Since my parents aren’t what you might call devout, Bible-thumping Catholics, why, you may ask, did they send me to an exclusive Catholic school? Two reasons, I think. One the school has truly excellent results, and the class sizes are small. Never more than fifteen, and usually ten. The education, albeit heavily Catholic based, was superb. Maybe they hoped my morality (and my virginity) would be preserved a little longer. Sorry mum....that part didn’t work.
One thing a Catholic education will do for you is point out exactly where the most fun is to be had. It does this by making it “forbidden”. They talk about the sin of homosexuality.....which made us want to try girl/girl. They told us masturbation was a sin....guess what....we all sinned like crazy. They told us sex out of wedlock was a sin, so we all fucked as soon as we could.
Want a good sex life? Do everything the Catholic church says you shouldn’t!
Michael has been avoiding me since I let him finger me and then sucked him off in my room. Maybe I scared him. His dad, Bill, and his mum Emily, well, Emily is my mum’s sister, and Bill, well, Bill is a massive flirt. But then, so am I. I am quite at home with a little flash of panty, or maybe pressing against him if I need to squeeze by, a situation I engineer quite often. Uncle Bill, well, let’s say he isn’t averse to copping a feel now and then. Ali told me he actually took her right boob in his hand, claiming he was reaching for something behind her.
Me? Ok....I’m about as sex starved as a girl can be. I’ve masturbated so much lately that not only is my clit sore, but I’m permanently wet, and my fingers actually ache!
So, Bill then? Why not?
Take Saturday, usually a lazy, sleep in kind of day in my home. Mum and dad never surface before mid day, and I know for a fact it’s one of their favourite fuck times. Michael has been keeping himself to himself in his room, and Ali, well, she’s a bit of a loner too. I heard Bill get up, and tell Emily he was going to make some coffee. Perfect! I waited until I heard him pass my door, then counted to 40, and slipped out of bed. I was wearing....well..nothing...but that would be too much. I grabbed yesterday’s panties and bra, pulled them on and padded downstairs. Bill was by the coffee machine as I entered the kitchen. “Hi uncle Bill.” In my best innocent voice. He stared at me before muttering, “Oh...Hi.” I walked to where he was, knowing full well, I had that warm, just woken up scent about me....and another scent that came from yesterday’s undies, into which I was creaming very nicely again. “‘Scuse me,” I said, as I wriggled between him and the counter, reaching for the fruit bowl, and making damn certain my bum rubbed against his crotch. I actually felt his dick stiffen. I let the fruit bowl slip which pushed it further away which meant I had to bend further....which meant his dick was now resting neatly in the crack of my bum! I could feel it! His wife, Emily, is one lucky woman! A couple of wriggle more and I knew I had him.
I felt his hands on my waist and he gave a few pushes against me. I let him know this was ok by squeezing my bum around his dick. I was aching for him to pull my panties aside and do me right there over the counter top, but I guess he was too scared someone might come. I reached to one of his hands and guided it up to my boob. He worked it inside my bra cup and kept pushing against me.
It was over quite quickly. I knew he had cum in his shorts, and that just left me, I took his hand from my boob and guided it into my undies. All it took was one word. “Please?” I felt his expert fingers find my clit which, magically wasn’t sore in the least now. He masturbated me expertly before reaching further down and slipping a finger in me at just the right time as I came.
I moved away from him, planted a quick kiss on his cheek and as suggestively as I could, took the banana I had taken from the fruit bowl back upstairs.
So, now I have two goals this holiday. Either Michael, or his dad is going to fuck me.....and I don’t very much care which it is.
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