Mr. Bell and Mr. Smith are upright pillars of society, prim and cold and critical of wrongdoers. The reality was that my friend Miriam had taken on the summer challenge and had won. She also had lots of fun playing with these two randy hypocrites. She had loved playing the naive little girl, innocently letting them see her naked, groping her magnificent boobs, fingering her and using a sex toy on her. The ultimate was pretending that she might have done something wrong, and they should spank her in that special way, which meant fingering her too. She hadn’t let either man have sex with her… yet. She hadn’t even touched them. But she was a fast learner and was enjoying the experience.

She had come to my house to return the black dildo belonging to my sister. I had sneaked it back into its hiding place unobserved. She had told me the events of the afternoon. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she recounted the horny afternoon’s adventures. What her next step was had not been decided. I was tingling at her tale.

“Barbara, over to you. I can’t have all the fun. Why don’t you have a go? He is your neighbour. He lives there alone. I think you should pay him a call. After all, he enjoyed your routine before.”

My bedroom windows are floor-length and face only his house at the edge of the village. Knowing that he was spying on me, I stripped off completely and danced around provocatively yesterday. I itched to do more. I told Miriam I was in. I just had to have a plan. Secretly, I wanted to be bolder and naughtier, but I was just not sure how to go about it. With a quick hug, Miriam left, telling me to keep her informed.

Just then, I was aware of movement at the window across the Garden. Mr. Bell had returned from his frolics at the garden centre. He was probably still feeling horny. My parents and sister were out. It was time for a little show. I switched on my lamp, positioning it so that it acted like a spotlight.

Slowly I unbuttoned my dress and stepped out. I stood once again in the pink lacy bra and pants. My boobs are not as big as Miriam’s but I have dark, prominent areolas and nipples. I unclipped my bra and let it fall. The excitement had made my nipples erect, and I played with them teasingly. By now the lace panties were very wet. I inched them down, oh so slowly. He was in for a surprise. The last time he had seen me naked, I was sporting a full pubic bush, now I was smooth. He would have a good view. I turned round, bent over and spread my legs. Everything was on show. My fingers explored, as I turned again to flash my pussy. Now I was throbbing and soaking. I lay on my bed, legs wide, lips glistening and thumbed my pulsing clit. My whole body was shuddering and writhing and my control vanished as I climaxed noisily. I switched off the light. Show over… for tonight.

The next day I met Miriam at her house after work. Her parents were there. Another prim pair, but they weren’t as bad, and they weren’t hypocrites. Miriam and I had been trying to concoct a plan for my challenge, but our minds had drawn a blank. It was so frustrating. I was feeling bold after last night.

“Miriam dear, Mr. Bell and Mr. Smith are having a bible study tonight. They require a book I have and asked if you could take it over. “

It was a sign. Opportunity knocks.

“I will deliver it. I am just going home and Mr. Bell lives next door.”

My offer was gratefully accepted and Miriam winked at me as I left. I did a quick detour to my house first. I too would play the same role as Miriam, sweet, shy and innocent. But would it work twice?

I sneaked into my room and put on my school uniform, really short skirt, knee-length white socks, skimpy white lace thong, see-through white shirt, with a few buttons undone, school tie and no bra. I quickly braided my hair into two plaits. I surveyed the results. Yes perfect. A 17-year-old school girl, with her breasts visible and her skirt so short it wasn’t worth wearing. I grinned. This would be fun.

I knocked on my neighbour’s door. When he opened it, his jaw dropped and his greedy eyes looked me up and down. Before he could say anything I smiled and fluttered my eyelashes innocently.

Naturally, he invited me in. Mr. Smith stood up as I entered the room. His face was a study as his eyes lingered on my tits, which were hard and pronounced with excitement, pushing against my shirt.

“Miriam’s parents asked me to bring this. I know you asked Miriam, but I have heard so many lovely things about you from Miriam, that I wanted to meet you both together. Please forgive how I’m dressed but I was trying on my uniform to check if it still fitted. Miriam says you have been so helpful, giving her advice. Do you think it fits?”

Both men stood and ogled as I turned and posed. They suggested my skirt might be a little short and that perhaps I should bend over just to make sure no undergarments were visible to the boys at school. Boys that age were not to be trusted. I obliged and bent over. The thong made sure they got a full, unrestricted view of my bare butt. I heard the sharp intake of breath, so I wiggled slightly, before standing up. Both men were red in the face and I could see the telltale bulges. They both muttered that the skirt was just right. Then I asked if my shirt was acceptable. I explained I didn’t wear a bra as I had such small breasts. Naturally, they looked. They then suggested that perhaps I should let them decide if a bra was necessary. I undid the buttons, removed the shirt, but kept the tie on. My boobs bounced out. I of course had lied. My boobs are not as big as Miriam’s, but they are still big and the magnificent areola and prominent nipples make them very desirable. They licked their lips. Their breathing was very laboured. They were under my spell. I was soaking wet and loving this. Like Miriam, I invited them to examine them thoroughly to make sure it was appropriate to be braless.

I stood, shyly, while they fondled, groped, rubbed and pinched. While they were engrossed, I unfastened my skirt and it fell to the ground. Now I was only wearing knee-length white socks, a school tie and a skimpy lace thong. Both men were mesmerised. I pretended to be horrified and embarrassed, but they assured me it was fine, best to check all aspects of my uniform were suitable.

I suggested that I might feel less embarrassed if they removed their trousers and shirts. They didn’t need to be asked twice. Within seconds they were in their boxers, their arousals clearly evident. I had gone further in some ways than Miriam, but not quite. I knew they wanted me to remove the thong and show my pussy. I granted their wish. Oh so innocently, I asked if I should take it off to let them check it was suitable to wear. Mr. Bell promptly said he would help me. He practically tore it off, making sure his fingers found their way between my legs. They suggested they should take their boxers off to make me feel less self-conscious. Their cocks were pleasingly large and throbbing. I was itching to take them both. Unlike Miriam, I was going to lose my virgin status this summer.

Mr. Smith suggested I sit on his knee to listen to the study he and Mr. Bell had been planning. I obliged and felt his cock throbbing against my wet open slit. Mr. Bell’s eyes never left us, as he quoted some erotic chapters from the Old Testament.

Hands were all over my body, then he positioned me with my legs open, his fingers plunged inside my hot dripping folds, while his mouth greedily fed on my breasts. I was squirming with desire. Then I was moved upwards and I felt my first cock enter me. It felt amazing, so big and powerful. I felt so wanton. It didn’t last long, he couldn’t hold back with a shout, he came inside me.

Before I could grasp what had happened. I was lifted off Mr. Smith’s knee and laid on the floor, Mr. Bell had stopped quoting scripture and was rubbing my tits and nipples. His other hand was stroking my smooth pussy, then his fingers plunged inside my soaking vagina, and he found my clit and thumbed it vigorously. Seconds later I had my second cock of the evening inside me. I shuddered in ecstasy and triumph.

Two for the price of one.