Nobody on my little island was exactly rich, and nobody was exactly poor either. But Mr. Robins’ place was about as swanky as it got, a nice big house he had all to himself, with extra bedrooms galore, and a big, beautiful living room that could fit an immense party, with a bar off to one side.
It was excellent, I could’ve partied hard there every day of my life, I thought.
Which was exactly what him and Mr. Thatcher had in mind for me, I think, when they offered my my third drink.
The both of them looked so good, their usual stuffy, business clothes replaced with something more casual. No ties, shirt collars undone, nice sleek blazers, with black for Mr. Robins and a sleek silvery-grey for Mr. Thatcher.
It really highlighted how handsome the two older men were, so tall and fit, cutting a striking figure. It was Mr. Thatcher who worked the bar for me, standing there with a smile, even though it was Mr. Robins’ place. The principal was sitting off to the side, watching me.
“I knew the prettiest girl in school would eventually come around to seeing things more clearly,” my teacher said with an approving smile at me, sipping his own mixed drink. “You’ve got a lot to offer the community.”
“And we’ve got a lot to offer you,” Mr. Robins added in firmly.
I tried to roll my eyes, but it just made me a bit dizzy and I laughed instead. It was just the three of us, some music playing in the background. It was nice, kind of a hard beat, enough that it made my voluptuous hips sway, but not distracting.
“Well, I don’t know if I’m sold yet,” I teased, but already I felt heat pulsing between my thighs.
I’d worn my tightest dress, a skyblue thing that ended just before the cleft of my ass, showing off the part where my thighs met my bum. I’ll be honest, I didn’t have a lot of respect for the rules, but I knew how important losing my virginity was.
That didn’t stop me from blowing a few guys behind school, though, which is pretty much the ultimate taboo. Don’t spill seed outside a fertile womb, the boys are all taught. But I couldn’t help but be a tease, and those young stud muffins weren’t up to the task of fathering any babies with me.
Though it shocked me that my principal and my teacher were interested in being my firsts, I had to admit that. Though with the way I pranced around in my short skirts, and low cut blouses... I was constantly being disciplined by one or the other.
My lips quirked into a smile at the thought.
But now was the time. I’d had my coming of age ceremony a few weeks ago, on my birthday, but I made them wait. I wanted them to be primed by the time they finally came in me.
I took another long sip of my drink, my shoes already abandoned as my fingers drew along the bartop, my eyes up on Mr. Thatcher.
“Oh you don’t do you?” my teacher said to me, a wry smile on his face in return, glasses perched upon his nose that were more stylish than what most islanders wore. He leaned onto the bar across from me, the two of us practically staring into each other’s eyes. “What’s gonna sell a hot lil’ vixen like you on us, huh?”
“Maybe I know,” my principal said, sipping his own cognac. “Maybe she’d like to move in here with me,” he offered, his hair sleek and slicked back, black with some silvery highlights. “Got a spare room with her name on it. Free to come and go as she likes. To use for whatever she wants. Needs taken care of.”
Oh, that did sweeten the deal, but I refused to look back at Mr. Robins, to give him that satisfaction of seeing my grin widen, my blue eyes flashing with interest.
“I have a place,” I protested, though it was pretty much a quarter of the size of his place, and not nearly so nice. Plus, I did really want to move out from my parent’s house. My lips quirked a bit before I sucked in my bottom lip seductively, looking at my teacher.
“Maybe…” he said, Mr. Thatcher spellbound by my seductive little look, or maybe it was the display of my thick mounds of cleavage beneath. Either way, he hesitated, soaking me in. “A nice car of your own?” he put forward, brow raised in silent query as he took another drink.
That one was a bit flooring. A car of my own? A nice one at that! They both drove some of the sweetest vehicles on the whole island!
Hah! And I’d thought I was spoiled asking for more. My ass was practically wriggling with excitement, and I knew there wasn’t a way to hide my happiness from either of them. My skirt began curling up over my round ass, and I could feel a bit of air brush against my pussy.
Though despite trying really hard to seem calm and in control, I couldn’t help that, deep down, I
was nervous. About what it’d feel like, a real man entering my cunt. I’d sucked some off, so I knew they were big, much bigger than my fingers, but I hadn’t seen either my principal’s, or my teacher’s, so it was hard to guess.
But they were both tall guys, so...
I licked my lips, tasting the sweetness of my drink against them and letting out a moan of satisfaction.
I’d been so wrapped up in it all, I didn’t notice that Mr. Robins had got up from his chair and had smoothly walked in behind me. That big, strong hand of his resting upon my ass cheek so casually, such a cavalier attitude about how he laid his hand upon his student’s ass. But then it was all legal and right, now.
“Come on,” he said to me, stroking over my cheek, encouraging that short little dress to roll up just a bit more as he downed the last of his drink then laid the glass down empty. “We’ll make the loveliest child on the whole island,” he said, moving in behind me, his newly free hand sliding along my inner thighs, encouraging me to part them wider.
I wanted to resist. To make them work harder for my innocence, but it was hard for me to pretend I wasn’t turned on. My skin was already flushed and almost dewy, and I let my blond hair spill down over my naked shoulders.
I looked over my shoulder at Mr. Robins, licking my lips.