”They didn’t even bother asking me, just talked about me like I didn’t matter. I let out a soft moan as they pushed me to the ground, my knees s...inking into untamed grass and dirt.“Roshambo for who goes first?”I didn’t see the results, not that it mattered. A moment later Mustache was on his knees behind me and tugging my panties down around my thighs before grabbing my hips and shoving his cock into my well-lubed cunt.“Get it nice and wet, baby, or your ass is going to burn.”“Fuck,” I gasped.. Mr. Simmons was myhistory professor. All my girl friends were jealous.Most of the girls in his class had a crush on him and dreamed ofromantic interludes with him, myself included."Anna, you bitch! Why do you get all the lucky breaks?" a friend ofmine said.It was a lucky break. At 35, Mr. Simmons looked absolutely gorgeous.I often wondered why he was a history teacher instead of a model orsomething. He was six feet tall and had nicely tanned skin. He kepthimself in good shape through all. ‘Where?’‘Right here’.Emily left the room. And I waited.Thirty minutes passed and I was sure she was calling my bluff. She probably knew I would never do that to her. I wouldn’t ruin her life over this. Hell, it was all my fault for hiding in the shower in the first place. And then she came back into my room.‘No touching,’ she said.I nodded agreement.Emily put the vibrator on my bed. She looked at me, directly in my eyes, and took her top off. This time she wasn’t wearing the bra.I looked at her. There was a nod of my sister`s head as my mother bent to her task, her tongue gathering speed as it trailed the full length of the younger woman`s sex. This went on for long seconds, then my mother raised her head and said in a voice full of tension, “Do whatever you need to do to me mistress, I am ready” My sister, obviously near to a climax raised the cane and with a sadistic smile struck the length of mothers back, the cane flexing as it caught the right buttock with a ‘thwack’ that I.