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Summerisle

Chapter Twenty-nine

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Plot, Inc M/S, Fsolo

Tara Sweetman gazed around her new classroom as she and all the other school-aged girls from the village entered it. The room was large and airy with wide picture windows on one side through which a copse of trees could be seen. The walls of the room were painted the same shade of coral pink as the push-up bra, tiny tight panties Tara knew she, and all the other girls were wearing as part of their school uniform.

Tara slowly became aware that while she was observing her surroundings, somebody was observing her.

A Black man stood ramrod straight in front of a huge ornately carved and highly polished mahogany desk.  His crisply tailored gray flannel suit was stretched across his chest to accommodate his arms that he clasped behind his back. His shaven head framed the stern expression on his face as he stared at the Sweetman girl.

For a moment Tara locked eyes with the man and she smiled nervously at him. The smile was not reciprocated. Tara felt her cheeks flush and a shiver passed through her. It was very like the shiver she had felt while looking at the pool in the basement of Satyr’s house.

“Good morning young ladies” The man’s voice was low and soft, but it exuded an air of authority.

Every girl, aside from Tabitha and Tara, responded, “Good Morning Mr. Stone.”

A brittle smile briefly passed across the teacher’s face. “Please take you seats!”

All conversation ceased immediately and 30 girls found seats. Tabitha took her place at a desk next to her new friends. Iolanthe ushered Tara to a desk next to her own, very near the mahogany desk.

Tara could not resist looking around. She noticed the older girls were arrayed all in the front of the room while the younger girls were sitting the back

Mr. Stone spoke again. “As today is the first day of term, and we have two new students, I have a special task for all of you.” He left his spot in front of the desk and began to walk crisply between the desks. Tara followed him with her eyes. “I have placed five sheets of paper on your desks, you will devote today to writing an essay entitled, What I did during the Summer. I am sure our new students will have much to write about. I expect all of you to complete this task to my satisfaction. You know I expect all of my students to excel.” When the teacher reached the back of the classroom, he noticed Tara watching him. He locked eyes with the older Sweetman girl. “Miss Sweetman, watching me will not help you write the essay! I suggest you commence”

Tara again blushed and turned to stare at the very tightly lined legal sized sheets. Tara performed a quick mental calculation about how much she would have to write to fill all five sheets. She swallowed hard when she realized that even writing all day would not guarantee she filled them. Tara sighed and wrote, What I did during the Summer.

Then she looked out of the window, hoping inspiration would come.

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Back at the Sweetman’s home Caroline was gazing out of the window, lost in her thoughts. She had sat down to drink some coffee after tidying away the breakfast things. She tried to plan the tasks she intended to accomplish throughout the day, but her mind repeatedly drifted off into a dreamy world.

Caroline absently began to unbutton her blouse. Soon it hung open and Caroline slipped it off and let it drop to the floor. She took a sip of coffee and reached around to unclip her bra. Caroline snapped out of her reverie as her tits were freed. “What am I doing?” she demanded. She stood up to put her clothing back on, but she began to unfasten her pants. Before she realized it, her pants were around her ankles. Then she had pulled her panties down and she stood completely naked in the kitchen.

Without a pause, she wandered out of the kitchen. As she passed the front door, she stopped to unbolt it. She then made her way up the stairs, not stopping until she reached her attic bedroom. Caroline opened her underwear drawer and drew out the thick leather choker Lord Summerisle had presented to her. She fastened it around her neck, turned and left the room.

Caroling reached the bottom of the small staircase that led to the hall from her room and walked directly to Toby’s bedroom. As she placed her hand on the doorknob, Caroline again left her fugue state. “How’d I get here?” she wondered but she proceeded to open the door.  Caroline slinked to Toby’s bed and stretched out on top of the covers.

Caroline closed her eyes and remembered how her son had looked when he was working out. As she thought about his toned body and the size of his cock, her hand began a gradual journey down her body. Caroline’s nipples stiffened as she pinched and rolled them. She drew her hand across her belly and returned to her favorite fantasy concerning her son.

Submitting to her son’s demands, she crouched on all fours on the bed in front of Toby. The anticipation was terrible. Over her shoulder Caroline could see Toby approach, his cock rigid.

Caroline’s cunt felt terribly empty as her thoughts returned to the scene she had witnessed in Tara’s room the night before. She envisioned that she saw herself, not her daughter, thrown onto her back by Toby. In Caroline’s fantasy, her son did not enter her immediately. Instead, Toby began to tickle Caroline’s cunt, stimulating her clit beyond any sensation she had ever felt with his father Sam.

Caroline gasped as she fantasized. She had not yet touched her shaven pussy but she could almost feel Toby’s fingers there. She knew her cunt was flooded with lube and she began to open and close her thighs, grinding them against her son’s phantom finger. As Caroline squeezed her thighs together she could feel them enclose his wrist.

Caroline’s mind screamed, “This isn’t a fantasy! This is real!” Shocked, her eyes flew open.

There at the foot of the bed sat Lord Summerisle wearing a tweed suit and a sardonic smile. As he continued to casually stroke Caroline’s excited cunt, he said, “Good Morning Mrs. Sweetman. I hope you don’t mind, but the door was open. I let myself in.”

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