My Formative Sexual Years Ch. 02

You let me go then and you both stood up as your cocks lost their hardness, something I noticed happened quicker with you older than it did the young boys I had masturbated

"Get up Sammi, I think you had better clean up," you said gently.

My legs seemed a little wobbly as I slowly extricated myself from the blouse and blazer around my arms and pulled the remnants of my thong from between my legs where it had been sticking to me due to my wetness. I stood up, my skirt bunched around my waist. You both watched me, not offering to help as I undid that and slid it off trying hard not to get any of your or Clive's sperm on it.

"You look like a real slut, a hooker, a tart," you said leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. "And that makes you look lovely. Look in the mirror," you said taking me by the shoulders and marching me into the hallway to stand before a full-length mirror,

And, of course, standing in my mum and dad's house dressed in just my regulation school, knee-length, white socks I was a sight. My nipples were still hard and the centre bits seemed to have grown much longer from Clive's pulling; there were a number of quite fierce, red marks on each of my breasts. "Bollocks, I thought, I will have to avoid PE at school, I can't go in the showers with those on me." And of course there were all the smears and smudges of the sperm, all over my body.

I didn't know how I felt. It was all a little too much for my eighteen year old, sexually immature mind to take in. Then both of you came into sight, you were both naked, you were both soft. You both put your arms around me and you said.

"Sammi, go and have a shower and get ready."

"Get ready for what?" I asked looking into your eyes.

"Get ready to be fucked by both of us," you said, landing a hard smack right on my bum.