ROLE PLAYING A SCHOOL GIRL by CecilBCK

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My man showed me a magazine article concerning role playing. “Why don’t we try it? I would love to dress up as an eighteen-year old school girl in a short flared shirt.
Sexually naive, though sexually curious, eager to have a new sexual experience after very limited ‘vanilla’ sexual experiences. Though even at eighteen-years old I have a strong exhibitionist streak. I love flaunting my legs and body for boys and grown men, ” I told him. What would you like to role play as?,” I asked him.“Perhaps just be my normal self, a forty-plus man lusting over a school girl. Or a teacher lusting over one of my students.”

In due course my forty-year old tutor John, invited me to his condo after class for some extra tutoring an a Friday. I must admit to feeling some attraction to him, perhaps a schoolgirl crush? I made a point of showering and freshening up for him. I even trimmed my pubes, the almost bald look with just a tuft above, just as some of the girls in class talk about. I was wearing my short flared shirt, flat shoes, a white blouse and the mandatory school tie, when he greeted me effusively at the door. I was surprised when he introduced me to his wife Anna, a stunning brunette around the same age as him dressed in a tight fitting black, above the knee dress.

“You are a very attractive, well-built girl, John has told me lots about you,” she told me as she held my hand while we drank some coffee. I felt very comfortable in their company as I crossed and recrossed my legs for them, my short skirt more than halfway up my thighs. After around ten minutes, Anna told me, “You have a wonderful pair of legs, your thighs in that short skirt would look even better in stockings and a garter belt and perhaps some heels. Do you have a garter belt, or heels?

“I didn’t think you would, a girl your age. Would you like to try mine on for John and me?” Before I could answer yes, without waiting for my answer, she had my skirt around my ankles and my white blouse and mandatory school tie on the floor.

“Your nipples are like bullets,” John told me as he kicked and sucked one and Anna the other. So good, something an eighteen-year schoolgirl fantasises about.

I had never worn a garter belt in my life and looking at the straps hanging over my well formed thighs was a turn on and a totally new look for me as John ogled my thighs while I posed in front of a wall length mirror.

Anna showed me how to roll the stockings on as I sat on a chair, before she asked me to stand and clipped the stockings to the garter belt. “Your hips and thighs were made for a garter belt and stockings. The bare flesh of your wonderful thighs over the top of the stockings looks wonderful, even better with you standing in my heels with your legs spread,” she told me as she manipulated my body and told me stand with my hands on my hips.

“You do realise though, stockings and a garter belt, have far more impact without knickers don’t you? Would you like us to take your schoolgirl knickers off for you?,” Anna asked as she kissed me with the tip of her tongue. “Easier and quicker to remove them with a pair of scissors than undo the garter belt,” John told me as deftly cut through both sides of them and Anna pulled them away.

For the first time in my life I was posing almost naked for a man and a woman, twice my age, and enjoying the sexual power I had over them.

“I told you your legs and thighs were made for a garter belt and stockings. Even more bare flesh under the garter belt looks wonderful, with you standing in my heels with your legs apart,” Anna whispered as I retuned her tongue kisses.

“I thought you had a good ass, it is magnificent, I have been ogling it for weeks, has anyone ever licked and kissed it, worshipped it?,” John asked as he licked and kissed each cheek in turn. I didn’t answer, I was embarrassed to admit no one had ever licked and kissed my ass. Instead, I whispered, “That is so good,” as Anna kissed me with the tip of her tongue as she watched me clench my ass cheeks for her man.

“Have you ever had cunnilingus, a tongue fuck, from a woman before? And a man at the same time?,” Anna asked as she teased my cunt lips with the tip of her tongue. I didn’t answer, I was embarrassed to admit no one had ever licked my vagina, though it was something the girls at school often talked about. And something I wanted to experience, part of my sexual indication.

They were so good and so exciting as they alternated tongue fucking me and licking and sucking my nipples. It was Anna who slowly bought me to orgasm, her experienced tongue was magic as she edged me, the sensation of her finger sliding between my cunt lips had me hovering on the brink. My whole body was trembling as she kept on edging me, before I had the most incredible orgasm.

“Would you like to visit us again tomorrow afternoon at two? We have unfinished business,” Anna asked as I watched her pack a large bag of her clothing. “There are some very sexy lingerie items and shoes for you to wear for us, a wonderful coincidence we are the same size. And don’t dare tell any of the other girls about today,” she told me as I returned her tongue kisses while John watched on.

I spent most of the Saturday morning sorting through the large bag of clothing Anna had given me. She phoned me at eleven. “When you try the clothes on I gave you, best to stand naked in front of a wall length mirror and start with your choice of heels. Then *********** something special that will turn John and I on and make you feel special. Think about your naked body and what will highlight your best features. Remember less is more. Without telling you what we would like you to wear for us, there are two items that will send John and I into raptures, you will probably need to wear a coat over them on the way here though.

Just as I hoped I was the centre of attention for two forty-year olds, a male and female and full of confidence after our session the day before. “You look wonderful and fuckable, very fuckable,” John told me as they tongue kissed me in turn, as I fully understood what unfinished business meant.

“I was hoping you would wear that for us,” Anna told me as she helped me off with my coat. “You chose well, that very short, black silk negligee with slits up the sides to your hips is so you in those heels. Your magnificent thighs look wonderful.

“I was hoping you would wear that for us,” John told me as I posed hands on hips, naked apart from my heels and a three-inches wide, soft leather belt belt around my waist.

“Don’t dare tell any of the other girls about today, Anna and I could both go to jail for this,” John told me as he slid his erect cock into me. “Though, sharing you is so exciting for both of us.”

An extra buzz for me, being the central player in an illegal sex session. And my grades improved out of sight.

Later when my man asked if I really did dress up and role play an eighteen-year old girl, I asked him to wait for twenty-minutes before I answered.

“Role-playing means pretending to be someone else, and this is why it is also known as pretend-play,” I explained twenty-minutes as I strutted into the room dressed in Anna’s heels, short black silk negligee with slits up the sides to my hips

“Your magnificent thighs look wonderful,” he told me with a tremor in his voice as he slowly removed the negligee.

“I was hoping you would say that,” I whispered as I posed hands on hips, naked apart from my heels and a three-inches wide, soft leather belt around my waist. Pretend I am a naive, eighteen-year schoolgirl who has never been fucked by a man with a thick, nine-inch erection,” I told him as I ogled it.