Date: Fri, 08 Apr 2005 10:33:59 +0000 From: Tammy Lismore Subject: My Little Sister - Chapter 8 An eighth chapter - at last. Firstly, apologies to those of you who were not so wildly enthusiastic about Chapter 7 - it did tend to split readers into two opposing camps; those who were turned off by any male activity, and those who loved it as a natural progression to what had gone before. Whichever camp you fell into, I don't think the sisters' father will be involved again for a while - I didn't find it easy to write! I've had great difficulty in finding the time to continue the story, but I've had so many requests to do so that I've eventually written a further chapter. Apologies for the delay. I kept trying to start but not getting anywhere. Then, when I did eventually get going, the story took on a mind of it's own and almost wrote itself. But it wasn't in the direction that I'd planned to go at all! Many people had requested the return of Vikki, who of course we always expected to feature again at some stage, and I had intended that she would reappear this time - but it was not to be. Maybe in the next chapter - whenever that might be! Many people have also requested more involvement of their marvellous mother - again, not this time I'm afraid, but maybe next. I hope you all enjoy it anyway and, as always, I welcome all comments, suggestions, and yes, even criticisms. Please send to: Tammikinz@hotmail.com Happy reading! Tammy Lismore. April 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8 - Back to normal? Maybe not quite! That weekend had been a watershed in the lives of both Abi and myself. The week before, we had both been relatively naïve sisters, unaware of the other's sexuality, and largely unaware of our own. We'd been aware our parents still enjoyed an active sex life but had no idea just how enthusiastic our mother was, or quite how broadminded! But now our new-found pleasures were rarely far from our minds. Throughout the following week, I would frequently find my mind wandering during lessons to the experiences of the weekend, and particularly to the intimacy that Abi and I had achieved. It gave me a lovely warm feeling whenever I re-played the events over in my mind. Over the next few days, things returned to normal - almost. Mum and Dad didn't mention the episode on the Sunday night, but nor did they seem particularly embarrassed by it. Mum had given us a knowing smile at breakfast on the Monday morning and we knew she was happy that we'd been there. But Abi and I couldn't get enough of each other! Every night she would either slip into my bed, or I would slip into hers. We often returned to our own later as neither of us were very good at sleeping all night with the two of us in a single bed. But we loved it immensely. We seemed permanently besotted, both with each other, and with sex. And it seemed just as good every night! And not only at night either. I seemed to now have an endless appetite for sex so that when my mind strayed in that direction at school, as it seemed to do all too frequently, I would often find myself gently teasing my easily aroused body without having realised quite what I was doing. It happened most during the boring lessons when we were just sitting there listening to the teacher droning on and were expected to be taking notes. Then my mind would soon slip back to remember one of my sessions with Abi or the fun on the beach at the weekend and, seemingly in no time at all, I would feel that familiar tingling in my boobs as they tightened up, the nips stiffening inside my tight school bra. And the more I became aware of it, the more I found I couldn't ignore it. And so, before I knew it, I would be surreptitiously giving my poor squashed nips a friendly rub or a little squeeze whenever I got a chance. Usually, something would happen that would take my mind of it before things went too far - the teacher looking for some sort of class involvement, or one of the other girls doing something which distracted me - but not every time! The history lesson on the Tuesday afternoon was the first time it happened. Miss Durham was not the most inspiring of teachers, and I was soon in a fine state of arousal as she droned on. It didn't help that she was actually quite attractive, in a weird sort of way. I hadn't really noticed before but she was younger than most teachers - probably in her late twenties - with a fairly full figure. She sometimes took us for gym as well, so I knew that she was in quite good shape. As I gave my left nip yet another quick squeeze, I thought how good her boobs looked, firm and outthrust under a quite tight T-shirt. I could just make out the line of her bra through the material and strained to see if I could see the bump of her nipples, but couldn't really see anything. Her moves back and forth in front of the board meant that she kept turning, showing me first the front of them and then the side view. And as she reached up to write on the board, they would move up and down with her arm, subtly changing shape as they did. I envied her those gorgeous mounds. My right nip tingled fiercely and I reached to give it another rub and a squeeze. Gorgeous! That felt so good. I glanced down and could see them both now, firmly pressing out against my bra, struggling to break free. Poor things. How I longed to let them out! Everyone else seemed to be diligently taking notes - or at least pretending to. I really had to rub my left one now - I just couldn't stand it any more. I slid my right hand up over my school shirt, pausing as it moved over the swell of my boob, feeling the hardness of my nip beneath, pressing, rubbing, then quickly squeezing before moving on. Mmmm, gorgeous. I felt flushed now and really wanted more. My eyes were fixed on Miss Durham and I found myself trying to imagine what she would look like if she stripped her T-shirt off. And then, how it would be if she undid her bra. I imagined those juicy mounds springing free as she removed it. I imagined her nipples swelling up like mine had done, big and juicy, bouncing up and down as she moved. And as my mind got carried away on this fantasy, my body responded even further, and I felt my pussy starting to tingle fiercely as well and knew that I just had to look after it. I sat up more closely to my desk so that no one could see and let my right hand slip down to my thigh, then cautiously back up under my school skirt. I found myself holding my breath scared that everyone would hear me. Then my fingers reached my knickers - my white school regulation knickers - and I could feel the hot dampness immediately. I pressed against my pussy. Oh how lovely that felt! Just the steady pressure was marvellous. My glazed eyes followed Miss Durham as she moved, my cheeks warm and flushed. And with my left hand, I gave my boobs yet another little rub to keep them happy. And just at that very moment, Miss Durham's eyes swept across the classroom. As they reached me, I was convinced that they paused. They seemed to stop, to glance down at my boobs and the quick movement of my hand away from them, to move back up to my face, and then to very briefly look straight into my eyes, before moving swiftly on. I knew that she would have been able to see my nips outlined against my shirt and felt excited and scared at the same time. But my pussy tingled more fiercely and I knew that the excitement was winning. I eased the gusset of my knickers to one side and slipped my fingers into my pussy. Oh what joy! I was really hot and wet in there now and the feel of my fingers sliding in was absolute heaven. My whole body was feeling overheated and I so longed to throw of all those silly clothes. I imagined sitting there naked, Miss Durham watching as I masturbated. My face burned as the fire raged inside me. I kept my eyes on her, scared that she would look at me again. And it wasn't long before she did! Again she scanned the class, and again her eyes seemed to pause at me. I was obviously imagining it but it still both scared and excited me. I even imagined this time the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips as her eyes quickly moved on. I pressed my fingers eagerly up inside my pussy, squeezing my thighs hard together to increase the exquisite pressure. And as I began to wonder how I could control my growing arousal, I continued to dream of Miss Durham's gorgeous boobs being exposed. I couldn't help myself trying to imagine what her nips were like, lying dormant inside that sexy bra - well, it seemed sexy to me anyway. And as I studied them, I was convinced I could just make out the shape of her nips now. The excitement was obviously fuelling my fantasies, almost bringing them to life. My body was aching for release now, my nips agonisingly tight, my pussy tingly wildly, and I was having great trouble keeping still. My left hand was making more frequent trips to satisfy my boobs with less and less concern for who might see. And then, again Miss Durham scanned the class - this time seemingly focussing almost immediately on me, pausing what seemed an unreasonably long time, before moving on with that enigmatic smile and what seemed like a real twinkle in her eyes. Her proud boobs jutted forth as she turned towards the board again, and now I was convinced I could see the clear outline of her nipples beneath. It was too much for me and as I pressed my fingers hard up inside me, a glorious orgasm washed over me and I struggled to control my shaking body, desperately grabbing a tissue and holding it to my mouth in a valiant effort to suppress the groan of pleasure that followed. And of course, as I did, she looked at me again. There was no scanning the classroom this time. As she turned back from the board, her eyes moved straight to me and I felt naked under her gaze, convinced that she knew exactly what was happening. Even though she managed to keep talking to the class, her eyes paused long enough to make contact with mine and I suspect, to take in exactly what was going on. I felt mortified, yet she didn't look cross, or upset. Indeed, that little smile played on her lips again. And she didn't say anything to me. The lesson moved inexorably onwards as I gradually returned to earth after my brief trip to heaven! Eventually, my sweating body cooled down, my nips relaxed again and I even started listening to a bit of the lesson. I kept an eye on Miss Durham's boobs for a while though, just to check that her nips really had become more visible and I was convinced of it. Although they'd been quite clearly outlined by the time I'd come, by the end of the lesson they were quite invisible again. The implications were obvious - and amazing! It seemed to me that not only had she noticed what I was doing, not only did she not mind, but she was positively turned on by it! I didn't have any idea what to do with this knowledge but it did excite me. At the end of the lesson, I shyly kept my eyes away from her as we filed out of the classroom - but as I walked past her, she quietly said: "Could I have a quick word with you please Liz?" I looked up at her, trembling, but she smiled at me and I immediately felt less nervous. "Yes, Miss Durham" I answered. She stood beside me at the front of the classroom until everyone else had filed out and then she turned to me, her eyes bright and lively and said "Well Liz, I'm not sure that you were fully concentrating on what I was saying for all of that lesson! Am I mistaken?" This was weird. She should have been cross with me. She should have been adopting her "severe" tone. But she wasn't at all. She seemed to be unable to suppress a grin as she said it. And I'm sure her eyes scanned down my body and back up again as she spoke as well. I didn't really know how to react. I thought of my recent orgasm and of watching her apparent interest and a shiver of excitement ran through me again - but I was still nervous of her. I suddenly realised she was waiting for an answer. "Err, well, I think I may have missed just a little bit" I replied, hesitantly. She chuckled. "Well, it looked to me like rather more than 'a little bit'! It looked to me like you missed quite a lot! And it looked to me like you were enjoying yourself far too much for a history lesson as well!!". She chuckled again, "It's OK, Liz" she went on looking at my worried face, "I'm not going to punish you. You rather livened up the lesson for me too. It's not every day I see someone doing that in one of my lessons. I'm quite surprised that you didn't disturb the rest of the class!" "I'm sorry, Miss" I said, "I didn't mean to do much at all really but I sort of got carried away". "Yes, I rather thought you did" she chuckled, "and you seemed to be looking at me an awful lot too. I hope you weren't fantasising about me at all!" She was still smiling, almost as though she was really enjoying this little exchange, but I went bright red when she said that. It was like she had seen right through me. I felt myself blushing but couldn't do anything about it, and I couldn't really answer either. I felt all tongue-tied. Her eyes seemed to soften as she looked at me and she suddenly, tenderly, reached out and gently pushed back a strand of hair from my eyes. It was a touching gesture. "You're a pretty little thing you know, but it wouldn't do for you to get behind with your lessons. I think maybe I'd better give you a little extra tuition to make up for your lapse in attention. Do you think that would be a good idea?" I suddenly felt a surge of affection for her. And I felt sure that she was interested in more than just tuition - well, more than just history tuition anyway! I let my gaze drop from her face briefly and found my eyes alighting on her lovely bust. There, just a few feet from my eyes were those gorgeous boobs which I had fantasised about so recently and there was the outline of her nips clearly showing again! Embarrassed, I quickly looked back up at her. Suddenly, a little private tuition seemed like quite an exciting idea! "Yes, Miss, thank you. I think it would". And as I watched, she almost absentmindedly reached up and brushed an imaginary bit of fluff off her T-shirt, dusting right across her right boob. "OK then" she continued, "Come to my office after school finishes tomorrow afternoon and we'll see what we can do. Is that OK with you?" "Yes, Miss, that would be fine" I answered, almost too enthusiastically now. I couldn't get the planned meeting out of my mind for the rest of the day. Or that evening, or the next day for that matter. I couldn't resist telling Abi about it as we lay snuggled up together in bed that night. She found it very arousing and insisted on me recounting every little detail. By the time I'd finished, we were both very turned on and had soon brought each other to lovely climaxes. By the time classes finished the next afternoon, I was feeling very excited and nervous again. I made my way to Miss Durham's office, down a long corridor, some distance from the main classrooms, with other teachers' offices all around. I tentatively knocked on her door. There was a clear call of "Come in" so I opened it and stepped inside. It was small and cosy, with a carpet, desk, small settee, pictures, a few other odd bits of furniture, and bright windows looking out over the playing fields. She was sitting behind her desk as I entered but got up to greet me. Her face broke into a broad smile as she saw me and she said, "Ah Liz. So glad you could come. Hold on a minute, let me lock this door - we don't want to be disturbed do we!" I mumbled something in agreement, still a bit embarrassed about the whole thing. "Now, come and sit beside me over here and we can talk" and she gestured to the small settee near the desk. She led the way and patted the seat beside her, encouraging me to sit down. She was wearing similar clothes to yesterday - a fitted T-shirt and fairly modest length skirt - and I noticed her legs for the first time as she sat down and the skirt rode up slightly. She wasn't wearing any tights - which I was sure she normally did - so exposing fairly well tanned muscular thighs. Neither was I of course, but that was because we never did during the summer term. I sat down nervously and looked at her. "Well, we're here to catch up on what you missed in your history lesson yesterday, aren't we. Perhaps it would help if we started with you explaining exactly what happened". My mouth dropped open slightly as I realised what she had said. "What, you mean explain actually what I did?" I asked, surprised. "Well yes, that's what I meant. Does it embarrass you? I guess it probably does. Still, it would help me understand where we should start from, and I'd be very interested to hear if you don't mind telling me. So let me help you get going. When did your mind first start to wander?" I explained roughly what part of the lesson it was when I started to get bored and my mind drifted off to my previous session with Abi. "And what was it that you started thinking about?" she continued, smiling encouragingly. "Mmm, err, I'm not sure I can say" I stammered. She smiled understandingly. "OK, I understand. Maybe later. Well, how did it affect you then?" And so, she gradually got me to explain the gradual build up of my excitement and how I'd moved from the occasional rub of my boobs to eventually properly bringing myself off with my fingers in my pussy. I could see that she found it exciting to listen to my account from her expressions and comments. And then she went on, "And how did I come into your fantasies then?" I started to blush again and she tried to relax me, "It's OK. I'm not annoyed, I'm flattered. Please tell me about it - I'd love to know" And so I explained about how I'd fantasised about her boobs, about her stripping off everything and what they would look like, about how I imagined her nipples would look, etc. She grinned cheekily at me and I realised that those very same boobs were now only inches from me. I felt flushed again and couldn't help glancing at them. This time, there was no doubt - I could clearly see the hard bumps of her nipples pressing out through her bra and T-shirt. "Well, what do you think now that you can see them close-up?" she asked softly, that little smile playing on her lips still. Suddenly there seemed to be a sexually charged atmosphere in the room. My mouth felt dry and I could hardly speak, but my body was responding. I sensed my own boobs tightening with tension and although I was really nervous, I knew I wanted more. I seemed to croak when I tried to reply, but just managed to whisper, "I think they're beautiful!" as I looked at them again. "Would you like to feel them?" she said, "they're beginning to ache for attention - just like yours were in the lesson yesterday." I longed to touch them, but hesitated. I moved my hand slightly and stopped. This was my teacher. This was Miss Durham. She was inviting me to feel her boobs. It felt unreal. "I d-don't know, Miss Durham" I stammered. "Please" she said, "Don't call me Miss Durham here. My name's Rosemary; Rosie for short - why don't you call me that. It's much more friendly don't you think. Now go ahead - I know you want to". "OK..... R-Rosie" I said, forcing myself to use her first name, "You're right, I w-would like to - it just feels so weird". "Here, let me help then" and she reached forward and gently took my hand in hers, lifted it up, and placed it on her left boob. "There, how does that feel?" My face burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't resist moving my hand around, feeling the lovely firm rounded shape. As I ran my fingers over the bump of her nipple, I could feel the outline clearly. I traced the shape beneath my fingers, marvelling at the firm springiness of it. A small sigh escaped Rosie's lips and I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were closed and a look of pleasure had spread across her features. I felt bolder and lifted my other hand to her right boob, now feeling the shape of them both a little more confidently. I deliberately ran my fingers back and forth across the hard compressed bump of her nipples a few times and she let out little murmurs of approval. "Mmm, you've a lovely touch Abi. I'm not surprised you got yourself so excited in my class!" and she chuckled to herself. "But what about the rest of your fantasy? Would you like to see how accurate your imagination was?!" I was beginning to feel very turned on and this time barely hesitated, "Oh, yes please! May I really? I'd love to". She chuckled, "Mmm, I thought maybe you would. Here, let's get this off shall we" and she reached down, gripped the bottom of her T-shirt, and lifted it straight up, peeling it over her head. Beneath was just a well structured white lacy bra with the mounds of her boobs sitting succulently in each of the cups, the bare skin of her shoulders and stomach a healthy looking light tan. Without thinking, I licked my lips as she reached behind to unhook the bra. I couldn't believe what was happening but I knew I was enjoying it now and a surge of excitement run through me as I anticipated seeing her bra come off. And then she'd peeled it off and her gorgeous boobs sprang forward in all their glory. They were almost as tanned as the rest of her and jutted forward gorgeously, almost begging to be stroked. They were as big as my Mum's, but sagged very little. Rosie gave them a quick rub, particularly teasing out her nipples which had been squashed in by the bra. "There we are my lovelies - you don't like being all squashed up in there much do you!" I couldn't help giggling slightly at her talking to them - but I looked eagerly at them at the same time. They were gorgeous - even better than my fantasy. I longed to feel them again but I was still quite nervous of the situation. I glanced across at the window, half wondering if someone might look in - but of course we were on the first floor so there wasn't really any risk! She smiled again at me, "Well, what do you think? Are they like you imagined?" "They're lovely" I said, "Even better than I imagined!" "Well, go on then. I'm longing to feel those delicate fingers of yours on them again - and I'm sure you'd like to feel them wouldn't you?" "Yes please" I stammered again, finding it almost unbelievable that I was being allowed, even encouraged, to make my dream come true. I reached forward with my right hand and softly ran my fingers over the curve of her left boob. It was warm, smooth and soft. I warmed to the task and ran my fingers round it, then cupping it in my hand and feeling the weight of it. It was so different to mine, or even my Mum's - and of course, totally unlike Abi's little bumps Then I moved on to the nipple, beautifully firm and outthrust now. Rosie let out a deep sigh of pleasure as I stroked it, rolling it between my thumb and fingers, rubbing my palm back and forth over it. "Oh, you little angel, Liz" she murmured, "Please do the other one too" I didn't hesitate to reach up with my other hand and give the right one the same treatment. I was I heaven. I was feeling the bare breasts of my sexy history teacher and I could tell I was really turning her on. I felt excitement surging through me and felt my own little boobs tightening and starting to tingle. Rosie reached up and stroked my hair affectionately. I found myself gradually leaning further towards her and as I did, she gradually leaned back herself until she was half reclining against the end of the settee. Her hand was behind my head, gently encouraging me to follow her. I didn't resist and I suddenly found myself tipping forward on to her, my head coming to rest on her lovely bosom. Instinctively, with barely a pause, I nuzzled up to her breast and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking eagerly on it. Rosie moaned more positively, caressing the back of my head. "Oh, yes, Liz - that is so beautiful" I could hear her breathing a bit more heavily now, right next to my ear. I nibbled the gorgeous nipple and let my free hand caress the other breast, in absolute heaven myself. I felt her hand slide from my head down my back, softly stroking it. I longed to take some clothes off like her, but I didn't want to break away - I was so enjoying it. Her hand slipped under the bottom of my shirt, sliding up and gently caressing the bare skin of my lower back. I shivered with excitement, now aware that my pussy was beginning to tingle as well. I could see out of the corner of my eye that her skirt had ridden right up. Her long muscular tanned thighs were almost totally exposed. I really had gone to heaven! "Let's stretch out and make ourselves more comfortable" she whispered, and eased her legs up on to the settee so that she was stretched out on it. I shuffled around slightly and found myself lying on top of her, one thigh between hers and one of hers between mine. She tousled my hair with her free hand saying, "You gorgeous sweet little thing. I knew I wanted you the moment I saw what you were doing in my class. Such enthusiasm for sex. And such a cheek!" And as I nibbled her nipple with renewed enthusiasm, she went on "Oh yes, perfect! Just perfect" and the hand on my back slid down and over my rucked up skirt to rest on my bare thigh. I shivered as her fingers moved over the sensitive skin, soon sliding up the back of my thigh and over my backside, gently caressing it over my knickers. I found myself pressing down on her thigh, my pussy now definitely warming up. Soon I felt her fingers slide under the waistband of my knickers and they were on my bare skin, moving all over my backside, exploring everywhere. "Oh what a cute little arse you've got, my pretty little thing" she murmured. "Here, move up a little. I want to kiss your sweet lips". I lifted my head from her succulent boobs and shuffled up slightly so that my lips could reach hers. Her face was hot and flushed now, just like mine felt, a light sheen of sweat on it. Her eyes were bright and shining, her whole face oozing enjoyment. Her full lips parted slightly, looking moist and inviting, her white teeth just gleaming through. I suddenly wanted to kiss her too. I smiled happily and lowered my head so that our lips met. It was amazingly erotic. She kept one hand on my backside but she brought the other round to caress the back of my head and hold me down to her. Our tongues quickly meshed with each other, hers hot and eager, exploring my mouth. I responded enthusiastically, passion surging through my body now. Our bodies writhed against each other, her thigh agitating my pussy and I could feel her arching hers up against my thigh in return. My still covered boobs were pressed against her bare ones now, hot and eager for attention. "You've got too many clothes on sweet thing" she breathed, breaking away briefly from our kiss after a while, "I want to feel you against me. Let me help slip them off you" and I her hands were quickly moving to undo my shirt and slip it off me, moving on without pause to unclip my bra. I helped her slip it over my arms, welcoming the release of my poor constricted nips. "Let's roll over sweetie, I want to have a look at you" she went on, and rolled out from under me and round so that we'd reversed places with her on top and me below. I looked up in awe at her magnificent boobs as she arched up above me looking down. I felt briefly shy under her gaze but she soon put me at ease. "Oh yes!" she sighed, "they are so beautiful. What utterly cute little boobs and look at those nipples. Wow, they certainly look awake! No wonder I could see them so clearly in class yesterday! But it's not just your boobs, I love all of you. Come on - let's get this skirt and knickers off. I can't wait to see the rest of you." I happily helped as she moved back to undo my skirt and slip it down. I could sense my knickers were getting damp now and she moved quickly on to them and peeled them off. "Oh Liz, yes! You are absolutely delectable!" she almost groaned, looking up and down me hungrily. "Isn't that just the sweetest little pussy, and look at that little fuzz of hair - so soft, so delicate. I just have to have a quick taste". And so saying, she leaned down and softly kissed my pussy, firstly just above it on my little bit of hair, then down on to the sensitive lips. A shudder ran through me. Then she was very gently licking between my lips, like a cat lapping at milk. I moaned with pleasure and arched up instinctively towards her. Rosie chuckled into my pussy, sending delicious tremors through it, then raised her head slightly and said, "Mmm, I thought you might like that. But somehow I get the impression maybe I'm not the first person to have done that to you. You must tell me more sometime, you little vixen you! But now I need to return the favour and have a suck on those sweet little titties of yours. Those nips look too good to miss. Lets just get this skirt of mine out of the way first". I watched, still trembling from her attentions, as she quickly undid her skirt and slipped it off. She was wearing brief tight black knickers underneath, clinging to her ample hips. "And of course these" she went on, moving to the knickers, and soon she was peeling them down her solid thighs. I gasped slightly as a triangle of luxuriant dark brown hair came into view. It was thick and bushy, but quite silky looking, and beneath it, the hair looked as though it had been trimmed back because I could clearly see a pair of very succulent red lips, glistening with moisture. "There, that's better" she went on. "Now we can enjoy each other without anything getting in the way". And with that, she leaned down again, gave my pussy another quick lick, and then, very gradually, started running her tongue up my body - over my fuzz of hair to my navel, probing that with her tongue and making me squirm with pleasure, then on over my tummy and up my chest to my little boobs. I wrapped my arms round her, loving the feel of that firm solid body above me, and running my hands over her smooth back. She kissed and licked all over my left boob, just avoiding the nipple, then moved to my right one and did the same. My nips were bursting, aching for her touch and still she avoided them. I moaned and squirmed about, trying to get her lips on one or the other, running my hands up and down her back at the same time. She chuckled and toyed a bit more with them. "Oh yes my little sweetie, they are so exquisite. And doubly so because they just love a bit of attention don't they. I can imagine how they were in that class, bursting to get out, lapping up every little touch that you managed to give them. Mmm... but I can't resist those yummy nipples any longer. Come on my beauties" and at last her lips alighted on my left nip. I groaned with pleasure as she sucked and ran her tongue back and forth over it before gently grazing her teeth up and down. I cried out as fire coursed through me, my whole boob feeling like it had swelled up, the nipple loving every second of it. Just as the pleasure was almost too much to bear, she moved her mouth across to the other and brought her hand up to keep teasing the one that she'd been working on. I arched beneath her, my body now alive with arousal, my pussy aching for attention too. And as I arched instinctively upwards, my pussy met the solid firm warmth of her hip. It felt great and I pushed eagerly against it, my hands reaching down her back and holding her to me as best I could. And then she was pushing back down against me and I felt the heat of her pussy meeting my knee. I could sense the soft furry mat of her pubic hair against my skin and then the hot dampness of her pussy lips as they bore down on it, pressing eagerly. I bent my leg slightly, pushing my knee up into her. Her pussy pressed urgently back down, her strength and weight flattening my leg beneath it, pushing it into the softness of the settee. As she continued to lavish attention on my boobs, her breathing was becoming ragged and at last she tore her lips away and moved back up to kiss me so that now her whole body pressed down against mine, crushing me beneath her. I could feel the bulk of her boobs flattening against mine, the nipples hard and eager. And her thigh moved up between mine so that now my pussy was pressing into the warm solid muscle of it and her own pussy was now pressing firmly higher up my thigh. She ground herself into me, her passion rising as mine was. Our lips fused again, our tongues briefly doing battle - but our breathing was now too fierce to kiss. We broke apart, gasping, both of us now thrusting at each other, grinding our breasts against each other, thrusting our pussies at each other, firing each other more and more. I felt overwhelmed. She was so vigorous, so wild now - and her strength and weight were so much greater than mine. Her body thrust down at me, threatening to crush the air from my lungs, the flimsy settee creaking and rocking under the onslaught. My hands were on her backside, amazed at the feel of it - the muscles under the large rounded cheeks rippling as she pressed against me. I dug my nails into them, trying to have some impact on the awesome power of her. She grunted approval, panting "Oh God, go it girl. Oh you gorgeous little thing! Oh my God, yessss!" I could sense her climax approaching as she thrust more and more wildly against me and her passion carried me away totally. My body was on fire, every contact of her solid thigh against my pussy driving me towards the edge, every movement of her swollen breasts against my eager nipples sending ripples through me. I found myself gasping for air, little moans and cries of excitement bursting from my mouth. And then I knew she was coming. Her superb body shook uncontrollably as she shuddered with ecstasy and desperately tried to suppress her cries of pleasure. The whole experience was out of this world for me and I felt my own climax burst over me. It was so different to anything I'd done with Abi. The awesome power of Rosie carried me along with it. With Abi, I was the older one, and therefore tended to take the lead. Her sweet body was tiny compared with Rosie's and so undeveloped. But they were both gorgeous! As Rosie shook and shuddered, grinding herself against me, anxious to extract the last ounce of pleasure from the moment, I went into spasms beneath her, fire surging through me as I also tried in vain to suppress my groans. It was a while before we both stopped shaking. I felt incredibly hot and sweaty with Rosie still on top of me, but utterly relaxed. I'd so come to love this feeling over the last few days and it felt as great as ever. I knew I had a smile etched into my features as I looked up at her. She gazed back down at me, a broad smile on her face too. "Well my little minx, how did you like your 'special tuition'?!" she chuckled, kissing me softly on the forehead and tenderly brushing the hair from my eyes. "It was great, Miss D.., sorry, Rosie" I replied, "but I'm not sure if I've quite learnt everything yet!" She rolled to the side of me, taking the weight off my poor crushed body, and laughed happily, "Well, to be honest, you seem to me to have a pretty good understanding already - but I guess a bit more 'tuition' might be useful all the same! We'll have to very careful though you know - this has to be our little secret". "I know" I said, "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of telling anyone - well no-one except my sister anyway - and she'd never mention it to anyone else". A look of concern flashed across her face, "Well, I think it might be best not to mention it to her even". And so, lying there side by side, naked, I found myself explaining about myself and Abi. Rosie listened open-mouthed, but didn't seem at all shocked. In fact, she seemed simply to find it all quite exciting, prompting for more and more salacious details. Of course, eventually she agreed that I could tell Abi, but begged me to impress on her not to mention it to another soul. Eventually, we parted - with Rosie promising to arrange another 'tuition session' as soon as she could. I made my way home, no more knowledgeable about history, but a little bit more experienced in other things, and eager to tell Abi everything that had happened. And, of course, with a lovely warm satisfied feeling inside.......