his sleep. His cock was sticking straight up, I let my hand slide down his body and lightly stroked his cock. I loved the way it felt in my hand, I was very gentle; I didn’t want to wake him. In few minutes Tina woke up and saw what I was doing. I made a shush motion with my lips.

 

Tina watched me stroke Yash’s cock, it wasn’t mad sex; it was just gently and affectionately. I thought about Yash, how good he was to me, how good he was to Tina. I just wanted to wake him up and suck his cock, but I was enjoying this languid intimate moment with Tina. I’d a surreal moment, this perfect moment should last forever; lying here with the two people I loved most in the world. Just the three of us, together; I reached for Tina’s hand, she gave me a puzzled look. I slowly dragged it down to Yash’s cock. Tina looked at me, she seemed to be asking if I were sure; I was, I knew that even if Yash wasn’t thinking about this the same way I was. I was sure he wouldn’t complain about touching my sexy little sister, she put her head down on his chest and took my place lightly playing with Yash’s cock. I stroked her hair as she did. We lay like that for a good fifteen minutes, finally Yash started to stir.

 

Yash opened his eyes and kissed me, then tilted his head back and said “Mmmm….” enjoying the feeling of his cock being stroked. I brought my hand up to his face and caressed his cheek, I was laying on my side; it took him a moment to realize where both my hands were, so, who was stroking his cock? He looked at Tina, she smiled at him; he followed her arm down to his cock, then he looked at me again.

 

“It’s alright…let it happen…you deserve it…if you can let your wife fuck other men…why can’t I let my husband fuck my little sister…” I said and kissed him. Yash moaned, closed his eyes and laid his head back as Tina stroked his cock. Yash passion built as he realised that after 7 years of fucking the same woman; tonight, he would have a second nice piece of ass and it would be an eager, firm young virgin to boot!

 

“In fact, why don’t both of you give me a show…” I said. I watched as Yash got up and went sat on the chair near the bed. Tina walked over and sat on the arm of the chair. She swung her legs around and plopped into Yash’s lap. She snuggled up against Yash crushing her huge left tit into his chest. His hardon pressed against her butt, she shifted her weight around so her rump rubbed against his steely cock; her face inches from his. Tina’s eyes were ablaze with expectation, she leaned into Yash and they Kissed. Yash kissed her passionately, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Soon they were French kissing.

 

“Hmmmm…that’s so fucking good…” Tina broke off the kiss and said in a breathy voice. She moved her ass around massaging Yash hardon and kissed his deeply again. Yash hungrily returned the kiss.

 

“I want what Reema had…make me a woman tonight…” Tina had a determined look on her face. Yash hand began mauling her magnificent chest, he tweaked and pulled hard on her nipples as he stuck his tongue down her throat.

 

“I can’t see clearly…come on…put a good show for me…” I shouted. Yash carried Tina in his arms and gently dropped her on the bed. Tina was gorgeous, her long hair cascaded off her shoulders, her large tits sat high on her chest. The white orbs where capped off with large brown areolas and hard, pointy nipples. Below them was a narrow waist, slim hips and athletic legs.

 

“I’ve never been with a man before…” Tina said shyly, and reached for Yash’s cock, feeling its heat and hardness. Yash embraced her, her soft body slid along his hard muscles as he pulled her off the bed; standing they hugged each other and kissed. Yash’s hard cock pressed against her soft stomach. Yash slid his hand down her body caressing one breast and grabbing her ass, He broke the kiss and looked at me, Tina took the break as an opportunity to fall down to her knees and started sucking his cock, she could only get about 2” in her mouth; she used her hand to stroke the rest.  Her eyes looked up at him questioning “Am I doing it right?”

 

Yash let out a huge moan and validated her action by saying “That’s feel great…you suck just like your sister…” Seeing her desire to learn how to please him, Yash put his hands in Tina’s hair and started guiding her face up and down on his cock. While she was unable to take all of Yash’s cock in her mouth, she tried with youthful enthusiasm.

 

“Mmmmm…that’s good…with the way you suck…you’ll please any man…” Yash moaned. He pulled her face up to his and kissed her and said “It’s my turn now…I want to enjoy your gorgeous body…I want to suck on those fabulous tits…”

 

Tina lay on her back and Yash lowered himself on her, he kissed her softly while he ground his cock hard into her pubic bone. Tina sighed with pleasure as he dry humped for a while, then he slid down to her magnificent boobs. He caressed one in his hand while his mouth devoured the other, her fat, hard nipples begged to be kissed, sucked and twisted and Yash made sure each got all the attention she could stand. Tina moaned and groaned as he played with them, her hips rocked into his as he teased and aroused her. The smell of her leaking pussy caught Yash’s attention.

 

Yash lowered his head to her pussy, and plunged his tongue into Tina’s pink gash and was rewarded with a rich, tangy sauce. Yash slurped her fluids as she gasped for air. I watched as two fingers disappeared into her snatch as Yash sucked on her clit, Tina screamed and came on Yash’s face. Yash felt the contractions in her vagina.

 

“Oh my God…Ummm…Oh my God….” Tina called out through gritted teeth. Yash rested his head on my thigh; pulled his fingers out of her canal as he let her fully experience her climax. We can see the effect of the electricity coursing through Tina’s body, slowly her breathing returned to normal; the red splotches on her face, neck and chest disappeared.

 

Tina pulled Yash up, she eagerly sought out his lips and kissed him passionately; they French kissed for a long time, Finally, Tina broke the kiss and looked deeply into Yash’s eyes and said “Make me a woman…”

 

“Are you sure?” Yash asked Tina.

 

“Yes…I’m sure enough…let me feel what the real thing is like…” Tina replied and rocked her hips into his throbbing cock.

 

“Are you sure about this…” Yash asked me.

 

“Of course, I’m…tonight I’m going to witness my husband…taking cherry of my little sister …” I said and looking at Tina said “Little sister…my husband…wait…I mean our man…is going to make love to you…”

 

I watched as Tina drew her knees up and exposed her most vulnerable and private part to Yash, he placed the tip of his cock against her warm, wet vulva and slowly slid it forward. She was so wet that penetration happened easily, the head pushed through to her vagina and she caught her breath. Yash stopped. 

 

“No…don’t stop…it paining little…but if you stop…I might change my mind…” Tina said. Their eyes were locked onto each other as Yash penetrated her further, her face was such a mixture of fear and determination that I almost laughed. Yash cock was coated with her slick moisture yet the going was slow, he was being extra cautions; but the truth was Tina’s passageway was exquisitely tight. Like an icebreaker in Artic waters, Yash could feel his cock parting tissue going where no man had gone before.

 

By the time Yash had sank his 6” into Tina, Tina’s face was ashen and her eyes were wide with fear. He pulled her face up to his and kissed her, as they kissed; I caressed his back, I wanted to be a part of that moment. Yash pulled his cock out of her pussy, and pulled her on top of him. Her legs straddled his body, her pussy rested against his cock; they were tenderly kissing. I reached down to his cock between her legs and positioned his cock against the opening of her pussy.

 

“Mmmmm…this feels nice but…I’m dying to get fucked…Reema always tells me…what a great fuck you are…I need a great fuck…” Tina said.

 

“You heard the slut…show her what a great fuck you’re…make me proud…” I giggled. Yash rolled over pushing Tina on her back, he pinned her wrists and positioned himself between her legs; he placed his cock at the opening of he pussy and with one thrust he buried inside her.

 

“God yes…that feels so good…” Tina gasped. Yash still holding her wrists down started pounding her pussy, I worried she might not like it as hard as I did, but I was wrong; she loved it. 

 

“God…yes…Ungh…fuck me…that feels so good…fuck…I love your cock Yash…God… Reema wasn’t lying when she bragged about it…shove that thing in me…” Tina moaned. I couldn’t take much, I started pulling on my tits and playing with my pussy.

 

“That’s so hot…fuck her Yash…fuck her like the slut you want her to be…” I said and then I told to Tina “Tell him...what you want…you little slut…”

 

“Yash…fuck me the way you fuck Reema…make me your slut…I want to be part of what you guys have…” Tina said, Yash started slamming into her. 

 

“You little slut…you want to be my fuck toy…just like your sister…You know…she’ll drop to her knees anytime I ask her to…do you want to suck my cock anytime I ask…” Yash said.

 

“Fuck yes…” Tina said as her body quivered through its second orgasm. Yash flipped her over on her stomach and ordered “Get your ass in the air…” Tina got up on her knees, her shoulders and head still on the bed; with her legs slightly spread, I could see her pussy glistening with her juices. Yash stuck his cock in her pussy, I came all over my fingers with a soft moan.

 

“You like this…you like watching me fuck your sister…” Yash looked at me and said.

 

“Tina…do you want to be my fuck toy…” Yash asked Tina.

 

“Yes…” Tina screamed through another orgasm.

 

“Yes…fuck me…fuck my little sister…cover us in your cum…” I cried, still fingering myself, I came again. Yash was still furiously fucking Tina from behind, I could tell she was near to her another orgasm.

 

“Fuck me…yes…I want to be covered in your cum…I want to be a partner with you and my sister…a fuck partner…fuck yesssss….” she screamed as another orgasm ripped through Tina.

 

Yash pulled out of her and said “I want to blowjob…”

 

“No…on your knees on the floor…” Yash said, as Tina started to turn around on the bed. She did as she was told.

 

“You too…” Yash looked at me and said. I get down on my knees next to Tina, Yash stood in front of us; his cock just right in front of our faces.

 

“Suck my cock…” He demanded, we both reached for it; we took turns sucking it, something was different, Yash rarely came from a blowjob. Then I figured it out.

 

“Cum for us baby…cum all over us…make us yours cum sluts…” I begged.

 

“Paint us with your cum…we love you…use us anyway you want…” Tina begged.

 

“If you want us forever…cum on us…” I said as Tina sucked his cock. Yash pushed Tina away and said “Play with your tits and pussies…make yourselves cum…” Me and Tina started playing with ourselves, I was trying as hard as I could to make myself cum; I’m sure Tina was too, Yash was in front of us jacking off.

 

“Yes…” I panted as I came.

 

Tina took my hand “Yes….ummmm….yeess…” she said as she came. Our orgasm set Yash off, the first spurt of cum hit me in the face; as he came some landed on Tina’s face and tits. Some on me it felt hot and sticky. I loved it, I loved watching it hit Tina.

 

“We’re yours baby…” I said as another spurt hit my skin.

 

“I’m your too…I love you both so much…” Tina said. Me and Tina hugged each other, the hot sticky cum squished between us; we felt stuck together, we realized that’s how we belonged. Together with Yash.

 

We stayed there for a long time experiencing the wonderful sensation of our shared bliss. Sweating, breathing rapidly and with racing hearts; we clung to each other as we drifted off to sleep.

 

 

*****End of Chapter-14*****

Friends, I'm not the sole writer of these stories. I'm just editing few of stories(merging two stories in one, sometimes three or four stories) which is from my personal collections. So, all the appreciation goes to the original writers (yes little bit of appreciation I too need for editing them )

From next chapter (Chapter-15) something amazing is going to happen. Can anyone guess what changes I'm going to make in this story. If you're thinking that I'm going to add some low class labors then you're wrong...I'm thinking of doing something amazing which is going to blow your minds...

So, send me your replies what you think what amazing am I going to do that will blow your minds...

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  Chapter- 15

 

 

After the tour we returned to our normal life, Yash busy with his projects, Tina's college got started. It was on the fourth week of her college when I got a call.

 

“That was your college on the phone…you’ve been skipping classes Tina…” I said to Tina entering into her room.

 

“Sorry Di…I went the first day…but it was so different…I didn’t know anyone…I don’t think I fit in there…I'll pretend to be ill today...tomorrow I'll attend the college...” Tina said. 

 

“Why not today…” I asked.

 

“I’ve an interview for a training job today in AMS…” Tina replied and shrugged her shoulders.

 

“They’re sending a security guy around to collect you this morning…they’ve strict rules about attendance…we’ll get into trouble…if you don’t go today…they’ll fine Yash for letting you run loose…” I said.

 

“Can’t you phone the college and put them off?” Tina asked.

 

“I know AMS is a big company…getting job there is a big thing…you could have had a day off…if your attendance had been perfect…but you’re skipping your classes from the second day of your college…You’ve got to go...its important…” I replied.

 

“You could talk to the security guy and explain…” Tina said.

 

“I can’t imagine he’ll take much notice…he’ll just say he has orders to bring you in…the principal explained you’re going to rehab class…and that is your last chance…” I explained.

 

“That sounds harsh…” Tina complained.

 

“What are we to do? You can’t be in two places at once…” I said, sounding harassed.

 

“Why don’t you take my place at college…you look young enough…” Tina teased, with a smirk.

 

“Don’t be silly…you’re nineteen and I’m twenty-six…” I objected.

 

“If you wore my flat shoes and uniform…you’d pass…wear your hair down to hide your face… act like a teen…no one knows me at college…so it might work…” Tina playfully suggested.

 

“That’s a great idea…” Yash said, we were busy in our talk that we didn’t noticed Yash presence in the room.

 

“I don’t think…I can do this Yash…” I replied.

 

“Of course, you can…see yourself…you look younger than Tina…you got a baby face…no one know her in college…making easy for you…you could pass as a nineteen-year-old college girl quite easily…” Yash said, sipping his morning tea.  

 

“That’s what I’m trying to tell her…she can pass…” Tina said as she kissed Yash, mocking me with her eyes.

 

“While I talk him around...you can just sit there…you won’t have to say a word…I can work on him…after all…he’s only a man…” Tina suggested. Soon we were in Tina’s bedroom, finished our shower and were in our gowns.

 

“Don’t be so negative…come on…just try this…” Tina firmly said.

 

“You’re just teasing me…you know I get embarrassed when people ask for my Id…I’ve to be careful with clothes and with makeup…so…no…it’s out of the question….” I crossly spoke. Tina cajoled me, while I complained she helped me get dressed, she pulled the clothes on me while I continued to protest it wouldn’t work. 

 

“It’s surprising…I can get into your uniform…the blouse is a size too small…skirt is too tight around my hips…Come on, Tina…I can’t do this…I’ll have to change out of the uniform… it’s too ridiculous…I should talk to Yash…” I said.

 

“Come on Di…try it…I can make it work…you know I can…moreover Yash would love seeing you in college uniform…” Tina cajoled me. 

 

“You’ve got a forceful nature…I do wish I could be more influential with people…I just see their side of things all the time…and gave in…I look silly in your uniform…” I heavily sighed.

 

“Come on…cheer up…you’ll pass…” Tina said. The blouse was a bit tight because I’d larger breasts than her. The skirt was a bit short, because it had to go over larger hips and a larger bottom. Tina had to admit, the white ankle socks looked funny on me, but she didn’t let on. She was as tall as me, and looked older than nineteen, her forceful dominant nature was inherited from our father. In contrast I was a pushover and was prone to following others rather than making my own decisions. Tina knew she looked older than nineteen, from ordering drinks at the bar, I complained about wearing the college uniform but hadn’t taken it off. Tina could see I was fascinated to find her uniform fit; she keeps on working on me.

 

Soon, I stood still cringing at the teenager looking back from the mirror, my eye shadow was thick and black, more like a tart would wear; but I knew some girls wore makeup like this so I wouldn’t look out of place. My lipstick was dark brown and hung heavy on my lips; normally I wore light pinks and soft reds. I was busy admiring myself in the mirror when I saw behind me in the mirror. I turned round quickly not believing the reflection, there she stood in my white skirt suit 4 inches off the knee with black tights and her own black court shoes. Her hair was up on top of her head in my clips, my black silk blouse was open to just below her breasts, showing a little of the soft round curves, everyone would see she was bra-less. Her makeup was similar to how I wore it, apart from the heavy red lipstick; she wore my pearl necklace and matching earrings. She even wore those fake glasses that you get with a classy frame, it made her look older than 23.

 

“Let’s go and wait for the security guy…” Tina coaxed me, then I noticed my wedding ring on her finger.

 

“Tina…that’s my wedding ring…” I mumbled pathetically.

 

“Come on Di…just how the hell…do you think…I’ll look…if I don’t wear a wedding ring…I’m supposed to be married to Yash…” Tina replied, grabbed my arm to guide me downstairs. I went downstairs feeling nervous as hell.

 

“Yash…how do I look?” I mumbled.  Two set of eyes ran over my body, he scratched his head and then looked between me and Tina.

 

“Wow…you look great in her uniform…running late for office dear…otherwise I would have fucked you right now...” Yash replied and continued “Look I know you're nervous...just act calm...otherwise you’ll piss it…I bet you get few boys asking for dates…maybe a few teachers too…just act like a nineteen-year-old girl…”

 

“I don’t know…” I whimpered.

 

“I knew you can…remember when I told you for open marriage thing…you denied at first… saying you can’t do it…but then you did it…same way I know…you can do this…it just for a day…I’m going to office…remember just stay calm…” Yash said and left for his office and I started giggling like a collegegirl, it took a while to stop; the release of emotion helped, I’d never been good at making decisions and especially bad at confronting people. At least I felt more relaxed after the outburst.

 

“You OK, Reema?” Tina asked.

 

“I want to change…this is terrible…the hem is a bit short…” I said. Tina was about to say it was perfect for a nineteen-year-old, but thought better of it. The last thing I wanted to hear, is that I looked like a cute teen. All I’d to do was pretend to be Tina.

 

“Don’t worry…you’ll pass…I’ll keep talking while you keep your head down…you’ve got a cute baby face…don’t stand so straight…slump like an adolescent who hates college…” Tina advised.

 

“You mean…an adolescent who hates everything…” I giggled.

 

The doorbell rang and I froze, with a look of fear on my face. “I can’t…” I complained.

 

“Don’t worry…just sit there…it’s too late now…we haven’t time to change…” Tina said and pushed me back down on the sofa, took my face in both hands; looked into my eyes and said “Sit still…don’t fidget…you’ve been a naughty girl…bunking off college…now be a good girl …or I’ll spank you in front of the college man…” I quietened down under the heavy speech.

 

“Sorry…I’ll be a good girl…” I murmured. Tina opened the front door and invited the man in. I was now trapped, unable to escape when the big security guy entered the room. At that moment I wished I wasn’t so compliant and had been able to say that simple little word, no. With more conviction in her voice and stance, I still couldn’t be as convincing as Tina, trying to tell the man I was the elder sister, not her, was now out of the question.

 

“Hi…come on in…you must be from the college…” Tina cheerfully welcomed him.

 

“Mrs. Sharma…nice to meet you…I’m James…I’m here to take Tina to college…” James announced.

 

“Stand up Tina…show some respect to Mr. James…” Tina crossly spoke.

 

“Hello Sir…” I said meekly.

 

“I’m used to the bad behaviour of students…It’s nice to see you teach good manners… Mrs. Sharma…” James said. The big guy hardly glanced at me, I stood to one side being ignored, while they talked about this and that. Being dismissed by them, left me feeling even more like an unimportant collegegirl. Maybe it was working, as Tina was keeping his interest and winning him around. He was certainly taking notice of what she had to say. I cringed, on noticing him staring down my younger sister’s cleavage. No wonder Tina held his interest. James was looking down her blouse, and she gave him ample opportunity, it was fun to tease the guy, so leaned forward with everything on show. If he laughed about her with friends, it would be my reputation harmed, not hers.

 

“Ouch…I’ve got cramp…” Tina said and put a hand on his shoulder for support.

“Can I help?” James said looking concerned.

“Massage my leg…it’s painful…” Tina cried out a lie. In an instant he was on the floor at her feet, massaging her leg; she hadn’t said where it hurt. Her head was back with a grimace, closing her eyes. He was happy exploring; his hands worked their way up from her calf.

 

“Oh…that’s better…keep going…the cramp travels up my leg sometimes…” Tina explained. He hesitated massaging her upper thigh, so kept just above the knee; she’d pulled the skirt up, showing off stocking tops, which were inches from his nose. She was tempted to go further, but that would be stretching things too much.

 

“Thank you so much…you don’t know how painful it is…you’re so kind…” Tina gushed. He repeatedly interrupted her thanks, saying it was nothing. She looked at him through long, false eyelashes, after flirting since he walked in; she expected him to cave in. I watched her working on the man, she had a hand on his arm, bringing him into close contact; the poor guy thought she was a married woman and he was interested. Tina licked her lips, slowly. Watching my younger sister outrageously flirting with a stranger was amusing, for I knew he would be shocked if he found out she was just nineteen. Then it occurred to me, Tina was tarnishing my reputation.

 

“I’m sorry, Mrs Sharma…my orders are to deliver the girl to college…we’re strict over the attendance rules…and look sternly upon families who flout them…if she don’t go today…she would be overdue by a full three weeks…would have to go to an assessment centre…it’s a harsh regime there…designed for out-of-control adolescents…you wouldn’t want your younger sister to go there…” James stated, looking serious. Tina looked at me, standing quietly wondering how to get out of this charade. Of course, I didn’t like the idea of my younger sister going there. We didn’t notice his quick move.

 

“It’s been nice talking to you, Mrs. Sharma…I’ve got to go…maybe I can catch up with you some time…” he said with a smile.

 

“Sure…I’d like that…” Tina smiled back. He took a firm grip of my wrists, plastic cuffed them and propelled me out the door. My feet hardly touched the ground, he was right, he was used to dealing with truanting adolescents. Tina watched me being shoved into the back of a car, the woeful look on my face, staring out the car window was pitiful. Tina closed the door and leaned back on it, she laughed and couldn’t stop for a while; it was close to hysteria, her ribs ached and she was short of breath. She’d just sent her elder sister back to high college.

 

*****End of Chapter- 15*****

Friends, I was thinking of posting this on Tuesday but then I thought of giving you all a 'Makar Sankranti' special. Hope you like the idea. What going to be happen next? James was busy with Tina so he didn't noticed Reema but what you guys think? Reema will pass as Tina in college or is she going to get caught. Just keep replying me with your thoughts

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 16

 

 

I was dumped on a hard chair outside the administration office, they knew what they were doing because there was no way through security without a pass. Facing a day at college was purgatory for me. Some of the nineteen-year-old girls wore their skirts as shorts as mine, except I was twenty-six and it fell awful showing off so much thigh. Tina had been right about something, none of the staff bothered to look at me properly and didn’t notice I was older than nineteen.

 

“Here…Tina…face the camera…” the exasperated woman said, the camera clicked and the woman made approving noises. “All this should have been done the day you’re registered…Go sit over there…until I call you…” She said.

 

‘They’re going to discover the subterfuge any moment; they would look at her, or the photo and demand to know who I really was.’ I thought, I took a step to leave the office, then halted; before me was a mirror, a gasp was sucked between my lips. “Oh God! It can’t be me…” I whispered. A girl wearing the same uniform nudged me, as I was blocking the door; it was even more of a shock to see we looked so much alike.  My breasts were more developed but the nineteen-year-old girl was identical. Unable to see anything except the shocking image, I staggered through the door. I sat plonked down on a hard seat and my leg began bouncing with fear. Me the adult, mature woman ceased to exist, in the mirror she’d seen a fresh faces collegegirl; looking startled and fearful. The college uniform fit better than I thought! No wonder I was getting away with the lie, I was no longer a woman, I was a collegegirl.

 

“What are you in for?” A guy asked. He was wearing a rough approximation of the college uniform, and I didn’t like the look of him; ignoring him was the only thing to do. Being reduced in status to collegegirl, I’d to do as I was told and that was to wait here.

 

“You’re still cuffed…someone should have removed them when brought through security… you must be tough character…” He snorted and dug me in the ribs to extract a reaction. His hand went up to a breast and he squeezed it.

 

“Stop that…” I hissed.

 

“You can’t do much about it…” he grinned. “Nice pair…” he said while mauling a breast. 

 

“Stop it…you boy…someone will see…” I whispered while trying to shake him off. Telling him I was an adult and should be treated with respect wasn’t going to work. My hands were tied behind my back, pushing my breasts out as though an offer. He was taking it that way.

 

I’m nineteen…I’m not a boy…” he told me.

 

“Please…stop it…” I desperately tried. I turned away from the office window, to face him It looked to him as though I was making a gift of them, he made the most of it; it was a rough handling and not arousing in the least. The fear of being caught as a mature woman, letting a teenager maul my breasts was exhilarating. It was stimulating in a strange way; the whole situation drove me into thinking of myself a collegegirl; with a naughty collegeboy fiddling with me naughty bits. Not knowing whether to encourage him or spit at him was confusing. 

 

“Trevor…leave the girl alone…Tina…I’m putting you down for a demerit…that sort of thing is not tolerated outside the principal’s office…or anywhere else in college…” She quickly added.

 

“Silence girl…I won’t listen…I’ve heard all the excuses over the years…I hope for your sake… you’re not a slut…don’t let young men take advantage of you…they won’t think highly of you if you do…” the woman lectured. I felt terrible, I wasn’t an innocent adolescent, I am a mature woman, being told not to let boys touch my breasts. It was humiliating, it had me feeling like a naughty collegegirl.

 

“Here’s your Id…put it around your neck girl…keep it there all times…Oh! I see…come here …I’ll cut those cuffs off…she will take you to the rehab class…behave yourself this week… then you can re-join your proper class next week…and remember be a good girl…” the woman sent the sentiment after me. I stuttered so badly, I missed my chance to explain the mistake, and to get out of the damn college. The woman saw what happened with that boy, making me too nervous and ashamed to explain anything quickly enough. In any case, the woman saw an embarrassed collegegirl, so complaining wouldn’t do much good. The woman cut off the cuffs and pushed me out the door. I looked at the new Id hanging around my neck and cringed, looking like a collegegirl didn’t help!

 

The college smell was dreadful in my nostrils and with every breath it was invading my body.

 

“I shouldn’t be here…” I pathetically whined.

 

“Don’t tell me…I’m not interested…I’m escorting you…as I missed a day…every moment I’m here with you…I’m missing a part of a lesson…will have to make up the time after college …here we are…Miss. Debry’s class…little advice…don’t mess with her…girl…”  The skinny one said and walked off. I walked in and showed my Id when asked for it, I heard the door click behind me and terrible feeling of being trapped silenced me.

 

“Ok…Kavita…don’t give me excuse…I know you shouldn’t be here…I’ve heard it all before …ask any of them here…they’ll give you a new set of imaginative excuse…” Miss Derby growled. I closed my mouth without getting out much of my story, rehearsing the story in my head was one thing; but telling this teacher seemed a bad idea. Telling someone I was the elder sister and that my younger sister should be here, would be a great joke. Expecting to be asked why I looked too old to be a student, I held the story ready. Except, no one had challenger me, as they just assumed, I was who I was supposed to be. Especially as I wore a college uniform. Even the Id photo conspired against me, in the photo I looked young enough and the date of birth confirmed it. I gave them my real birthday with Tina’s year and the administration woman didn’t question it. She just typed it into the computer to officially record me as Tina, a nineteen-year-old. 

 

The walk to a vacant desk was embarrassing, my bag bumped a couple of guys on the way; and I received rude comments. One of them said he would bump me later, and I didn’t need an interpreter to figure out what that meant. Sitting down on the wooden seat made me sit up straight, I pulled at the skirt, trying to stretch the hem. The feel of my bare bottom on a classroom chair was awful. Wearing a thong wasn’t advisable in a classroom shared with unruly boys. I’d changed into a college uniform but still wore my usual underwear, wearing a sexy bra and panties; under a well fitted skirt was alright. It gave me a boost of confidence, which I needed. In this classroom the blouse was too tight and the skirt was too short, wearing skimpy underwear in a classroom full of delinquent boys wasn’t a good idea.

 

It was partly that my breasts were bigger than Tina’s which made the blouse too tight, my breasts were bigger than the other girls in class which put a slight smile on my face. It hadn’t been like that in high college before this, my waist was slim; so, the skirt fitted. Pulled over my larger hips, it was far too short for a mature woman, the other girls wore them just as short so this was nothing out of the ordinary. What am I thinking? Other girls? I’m not one of the girls! I’m not a collegegirl! Sitting in class at my age was mistake, though what could I do now, except carry on with the deception. No one was going to listen to why I was here. Whatever I said, no one was going to let me leave, so it had to be endured. A question took me by surprise.

 

“Tina…are you a part of this class?” the teacher asked.

 

“Sorry Miss…it’s Hibernation…in winter…” I wondered if that was anything like an answer to what had been asked.

 

“Ok…Tina…you’ve joined us now…good girl…” Miss Derby smiled. I felt a pleasant warm feeling from the praise, answering other questions helped me to relax and feel good. The good feeling continued through to lunchtime, as I found the collegework so much easier this time around. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad after all, I scrambled through Tina’s bag looking for lunch; I’d prepared it earlier this morning. In rehab classes we weren’t allowed out of the classroom for breaks or even lunch. For a toiled break we went in pairs, the idea being; if one of us ran off from college, the other would face a punishment, so we monitored each other.

 

“Hi…Tina…I’ll be your pair for a toilet break…so, when you go…I go…” Carol introduced herself and said.

 

“Oh…Ok…Right…” I flustered, just as I did back in high college.

 

“You ok…I’m one of the alright ones here…I guess you’ll have to make that decision for yourself…” Carol laughed.

 

“Sit with me for lunch…” I asked Carol, we chatted with Carol my new friend taking over. I was trying to pick up new words or at least variations on the old words and phrases like cool, yea. Carol kept steering the conversation back to her boyfriend.

 

“Cool…he sounds alright…” I commented.

 

“Wait to you meet him…you’re not grounded are you…” Carol asked.

 

“No…I can go out whenever I like…” I laughed.

 

“We could meet up at his club…the four of us…what about your boyfriend…tell me about him…” Carol demanded.

 

“Well…he’s back in North High…so, I won’t be seeing him…he’s probably shacked up with some slut by now…” I replied as I thought of Yash.

 

“You look sad…you must miss him Tina…” Carol said.

 

“No…not him…looking forward to meeting a new guy…” I replied and smiled.

 

“Paul sits by you…he’s nice…knows it too…so he kind of moves in before you have a chance to think of saying no…he knows his way around…so be careful…” Carol said. Lunch was over and the serious business of pretending to be a student continued, it was a lot easier now I’d relaxed into the routine. Nothing had changed since I left college, it was just that the students in this class were more forward than the time I used to go college. At first, I’d hoped to be found out, once settled into the classroom, I began to like the idea of pretending to be a student. Answers to questions in geography came back to me as I read through a test paper. I settled down to ticking the boxes, enjoying the fact I at last felt confident in college.

 

“Pass the papers forward…I’ll mark them…while you study for the exams…get into pairs to test each other…” Miss Derby told us. Tina was wrong, when she said no one would check her out; all the boys in this class had, and they made their opinions known. Although some of the remarks were crude, it still left me feeling good, just being noticed was something a novelty, and a thrill. A boy brought his chair over to sit close.

 

“Hi Tina…I’m Paul…I’m your pair…do you want to suck on me…” Paul said. I tried to recall what Carol said about him, he’d a bright smile and looked nice. Was that what she said that he was nice? I wasn’t sure whether to pretend not to understand, or just ignore him; I opened the book we were supposed to study. Out of the corner of an eye I got the impression of a handsome young man of nineteen.

 

“You’re not juicy enough for me…” I blurted out. Paul laughed lightly and his eyes danced over my body, he was closely checking me out; and I caught myself hoping he would like what he saw. It was a silly thought, for he was only nineteen, although rude, it was the only chat-up line I’d had for several years. I unconsciously adjusted the blouse, pulling it tighter round my bust. The skirt was pulled at, to no effect.

 

“You should try it before rejecting it…I won’t reject you…until I’ve tried you out…” he smiled with light blue eyes drawing me in.

 

“Perhaps you’re right…you can’t judge a book by its cover…I’ve sucked on a pear…found it too soft…so, what is your pear like? Big…hard and juicy…I hope…” I said. I couldn’t believe what I was saying, it hadn’t worked either for he wasn’t fazed at all. He sat there staring at me, until I’d to lower my eyes and was turning red with embarrassment. Damn it! I was supposed to be a mature adult, and he wasn’t much more than a kid at nineteen. I looked him over and corrected my opinion, he was a handsome young man and his cock was twitching in his trousers. It was important to put him in his place, though so far shock hadn’t worked.

 

“You’ve got experience…with pears…I guess…you know how to handle a pear…I should take a look…at what you’ve got…before, I judge you…” Paul gently challenged.

 

“I’ve a lot of experience…of hard pears…I like to suck juicy pears…though I can’t get a whole pear in my mouth…so the juice dribbles down over my chest…I guess you’re right…you shouldn’t dismiss someone…without examining them properly…” I stated with a straight face. I made a suggestive pout with my lips, realising what I was doing had me heatedly blushing. Why was I saying these things to a naughty boy? I felt like a silly collegegirl, it darted into my head that he wouldn’t mind feeling a silly collegegirl. A little touch to my thigh was a surprise, it wasn’t unpleasant, so much as unexpected; it was the short hem that let me down, and that he was bolder than expected. He’d progressed from playful innuendo too quickly, but then he was an inexperienced youth.

 

I looked up to gain the teacher’s attention, asking the teacher a question would be a subtle way of putting him off. Miss. Debry had left the classroom, the fingers lightly danced over my thighs, not trying to lift the skirt. Looking around at the others, I found they wouldn’t be any help. The guys were openly kissing the girls, it was a shock to see a couple of girls necking. The sight of these young things kissing and cuddling wasn’t helping, I’d to put a stop to his wandering hands; without anyone’s help. I couldn’t think why I hadn’t brushed his hand aside or even told him off. Would he be shattered if I blatantly rejected him, the others had paired off already and he would be left without anyone. A finger ran up the inside of my thighs, and a hand at my back pulled me closer, this was too silly; letting a boy take liberties, so as not to upset him, was absurd.

 

I opened my mouth to complain, only to sigh pitifully instead. If he’d pushed his hand up my skirt without flirting, I would have been in a fit state to complain. Instead, I found myself melting in his arms and unable to utter a word of complaint. It wasn’t just him that turned me on so much, it was wearing a collegegirl’s uniform and being in a class of horny teenagers. Being relieved of all adult responsibilities left me behaving badly, I was a collegegirl again; with a handsome young guy trying it on with me. This had never happened the first time around. I felt his lips on mine and melted, his arms were holding me tight; his lips were soft and mobile. I opened my mouth to breath and his tongue slipped in to tease, my tongue found his and entwined it; around and around, playing a wonderfully sensitive game. His hand slipped up the little skirt, but I didn’t notice while concentrating on smooching. I wanted to get it right this time, for I’d little experience in high college, this was the time when teenagers practiced with eagerness.

 

When I was a teenager the slightest touch down there would have been felt, and sharply dealt with; as a married woman, experience of man had left me less sensitive to their fumbling. Paul had a very light touch and was used to being careful with an anxious teenager, this one seemed easy; though he took his time, wanting me thoroughly hooked before going all the way. As an experienced woman, I’d no fear of going all the way; but should have the strength not to.

 

“She’s back…” someone shouted. All of a sudden, they were sitting straight, pulling their clothes together. The teacher walked in and scanned the students, looking for infractions of college rules. The well-rehearsed cover-up worked again, except me; I wasn’t so expert, or quick to react.

 

“You…what’s your name girl…” The teacher shouted at the new girl. I’d gone past pretending to be my little sister, I was back in high college all over again; to became Tina the high college student. It was difficult clinging on to being an adult, when in a classroom full of adolescents and being told what to do all the time by the stern teacher.

 

“Tina…Miss…” I said as I stood up.

 

“Come here…Tina…” Teacher commanded. The class was full of miscreants, so the teacher had to keep a firm grip of them or they would get out of hand.

 

“What have you been up to girl…” Miss Derby asked.

 

“Nothing…Miss…” I replied. It felt as though I were nineteen again, and was in trouble in college. Not that I’d been in much trouble, there was a slight pleasure fluttering through me, for what I’d done. When in high college before, I hadn’t received the attention of a handsome guy.

 

“You’ve been playing around with a boy…haven’t you…” Miss Derby demanded the truth.

 

“Yes…Miss…No…Miss…” I quickly lied, looking back at Paul was a mistake, the teacher chose to ignore that as she wanted to make an example of the new girl.

 

“You’ll stand in the corner…with your hands on your head…” She demanded. Placing my hands on my head, lifted the little skirt just my cheeks, the teacher wouldn’t be bothered about a collegegirl showing off her thighs like a slut, especially not in this class. As an adult woman, I was terribly self-conscious, it was easier to handle by sinking into being just a collegegirl again. After about an hour, Miss Derby looked around to check on me, no wonder the students had laughed at me when I first stood in the corner.

 

“Go sit down girl…don’t cause me any more trouble…or you’ll be sent to the principal…the alternative to this class is the assessment centre…you really don’t want to go there…right girl…” Miss Derby warned.  

 

“Thank you, Miss…” I stammered, they didn’t cane students anymore; but at the assessment centre there were harsh punishments, though no one tell me what. Besides, it was the thought of being among the counties worst kids that frightened me. Delinquents who knew how to cause real trouble, would probably bully me.

 

“Another study session…you know your pairs…so get on with it…” the teacher told us, Paul quickly joined me and the teacher gave us both a harsh look; she wasn’t bothered with what we got up to outside of college. With the teacher gone, I smiled at the handsome young man.

 

“Thanks for keeping quite…you’re a good girl…a real beauty…” he unashamedly told me. This time I looked down and blushed not thinking of the remarks being inappropriate. Maybe it was true, but it was wrong to let a young guy talk to me like that, it wasn’t his fault; as I was in a college classroom, pretending to be nineteen. Soon it was near the last lesson of the day and I’d settled in to being just a collegegirl. Thinking of myself that way helped me keep out of trouble. Behaving normally, or as everyone thought I should, was easier as the day wore on. It was surprising how easy it came back to me, the behaviour, emotions, language and submitting to a teacher. It was all so easy. Throughout the study period he complimented my body becoming personal at times, then asking a question related to the history exam. I wasn’t going to be outdone, so complimented his looks.

 

“You two…you’re enjoying each other too much…” the teacher warned. Paul stroked my thigh under the desk, while the teacher glared at us; I dare not pull away, in case he got caught. His hand went up the skirt to find a sensitive place, and still I sat there asking history questions. He pretended to answer them, only he was saying naughty things to me.

 

“Your thighs are white…didn’t you wear short skirt in your last college?” He asked.

 

“Are you wetting your panties…or are you sexed up…” he asked, he took advantage of my hesitation to pull at the panties, while the teacher stared at us. His fingers pulled away the crotch of my panties and I felt him playing with my lips. Damn! I was stunned, unable to move; he asked me a question and I mumbled something incoherently. Surely the teacher could see my state of arousal and would stop this terrible situation. I looked up to see the teacher was busy reading, this was my chance to push him away; but he was pressing upon my bud, leaving me staggered. Maybe it was shock or arousal beyond resistance, in any case, I dare not let the teacher find out, or she would end up in the assessment centre. Carol had warned me about the place, girls weren’t safe in there.

 

The bell rang, Paul let go of me. Instead of lambasting him or silently glaring at him I simmered silently. I simmered with heat, from a well stoked vagina, it was burning hot, ready to explode; but he’d stopped stoking my red-hot furnace. It lest me on the edge of an orgasm, though, as a married woman, I was used to that. Following the others, we both left the classroom; we walked hand in hand to the student parking lot. I kept looking up at him, wondering what he was up to, and hoped he wasn’t just teasing me. Paul was nice, and I liked his company, but how far was I willing to go to keep his attention.

 

“Do you want a lift?” Paul asked.

 

“I’d better not…I’ll catch the bus…it leaves soon…” I replied. Realising I was hurrying him up by saying soon, embarrassed me; everything seemed to make me self-conscious and act gauche when around him. Realising I was acting like a silly girl with a crush, didn’t help.

 

“The seats are good…” Paul smiled. He was obvious proud of his car, I looked it over commenting how nice and shiny it was. He opened the back for me, I slid in and immediately wanted to kick myself for being so stupid. He slid in beside me before I’d even settled into the leather, he wrapped an arm around me and continued where we left off. His hot kisses started me up again, though I figured I’d been fired up all day, since he first kissed me. What in hell was it about him that had me panting? My legs had fallen apart, and he was working me up so easily.

 

It was all wrong, yet I couldn’t help falling for him. I was a mature woman on the back seat of a boy’s car being fingered. He hadn’t actually entered me, but was doing everything else; it was so nice, I didn’t want it to stop.

 

“Your bus…” he said. How could he do that to me? I was very nearly falling off the edge into a deep orgasm.

 

“yes…I’d better go…” I said and kissed him full on. On the way to the gate I almost fell, while looking back at him.

 

“Damn! I’m acting like a silly collegegirl…” I giggled. I couldn’t help having a crush on him, despite telling myself to be sensible. In my last year of high college, a crush had formed over a certain boy, but I dare not approach him. Waiting for him to notice me had been a long drawn out agony. In the end it had to be recognises, I wasn’t of interest to him. This time around I’d a handsome and clever young man, paying me delicious attention; there was no way I would let him go all the way, the thought of letting a boy have his way with her was so very funny, I laughed out loud.

 

It felt as though I was flying home from the bus stop, it was exciting and exhilarating having a collegegirl crush on a handsome young man. I skipped along the pavement, avoiding the cracks. It was all very silly, but it wouldn’t last for long. While it lasted, I would hold onto the glorious fun of it. It would be amusing taking my little sister’s place in college, until going back to the boring responsibilities of adulthood. Why not relax and enjoy myself for a few days?

 

 

*****End of Chapter- 16*****

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 17

 

 

 

“Hi Di! I’m home from college…how are you…had a good day…like I did…” I enthused, with my sister Tina. Tina was dreading me arriving home, thinking I would be angry as hell. There was a funny side, when I was accidentally sent back to college. It was a surprise for her when I bounced, in full of vigour. Playing truant was dealt with harshly in this country, and Tina had an interview; when the security guy came to collect her, she’d talked me into posing as her, in a collegegirl uniform. Taking the opportunity to talk herself out of going to college was a good idea. Unfortunately, everything went wrong and I ended up being dragged to college instead of her. It gave her the chance to attend the important interview which went well. How her elder sister coped with going to college in her place was a mystery. Tina was pleased I wasn’t mad with her as she’d pushed me into wearing the college uniform, so it was all her fault.

 

“Well…I’m pleased to see you survived college…how was it…” Tina asked me.

 

“Like…yea…fab…” I mimicked those in my class. We laughed together and Tina told me “Lay the table…dinner is nearly ready…it’s a special treat…your favorite…” Cooking dinner for Reema was the least she could do, after her elder’s sister gallant sacrifice.

 

“Ok, Di…like…whatever…” I said. Tina frowned at me, with a look of curiosity. I was using teens language on arriving home, but this time I hadn’t been joking. After being in a class all day, I must have picked up the teenage phrases and was automatically using them. It was surprising I hadn’t gone straight to my room to change out of the college uniform, dressed like that I looked like a collegegirl; and could pass for one of nineteen-years-old girl. However, I was twenty-six and this morning I sounded and behaved like an adult. I was smiling and singing some hip-hop song about a boyfriend.

 

‘Language!’ Tina heavily said, she sounded like me but the lyrics were too rude to let go.

 

“Sorry, Di…like…it was just a song…yea…I know…sorry…” I said. Tina took a good look at me again, playing at being a student all day had really taken over and I needed to wind down. What did they call it? She needed to be de-briefed. At least I didn’t come home complaining to high heaven about how bad it was, that’s why she was cooking dinner for her elder sister. It was the least she could do, after having her sent back to college.

 

“How was your interview?” I asked Tina.

 

“Great…they offered me a starting position…it’s a bigger corporation than I thought…I’d love to work there…it’s so relaxed…they work when they feel like it…though everyone puts a lot into the work…more so…because it’s so relaxed…” Tina tried to explain.  

 

“Like…sounds real…fab…yea…” I said, I sounded distracted as though thinking about something else and wasn’t there.

 

“Do you have homework?” Tina asked.

 

“Like…yea…I do…” I said and rolled my eyes. That was something else I’d started doing, rolling my eyes and making a tut noise with my tongue. While we were eating Tina wondered what had got into me. It seemed I actually enjoyed going to college, I was playing this game for my own reasons; which Tina couldn’t fathom just yet. Tina wondered when the silly act would end. Tina was finding this new behaviour annoying, so tried to snap me out of it; treating me like a collegegirl might work, especially if it was unpleasant.  

 

“As soon as you’ve finished your chores…do your homework…then we’ve a serious talk… girl…” Tina firmly stated.

 

“Ok…no…probs…nice lasagne…Di…” I agreed.

 

Why was she calling me Di? Tina figured I’d won something, by getting me to do what should have been her chores and homework. Tina would be taking the homework to college tomorrow, so she’d better check it was right. There was silence between us while we thought about our own dreams and wishes. Tina wanted to take the job, she hadn’t told me they thought she was older, so they offered her a full-time salaried position instead of the interns’ job. In turn she completed the application with her elder’s sister name and age. I was trying to justify an innocent crush on a handsome nineteen-year-old. It had been wrong to let him kiss me, as that was leading him on. How would he feel when I told him they’d to stop seeing each other? It would be awkward as friends and they most definitely couldn’t play around. He was nineteen, and a twenty-six he seemed to be a boy. When I was in class it was easy to forget our ages, as I sank back into being nineteen again. It didn’t seem right telling Tina about him, Tina would think I am mad having such a young boyfriend. Somehow it has to be explained why I felt so happy about going to college tomorrow. A thrill darted through my whole body; it had been fun going to college, that feeling was so unexpected it made me laugh. The feeling was partly from relief, when the weight of responsibility was lifted from my shoulders. It also felt good, because I was so successful in class this time around, then there was my boyfriend; the handsomest boy in class, maybe the entire college. It brought out a bright blush from just thinking about him.

 

“Like…I meant to tell you…this heavy class is…like for a whole week…I’ve got a name tag… an Id…really…I’ll have to keep going…you can take over next week…in the proper class… like, I figured it out…yea…you tell them…you lost your If…then get your new Id with your picture…like…that way they won’t notice the changeover…” I beamed at Tina. Tina was shocked from the way I spoke, it sounded as though I was gargling, and talking from the throat. I was sitting there showing off the ID with Tina’s name and my own photo. My birthday and Tina’s year of birth was on the ID. It was a shock to see the small photo and date of birth looked right.   

 

Damn it! In the photo her elder sister looked like a nineteen-year-old collegegirl! What was stranger still, was that I looked full of eager anticipation; Tina tried to look at me as though I were a stranger. If she hadn’t known better, I looked young enough for the part; especially now I talked and behave like a teenager. It wasn’t just the clothes and make-over, it was the way I spoke, and held myself. It had only been one day, and I’d reverted to an earlier age. I wasn’t playing around to annoy Tina; I was really heavily into the role.

 

“You sure you don’t mind…a whole week in college…can you do that?” Tina asked.

 

“Yea…I can do it…you were right…none of the staff really looked at me…not even the class teacher…the boys checked me out though…” I said with spontaneous laughter.

 

“I’ll spank you…if you get up to anything with boys…in class you must be a good girl…” Tina pretended to be shocked and told me. The harshness of voice was more than intended, from being annoyed with me. The patronising tone of voice didn’t work, as I remained in the collegegirl role. Even more unexpected was my response.

 

“Sorry, Di…I promise to be a good girl in class…” I humbly spoke. We both laughed, though it was more from embarrassment, rather than humour. Tina expected me to snap out of it, after taunting me. A look of guilt and embarrassment coloured my cheeks which had Tina wondering what happened in college. My strange behaviour was becoming scary for her.

 

“You didn’t tell me how it went…you seem to have settled in…” Tina carefully said.

 

“It soon came back to me…so…like…I answered the teacher’s questions…okay…as long as everyone is quite…no one makes trouble…the teacher leaves us to it…the other girls language is different…yea…I mean…like from my old college…it’s not too different though…I made friends with Carol and Paul…he’s nice…err…they’re both fab…like…really nice…” I quickly covered up my mistake, afraid to mention Paul. Tina questioned me, but didn’t manage to trip me up, nothing exciting happened, or at least; I didn’t admit to anything. Tina thought about spending a week working in the company while I covered for her at college.

 

Tina liked the idea, and smiled at me, I was concentrating on homework; we were both happy, so it seemed thing had worked out well after all.

 

“All done…like…can I go to my room?” I asked my younger sister Tina.

 

“Sure honey…” Tina replied and realised she sounded like her elder sister. I skipped off to my room, singing some new song. Even Tina hadn’t heard it yet, she pulled something out of the freezer for tomorrow, not noticing what it was. It was worrying how I was acting, was this some bizarre punishment for sending me back to college? It also had an effect upon her, which was unsettling. Tina thought. 

 

It took some thinking through but Tina figured out why my behaviour was so weird. During college I joined a drama class to overcome shyness and the teacher used method-acting techniques. Being passive was a part of my basic character and couldn’t be shrugged off so easily. I was now using the same technique to get into the role of collegegirl, the acting experience seemed to work; as I hadn’t been found out. I’d convinced everyone in college that I was a nineteen-year-old student. Of course, it could be something completely different, Tina just wisher I would leave the act at college. At first Tina tried to shock me out of it, but gave up and joined in the subterfuge; it would only have to put up until the weekend. With me posing as her in college, Tina could attend the company, while I enjoyed the experience of re-living high college.

 

Tuesday was my second day at college and I was pleased to be in class, there was no thought of telling anyone who I really was; as the idea of escape had passed. It was all coming back from years past, except now I’d more experience of life. Being top of the class academically was a great boost to my ego, just as importantly, I wasn’t far off being top of the class socially. With Paul as my boyfriend, I noticed the envious looks from other collegegirls; one girl was audacious enough to ask how well he kissed.

 

Using the name, Tina, rather than mine, helped escape the adult persona, having a boyfriend in college was going too far; though it did help keep me in character. The boy had a way about him, that had me melting in his arms, the determination to be just friends, quickly wore off. He reminded me of a heart throb from the past, only this time he took interest in me. 

 

“I don’t know why you’re here…Tina…No…I don’t want to know…” Carol said.

 

“Hey…like…it’s complicated…” I sighed.

 

“You’re good at lessons…right…you’ve a top boyfriend…yea…you’ve only been here a day …so, don’t bunk off classes again…” Carol told me.

 

“Like…that’s so nice of you…yea…you’re a good friend…Carol…” I said, and touched my new friend’s finger with my fingertips.

 

“I was just telling you…” Carol said, looking embarrasses from the shared emotion.

 

“I know…yea…I promise not to get into trouble…” I told her. Two of us were in girl’s toilets and had to hurry back. Seeing us together, it was difficult to believe one of us was twenty-six. Both of us looked and sounded like nineteen-years-old.

 

“No running in the corridor…” a teacher shouted, he came to us and looked at our Id’s.

 

“Tina…what class are you in?” He asked.

 

“Miss Derby’s class…Sir…” I said, looking suitably chastened with head down.

 

“You’ve been let out to go to the rest-room?” he asked.

 

“Yes Sir…” I said, feeling embarrassed from the questioning and his attitude.

 

“Pull your socks up girl…remember to keep your uniform neat and clean all times…you need a better fitting uniform…you’re growing out of that one…” he remarked. The blouse was a bit tight and the skirt a bit short but I knew that. As Reema, the twenty-six years-old woman, I would have put the young teacher in his place but as Tina, a student there was nothing I could do. A teacher’s demeaning attitude had to be accepted in a humble way. If he decided to punish me, I would have to take it, if he kept me in after college, Tina would wonder why and would find I’d been naughty in college. There was nothing for it, I would have to keep my mouth shut and give in to this male domination. The teacher was a little younger than me, and handsome, he thought he was dealing with a collegegirl and that meant my adult status had been lost. A shiver ran down my back, on realising it left me completely at his mercy, his authority and power left me feeling week and vulnerable.

 

Yet unaccountably, I sizzled with arousal; I imagined him pulling me by the ear to his classroom, to be canned for being a naughty girl. Bent over a desk, he would see my bare bum being striped red and my sex opening up, glistening wet. The feeling of sexual arousal was as potent at his power over me.

 

“Well…you two…you’d better get back to Miss Derby…” He said and looked at me with curiosity, wondering what had gotten into the her, dismissing her from his thoughts; he carried on to take over his next class.

 

“He’s nice…isn’t he…” Carol giggled.

 

“I didn’t notice…he’s a teacher…” I shrugged.

 

“He didn’t look at your ass…when you bent over to pull up your socks…” Carol said.

 

“Well…I should hope not…” I exclaimed.

 

“Then…why did you bend over showing off your ass…” Carol innocently asked, though a mischievous look went with the words. Carol laughed at me, as my friend’s reaction was obvious. She wouldn’t have guessed her friend imagined being caned by him, and that was why she was worked up. Dressed as a collegegirl in front of a man around my age, was felt to be naughty. The teacher could have canned me for being naughty collegegirl and that added to the sexual thrill. How could I explain that to Carol? As soon as we sat down the teacher called a study period and scooted out of the classroom. Paul pulled his chair over to me, as he was the other half of the study pair. Other guys in class looked at him with envy.

 

“Nice…” One of them called across the classroom.

 

“Shush…stupid…” a couple of classmates put him down.

 

“Tina…he likes your tits…” Paul smiled.

 

“Hey…that’s no way to talk to me…” I complained, nevertheless, I smiled at the compliment. Back in high college and even in college, my bust was underdeveloped. Not now it wasn’t, obviously; the guys were interested and I enjoyed it even if they didn’t show much respect. Paul leaned forward to block everyone’s view of me top half, I thought he was about to kiss me.

 

“No flaunting them…they’re mine…” Paul said and pinched my nipples.

 

“Hey…that’s hurt…let go…” I quietly complained, but didn’t pull away. Paul fondled my breasts, pretending to ease the pain, I went along with it; for a moment, before pulling away.

 

“Your tits are the biggest in this class…only Angela in the next class has bigger ones…besides …you’re my girlfriend…they belong to me…don’t they…” He heavily told me.

 

“What do you mean…they belong to you?” I grumbled.

 

“You’re my girlfriend…I think you’re wonderful…you look pretty…innocent when you blush …I love the way you flick your hair away from your eyes…I love the way you walk and talk… you don’t talk the same as other girls here…still…I like the sound of your voice…its soothing…” He said, while holding my hands. Although he spoke awkwardly, it was innocent and genuine, a delightful feeling washed through me; wiping away the annoyance. His honeyed words combined with a magical touch, added to an already aroused state. Just staring into his eyes was stoking me up. The class was for delinquents, otherwise we wouldn’t have gotten away with playing around in the classroom. Back then, I would never have dared let someone touch my breasts, even outside of college. No one was taking any notice of us, as everyone was paired for the study period.

 

“Oh God…that is so good…” I softly moaned, he was close; shielding me from the rest of the class, while surreptitiously fondling my breasts. At least today, I’d proper underwear on, it was only possible to let this happen in such a lawless class and while I though of myself as one of them. I was a collegegirl being naughty, very naughty. If Tina could see what I was letting happen, and the state I was in, there would be trouble. The real Tina would be horrified, from seeing her elder sister acting like a slut. Especially as it was her reputation being damaged in college. Tina the slut, wouldn’t be a good name to acquire, especially having to endure it all through college.  

 

“Wait…you’re getting my blouse messed up…” I told him, he was too strong, so there was only one way to stop him. “After college…you can give me a lift home…” I promised. What in hell was I doing? As a mature adult, letting a nineteen-year-old boy maul my breasts was terribly wrong. The only way to survive this was to keep a yoga teacher’s advice, and just go with the flow. It felt as though I was caught on train tracks, compelled to follow a certain route. The inevitability of acting out the role of girlfriend with him, wasn’t bad. It felt wonderful! I relaxed into being a naughty collegegirl, letting my boyfriend amuse me.

 

*****End of Chapter-17*****

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 18

 

 

 

Miss Derby rattled the door before coming in, and everyone straightened up. I bent down over my bag, pulling my blouse together, I quickly fastened the top buttons, as Miss Derby marched in. Miss Derby took a good look around. I sat up with a book pulled from my bag and gave Miss Derby a smile.

 

“Be careful…girl…any closer calls…and I’ll recommend you for the assessment center… Be warned…Tina…” Miss Derby heavily intoned. I shivered with fear. My face dropped, to be replaced with a look of dread. The teacher might as well be talking about a dark, and dank dungeon. If half of what I heard about the place was true, I should be afraid.

 

“Good…let’s take a delve into maths…don’t groan…it won’t be that bad…my knowledge is rudimentary…you’ll be glad to know…I’m not a fan…” Miss Derby laughed. The classroom mood lightened, and even I managed a smile. I answered the questions and got them right. When my paper was marked, I received full marks.

 

“I’m glad…it’s not over a hundred percent…Tina…because even I know that is impossible…”  Miss Derby smiled.

 

“If she got her name right wouldn’t that tip it over the edge?” The class comedian asked.

 

“It would at least give you one mark…Peter…but…alas nothing…I’d like to push you over the edge…quieten down everyone…if someone comes to investigate the noise…we all lose out… understood…you might get a new…aggressive…hard-nosed teacher…keep quite…you get to keep…Miss Softy…me…stupid boy…” Miss Derby laughed and ruffled Andrew’s hair.

 

A very quiet applause ensued.

 

“I’d like to keep you Miss…” One of the football team said.

 

“Thank you…Brian…nice of you…” Miss Derby commented.

 

“So…you wouldn’t mind Miss…if I kept you…” Brian asked politely. Miss Derby missed the meaning in his voice and quickly said “Yes…Brian…that would be nice…”

 

“Miss…as a pet…I’ve heard of pet pupils…what about a pet teacher…” Brian teased. Miss Derby face went bright crimson, he’d hit upon a nerve but the other students thought she was embarrassed at such an audacious suggestion.

 

“Just so long as you look after me…Brian…a pet teacher is not just for Christmas…” Miss Derby joked, only it sounded hollow.

 

“I would Miss…I’d teach you things…that would be turnaround…wouldn’t it…Miss…” Brian politely said.

 

“Yes…maybe so…can you teach me anything…as you don’t seem to have learnt much in this class…” Miss Derby quietly joked, hoping to put him off the track.

 

“I’ve learnt discipline…obeying instructions…doing as you’re told…wearing the right clothes…sitting up straight…I could teach you that…Miss…” Brian said while Miss Derby tried to interrupt him.

 

“Brian…let’s get on…shall we?” Miss Derby said, now standing close to him; their conversation became quite and personal, while the rest of us ignored them, becoming involved in our chatter.

 

“So…I really could teach you something…Miss…” Brian innocently smiled. 

 

“Yes…I’m sure…Brian…in the mean-time back to reality…and this class…” Miss Derby said, trying to bring some authority to her voice.

 

“As my pet…I could teach you all those things…especially obedience…a pet should wear a collar…with a leash…learn how to beg…and to fetch…I’d use discipline and rewards to train my pet teacher…a spanking is a discipline…isn’t it Miss” Brian quietly asked.

 

“Yes…but…Not…errr…not…” Miss Derby whispered huskily and then her voice faded. She tried to say, not her, not a teacher. Brian had found out a secret something about his teacher and was playing it for all it was worth. The hum of the class died to silence, as though waiting for him to score a goal.

 

“I’m glad you agree…wouldn’t want to discipline you…if you don’t agree to it…the rewards would be good…a good brushing…and a seeing to…would be a reward…what do you think… Miss?” Brian cheekily asked. Miss Derby looked frightened, no longer able to whisper; she simply nodded her head. The one thought raged through her mind, that he’d found out. How? How on earth had he discovered her weakness, her secret fantasy? She was very discreet, using a laptop and being very careful with the password; she looked around the classroom wondering who else knew. She stood close to his desk, willing him to stop; trying to prevent him revealing more, through sheer will power. Her mouth was dry and she’d lost the power of speech, unable to even protest.

 

“Good…we’re clear then…you want to be trained…and disciplined…for a reward you’ll be given a good seeing to…and punished if necessary…Miss…” Brian whispered, he watched her nod ascent. It looked as though she were in a dream-world, he knew why; but hadn’t expected her to just cave in. He hadn’t expected his teacher to let him reveal all that, it certainly confirmed what he’d found out about her. Our teacher was a secret pet-girl. Brian had gone too far in class, but it had been amusing seeing her cringe; he wondered how he could get something more out of this. It had been fun embarrassing her in front of the class, but that’s all it was a bit of fun.

 

“Finished…see me after class…” Miss Derby heavily spoke, we looked at each other wondering what just happened. Shrugs and up turned eyes showed we were mystified; we’d waited for a punch line to Brian’s joke but nothing happened. Brian eyes gleamed with satisfaction and that should gave warned her not to be alone with him. Arranging for him to stay after college might not have been such a good idea. After college I relented and agreed to let Paul drive me home, we were getting into his car, when we saw Miss Derby walking through the student’s car park; we looked at each other, then back to where she had been, only to have lost her. Paul was in too much of a hurry to be bothered about a teacher, so drove off; he parked down the street from my house and reached for me.

 

“We’ve a few minutes until the college bus arrives…you won’t be expected home until then…” Paul said. The intense look he gave me melted all resistance, or at least some of it. How could I upset him, when he’d been so good to me? All it took was one of his special smiles, he wound an arm around my waist and kissed me. He was an expert at kissing, this was all new to me and it was exciting, I was in the arms of a college heart throb, all the girls wanted him as their boyfriend, yet he belonged to me. In return I belonged to him, a deep longing for something excited me and spurred me on. The idea of belonging to him became deeper the longer we smooched. How I was going to keep him was the problem. As we kissed, my age melted away, leaving me nineteen again, I was a teenager, so it was alright to be his girlfriend. While being his girlfriend, I could use my experience as a woman to keep him. What we were doing had now been justified and allowed me to carry on.

 

The light touches to my thighs were hardly felt, as everything was concentrated upon lips and tongue. A finger pressed against my engorged lips and my legs fell open.

 

“No…Paul…I can’t let you…” I told him. My voice was light and breathy, it revealed how excited he’d made me feel, rather than sounding determined to stop.

 

“Let me pleasure you…I’ll make you cum…don’t worry…it won’t hurt…” He said.

 

“I know…you don’t know me…I hardly know anything about you…” I complained.

 

“What do you want to know?” Paul asked.

 

“The bus will be here soon…my elder sister will be expecting me…” I quickly said.

 

“In class you promised…I could touch your breasts…” Paul reminded me. The expectant looks on his face was funny. It was true, I’d put him off in class, hoping something would happen to get me off the hook. The bus would arrive soon, so maybe I could avoid what he wanted.

 

“You’re sure you want me to do this?” Slowly unbuttoning my blouse, looking at him I said. I knew it was a silly question. What the hell! What did it matter, it was no big deal, they were just breasts; of course, it was important to him. It was important to all teenage boys, it was decided to give him a thrill; to keep him interested it wasn’t much of a sacrifice, as I was an experienced woman and used to going much further than this. On opening my blouse, and pulling up the bra, I was pleased with his reaction. The expression on his face was a picture of concentration, arousal and excitement, he was pretty sure of himself and right then was no exception.  

 

Expecting him to inexpertly grope my breasts, I was surprised when he leaned in to suck on a nipple. He gently massaged the other one, paying attention to the nipple, too late to stop him; I felt how sensitive they were. If he’d treated them roughly it would have been possible to remain cool. My level of arousal was being raised too quickly to cope. The nipples seemed to be connected directly to a pleasure center in my brain, my head lolled back and I groaned. A hand stroked my thigh and this time I didn’t care, the pleasure ran through my entire body, arousing me to the brink. His finger rubbed over the crotch of my panties, pressing my bud in just the right way.

 

“Oh! God! Yes!” I hissed; Paul stopped suddenly.

 

“The college bus…” He sighed. It had driven past the car, while lots of eyes scanning us both. We’d been caught! We straightened up our clothes while still breathing heavily.

 

“Later…we’ll go out on a date…get to know each other…” He said. I knew what he meant; the seriousness of his voice was funny. If he intended to finish what he’d started, I was ready for a date. He probably didn’t, which disappointed me. Well! At least I knew my integrity was intact, if nothing else.  What did nineteen-year-olds do on a date? As a nice girl, it wouldn’t be what I needed right then.

 

“Like that will be cool…yea…what time?” I said.

 

“I’ll pick you up at eight…” he smiled and lightly kissed my lips. We started walking, a car ran through a puddle and my legs got a soaking of cold water; I jumped and yelled at the driver.

 

“Oh God…” I said.

 

“Tina…what’s up?” Paul asked.

 

“It’s my bloody elder sister’s car…” I snapped, just managing not to say my younger sister.

 

“Tina…get in…” Tina looked at me through the open window, she’d a real triumphant look on her face. I slid in the back seat.

 

“So, who is this Tina?” Tina asked me.

 

“Paul…my study partner at college…” I whimpered.

 

“So are you dating my younger sister…Paul…” Tina asked. I could see her eyes in rear-view mirror. She was fucking well enjoying this.

 

“She’s free tonight…pick her up at 8:30 dear…I’m sure you’re free…I bet you would rather my little sister…” Tina said.

 

“Yes…I’m free…I’ll…Mrs. Sharma…” Paul said. 

 

“Call me Di…Thank you dear…” Tina said, looking at me in the mirror and we drove off.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me about this Paul?” Tina heavily asked me as we entered the house.

 

“Well…like…there’s nothing to tell really…you don’t need to know everything I do…I’m old enough to decide for myself…” I asserted.

 

“Well…err…yes…I guess…you’re going out with a boy from college…if you make a mistake …get found out…what then?” Tina said.

 

“This is a good reason…for playing the part all the time…I don’t forget and mess up…anyway it’s only for a week…” I reminded Tina.

 

“I suppose having a boyfriend in college is alright…he’ll want to take you out…” Tina mused. It was a bit daunting going out with a teenager, not really wanting to go out with a boy from college, I switch tactics.

 

“You’re going to ground me then…like…spoil my fun…yea…go on…” I unkindly spoke. Tina was being driven into acting like me again. She’d felt a protective feeling over me, when the boy announced himself, as though he owned the girl. This wasn’t a girl, this was her elder sister, for her sake.

 

Tina was bursting to tell me about the company, though maybe it would be unwise to rub it in. Best not let on she was having fun, while I suffered a week of high college. We went through the usual routine of setting the table, eating dinner, completing chores, homework and going our own way in the house. The time was getting on, as Tina pored over ideas for a campaign, everyone at the office had a chance to contribute and Tina was determined to make an impact. Around seven Yash came back from office, Tina opened the door.

 

“I hear you’ve got a date tonight…” Yash said entering master bedroom, I looked at Tina.

 

“Don’t worry…she explained it all…she is right…you need to date this kid…then dump him in a few weeks…or if you’re thinking of taking him to bed…I don’t have a problem…you know I’ll always love you…” Yash said.

 

“What our man is trying to say is…having a boyfriend will keep the other boys off your back… but I’ve a problem with you sleeping with a teenage boy…it should be me instead of you dating young teenage guys…” Tina said and we all laughed.

 

“How was your day honey?” I asked Yash.

 

“Good…tomorrow morning I’ve to leave for Toronto…will be back in two days…have to wake up early…so need to take a nice sleep…” Yash replied and kissed me on the cheeks.

 

“Paul would be coming…I should take a shower…Tina can you choose some clothes for me…” I said and went for the bathroom. Tina went to her room, took some of her clothes from her wardrobe and kept it on my bed. She went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. At eight the door bell rang and I answered the door.

 

“Hi Paul…” I said, he couldn’t speak; he just stood open mouthed, finally he realises he was gawping at me.

 

“Wow! You look Fab!” Paul mumbled. I wore my hair up in clips and as usual heavy makeup. The white blouse was open down to my navel, not that I’d any buttons to do up, Tina had cut them all off. Paul eyes darted to the two soft round breasts that hung between the four inches gap of my blouse, which was tied in a knot just above my navel. Luckily the blouse was quite thick, well thick enough so the darkness of my nipples didn’t show through. I turned to let him in feeling my braless tits wobble. Now he would be looking at my ass in the tight cut-off jeans. It was so short that the lower part of my ass cheeks was visible. I wore black knee length boots with a five inches heel, with zips up the inside so the bootleg clung tight to my legs.

 

“Hello Paul…Come in…” Tina said.

 

“Hi…Mrs. Sharma…I’m here to take Tina out…these are for you…” Paul said, presenting her with some flowers. Tina wondered where he’d stolen them from, but smiled and thanked him.

 

“I’ll put them in a vase if you like…” he said.

 

“If you can find one…please do…I’ll fix you a drink…a beer alright” Tina asked, marching towards the kitchen.

 

“Thanks…Mrs. Sharma…that would be good…” Paul replied.

 

“Your mother is nice…did she help you with your hair?” Paul asked.

 

“Why…you don’t like it…” I said.

 

“It looks lovely…I love it…pig tails make you look cute…and I love cute…I could lick you all over your so cute…” he said and poked his tongue out at me.

 

“Kiss me…I need to be hugged…and kissed…” I announced. While returning Tina noticed the flowers set in a vase and smiled. A nice touch she thought but quite useless. She was having a beer and a cocktail for me. It looked and tasted like a soft drink, she halted in the doorway watching us neck. Tina suppressed a hearty laugh, without spilling a drop; taking a few steps back, she coughed, waited and entered the room with a big smile. I looked embarrassed, she handed over a beer and a stiff cocktail. I chocked, too much vodka. I and Tina eyed each other, and a challenge passed between us, the cocktail would be drunk and I would show she was an adult, capable of making my own decisions.

 

Tina smiled, thinking the vodka would relax me for an interesting evening. The drinks and small talk were finished and we decided to leave. I smiled at my younger sister and linked my arm around Paul, making it a challenge. Paul snaked his arm around my waist, I smiled at Tina attempting to provoke her.

 

“You look great together…” Tina told us.

 

“Thanks…Mrs. Sharma…” Paul smiled; Tina could see I was going to have a remarkable evening. The guy was strong and I would have trouble fighting him off. As an afterthought, she’d to add petrol to the fire.

 

“Now you listen young man…keep your hands to yourself…” Tina said.

 

“Di…” I hissed in frustration.

 

“And you…just remember what happened the last time…you were caught with your blouse round your waist…I’ve slipped a couple of condoms into your purse…” Pretending to be discreet, Tina said.

 

“Di…” I hissed in protest. God she was really over doing the elder sister bit!

 

“Just keep safe…that’s all…” Tina said, on closing the door; she found the image of our two astonished faces so funny; she doubled up with laughter. Sinking into the leather passenger seat, I sank deeper into the teen persona.

 

“So…you’ve brought condoms with you…” Paul teased.

 

“Shit…that was my elder sister’s idea of a joke…she likes to embarrass me…” I explained.  

 

“I know…she’s really embarrassed you….” Paul said and laughed.

 

“Where are we going?” I asked.

 

“To the pictures…” Paul replied.

 

“What’s on?” I asked.

 

“No idea…we’re going to sit on the back seat…and kiss…” Paul smirked and was pleased to see me smile back. As soon as we left, Tina drove to a late-night mall, there was a lot to do before I returned home.

 

 

*****End of Chapter-18*****

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  Chapter- 19

 

 

“Sorry…young lady…unless you have Id…I can’t let you into that screen…we’ve got a Disney classic showing on screen three…you can see that…” The guy behind the counter told me. I wasn’t surprises, the way I was dressed and had my makeup applied, I looked too young. A part of me felt proud and pleased, nevertheless, I went red from embarrassment. So, we went to a Disney movie after all. I noticed the tittle but nothing much else of the film. We kissed and with no one around we began to neck, that led to devouring each other’s tongue and exploring mouths. The teenager stuff seemed innocent enough, and so I let myself become heated up, so much so, I let him put his hand inside my jeans. It was meant to be for just a quick feel, his fingers were so good at finding my sensitive place, I let him stroke me for a little longer.

 

After a while it was too late, I couldn’t stop him, I took his hand and just slipped it into my blouse; he played with me down there while massaging my breasts. I began rubbing him slowly through his jeans. My whole body conspired to send insistent signals to my brain, the signals were naughty words. Fuck me, were two of them.

 

“Bloody hell…” Paul gasped.

 

“You tell anyone…I did this Paul…” I whispered, feeling his fingers squeeze my breasts.

 

“Oh God…I won’t…” he breathed. For the rest of the film probably ¾ of an hour we fondled each other, I managed to rub my legs together slightly which stimulated my pussy in tight low-cut jeans. He gasped at the point where I managed to get his cock free from his trousers, I must admit I enjoyed hearing his little excited gasps. After a few minutes he started to pant and my fingers felt the hot spunk that shot between them. My nipples were now tormented to the point of aching, but I didn’t really mind. Even when he’d finished; I carried on rubbing his hot cum into his cock. His gasping was still there but just the odd one here and there.

 

“Christ…you drive me wild…” Paul groaned in my ear. I smiled and for some reason, I felt good about myself. Before the movie ended, we rushed out before the crowd, laughing and panting; we piled into his car. I suddenly noticed we were on the back seat, but didn’t care. He quickly had a hand inside my jeans, to resume where he left off, with his tongue duelling with mine, there wasn’t much of a protest. With the other hand he tweaked a nipple, it happened almost before I’d settled on the seat. My breasts felt on fire. I drifted along with the nice feelings in the cinema and now in his car.

 

When I felt his fingers delve into my panties, a hand grabbed his wrist. Unsteadily the hand tried to stop him, though it might have been helping him find the right spot. Neither of us knew whether I was trying to stop him or helping. After a while, a naughty thoughts were inadvertently voiced.

 

“I’m ready…” I murmured. With my lips close to his ear, he heard and didn’t need much encouragement. He’d know what he was doing and was aware of how worked up I was. It was obvious I’d experience and those girls were the easiest. Without missing a beat, he pulled onto his lap, facing him. My thighs were either side of his knees, with my panties askew. As an nineteen-year-old this wasn’t right and I should have been frightened, For just a moment I was afraid of consequences and almost panicked. I sank down upon the head of his cock, it slid over my slit, separated my lips and nudged my opening.

 

The hesitation was only a split second, the head of his cock entered me, it seemed like ages before it moved. Was he teasing me? With all my weight I pressed down upon him, the feeling of his hardness penetrating my body was exciting. Already breathing heavily, I was now panting. I was sitting in a boy’s car with him embedded inside my body, he began to pump me vigorously; with every deep thrust my head rocked back and I fitfully groaned. The pleasure of a hard pounding to my pussy was magnificent, with youthful strength and stamina; he kept me going, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. I was bouncing up and down in the back of his car, with head rocking back and forth as though I was a rag doll in the hands of a rough child.

 

“Oh…yes…please…don’t stop…” I yelped, the words announcing my orgasm sounded silly; but neither of us noticed. Paul was pleased that at last I was reaching a climax, he couldn’t have kept going for much longer, I was close to tears. I felt him stop, thrust deeper and hold it there; I imagined him spurting his young fertile semen deep into my vagina. The sensation of taking my lovers nectar, accepting it inside my body was overwhelming, with feeling of love flooding my mind. A deep caring emotion overtook me, electricity fired nerve endings, from my tummy out through my limbs; my mind was blinded by sparks of desire and love. Paul pulled my face onto his cheat and undid his shirt, he wanted to feel my warmth against his skin, there were tears glistening in my eyes; which he kissed, I was his now, he wanted to keep me safe and to look after me. He didn’t want me to be sad ever again.

 

“Good girl…you’re not late…I’ll let you go out again…if you behave yourself…” Tina cheekily to me.

 

“Thanks Di…” I said and yawned.

 

“So…what did you two do?” Tina asked.

 

“Fab…it was some Disney classic…a magician or something…I think…alright…you can laugh…we played around in the cinema…just kissing…that’s all…” I carelessly shrugged.

 

“You didn’t see much of the film then…” Tina laughed; she didn’t pick up on the look of guilt on my face. I went into silent mode; all I could think about was how stupid I’d been.

 

“You’ve been a naughty girl…I told you not to play around with boys…” Tina teased me.

 

“Sorry Di…I’ll be a good girl from now on…promise…” I replied back. Tina was disappointed I didn’t bite, instead, I just took the criticism, as though I were an errant sister. I looked contrite, rather than angry over being treated like a teenager, what she’d done in that car was difficult to excuse. Had she been mad? Again, Tina took a good look at me and saw how young I looked. No, it wasn’t just that I looked young, it was a combination of behavior, speech and the makeover.  

 

“Come with me…I want to show you something…your new teenager bedroom…I figured you’ve to be a teenager until the end of the week…so to be safe…you’ll be in here…before yo say anything…you promised to be a good girl…” Tina reminded me.

 

“Alright…thanks Di…thanks for moving all my stuff…” I conceded.

 

“You can have friends back to your room…” Tina pointed out.

 

“Sure…whatever…it makes sense…” I agreed. We both looked around the teen styled bedroom, decorated with a predominance of pink. The posters of boy bands were for a younger girl. The same went for the clothes, in this wardrobe and draws were new teenager clothes. I noticed my adult clothes were still in the main bedroom.

 

“Get to bed…so you’ll be fresh for college in the morning…I’m going to bed now…need to be fresh for work…” Tina said and blew me a kiss. I was holding up the pajamas, staring at them. Tina closed the door on her, not wanting to laugh and spoil the moment. The pink cotton pajamas were on offer, so she bought them even though they were for a young teen, they were extra-large for a big fifteen-years-old. Tina was in master bedroom, with a hand over her mouth; trying to suppress a belly laugh. It didn’t matter if I refused to wear them, as they had been so cheap, having been discounted several times. That was because no self-respecting teen would wear them, they were some designer’s idea of being cute. Tomorrow Tina was going to have fun with her elder sister, this whole thing was just so funny. That her elder sister had decided to stay the whole week in college.

 

Tina decorated the spare bedroom with childish posters, and cuddly toys, then moved me in. There had been no discussion, no choice, I’d been moved in to a room decorated for an adolescent. At the same time, Tina moved into my bedroom. This was so we could keep to our roles and not make mistakes. During breakfast I wanted to protest over having to move out of my bedroom, complaining was awkward; when trying to overcome the guilt I felt. Accidentally, I ended up taking my younger sister’s place in college, though playing at being a collegegirl didn’t mean I could have a boyfriend. Again, it just happened without planning anything, and then it became a situation difficult to get out of. Having a teenage boyfriend at my age was bad enough. Having sex with a nineteen-year-old boy from college was going too far. As a woman of twenty-six, I should have known better; behaving like an irresponsible youth just shouldn’t have happened. It would be too humiliating admitting to having slept with a boy the same age as my younger sister. The only excuse was, I’d been going to college; pretending to be a college girl, and became carried away in the role. Deeply throwing myself into the role had overwhelmed my common sense.

 

When it happened, Paul said I belonged to him, the feeling of being his girl had been so strong; it was overpowering. It was a nice feeling, but had to be ignored. I would have to tell him who I really was, which was going to be difficult, especially after having sex with him. I felt too guilty to tell Tina or Yash.

 

“You’d better call me Di all the time now…you might forget at an important moment…” Tina said.

 

“Oh…well…I’m not sure…it has all happened so fast…I don’t know what’s happening to me …I feel so confused…I’m behaving badly…” I murmured.

 

“We can’t back out of this now…just a couple of days…and we can go back to normal…you should have put your foot down…right at the beginning…we wouldn’t be in this silly situation …” Tina blamed me.

 

“Sorry…I suppose you’re right…I don’t want to ruin all the hard work we’ve put in…Di…this is a big day for you…you look good…so elegant and confident…” I said as I noticed Tina was wearing one of my smart business suits for work, she was growing up fast and dressed in my clothes, she looked older than twenty-five. Nearly ready for college and work, we hugged and held on for a little while. Working in a big company was turning out to be great and the pay was good. Today was important day for Tina as an idea for a sales campaign was being presented. Even her contribution was being presented to the CEO.

 

“Good luck Di…” I said. It was all working out well, for both of us. All I’d to do was pretend to be my younger sister Tina, for a couple of days. Everyone accepted me, as I was dressed like a teenager, acted, and spoke like one. Playing at being an irresponsible teenager was fun, just so long as I didn’t let it slip to reveal, I was an adult and a mother.

 

I walked to the classroom a little ahead of everyone else in my class.

 

“Tina…you girl…come here…now” In a corridor leading to my classroom, I stopped when called a second time. For a moment I’d forgotten my name was now Tina, looking embarrassed; I hurried back to the teacher.

 

“You need a new blouse…that one is too tight…you’re a big girl now…unless you intentionally want to flaunt your chest…get a better fitting blouse…” the teacher admonished me. The other students in the busy hall looked at me and sniggered, the guys leered at me, though I was getting used to that.

 

“Yes Man…I’ll go to shopping at the weekend with my elder sister…” I explained. As the week progresses it became easier to submit to the authority figure a teacher represented. At the beginning of the work, I’d wanted to say something in defense, but now I settled into being submissive. Besides, it wasn’t in my nature to force a confrontation, I settled into trying to be a good girl called Tina, and obey her teachers. It meant not being noticed and not being found out; it also meant the adolescent role had taken a firm grip of my thinking.

 

“Where is your tie…no excuse…girl…that will be a demerit…at least you can pull your socks up…slovenly behavior is not allowed…” the teacher corrosively said. I jumped to it, unthinkingly bending over in front of everyone, to pull my socks up. The guys behind me had a grand view up the short skirt and nudged each other, while commenting on my panties. The panties were small and pulled tight up my crack when bent over. The teacher noticed the boy’s reaction, but refrained from making a scene. It was partly her fault for rattling the girl, she didn’t want to embarrass the poor girl anymore than she’d. Pulling me close she quietly talked to me.

 

“That’s fine…you’ll do…don’t take any notice of them…look at me…you’re a well-shaped girl…so be careful…when you bend over…you’re filling out now…will need a longer skirt… you need bigger panties…and a plain bra…” she advised.

 

“Sorry…Miss…it’s my elder sister’s bra…mine don’t fit…” I explained. My face had colored red with embarrassment, from being talked down to by the young teacher. The woman was only a year or so older than me and it was embarrassing being told not to show off my body to boys. It was uncomfortable having this young woman telling me what to wear and there was nothing I could do; I was just a collegegirl; being dictated by a teacher and would have to submit to the woman. After embarrassing me, the teacher sent me on my way, it was worrying how these demerits were building up. The teacher was right, I needed a new college uniform; it looked as though my breasts wanted to escape and were about to burst free. The adolescent boys in my class couldn’t be blamed for making rude remarks, when I walked pass a building site on my way home, the men made less obvious comments. At first it had been embarrassing, though now it pleased me to be noticed. Having their attention made me feel sexy, knowing it wasn’t right or respectable, seemed to make it all the more thrilling.

 

As for the pleated skirt, it was far above the knees to pass college rules; too much thigh was on show for a girl, let alone a woman. Someone who knew my age, would think I was a fantasy collegegirl, in high college and college; I hadn’t had such a voluptuous hourglass figure, so this was all new and exciting. All the male attention was fun and heated me up. It wasn’t something I’d to come to terms with early on and I hadn’t built up a way of dealing with it, the thought of being attractive to men and boys was arousing.

 

“Sit down everyone…settle down…and pay attention…” Miss derby said loudly. I noticed the woman glance at Brain, then quickly turn away, looking embarrassed. The teacher hesitated for a moment, then carried on. For the next hour it would be history, the teacher’s favorite subject. For this lesson she would teach it all the way through, rather than have us read from text books. One of the girls passed me a note, while the teacher was writing on the board. It mentioned yesterday’s joke between the teacher and Brian. It asked if she knew what that was all about.

 

I giggled and passed the note on. Unfortunately, the teacher turned around to ask a quick question. She was making sure they were paying attention, only to catch me in the act.

 

“Tina…come here…bring that note with you…” the teacher demanded. Having read the note, I was highly embarrassed. The feeling of being a naughty collegegirl rested heavily upon me. Another demerit was sure to be added to the growing list. Only a few more and Yash would be informed, and I would be in trouble at home, as well as in college. What the punishment here would be I didn’t know. Receiving a heavy lecture from Tina, and having to promise to behave myself in college, would be hard to take. With head down, I handed Miss Derby the note. The woman read the note, but said nothing. Expecting an explosion of anger, I looked up to see the woman’s face burning with embarrassment.

 

“Go back to your seat…be a good girl…Tina…no more playing around in class…” she nervously spoke.

 

“Yes…Miss…” I said, almost with a bent knee, I was so relieved. Everyone ignored me, and sat up straight as though they were model pupils. Something had happened to their teacher, and they didn’t want to find out what it was. It was unlike Miss Derby to let one of the students get away with something. The class became more animated as the morning rolled on. Miss Derby didn’t like teaching maths, so she couldn’t hold their attention. It was one of the problems of having the rowdy kids in one class, and keeping them there, with one teacher. Teaching this class left Miss Derby feeling she was being punished, as well as them. A girl picked up a pen off the floor and gave it to me. She whispered something and I burst out giggling.

 

Thinking the class was making fun of her, she decided to come down hard on someone. I’d already smirked at one of her incorrect equations. Being corrected by one of her students didn’t sit well. Wanting to bring order back to the classroom, she would have to make an example of her.

 

“Tina…come here…what have I told you…you’ll be recommended to attend the assessment center…they’ll keep you under control…what have you to say to that?” Miss Derby asked.

 

“Please Miss…don’t send me there…I couldn’t stand it…some other punishment…anything …please…Miss Derby…” I pathetically spoke.

 

“I can’t give you too many demerits…or you’ll end up there anyway…I could send you to the principal…to be caned…that’s no good…you’ll end up there…” Miss Derby thought out loud.

 

“You could cane me…don’t send me away…please…Miss Derby…” I genuinely pleaded.

 

“Go on Miss…no one will say anything…” Paul quietly spoke. He was pleased to hear the rest of the class join in; everyone was quietly supporting me.

 

“As you’re now quiet…not bringing attention to this class…I shall consider it…stand in the corner…girl…you can think about why you’re to be punished…give me a good reason…and I’ll cane you…it will be a sharp shock…then it will be all over…” Miss Derby said. I raised my hands above my head, feeling afraid and vulnerable, being sent to that infamous assessment center had to be avoided. What would they make a woman pretending to be a collegegirl? If they didn’t find out, I would be prey to those nasty boys; discovering how vulnerable and easily influenced I was, meant I would be in a big trouble.

 

The little skirt was raised up when I lifted my hands, though this time it didn’t show off my bare cheeks; I was wearing white cotton panties, and they were shown off instead. They were plastered between my cheeks, which was almost as rude as before; it was difficult to understand, but I gained a thrill from being controlled; it was humiliating yet arousing being treated like a naughty girl and being punished gave me a thrilling rush. When I stood at the front of the classroom, with my hands on my head showing off my panties, it was humiliating and arousing.

 

“Alright…Tina…you’ve had long enough…what do you have to say for yourself?” Miss Derby asked.

 

“Sorry…Miss…it won’t happen again…please punish me here in class…so that I can remain in your class…I’m going to be a good girl from now on…honest…Miss Derby…” I humbly spoke.

 

“Alright…I agree…” Miss Derby glanced at Brian and said. The class sighed collectively, it sounded as though they were holding their collective breath awaiting the result. They felt sorry for a fellow student, and didn’t like the idea of anyone going to the assessment center for hard cases. Me and Paul were an item, and both of us were well liked in class.

 

“Bend over my desk…girl…” Miss Derby ordered, knowing I was submissive helped her make the decision; this demonstration of power was needed to keep everyone in place, as we were relaxing and becoming rowdy. As a submissive, I easily give in, and accept a punishment. I felt awful, in a classroom of rowdy teenagers; I was bent over the teacher’s desk, feeling the teacher lift my skirt, I realized it was a big mistake facing away from the class. A slight rise away from the desk, and the teacher put a heavy hand on my back.

 

“Stay where you’re…try to relax…and it will hurt less…” Miss Derby whispered thinking this position suited her, as the whole class would witness the punishment. My humiliation would be a salutary lesson to them all. I cringed on feeling the hem of my skirt pulled up and tucked into the waist band. Being a short skirt, it took a tug to reach, unbelievably Miss Derby pulled my panties down! My bare bottom was on show to the whole class. I was a grown woman, not a young girl, I was an adult; at twenty-six, I was way past having my bottom spanked. Even at nineteen I wouldn’t expect to be spanked, in front of a whole class of friends; it was outrageous. Damn! I’d asked for this, without realizing the consequences; my bottom lip quivered and I moaned a little plea. Even in the silent classroom only Miss Derby heard the pathetic sound.

 

“Keep quite…be brave…try to be a good girl…” Miss Derby told me. Everyone heard the cane swish and watched it smack my bare cheeks. A collective, ‘Oh!’ was whispered, everyone concentrated upon my bottom with most wishing the caning to hurry up and end. Some watched the punishment with glee, their ancestors were the ones sitting before a guillotine, calmly knitting or jeering the victim. Some just ogled my bare bottom and it wasn’t just the guys as some envious girls intently stared. One yearned for the same punishment, wanting to experience the exquisite pain and suffering. Another wanted to sooth those attractive, peachy spheres of loveliness.

 

A red stripe blossomed upon my rear, the first was a shock; the second drove away all thought of embarrassment from being scrutinized. The third produced a whimper, the fourth brought forth a sigh through gritted teeth, if there was one thing a submissive was capable of; that was endurance, I’d learned to endure many embarrassments over the years and this was the worst to be added to the list. The class breathed a sigh of relief with me, on seeing Miss Derby put away the cane. I almost felt the wave of air but certainly felt the wave of sympathy. Only four stroked of the cane were considered lenient. Though Paul didn’t see it that way, he’d declared I was his and under his protection; not in so many ways, yet it was recognized in our classroom. I was his girl, and he hadn’t been able to protect me, he ignored the general thought that Miss Derby had saved me from a worse fate. I made my way back to the desk, and sat tenderly with exaggerated slowness; it wasn’t so bad, I’d never been caned in college, this was a first and once settled I looked around. The sympathetic looks left me feeling a bit heroic. It felt good to be a collegegirl with other girls like me around. Maybe they were the worst girls in college, but they knew about punishments and being put down, they showed me respect and a fellowship not experienced before.

 

“I’m one of them…I’m a naughty collegegirl…” I murmured under my breath, I was careful not to smile in case Miss Derby took it as a challenge; instead Miss Derby smiled at me, and rested a hand on my shoulder when looking at my work.

 

“Well done…Tina…” Miss Derby said, I knew what was meant and smiled up at Miss Derby and submissively replied “Thank you…Miss Derby…”

 

I walked out of class at the end of day, with classmates cheerfully encouraging me, many a ‘see ya’ was said with a smile in their voices. Their encouragement and joking heartened me more than commiserations would have. Paul caught up with me, and we walked hand in hand to his car. I was no longer worried what might or might not happen, he was my boyfriend; I belonged to him and all the girls knew it. So, did I, now.

 

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

 

“Miss Derby…don’t worry…I’m not going to run her over…I was wondering if she might show up again…” Paul mused.

 

“There she is…” I pointed, Paul backed out of the parking space and drove down a lane towards the exit. Miss derby didn’t see anything while focusing on where she’d been told to go. Brian was waiting for her, with the back door of his car slightly open. Quickly ducking down, she slid onto the back seat and covered herself with a blanket. Yesterday the blanket had been asked for, and she was glad he remembered. If this had to be endured, then extreme discretion was necessary, screwing up her eyes; she admitted to herself it was only that he was a student, that made it bad. Otherwise it was wonderful. A dream comes true, he was learning quickly what she needed. Too damn quickly!

 

“Where’s she gone…” Paul asked himself. Paul shrugged his shoulders and carried on; Brian pulled out behind us and followed to the exit. Instead of parking down from my house, Paul pulled into a house that was up for sale. As soon as the handbrake was on, we were heavily petting. In one swift movement we were closely embraced, my whole body felt on fire; his touch was magical, I wanted the moment to last and last. We broke off to get our breath back, I leaned back with my legs spread and realized his fingers were still in my panties. An old-fashioned look didn’t disturb him, it was impossible to get mad with him or even slightly cross. He wasn’t even with me; he was deep in thought. He touched a sensitive spot and I flinched; it was nice, very nice, yet he wasn’t concentrating on me at all. I cleared my throat, to get his attention, ready to slam my thighs together, it was impossible, the sensations were dreamy! Wow! I murmured at one point. Damn! Him! He wasn’t going to make me cum while he was deep in thought and while not with me at all.

 

“Excuse me Sir…do you mind removing your fingers from my pussy…” using my adult voice, laden with authority I said.

 

“What? Sorry…” Paul said and looked at me with surprise. It was as though he’d seen me for the first time, ever.

 

“Sorry…I was thinking…you know…Miss Derby…I’m sorry…I didn’t do something…” Paul said.

 

“What do you mean…you’re not going to do something silly…” I anxiously spoke.

 

“Well…you’re mine…I should look after you…” Paul fiercely spoke.

 

“Thank you…I can look after myself…is this because the class saw my ass…” I said, we looked at each other and burst into laughter. As a way of distracting him, I changed the subject.

 

“I nearly cum with your fingers in me…you weren’t even with me…you were thinking of my bottom being swiped…and everyone watching…” I complained.

 

“No…it’s not that…I’m sorry…just felt helpless…and I couldn’t help…” he sincerely told me.

 

“No need…I got off lightly…any other teacher would have sent me to the principal…then I’d have been sent to that assessment center…it was worth being caned…” I pointed out.

 

“Alright…I didn’t like it…” Paul admitted.

 

“You didn’t like it…what’s wrong with my bottom…” I said.

 

“You know what I mean…come here…” Paul said and roughly grabbed me. It was nice when he was rough with me, he held me tight and wasn’t gentle this time. The gentleness was nice, but occasionally I liked to be manhandled; I imagined being in bed with him, playfully wrestling, and him getting between my legs forcing them apart. The fantasy changed to being under him, when he was in a bad mood, being forced to submit.

 

“Maybe you wanted to spank me…” I teased.

 

“Yes…I’ll if you don’t shut up and kiss me…” Paul said and grabbed my hair, after forcibly kissing me, he lent back and asked what was wrong.

 

“You didn’t tell me…where you wanted to be kissed…” I taunted him.

 

“In here of course…” he mouthed and his eyes lit up.

 

“Go park the car somewhere safe…came in the back door…” I said and slid out of his car. He was about to flippantly ask if the, ‘back door’ was another naughty offer, but thought better of it. Not looking back, I stopped to pull up my socks; giving him a fine view of my panties. My bottom no longer stung, so the teacher really had been lenient with me. I skipped up the street to home, trying to miss the crack in pavement. At twenty-six, going on nineteen, I felt light headed. There was being naughty in class and being very naughty outside of college. What would my younger sister say when I invited my boyfriend into my bedroom. Hell! I was an adult, and could make a decision of who to invite into my house.

 

By the time Paul and I’d parted, Brian was parking in his parents drive, when the engine became silent; Miss Derby’s heart began to flutter, with fear, panic and excitement in equal measure. As expected, Tina was still at the office, she’d an important presentation today and she was working late; a snack waited in the fridge, but I was not in mood of eating. After opening the back door, I went to freshen up. Returning to the kitchen I was pleasantly surprised.

 

“Oh…I didn’t hear you come in…” I whispered.

 

“Is someone in…why are we whispering then…” Paul asked. I giggled like a silly collegegirl, he wrapped his arms around me and we smooched. It felt so naughty kissing a boyfriend in the kitchen. So much so the thrill and arousal were enough to knock me thinking askew. Being carried away on a wove of arousal, spurred me onto be a very naughty girl.

 

“This way…” I said, breaking away from him. Leading him to my bedroom, I felt as nervous as hell. The butterflies in my tummy turned to swallows, the bedroom was decorated in an embarrassingly young style, but I didn’t think he would notice. It was trembling with excitement; in high college I’d never had a boyfriend and wouldn’t have dared bring one home. Sneaking Paul into my own home was thrilling because I didn’t want Tina to find out. Stepping into the room we fell upon each other like ravenous beasts, then fell onto the bed. We were writhing together like snaked in a basket, after a while; Paul pushed me away.

 

“A kiss…that’s all…” I laughed.

 

“But where?” Paul grinned.

 

“Do you promise not to tell…Good…do you promise to be my boyfriend until the end of high college…” I earnestly pleaded.

 

“I do…you’ll be my girlfriend all through high college…” Paul sincerely promised. Of course, he did, he would promise the heavens and earth, and more. It was an easy promise too, as we only had a few weeks left of college. Pretending to think about it, I kept him on edge, waiting for me to make up my mind. His expression wasn’t so assured now, he expected me to chicken out; he was fairly sure this was just a big tease. Slipping off the bed to my knees, I put a finger in the corner of my mouth, with a frown; I looked innocent and thoughtful, he knew I was teasing him but just the possibility of me doing that was just wonderful. The anticipation almost made him cum, his cock ached for relied but he dares not move or say a word. He didn’t want to frighten me, or upset me at this critical moment.  

 

A lascivious look crossed my face and took up residence, reaching up to his zip; my hands managed to pull it down. A hand squeezed into his trousers, rummaged around, then pulled his hardness free. My head moved forward with pouting lips; Paul held his breath, it seemed as though his cock had stiffened so much, he would never cum. My face was right over his cock and it ached for my lips, and he caught himself reaching out for my hair. Paul pulled back, tucking both arms behind him to support his back; his breathing was heavy, yet I was in control for a change. Usually it was my breathing ragged and whimpering little sounds of pleasure, with full my bud lips parted; I kissed the end of his cock.

 

“I’m your boyfriend…Tina…my darling…beautiful…Tina…” Paul whispered. I heard his words, but was concentrating on his cock, we reached into my sub-conscious making me happy and wanting to make my boyfriend happy. I looked up at him, smiled, flicked my hair away then opened my mouth. My head turned back to the important thing I’d been readying myself for. I lowered my head, purposely letting him see my lips close upon the head of his cock. I kissed his cock then sucked upon its head. With lips wrapped around the head of his cock, I looked up through my long eyelashes. The look of anguish and arousal upon his face was satisfying. For this moment, I’d him exactly where I wanted him, as a mature woman I knew what I was doing, and how to get maximum power from this moment. My eyes locked with his, my head was still, then my lips slid down the length of his cock.

 

“Oh! Shit…Oh! Fuck…” Paul cried out, watching my lops suck his cock was awesome. The feel of my mouth tightly gripping his cock and the flick of my tongue, was stupendous. Paul closed his eyes concentrate on the sensations.

 

“Oh! Yes!” He whimpered. His eyes opened wide, he felt something different and I’d stopped. The grip loosened and I was sucking in air, my eyes met his, where a mysterious message lay. My face was distorted with cock, so there was no clue there, something was up and he hoped it wasn’t his cock in her mouth that upset me. He wanted me to grip it tight again, wanted me to move up and down its length. Another deep breath, did it mean she was trying to relax and not panic over having his cock in her mouth?

 

“Oh…my god…” he exclaimed; he watched my lips push down until they kissed his sack. I’d swallowed his cock, the enigmatic message, the breathing, it all made sense now. He wanted to declare his love for me, yet garbled nonsense emerged from his mouth. The feel of his cock gripped tight in my throat was more than awesome, it was indescribable. It was heavenly, with great intensity he watched my lips move up the length of his cock. He dares not move or say anything as my tongue flicked in my mouth over the end of his cock, I took deep breaths, then my mouth again slid down the length of his cock. A little faster this time, only a slight hesitation and he was down my throat, gripped tight. My head began to bob up and down, as I face-fucked him, it was my face not just my mouth; as it was distorted when full of cock. There wasn’t the slightest hesitation now, as I swallowed him whole; my lips pressed tight again the base of his cock, my chin pushed against his sack and my top lip pushed against his pubes.

 

Faster and faster, I fucked him hard.

 

“Oh…God…I’m going to cum…” He shouted, it wasn’t a warning it was a declaration of excitement and of finality. He’d unexpectedly arrive into nirvana, I kept my head down, while he pumped strings of cum down my throat. My face was firmly planted in his crotch. Surely, I couldn’t breathe like that! His cock was deep down my throat, while he spurted cum directly into my belly. Like a rocket my head shot up and I took a deep breath. Several deep breaths, his eyes were wide and his mouth too. A look of wonder slapped his features, I was a goddess of love; his goddess of love.

 

Paul cock was still big and still in my mouth, I sucked on it, pulling hard; emptying him of all his succulent juices.  

 

“Oh…yes…Tina…I love you…” Paul declared, I let go of his cock and smiled up at him. On my knees, having performed for his pleasure, I felt like a master’s special serving girl. He declared his love for me and I absorbed every word, every nuance of meaning. My heart raced to catch up with the feelings of being wanted, and wanting him.

 

“I love you…Paul…” I said, he pulled me up onto the bed and held me tight.

 

“That was wonderful…I can’t tell you how good…” Paul intensely spoke.

 

“I’ve never done anything like that before…I practiced with a banana…just for you…my love…only you…” I pledged. We cuddled happily without a care in the world. I was no longer a part of the adult world; I was a teenager with a boyfriend. Without the worries of a mature woman, I was free to misbehave. A woman’s sexual skills combined with the unlimited devotion of a teenager was a powerful force. 

 

“Tina…that was wonderful…my love…” Paul said, thinking of next time.

 

“Whatever you want me to do…I’ll do…I’m yours…I belong to you…Paul…” I enthused.

 

 

 

*****End of Chapter-19*****

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