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Chapter 7 My Sister And I Visit An Old School Teacher free porn video
Now Rachael didn’t have a phone in her room, and I’d often told her she could call me anytime and reverse the charges. Now she began phoning me regularly, to find out mother had told me about her more personal relationships. I was happy to share the information with her, like me, she was surprised to find out who amongst her friends were lesbian.
When I mentioned Mrs. Simmons, who of course she also knew from our school days she sounded quite interested. Now she told me in hindsight she wasn’t too surprised, how she found the lady to be usually very cheerful. Like I said mostly all the students liked her, she was always so cheerful and positive in her activities.
I told her how mum kept telling me how she, (Mrs. Simmons) would ask how I was doing etc. Rachael said mum told her the same thing, the lady would often enquire into how she was doing, and to say “hello.”
Rosemary phoned a couple of times during the week, but as she was on shift work that was all we could do. Still, it pleased me she wanted to continue our relationship, but had to wait till the Saturday afternoon till we could be together again.
When she arrived she was as effervescent as ever, came in the door with a big kiss and hello. After I let her in I went and sat back down in my easy chair, with my feet up on a footstool. After hanging up her coat, she came over to me smiling, straddled my legs and gave me a big box of chocolates.
I admit I had missed her, and I took the box from her thanking her for thinking of me. She took my face in her hands, and leaning over me kissed me on my lips. She whispered, “I’ve missed you, last weekend was so special for me. I thought of you every day, how you let me love you, and to love me in return.”
What could I say to that, so I told her the truth? “I missed you too.” At that I hugged her and kissed her back, memories of our previous pleasures came back to mind.
At that her, or I should say our, kisses became more urgent. Now she was in my arms again, sitting on my outstretched legs. The adrenaline started inside me, I pulled her blouse out of her skirt to slip my hands under it. I loved the feel of her bare skin, I rubbed my hands over her back and sides.
She still had my head in her hands, kissing me hungrily as I caressed her back and sides. I tried slipping my fingers under the waistband of her skirt, but it was too tight. Somehow I found the button and zipper at the side and undid it. Now I could slip my hands lower down, under her knickers to feel the contour of her bum. Such a delightful feeling as my hands roamed over it, down along her garter straps to her stocking tops.
Sitting up for a moment Rosemary quickly undid her blouse, then threw it off followed by her bra. Now those beautiful globes of flesh were exposed, still holding my head she brought one to my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, and then gripped it between my teeth. She gave a gasp of pleasure, and I sucked as much of her tit as I could. She wiggled it into me, pulling away then pressing her tit hard against me. Next she gave me her other tit, and I repeated the procedure.
She placed her knees on my armchair on either side of my legs, to better lean over me to please me with her tits. Now her torso was clear, so I could slip my hand between our bodies. I felt her cunt through the crotch of her knickers, she was so wet. I pushed her knickers off her arse, so I could feel her bare pussy. As smooth and hair free as before, she was so wet my two middle fingers slid into her with ease.
I felt her wiggle her arse to hump my fingers, I slid in my forefinger and pressed her lips apart to tease her clit. This brought on the desire result, with a cry she held onto me as I felt her body shudder. I was about ready to cum myself, but felt pleased she wanted me to please her like that.
A few minutes later she looked at me smiling, I was so high and ready to cum. “Knickers off,” I whispered.
She needed no second urging, got off me and reached under my dress. I lifted my arse as she pulled them down, and removed them altogether. Now in one movement as I opened my legs, she dropped to her knees between them. I held my legs, pulling my knees apart and up to my chest. My honey pot was there for her to devour. Her hands slid under me to my waist, to hold me as her tongue buried itself in my pussy.
I closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure surging through my body, she licked and sucked my clit so hard. A few moments later, I bucked and cried out from the force of the climax. She didn’t stop then, she kept sucking and licking. It was like I felt her intensity, I straightened my legs up over my head. I looked up at my feet as my second orgasm rose from deep inside me. It was like a crescendo washing over me, I clamped her head between my thighs and held her there.
She waited patiently till it subsided enough, then I struggled to sit up. I had sunk down in my chair so I was almost on my back.
Standing up she picked up her clothes, placing them on a chair. She liked to be without clothes, which was fine with me. I still marvelled at the beauty of her body, her firm tits that I thought were perfect. Her narrow waist and flat tummy accentuated her hips and bum. Still in her garter and stockings, her high heels giving that seductive wiggle to her arse as she walked.
It was still the middle of the afternoon, and I had no plans to go out till the evening. Rosemary went and made us a pot of tea, and we spent some time just talking. I asked her if she had been with many women, she was obviously uncomfortable with my question. She looked away and muttered, “No,” then suddenly said, “Does it matter?”
“No, not at all,” I assured her, after all I was just making small talk. Still I had noticed her underwear was just plain white cotton, and wondered about the pretty ensemble she had worn the last weekend. I wanted to say something about it but decided to hold my tongue.
That evening we went to the club, a lot of friends who saw us together stopped to say hello. Rosemary seemed to be a bit self conscious about that, but I just put that down to her being shy. I liked that in her and did what I could to include her in conversations I had with others.
As the evening wore on, and after a few drinks she settled down. Dancing with her I felt a surge of emotion, the way she cuddled into me made me feel powerful. I was bolder than the week before, now in the crowded dance floor I felt free to explore her body. She liked it as she returned my caresses in kind. Dancing cheek to cheek I took her hand, and pressed it between our bodies and thrust her hand into my crotch. Now she rubbed my pussy through my skirt and knickers, I loved it as she seemed not to be shy about pleasing me.
Even though she had given me much pleasure in the afternoon, I was now ready for more. Once the dance set finished I whispered to her, bathroom, and took her hand and led her to the ladies room. Others had the need to have a pee between dances, so I mouthed to her, “Wait,” and went into a stall and relieved myself.
I took my time and listened carefully, then when I heard it go quiet, cleaned myself and pulled up my knickers. The pee had been a relief I enjoyed, and leaving the stall was relieved to see no one else was in the room. Rosemary was waiting by the wash basin, and I went up to her and gave her a big long crushing kiss.
I pulled up on her skirt, and gave her cunt a hard rub through her knickers. It was too risky to do anymore, anyone could come in at any time. For some reason I was as randy as hell, and found it hard to control myself. Breaking off I whispered to her, “Knickers off.”
At this she immediately lifted up her skirt and removed them, I took them from her and sniffed the crotch. I loved the smell of her juice on them, subconsciously this pleased me. Now holding them in front of her face said, “These are garbage,” and threw them in the disposal can. Now talking her hand we left and instead of going back to our table, headed for the cloakroom.
On the tube going home, she held onto me tight. She was as quiet as a dormouse, yet the way she gripped my hand I knew she was excited too.
At my flat we removed our coats and she was surprisingly quiet. Quickly I undid her blouse, and threw it off followed by her bra. I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then pushed her rather roughly onto my sofa and climbed on top of her. Now she was mine completely, I gripped her hair with one hand, and clamped my mouth to hers. She was already wincing through my kisses, my free hand found her pussy and how I loved the feel of it.
Why I treated her so rough I don’t know, it just seemed the right thing to do. Not only did she not complain, she responded to me in a more aggressive manner herself. Quickly I shed my own skirt and knickers, and pressed my cunt to hers. She lifted her legs up over my hips, as I pounded her pussy with mine. With a cry my orgasm burst over me, and I collapsed on top of her.
She just lay there with me on top, until finally felt relaxed enough to get off her. I sat beside her catching my breath, and she turned to me and placed her hand on my cheek.
“Thank you,” she said.
I didn’t say or do anything, she leaned into me and kissed me tenderly on my mouth.
At last we got up and headed into my bedroom, there she took it on herself to unbutton my blouse and remove it, followed by my bra. I sat on the bed and she knelt at my feet and removed my stockings. Then undid her own, and removed them along with her garter belt.
I crawled backwards further up the bed, then pointed to her cunt and patted my chin. Smiling she straddled my face, and placed her head between my legs. Now with my nails running over her upper thighs and buttocks, I pressed her cunt into my face. How I loved the taste of it, she was open like the petals of a flower. My own juices were flowing freely too, so we enjoyed licking and sucking one another.
The next day I realised not only did I enjoy being rough with her, but she loved it too. We stayed naked in the morning, and I mentioned the roughness to her.
Smiling she acknowledged she loved it too. “You know last week when I asked you to slap my breasts, that was a most erotic feeling for me.”
I didn’t know how to reply to that, I realised I was dealing with a masochist. “You liked that?” I said stupidly. I had enjoyed it too, I found it a turn on as well.
“You can’t hurt me,” she went on, “I just want to be your friend and lover. You can do what you want with me, just let me please you any way I can.”
How can you answer that, I was confused as I’d never met anyone like that before. That afternoon I insisted on going with her to where she lived, in a poorer part of the city. Her room was cheap, and in a rather derelict building. She showed me her wardrobe, she didn’t have much. The dress and underwear she had worn that first weekend was her prized possession, and she had worn it to please me.
I realised as a factory worker she didn’t earn that much and it took all she could manage just to survive. My heart went out to her, and I invited her to supper at a local fish and chip shop. With her shift work, I wouldn’t be seeing her till the following weekend. It gave me food for thought about our possible long term relationship.
I wrote Rachael and told her about it. She replied thinking it was funny. She did criticize me for being too much of a softie, but then went on to say I was always like that. She was still quizzing me about mother’s lesbian friends, adding what she had suspected knowing some of them over the years. It was an interesting dialogue, as it opened up doors into the taboo world we both enjoyed.
Hardly a week went by without some comment about Ms. Simmons, as she was the one lady we both felt we knew quite well. Of course being a school teacher who was popular, it was hard to accept in a way what mother told us. Of course in each of mother’s letters too, she usually had some comment to make about Sandra, as she started referring to her.
Rachel’s company was shutting down for the duration between Christmas and New Year's, so I elected to take some time off work so we could be together for the duration of the holiday. It had been sometime since Rachael and I had a few days together, not since she had started University. It had been what, about three years?
Christmas and hence New Year's day fell on a Sunday that year, and of course Christmas Eve was a public holiday. After my work on the Friday I took the train home, so arrived later that night. Rachael arrived the next afternoon, so we would be together for Christmas.
Mother’s friend and lover Sue was there too, after supper so we spent the evening enjoying a few drinks. I was certain Sue was aware I was also gay, but nothing was ever said about it. We retired early as the next day was going to be busy, mother had invited other family members for Christmas dinner.
At last I was alone with Rachael, it had been so long since we’d spent the night together. Our room was bathed in moonlight coming through the window, it gave a nice intimate glow to our room. We both stripped naked as we usually did, and crawled into bed and clutched each other anxious to make love. I loved the feel of her body, our legs intertwined and pressing our tits together.
Our hands caressed each other and began kissing, my thigh against her pussy and hers pressing into mine. Suddenly she stopped and said, “Ssh listen."
I listened and heard the faint sounds she was referring to, there was only one other couple in the house. Quietly we got out of bed, and pressed our ears against the wall separating our rooms. We could hear them, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. There was muted laughter, and a lot of whispering. After a few minutes we heard the sounds of them making love, sounds that slowly got louder as their passion mounted.
It turned me on to listen to them, knowing how passionate mum could be. In a way I was surprised they were active so early after we’d gone to bed, as usually they would stay up later than us. Rachael pulled me back into bed with her, obviously hearing our mother had affected her too. She got me on my back and climbed on top, pressing her pussy against mine.
Rachael had always been the more aggressive lover, and I’d reap the benefit of her lust. Of course I learned to give as good as I received, we were very comfortable together. Soon moans and noises of our passion were escaping our lips. And except for smothering one another with our French kisses, we didn’t really try to suppress them. I think knowing mother and Sue were making love too, may have affected our subconscious.
The next day was just a typical Christmas day, preparing the meal greeting relatives we hadn’t seen for a while. The following day was Boxing Day, and the first time we got to talk to mother by herself.
She said with a smile, “You two were up quite late last night.”
I knew what she was hinting at and Rachael replied, “You started it, mum, making such a racket with Susan.”
Mother was lost for words, even turning a little red in the face. I could have died and thought, “Rachael why don’t you shut up, embarrassing mum like that.”
After a few moments mother broke into a smile, “Well, I never knew our sounds travelled like that.”
“Does Susan know about us?” Rachael asked.
“Oh yes,” mum went on, "She’s known for some time now.”
I was surprised at this, and wondered why she had never mentioned it before. Once I got a few minutes with mother alone I asked her, "Does Sue or Rachael know about our being intimate on our holiday?”
“No Sue’s quite straight laced about that sort of thing, so I’ve never said anything. As for Rachael I don’t think so, but she might suspect.”
We changed the subject and went on to talk about other things. Mother mentioned Ms. Simmons, who she said would like us to visit her while we’re home.
I wasn’t keen on the idea, although she had been our school teacher she was that much older than us, and I didn’t think we would have much in common.
“What does she know about us,” I asked mother, “Did you tell her we’re also gay?” I was suspicious of mother, after all if they had had an intimate relationship. Not only that, but according to mother she had also been involved in group activities. It would have been too easy to let that slip out.
“Oh no,” mum said, “She didn’t need to know that.”
I felt relieved at that, but still had my doubts, and now Rachael spoke up. “Wouldn’t hurt to visit the old lady, after all she was such a nice teacher and thinks a lot of mum.”
Mother had arranged for us to go to her house for supper on the Tuesday after Boxing Day. I had assumed mother was also going with us, but I found out she had just arranged for me and Rachael to go. As I said Rachael didn’t mind, so I finally agreed to go as well.
Now Rachael was always more mischievous than me, so I was often suspicious and wondered what she was up to. But as she had also had Ms. Simmons as a teacher, I honestly thought she was honest in just wanting to visit the old lady.
We talked more about her, and mother said again, “You know she might just surprise you both.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I interrupted. That’s when I realised it was just to be Rachael and me, that mother was not going with us.
“She can be quite the lady when she wants to be, besides she doesn’t have many visitors these days and she might just surprise you.”
In a way that heightened my suspicions, and I began to feel mother was setting us up. Anyway Rachael and I talked about it, and we finally agreed to go, at least to please mother.
When the Tuesday arrived we picked up a large bottle of sherry, as well as a box of chocolates so as not to go empty handed. After all it was the Christmas period.
Mother drove us to her house, a very picturesque bungalow, not too far from town.
Ms. Simmons made us very welcome, and she looked just like we remembered her. She was wearing a navy blue dress with buttons down the front, and a silver broach at her left breast. It seemed rather obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her legs were encased in a pair of woolen stockings, and wearing heavy leather shoes that was common in those days. However, in spite of her size, she looked quite attractive for her age.
Once we were inside she took our coats and hung them in her closet, then ushered us into her living room. Her house was tastefully decorated for the festive season, with a small Christmas tree in one corner and garlands around the window and walls. With a large fire burning in the fireplace, it gave off a very cheerful glow.
Knowing she was queer, made me look at her differently. She had a soft butch look with short silvery hair, and with a fringe combed over her forehead. Rachael and I sat on her settee, and she approached us with her hands clasped together.
Smiling she said, “Now what would ladies like to drink?”
“Whatever you like Ms. Simmons, and I must say you look wonderful,” Rachael quickly replied.
“Why thank you dear, nice of you to say so, and you two look prettier than ever. My, you’re no longer the school girls I used to know, you’ve grown into beautiful young women. Perhaps some sherry before dinner,” she suggested, and then disappeared into her kitchen.
I whispered to my sister, “Cool it Rachael, enough of the flattery.”
“Oh, nothing wrong with a few compliments,” she said with a smile.
I couldn’t help but think there was something up her sleeve, and wish I hadn’t said anything about her being queer. If mother hadn’t told me so much about her private life, I would most likely have felt a lot different too.
Ms. Simmons made small talk about our school days, occasionally disappearing into her kitchen to check on dinner. After an hour or so she announced that dinner was ready, and invited us to the table so she could serve the food. The table was nicely set with her fine dishware, and a bouquet of flowers in the middle. She had candles burning as well, and when we sat down she switched off the main light. With the candles and the fire giving off a nice rosy glow, it created a lovely atmosphere.
During the meal, she talked about what she remembered of our school days. How she said others were envious of how well we, (my sister and I) got along, seldom quarreling and our willingness to help others.
During the meal she was generous in keeping our wine glasses topped up. We took our sweet time dining, as she regaled us with stories of others. We, she said, had often been seen walking together holding hands. At that Rachael and I made eye contact, and I detected a hint of a smile on her face.
When she went to bring out the dessert, this gave Rachael an opportunity to whisper, “Looks like we weren’t as discreet enough as we thought we were.”
Once she had returned and served the dessert, and we resumed dining. Rachael asked her, “Now who could have said anything like that?”
“Oh it was just something I heard,” Sandra went on with a smile. She lowered her voice as if others were around, “I even heard you were skinny dipping in the river on occasion.”
That startled me as I knew it was true, then whoever it was could most likely have seen us making intimate gestures to each other.
I did wonder who it could possibly be, living in the country like we did then and we didn’t have that many neighbours, it could have been one of a couple of girls we knew. I know that on occasion some remarks were made to us by others, but then we had just shrugged it off.
Once we finished our dinner, we just sat and chatted. The sherry was making Ms. Simmons quite mellow, in fact we all were. Now she excused herself to go to the bathroom, quickly I said to my sister, “Who could that have been?”
“Does it matter?” Rachael said, “It’s been a few years ago now."
When Sandra returned she started to clear the table, and quickly Rachael volunteered us both to help. With the three of us it only took a few minutes, we didn’t wash the dishes, just piled them up near the sink. Now she straightened the table cloth, and replaced the candles as the others were burning low.
Rachael and I went and sat on her settee, while Sandra added more fuel to the fire.
Rachael I knew was in a mischievous mood, and she whispered to me. “Let her sit between us, you can take one side of her, and me the other.”
Sandra went and poured us some more wine, and then came over to join us on her settee. Rachael moved over saying, “Here sit between us.”
After handing us our glasses she said, “Thank you,” with a big smile and sat down. I was on her left and Rachael on her right as a result. I liked that as I was left handed, and always felt more comfortable being on one’s left side.
“You seemed to be very interested in us, what made you want to listen to gossip about us?” Rachael asked.
“Well you were such good students, not many siblings got on as well together as you too did.” Sandra said.
“What about you and Mary, your friend from Norwich, and Elizabeth your card partner?” Rachael asked.
I was shocked at how brazen she was, as the two ladies she mentioned were lesbians. To bring it up like that was rather shocking I thought. I knew Rachael was very outspoken on occasion, but to say something like that in her own home I felt was a bit much. I just hoped she wouldn’t reveal the source of her information.
Poor Ms. Simmons just sat there staring into her drink, she was obviously speechless from what she heard. She looked like she would cry, she did not have an answer and couldn’t think of anything to say. I was expecting her to tell us to leave, but she just sat there staring into her drink.
Rachael broke the silence, putting an arm around her and whispering. “That’s OK, we all need special friends on occasion.”
“How... how did you know?” Ms. Simmons whispered back, without looking up.
“Not important,” Rachael answered, still with her arm around her, “Your secret’s safe with us.”
With her arm around her, Rachael was rubbing her upper arm and shoulder. I felt her body relax and she took a sip of her wine. I put down my drink and placed my hand on her left forearm, and she moved her hand to hold mine. With my other hand I stroked her hair, at this she looked at me and I saw the tears in her eyes.
“I’ve always loved you two,” she whispered, “You were always my favorites.”
“You were our favorite teacher, and we loved you too.” Looking into her eyes I saw the tension release, and they seemed to sparkle.
Now Rachael placed a hand on her chin, and turned her head to face her. She placed a kiss on her cheek, “What Sheila’s said is true, and we’ve always loved you too. “
Now she placed her drink down, and placing her arms around both of us gave us a hug. We could feel her relief, at our admittance. Now with her sandwiched between us, Rachael and I leaned over and gave her kisses on her cheeks.
I followed Rachael’s lead when she started to rub Sandra’s neck and shoulders. There was no resistance, as Sandra was obviously starting to enjoy the attentions. My sister and I made eye contact, and it was like she was secretly letting me know what to do.
Her fingers traced her upper body, from her neck and down over her bosom. She had a generous rack, but with no bra they were lying flat under her dress. We each cupped one through her dress, and Rachael started undoing theTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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