The girls compete. I award prizes and penalties. We all feel like winners.
I had hardly got home from Beverley’s house when she sent me a message on my phone. It was unlike any I had received before.
It was a picture of a bare breast with a caption saying, “An nipple for the teacher” along with heart imoge.
I sent her a message back in return, “It’s supposed to be an apple for the teacher!” I was such a smart arse, I couldn’t help but correct her.
“I know”, she replied “but I thought you’d prefer this.”
“Yes,” I finally got the joke, “I hope you’ll send me another one tomorrow,” I typed before trying to send an imoge of my own – it felt so silly, I’d never done that before.
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I was surprised when Beverley arrived at out house on Wednesday. We didn’t have a lesson that day but, as Patsy reminded me, she was her best friend and she’d been visiting our house for years. I’d just been too busy with my books to even notice her!
But I certainly noticed her now!
Things felt quite awkward over dinner.
I tried to act as if nothing had ever happened between me and the girls, but in truth more had happened than I knew how to handle and I wasn’t sure that we’d finished yet.
It all began some months ago when my sister, Patsy asked me to help her to improve her grades in French.
I was always a good student and I was soon able to help her get far better grades than she’d ever achieved before.
She’d agreed to repay me with blowjobs, but we got carried away and our intimacy had increased.
We began to screw on a regular basis.
This term she had asked me tutor her in Spanish too and to also include Beverley in our lessons.
Of course she was going to pay me with blowjobs too, but that was all.
Patsy didn’t want to share me with her best friend, so I was forbidden from fucking her.
In fact I wasn’t even allowed to mention any of the secret sex games that I had enjoyed with my sister.
However, my clandestine visit to Beverley’s home, at the weekend and her saucy text messages made it clear that she was hoping for more.
So now, not only I was getting blown by them both, I was also having intimate adventures with them each of them behind the other’s backs.
I was going to have to walk a tricky tightrope to keep them both sweet.
I was sure that Beverley was going to give us away at dining table. She seemed to blush and giggle every time she caught me looking at her face or chest.
I supposed she was thinking of the milky mess I’d made on them when she gave me a tit wank on her bed.
Luckily, my sister didn’t seem to notice and girls carried on as usual, doing whatever it is that girls do, whilst I got on with my studies in my room.
However the girls didn’t leave me alone for long.
There was a knock at the door and the mischievous pair stepped in sheepishly.
“Er, would you er,” they broke down in laughter, “would you settle a bet for us? Sir?” They always called me Sir when they were “paying” for their lessons.
“How can I help?” I asked in an aloof manner – I had important work to do and they were disturbing me.
“Well, we were er wondering,” there was another fit of giggles, “whose blowjobs you like the best?”
“They’re both excellent,” I replied without a moment’s hesitation. “I have no complaints about either of you.”
“Yeah, we thought you’d say that.”
“You’re always polite.”
They were talking in turn now, as though they were reciting rehearsed speech.
“It’s just that one of our magazines said that boys like it more the deeper…”
“the deeper a girl can take his cock into her mouth.”
“Yes so we thought we should have a competition to see who was best.”
“Oh,” I was intrigued, “and how will you do that.”
“Well you have to get nice and hard…”
“She means your dick!” Beverley made a completely unnecessary clarification.
“Yes,” Patsy continued with a sigh, “and we take turns, getting it as far into our mouths as we can.”
“But we’ll be wearing different coloured lipstick and it’ll leave mark to show how far we’ve got.”
“Then we can see who’s won the bet.”
“And what’s the prize for the winner? I asked.
Patsy replied with, “Oh we haven’t really decided yet, we’ll work something out.”
I didn’t believe a word of it. I was sure they had a scheme in mind, particularly when Beverley hastily added.
“And the loser will have to pay a forfeit too!”
Anyway the game was on. I adjusted my clothing and flopped my dick out.
I was already half hard, but the girls soon massaged it to its full tumesence.
Beverley went first.
Taking a deep breath then opening her mouth wide.
Concentrating and steeling herself as she devoured as much of my dick as she could possibly manage.
My balls churned in expectation of a blowjob, but none was forthcoming this time.
Bev just pursed her lips, clasped my cock and left a ring of pink lipstick, like a tide mark just over half way down the shaft.
Patsy was next.
She replaced her friend, on her knees before me, as though it was her rightful place and nobody else’s.
She took me into her mouth without any fuss or hesitation.
She bobbed her head forward confidently, continuing until she could feel my pubes against her nose.
Then closed her lips to leave her rosy red mark – a full inch further than her friend’s effort.
“Well, it looks like I win.” She declared a little smugly.
“Yeah, fair play,” Beverley sighed.
“I’ve been practicing with a carrot but I guess you’re just more experienced than me.”
(This starting to sound like a speech again).
“I suppose I’ll have to pay a forfeit now.”
(Yes, it was definitely a speech).
“Maybe you should ask Steve to give you a spanking.” My sister suggested.
“You mean an over the knee, bare bottomed, hand spanking, like he gave you?” Beverley couldn’t hide her excitement.
“Would you?
It’s only fair.”
Well “fair” or not, she obviously I wasn’t going to miss out on the opportunity this time.
I sat on the edge of my bed and invited her to take the customary position.
She struggled to hide her smile as she did as she was asked, presenting her posterior for its welcome punishment.
I raised her skirt and lowered her knickers, for the first time, admiring the plush, round curves of her fulsome bottom.
I stroked her tenderly, on the pretext of assessing the firmness of her flesh so that I could correctly determine how hard I should strike her.
My caress made her giggle, she told me it “tickled”.
She was ready and willing.
Patsy turned on some music so we wouldn’t be overheard by our parents, downstairs and I began.
The first two slaps were light and exploratory, but they still got an “ouch” from their recipient.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes Sir. I thought they’d be harder than that.”
“Well I’ve only just started,” I replied. “Should we say 12 spanks?
That’s what Patsy got.”
“Yes please Sir.” She wiggled her bum and ground for body against my cock, as she settled further into my lap.
I gave her four more.
A little harder, bringing a slight hue to her to rump.
I left my hand in place to assert my manly right to her body.
“Half way there.” I commented unnecessarily.
Four more spanks brought louder claps against her arse and a more shrill reaction from her lips.
I paused to feel her up once more.
“Two more to go Sir,” Beverley reminded me, “and they’re going to be the worst, aren’t they?”
There was no mistaking what she wanted.
I made sure that they were harder than the rest but they weren’t too harsh.
I didn’t want her to be too scared to let me spank her again some time.
I left her hot and stinging, but not so sore that she wouldn’t get over it soon.
I gave her a final stroke and squeeze.
“Thank you Sir.”
Bev remembered her manners and I allowed her to stand up.
“Maybe that will teach you not to make silly bets!” Patsy chided her friend.
“Maybe,” Beverley responded, “but aren’t you going to claim your prize?”
“No I’ll collect that after our next lesson. I can see Steve has plenty of work to do.”
“Okay.”
“But er, before I go,” my sister looked at my crotch, “I think I’d better deal with that hardon.
We don’t want you getting blue balls, do we dear brother.”
She dropped down and started a blowjob, without waiting for my reply.
Taking me deeper than ever (to show off to her friend). It didn’t take her long to get me off and when she did she drained my balls of every last drop, swallowing it all with expert skill.
It was hard to concentrate on my studies after that!
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It was couple of days before Patsy claimed her “prize”.
I’d given the girls their weekly language lesson and they had both paid me with their, customary blowjobs, when Beverley reminded us of our unfinished business.
“Weren’t you going to ask for your reward,” she asked, “You know for, eating all that cock.”
“Oh yes, erm.
Steve, do you know what “going down” means?” my sister enquired.
Of course I did.
I’d eaten her out lots of times, but that was one of the secrets that we didn’t want Beverley to know, so I tried to play dumb (well just a little bit).
“I think so. It’s when you put your head between a girl’s legs and lick her pussy, isn’t it?”
“That’s right and that’s what I want as my prize.
It’s only fair.
I’m always sucking your dick.”
She lay back on my bed, raising her knees and spreading her legs to reveal her bare, naked cunt.
How could I refuse?
She had everything on show.
Bev looked on in amazement as I buried my face in my little sister’s crotch and began to lap at her labia like my life depended on it.
Patsy began to sigh and squirm as I set to work and we both soon forgot that we had an audience.
I licked and probed and tongued her twat, letting my hands roam free to grapple at her breasts and explore her arse.
I have no idea how long I remained lodged between her thighs, pushing her towards the peak of her pleasure.
We were both lost in the moment, until I decided to concentrate on her clit.
Licking and flirting and teasing and finally sucking upon that tiny trigger to drive her to a name screaming, toe curling tumultuous climax.
“Bloody hell!!” Beverley squealed,
“Can you do that to me next week?”
She wanted the same treatment…
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