All in the family
Bablee and Adrian were talking about school, and Jimmy told them about his job. He told them to stay in school as long as possible, because work sucked.
Bablee giggled over this, as she was twenty-six and shouldn't have been sent back to high school. A woman in the corporation had mistaken her for her husband's niece, and thought she was eighteen. Jet lag and suddenly entering a strange new country, had her bewildered, not understanding what was happening.
When registered in a boarding school, she thought it was some kind of strange hotel. It wasn't until she was being fitted for a schoolgirl uniform, it became obvious what was happening, and it seemed too late to point out their mistake. As a small Pakistani woman, she found it difficult to tell the big confident Americans they were wrong. Especially an important school teacher.
Although registered as being eighteen, she wore a uniform for a fourteen-year-old. The matron had taken a look at her, and thought that was her age. Bablee accepted the youngsters uniform, not knowing its significance.
Bablee was quickly caught up in the school system. While keeping up with the busy schedule, she didn't have time to find a way to explain who she was. In the little schoolgirl uniform she looked cute, like a fourteen-year-old, so who would believe she was a mature married woman.
From the first day in class she meekly obeyed the rules, trying hard to be a good girl, and fit into the strange environment of a boarding school.
Being treated like a child wasn't so bad. She didn't have to think for herself, as there were rules and a class schedule. Everything in her life was organised, such as where to be, when, and what do, even how to do it. With other girls she ate, went to class, slept, did her homework, and had her moral behaviour monitored. Her life was being organised and decided for her. Where the school rules didn't cover something, the other girls pushed her into conforming to their rules.
It didn't take long for her to become a well behaved, and obedient schoolgirl. Teachers favourably commented on her work and her attitude. After awhile, she didn't think of playing at being a schoolgirl, she had simply become a little girl again.
When she met Adrian, she developed a schoolgirl crush, and was delighted when he invited her home for the summer break.
On returning to the boarding school, she would have to admit to her real age, and that she was a married woman. It just wasn't right escaping life like that. She had to get back to her husband and the real world.
***
Lazing around by the pool in a brief bikini, sipping a cocktail, Bablee felt like a movie star. Two sexually demanding eighteen-year-old boys, were serving her drinks and complimenting her looks. While they stroked her ego, she forgot all about being a married woman. Both brothers were stoking her passion, keeping her hot, which meant forgetting everything of her past decent life, in this decedent house.
While teaching her to swim in the pool, Jimmy had touched every part of her body, arousing her until she became so very needy. He told her they were good boys and shared their toys. She had laughed at the idea of being their toy, not realising that was what they thought of her, and what she would become. While helplessly fired up, Jimmy had taken her.
It was then Bablee let go of the last of her morals, giving up the struggle, and became both brothers sex toy. Making the best of it, she relaxed to enjoy the American dream.
'This is nice, very nice,' Bablee murmured.
'Do you want some more? Adrian's cooked plenty of chicken,' Jimmy said.
'No thank you. That was plenty,' she smiled at him.
'Time for my reward then,' he grinned.
Bablee was twenty-six, and a married woman from Pakistan. Cavorting with just one of the boys was very wrong. It would mean serious trouble in the city where she had lived, Karachi. Not so long ago, it would mean death by stoning in the village she grew up in. It was wrong to be laying around, practically naked, letting two boys use her like a sex doll. She'd given up fighting them off, and was just laying back enjoying it.
'I think it's your brother's turn,' she commented, and winced at the sound of those words.
'When he's done the washing up, he can take his turn,' Jimmy told her.
'Stop that, I don't want him to feel left out. Oww! No! It's your brother's turn!' Bablee complained.
Jimmy was powerfully sucking her sex into his mouth, and he was so much better at it than his brother. Bablee collapsed back on the lounger, with her legs flopping apart. 'Resistance is useless', a poster in Adrian's room declared.
***
Bablee had given up fighting them as they were big strong American boys, and she was a typical petite Pakistani woman.
Adrian was eighteen, and his brother nineteen. Even the younger of the two had more experience than she had. Her husband hadn't taught her anything. He rolled on top of her, then rolled off again when he was finished. He was older than her and she'd hoped he would teach her about sex, but that never happened. Even the girls in school knew more about sex than she did.
When Bablee was mistaken for her niece, and placed in a boarding school, she looked young and innocent. She was then, but not now. With a fresh face, demure look, and a small frame, everyone thought she was eighteen, or even younger. She and Adrian had been in love, or at least infatuated, but that all changed on arriving at his home.
It was his parents influence that changed everything. They thought she was just a slutty schoolgirl he'd brought home to screw. It turned out they were correct in the damnable assumption. She was here to entertain Adrian during the summer break, and at first it shocked her to realise she was being used for sex. Taken home to be nothing more than his sex toy was humiliating.
The boy had done a good job training her to please. Although it was for his pleasure, she was kept satisfied too, especially when his brother joined in. The boys had the strength to overpower her physically, and the confidence to overwhelm her mentally.
The boy was working her up, then biting her sex to hold her back from tumbling over the edge. She'd been edged before by Adrian, and it was terrible. Kept a short while on the edge of an orgasm was exciting, but when it went on for too long, it became an agony of pleasure. If the two brothers decided to take turns edging her, hour upon long hour, they would break her will completely, and turn her into a whimpering mess.
They had laughed over the idea, and told her to be a good fuck doll, or they would keep her sexed up, and turn her into a nymphomaniac. They began listing the disgusting things they would get her to do, while she was desperate for an orgasm. When they mentioned the neighbour's dog, she hit them repeatedly. They just laughed at her small fists bouncing off their muscular bodies.
Breathlessly giving up the assault, they held her down, telling her they were only joking. What frightened her, is that they were right, they could get her to do anything they wanted. With their big strong arms around her, holding her still, she felt all the more like their pathetic little sex doll. She was small and petite, formed like a little girl compared to these big muscular American boys.
'You're our bitch,' Adrian said, and the boys barked at her, and licked her face.
'Stop it, that's nasty!' she complained.
In recompense, the two boys made cocktails, and waited upon her. Quickly forgetting their teasing, she settled down to enjoy the pampering. Sun cream was rubbed all over her body. Not a crevice or a dimple was left untouched. Being sexed up she smiled and cooed at them, once again forgiving them everything.
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