Okay, many of my readers are asking why Howie isn't getting it on more often with his sister Stephie and her girlfriend Candy. I know, I know, it's the heart of the story, but remember it's a long story; and the events currently being written about take place in relatively short order.
For example, Howie gets it on with his mother—the girls fight over him and he's sent home for a day. His Aunt Elaine arrives, and of course he gets it on with her and his Mom. He does call his sister and tell her what's happening, and please bear in mind that he can't up and leave for the city just because he wants too. He is a high school student after all. Moreover, he doesn't want anyone finding out about his relationship with Stephie.
All of which brings us to another hurdle for Howie to surpass - And then I promise we'll find a way to bring Howie and Stephie together again. I just ask for a little more patience on your part. Thank you - PW
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Chapter 14
The next day I all but dragged myself to school, thankful that Reggie and Becky were still suspended and I wouldn't have to contend with their sexual needs. I was also wondering how to tell my sister about my time with my mother and Aunt Elaine, or if I should, and then remembered that I had already mentioned the possibility of getting it on with Elaine and that Stephie already knew about mother and me.
A phone call was in order. It just wasn't needed right away. Then again, Stephie would probably call me if I waited, and decided to do just that.
I was too tired to think it through anyway. Aunt Elaine and my mother had nearly drained me of sexual desire, or so I thought as I entered my homeroom and sat wearily at my assigned desk.
But as fate would have it, my mind began replaying some of the previous nights more erotic events, for example--and I'm keeping this short--my aunt had a favorite thing she taught me that, according to her, intensified her orgasm, and how could I refuse that? .
It involved holding her down--my mother stood guard lest I fuck things up--and squeezing Elaine's throat, especially her windpipe, as we fucked. There was no question of it being anything but dangerous, but she steadfastly maintained it left her with incredible orgasms. In fact, she performed the feat on my mother while I stood by later on. In return, my aunt sucked my toes while my mother fellated my cock and that was something special too.
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At school that morning, after my home room teacher, Mrs. Bloom took attendance, she read off that days special announcements and the bell rang for first period class.
As fate would have it, my class was in the same room with Mrs. Bloom in which she taught History of the U.S. Government. That left the two of us alone for a minute or so and she approached me as my memory of the previous nights debaucheries began to fade, leaving me with a monumental erection.
"Could you come up here and give me a hand, Howard?"
There was no avoiding it, I got up and walked to the front of the class where Mrs. Bloom was waiting. Now Mrs. Bloom was a very attractive 30 something blonde. She was especially attractive that day as I was noticing for the first time having emerged from my erotic reveries when she had called my name. She wore a white blouse and a black skirt that went down to her knees. The blouse had been buttoned all the way up to her neck during homeroom class, but now several more had been opened and a lacy white bra was now visible.
"So, I see you're determined to live up to your new reputation, eh, Howard?"
I didn't catch her meaning until she slowly pointed to my erection. "It is impressive. Does it ever go down?"
"Um, yeah, it does, Mrs. Bloom." Since she was looking at my hardon, I took a chance and peeked into her blouse. All I could see was the top of her left breast, but it was a formidable top, promising much more impressive parts further down that lacy bra.
"I was thinking, Howard, if you might be interested in a special study course I give to promising students after school."
"I'd like to hear more about that, Mrs. Bloom," I said still glancing, but not furtively down her blouse since she hadn't bothered to straighten up.
"Do you like them, Howard?"
"I do ... very much, Mrs. Bloom."
"The other students will be pouring in any second, so why don't you meet me at my house after school?"
"I can do that, Mrs. Bloom," I said now looking her directly in the eye. We were no longer just teacher-student, but man and woman, and that was thoroughly understood by the two of us.
"Of course, you'll need to demonstrate that you're committed to seeing this out."
"I can be very committed, Mrs. Bloom, really, I can."
"So I understand. Well then, 3940 West Bend Avenue. It's a pink house. You can't Mrs. it."
"Three-thirty a good time?" I asked.
"Perfect. We should be finished around five, unless you can stay longer."
"Why don't we play that by ear, Mrs. Bloom?" I said as two girls entered the classroom and took their seats. I turned away from Mrs. Bloom and took my seat as well. On turning back to face the front of the class I saw that the buttons had miraculously been buttoned again. Nothing left to peek at ... for the time being.
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The rest of the school day flew by, well almost.
Sydnie-Ann cornered me during my lunch wanting to know if we could get it on later that afternoon. She looked good and smelled even better. I allowed my hand to wander up her leg and under her skirt, stopping at mid-thigh. Then I just caressed her warm flesh and enjoyed feeling her tremble with pleasure at my touch.
"I'd like nothing more, Sydnie-Ann, but I'm on a strict curfew at home. My mother has everything timed. It takes, according to her, twelve minutes to go from school to my house. Actually it takes sixteen minutes, but she's set time limits on me. So as much as I want to ... I mean, look at me ..." I gestured toward my groin and the ever present bulge there.
"Can ... Can you finger me? I'll cum quick. I know I will!"
I shrugged and sent my hand to her crotch. She was soaked. Curling my fingers I eased them under the elastic band of her panties and within seconds found her opening.
"Oh Christ!" she moaned as they slipped inside. Once I did, I wished I had more time to savor the moment, but we were both already in a compromising position. No need to make the moment last forever.
Looking back up at Sydnie-Ann, I caught her staring down at where my fingers had disappeared under her skirt. She made absolutely no attempt to stop me and there was no look of fear or shock on her face. She did stop breathing as she waited for my finger to plunge further into her.
Then she let loose a breath and immediately took another one in while closing her eyes when my fingers began to pump in and out. I felt her pussy swallow my fingers within her surprisingly tight and very wet vagina.
"Fuck..." she whispered under her breath. A hand fell to my wrist, but she applied no pressure as if to push me away. Instead, she let her hand rest there as if to hold onto me more than anything. In our quiet classroom, the wet and squishy sounds of her cunt grew as I withdrew my index finger and pushed back in.
"Oh, shit." She closed her eyes for only a second before again opening them wide to keep an eye on the door. "I shouldn't..."
Well I knew damn well I shouldn't, with all the risks involved, but I did, and that made everything hotter.
I studied Sydnie-Ann's face to give me a clue and when my thumb rolled over a familiar little bud, her body convulsed and I knew I had found her clit.
