The Old Man and the Schoolgirls 1 - Mff

by Methuselah

Disclaimer: This is an adult fantasy. You are strongly advised
not to attempt any of the activities described here, not least
because it would result in several years in prison suffering the
abuse of such decent folk as muggers and murderers.

Author's Note

This story is inspired by the very great Tammy Lismore.
It starts slowly, but I hope it's worth the wait.
If you don't like it, demand your money back...
For more of my stories, see
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Methuselah/



CHAPTER 1 - AT THE JOLLY FRIAR

I was having a quiet coffee at the window seat in the greasy
spoon opposite Borchester High School, my regular haunt of a
weekday afternoon. The scenery was as interesting as always -
there hadn't been a fatwa on skirt lengths for at least a month,
and a not inconsiderable length of adolescent thigh was on view.

Let me make myself clear; I wasn't waiting to pounce, merely
window-shopping. Since my lottery win, I no longer had to work
and had a lot of time on my hands.

Nevertheless, the simple pleasures of the Jolly Friar cafe
appealed more than San Tropez or Davos. After all, what
Mediterranean starlet could compete with your blooming English
schoolgirl? To put it in philatelists' terminology, what I was
admiring was mint imperforate; for all my wealth, all that was
available was used perforated...

As I was musing on this theme, two of the former variety came in
and ordered Diet Cokes; one blonde and one brunette, and both
about fifteen. They were both in dark blue school uniform, the
blonde's skirt being short and her friend's even shorter; I
reckoned that a teacher would soon notice and that a fatwa would
be proclaimed.

In the warm weather, both had their jackets open to show crisp
white blouses, and it was clear to the casual observer that they
were moderately endowed. Still, as the old saying has it, any
more than a handful is wasted. Not, alas, that I was going to get
my hands anywhere near those.

They sat down at the next table in the otherwise empty cafe. This
was odd, as English people usually try to sit as far away from
each other as possible. Clearly, I didn't exist in their eyes. I
mentally shrugged and resumed my survey of the throng of young
femininity issuing forth from the High School.

As you can tell, I hadn't paid much notice to these two, but the
blonde began raising her voice and haranguing her friend about an
ongoing disaster. Her words were even audible over the cafe's
nauseating Muzak.

I was particularly interested to hear "where on Earth am I going
to get six hundred pounds, Fiona?"

Up to now, Fiona had restricted herself to sympathetic noises,
but now she ventured, "I honestly don't know, Jean. Even MY dad
wouldn't give me that much."

Clearly six hundred quid was a lot of money to Fiona and Jean, as
it would have been to me six months ago; now it was pocket money.

When Jean wept, "I'd do ANYTHING for that money", I simply
couldn't restrain myself. I leaned over to their table and
introduced myself. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help
overhearing. You seem to have a problem; is there any way I could
help?"

Their initial reaction was that of any young girl to an
interfering old man; a mixture of loathing and contempt. Then it
occurred to them that I just might be a way out of their problem
and Fiona, the brunette, answered reluctantly "are you sure you
can help".

"I'm not sure, but can I join you and see? If it's as drastic as
it sounds, we shouldn't be shouting across the room for everyone
to hear". As a matter of fact, we were alone in the cafe apart
from a bored waitress inspecting her nails several miles away,
but I have my methods.

"Oh yes, all right, I mean thank you" sputtered Jean, and I
complied. They had been sitting opposite each other and now I had
Fiona on my left and Jean on the other side of the plastic topped
table. I could see that she was still tearful but there was a
little hope and curiosity there as well.

"So, would you like to tell me the problem?" I directed at Jean,
as she seemed the most concerned. They poured out their woes to
me in that strange way that girls have, each finishing the
other's sentences.

I got them to backtrack over the passages where they talked at
the same time, and to explain names that were obvious to them but
a mystery to me (another notorious feminine idiosyncrasy). It was
clear that they were indeed deep in the mire.

Jean had an older sister who had drastically overspent her first
term's student loan. She was going to mend her ways and get a
part time job, but for the moment she was desperate. She had
appealed to Jean for help rather than their mother; it appeared
that their PC mother had no sympathy with students living the
high life when they should be out there selling the Socialist
Worker.

Jean had unwisely agreed and cashed in her life savings. She then
borrowed the rest from Fiona, including HER life savings and a
substantial amount from her father; no wonder Fiona couldn't see
any hope from that source!

All this was daft enough, but Jean had concealed the cash in a
pillowcase. Sod's Law being what is, her mother had had a rare
attack of housepride and taken the bed linen to the launderette
and lost the pillowcase. (I thought that only happened to socks,
but there you go)

Jean had apparently managed to conceal her anguish at the news,
to avoid betraying her sister. A feigned attack of pre-exam
nerves did the job, aided by her mother's preoccupation with
"Socks for Somalis", her latest campaign. Memo to self: this is a
girl whose mother really should pay more attention - maybe I can
fill that gap in her life.

Finally, they gave me the dreaded bottom line; they MUST have the
money by Friday, in three day's time.

I'd listened in silence, other than to make tutting noises and to
clarify the details of their story. Now there was a long pause as
they looked up at me, and it occurred to me that they were both
very attractive in their different ways. Jean had blue eyes and
just a hint of freckles; Fiona was brown-eyed and slightly
better-endowed.

I let the silence drag on just a little longer (as any inquisitor
knows, silence is a potent weapon).

 "So, you need to earn six hundred pounds in three days", I
summed up. "Now, where could two young ladies like you earn that
money that quickly?"

Jean was clearly the more innocent and looked blank; Fiona got my
implication almost immediately. I could see from her open mouth
that she'd picked it up and knew that I'd read her expression.
Now, it was vital that I shut up and let the girls make the
running.

"You mean?", Fiona gasped.

I kept schtum.

"Mean what?", queried Jean, still in the dark.

"He means selling ourselves, Jean."

"What? Like prostitutes?", gasped Jean, light finally dawning.
"You're not asking us to go on the streets!"

"I'm not asking you to do anything, just pointing out that's the
only way you'd earn that sort of money, although I doubt you'd be
able to earn that much on the streets in that time."

I could almost hear the penny dropping on my left. Fiona may not
have been any quicker than Jean, but she was certainly more
worldly-wise. "Are you offering us six hundred pounds for sex?
You don't look as if you've got six hundred pence!"

"I'm offering you nothing, I'm just wondering how desperate you
are for that money, speaking of which...". I opened my wallet to
show the thousand pounds in fifties that I have carried with me
ever since my win (by the way, don't waste your time looking for
that cafe, I've changed my routine)

This was the critical moment. I don't think I'd done anything
illegal up to then; they had spoken all the bad words. All I
could do now was wait.

There was a deafening silence. Even the Muzak had stopped for a
blessed moment. The girls looked at each other for an age... Then
the Muzak started up again and Jean made the slightest gesture
with her head toward the back of the cafe.

She muttered  "we'll be back in a minute" and they trooped off to
the toilet. They left their satchels on the floor; a double
gesture of trust as they had faith that I wouldn't steal them and
I could be sure that they wouldn't shop me on their mobiles.

It took even longer than I expected. Partly, I suspect, because
they were both so nervous that they had to use the loo for it's
proper function.

They resumed their seats rather in the manner of delegates
returning to the negotiating table. It was Jean, surprisingly,
who was spokesperson. "OK, we don't have a lot of choice - we're
up for it. When and where?" She looked grim and nervous, as did
Fiona, but I thought I detected a glint of something else in
those deep brown eyes.

"Well, let's settle the conditions first. I would say a hundred
each per session would be fair. That would be three sessions,
which we obviously couldn't fit into the next three days. How
about I give you the cash after the first session and trust you
for the other two, with a good conduct bonus at the end - say
another hundred each?" I've always been a tough negotiator.

Jean looked horrified at the thought of three sessions, but Fiona
nodded and almost smiled. "Yes, that seems fair".

Jean gathered together her courage and asked, in a very small
voice, "what will we have to do?".

Fiona looked at her as if she was an idiot, but this was just the
question that I was waiting for. "I'm guessing you're both
virgins..." From their expressions, I guessed I was at least half
right. "Fine. I'm happy for you to stay that way. I want you to
strip for me, play with yourselves for me and to go down on me,
but I'm not demanding full sex".

If a face can show horror and relief at the same time Jean's did.
Fiona's was more thoughtful. She broke the silence that followed.
"We can do that, can't we, J?"

"I s'pose so", Jean (or J) muttered.

"That's settled", Fiona briskly confirmed. "Now, as Jean asked a
minute ago, where and when?"

I scrawled an address and mobile number on a paper napkin and
handed it to Fiona on my left. "My name's Adam Aardvark" (Ed:
no, of course it isn't)  "What time tomorrow can you make it?"

After a muttered consultation, the girls agreed on half past
seven.

"OK, seven thirty it is. Give me a bell sevenish to let me know
you're coming or if you can't make it. Take care."

As I got up to leave, I dropped two fifties on the table. "There
you are, girls, just to show I'm serious".  I looked back to see
two very confused girls deep in consultation. Would they come
tomorrow? Only time would tell...





CHAPTER 2 - THE FIRST SESSION

Now, you might think I was careless in giving my address to the
girls. Not really, that house belongs to a Swiss company with
which I have no visible connections. That wasn't due to criminal
intent; when you've won as much as I did, privacy was as vital as
it was difficult to achieve.

Nonetheless, I wasn't foolish enough to wait there that Wednesday
evening. No, I perched myself by the window of the house next
door, which I also didn't own, and waited.

Sure enough, on the dot of seven my mobile rang. I let the caller
speak first. "Hello, is that Mr Aardvark?", she nervously asked.

"Yes, it is. Hello, Jean." It wasn't Fiona; her voice was so posh
you could cut glass with it. Jean's was more down to earth.

"Is it all right for us to come round now?", she quavered.

"Of course, my lover", I answered, trying to keep the leer out of
my voice. "I'll look forward to it."

"OK, then. We'll be coming on the bus. See you in twenty
minutes". This a little more bravely; it sounded as if she was
getting used to the idea, even if she didn't like it.

I didn't mention that I'd be waiting next door, but the very fact
that they were coming by bus made it less likely that they would
be accompanied by the Authorities. Anyway, I could see the bus
stop from my observation post, and could be certain that they
were alone:

At twenty-five past the bus arrived (of course it was late, this
is Borchester) and the.girls got off, thankfully alone. I was
slightly disappointed that Fiona was in jeans and daps, but Jean
was nicely, if conservatively dressed, in a white blouse and
green skirt with black shoes with a slight heel. (By the way, if
you're a shoe fetishist, look elsewhere; that's about all you're
going to get).

Having checked one final time that they were alone, I nipped into
the back garden, through a strategic gap in the fence, and in
through the back door of out rendezvous, just as the doorbell
rang.

As is my practice, I waited just long enough for them to consider
a second ring, then opened the door. What confronted me was the
sight of two very nervous girls, ironically looking much younger
in civvies than they had in school uniform.

I hadn't seen their faces from the window, but it was clear they
were determined to face their ordeal bravely; not quite the
response I wanted. If I didn't relax them, this was not going to
be much fun. I decided on the gentlemanly approach...

"Hello, Jean, Fiona, come on in". Jean was in front, but only, I
suspect, because Fiona had pushed her up the garden path. "It's
all right, I don't bite" (much, I thought)

I waved them through to my lounge, sat them on the sofa and
hovered, asking "Are you nervous then, girls?"

It was Fiona who replied "Yes, a bit, Mr Aardvark". More than a
bit, her complexion was already fair, but she was now deathly
pale and her hands were clasped together but still shaking. Jean
had that rabbit in the headlights stare and seemed incapable of
speech.

"Call me Adam", I smiled. "Are you all right, Jean?"

Manifestly, she wasn't but, when Fiona dug her in the ribs, she
forced out "Yes, Mr Aard - I mean Adam" through gritted teeth.

"Would you and Fiona like a drink? Do girls your age drink
nowadays? Things seem to be less relaxed then when I was your
age". I imagined their visions of uniformed dinosaurs serving me
when "I was your age"...

"Dad lets me have a glass of wine at meals", ventured Fiona. Jean
remained silent, but I reckoned she'd go along with her friend.

"Would you like a glass now, Fiona? Red or White? How about you,
Jean?" A little alcohol might relax them; something had to!

"White, please, Mr... sorry, Adam" mumbled Fiona, trying still
to be brave.

"And you, Jean?". Jean nodded, her first sign of life since she
had sat down.

I disappeared into the kitchen and took my time about pouring the
drinks. Indeed, I took enough time to hear Fiona whisper "Think
about the six hundred pounds". One of the disadvantages of a cut
glass accent is that even a whisper carries for a surprising
distance. It wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear, but it was a
step in the right direction.

I emerged from the kitchen with three large glasses of Macon
Blanc Vilages, which I suspect was a good deal more pokey than
Fiona's dad's table wine, and a more substantial measure. By the
by, it is also quite delicious and highly recommended by your
author.

I handed round the drinks and sat opposite them in the comfy
chair, a prevision of the scenario I'd negotiated with them in
the cafe. I started the ambient chill-out CD I'd prepared
beforehand.

I waited while they had a swig or two, as did I (if truth be
told, I was almost as nervous as them)  and asked "Is it OK?".

"It's really nice... Adam. Isn't it, J", nudging her friend to
respond. She did, with "It's OK, I mean it IS nice. I mean, I'm
not very used to wine, but I like the taste...".

This was practically an oration compared with what had gone
before. Mirabile dictu, she was loosening up. I waited a few cc's
longer, then asked "Shall we take our drinks upstairs?"

This was the critical point, disguised as a question about their
drinks. Fiona was first to respond. "Oh, yes. Right. Come on, J".
I'd already twigged that Fiona's use of the nickname was a sign
that she was relaxing, and Jean's "Yes, OK. Give me a hand up off
the sofa" was encouraging if not enthusiastic.

In fact, I helped her up, grasping her left hand, my first bodily
contact with either girl. She was surprised, but not revolted,
which was nice.

"This way, girls". I led the way up the stairs. It would have
been nice to follow them, just for the view, but I'd see all that
soon, anyway. Jean followed, glass in hand, shooed up the stairs
by Fiona.

I took them to the back bedroom, which was only overlooked by
low-flying aircraft, a factor in my choice of property in the
first place.

The layout was very similar to the lounge, even the music was the
same, except that the comfy chair faced the double bed. Once I'd
taken the chair, there really was only one place for the girls to
sit.

In fact, Jean didn't even think about it until she'd plonked
herself down opposite me and a little to my left. By the time she
did, Fiona was sitting beside her, leaving no room for manoeuvre.

"Do you want us to... I mean... now" asked Fiona, with the air of
one girding her loins prior to ungirding them, if you see what I
mean.

"No rush, Fiona, love", I murmured. "Finish your drinks first, if
you like".

To my absolute gobsmacked amazement, it was Jean who spoke first.
Maybe she was less accustomed to strong drink or, just maybe,
there was something bubbling under that quiet surface.

"I think I've had quite enough to drink. Which of us do you want
to go first, or do you want us to do it together?"

I honestly couldn't tell whether it was determination to be done
with a disagreeable task or something deeper. Neither could
Fiona. She looked at her friend as if she'd sprouted horns.

"But I thought I'd agreed I'd go first - we did toss for it,
Jean". No "J" there; her gob was as smacked as mine.

With the clear enunciation of one who's had just a smidgen too
much to drink, she explained "Yes, Fi, but it really is Adam's
choice. After all, he is paying".

She looked at me, confident of my agreement. I had just
remembered to shut my mouth, something that had yet to occur to
Fiona.

"No, I think I'll go along with you girls' decision. How about
Fiona strips first, then you, then we decide who does what next?

Unless you really want to go first, that is?"

I had the strange feeling I was losing control of this; maybe the
wine was getting to me too. It was a lot stronger than my usual
scrumpy...

"No, that's all right, Adam. I just wanted you to know that it's
your choice. Off you go, Fi!"

Fiona was now doubly gobsmacked; she clearly wasn't used to being
bossed by her friend, but she recovered bravely. She stood up a
couple of feet from me (that's half a metre for you youngsters)
and apologised to me.

"Sorry about the grotty clothes". She'd noticed that I'd noticed,
then. "I told my mum I was going jogging. There's a surprise to
come, though". She smiled bravely, but with that glint that I'd
noticed before.

She started with her daps (OK, trainers, if you insist). An odd
choice, but she seemed more at ease when her feet were bare. She
dug her toes into the aptly-named shag-pile carpet and wiggled
them. The smile was now a little more confident.

Next came the jeans, exposing a disappointingly functional pair
of knickers. I wondered if her surprise was the underwear of an
overconfident wife!

Her legs were gorgeous, though. Slim but not skinny, with nicely
rounded thighs. I could see that she really did go jogging,
though. She spun to give me a better view and I thought "she's
planned this".

Next was the sweater. She peeled this off in the approved manner
but, to my chagrin, there was a T-shirt underneath with a
pictogram that meant absolutely nothing to me (I discovered
afterwards that it was very rude indeed).

So far, I'd seen nothing more than is regularly on show in any
city park, but the intimacy made it more exciting, and I noticed
a certain stirring in my nether parts. Out of the corner of my
eye, I could see Jean leaning forward for a better view, although
whether of her friend or me, I couldn't be sure.

Fiona smiled, looked me straight in the eye, and peeled off the
baffling T-shirt. Revealed was a sheer black brassiere that
emphasised her young but beautifully rounded breasts to
perfection. Her nipples were clearly outlined against the thin
material and showed a state of engorgement that had nothing to do
with the room temperature.

At the sight of her excitement, my old man rose up and did
likewise and I realised that, despite all my preparation, I'd
done nothing to make it easy to get off. As Fiona turned away and
slipped off those functional knickers, my hand slipped southward.

As I half expected, what was revealed was the sheerest pair of
panties one could imagine. Her firm (dare I say pert) buttocks
were revealed, and the cleavage was clearly visible. When she
turned to face me, I couldn't see a bun of dark hair through the
sheer material, which surprised me for a moment. The line of her
cleft was clearly visible, though.

By now, my right hand was stroking myself through my jeans, but
Fiona seemed blissfully unaware of this. Jean wasn't. She was
still leant forward, but her eyes were definitely focused on my
activities, not Fiona's.

When Fiona removed that flimsy brassiere, first undoing it while
showing me her delightful bum, then turning, holding it against
her breasts and letting it float away, it was too much for my
self-restraint.

I unzipped my jeans and extracted my member, not without
difficulty given its extreme stiffness. Fiona once again affected
not to notice, and it dawned on my overheated brain that she was
playing a part. I would have bet a fair sum that she was a star
of school dramatics, and I would have won my bet.

Fiona was now turned away again, teasing her panties up and down,
but I was distracted by the absorption on Jean's face, only feet
away as she stared at my hand-stroked willy, and by the
disappearance of her right hand up her skirt.

I almost missed "the moment of doff", as one connoisseur
described it, when Fiona slipped her last garment off, pushing
her bum almost in my face so I could sense her aroma, both
natural and cosmetic.

She turned, with her hand over her crotch, then opened her
fingers and slid her hand up her belly to reveal a totally bald
pussy. I gasped and my hand jerked without being told. She turned
to Jean and she gasped too. "Omigod, you didn't say you'd
shaved..."

For a moment, she was distracted from the action in my crotch,
which was a pity, as it was well worth watching.

Fiona bowed to me, then to Jean, and sat back on the bed looking
well pleased with herself.

Before Jean could get started, I kicked off my sandals and ripped
off my jeans and underpants. I've never been one for the slow
strip tease, and anyway I was paying!

When I'd settled down, Jean stood up and announced "There's no
way I can follow that so, if everybody's stopped fidgeting (long
stare at my penis, now being stroked again), I'll take my clothes
off".

She'd probably never heard the expression "If you're all sitting
comfortably, I'll begin", which is a pity. It would have fitted
nicely.

She was as good as her word. No showing off, no frills. Just
undressing as she would for bed, at home. Just plain white
mother-approved underwear. Underneath, though, a delightfully
slim teenage body. Miniature breasts with prominent little berry
nipples and scanty blonde pubes which failed to conceal a very
aroused pussy that had obviously received a fair amount of
attention recently.

"Now, can I masturbate first? Although it looks as if Adam's
started already!" Another pointed look at my genitals. Complete
silence from Fiona and me. Jean was now firmly in charge.

Receiving no reply, although I may have nodded slightly, she
started to do just that. She stood as she had after shedding her
plain knickers, opened her legs just a fraction, ruffled her
golden pubic hair, separated her lips with two fingers of her
left hand, and stroked her soaking pussy between them with her
right index finger.

Now, just recording this in the cold light of day gets me going.
Imagine how it was sitting two feet away, eyes dead level with
the action. Not just the sight, but the sound and smell as
well...

However, Jean had one small problem. Very few women can
effectively masturbate standing up. Oh, they can fake it on
stage, but then they can fake it while doing their knitting and
talking into a hands-free phone. Some even have to adopt the
position of a constipated frog, which is admittedly effective but
not visually erotic.

Jean, who had been so prim and shy not half an hour ago, resolved
the situation by exclaiming "Sod it, this isn't going to work!"
and sitting on the edge of the bed. She opened her legs wide
apart, examined herself and found the right spot for her fingers,
then lay back with her right hand working and her left stroking a
convenient breast. Judging by the noises she was making, this
position was going to achieve the desired result.

I heard a different gasp, and saw Fiona staring at the spectacle.
She had probably never seen the female genitalia that closely, a
matter of inches from her eyes, and certainly never in that state
of excitement. Her left hand was in her crotch; had she used her
right, she would have blocked her intimate view...

In fact, both she and I had been reduced to voyeurs at Jean's
solo performance. In fact, when I caught her eye for a moment,
her wry grin acknowledged our complicity.

But only for a moment; Jean was gasping and groaning now. Her
little bum was bouncing up and down on the bed, rocking Fiona
from side to side, and she came with a shriek like a vixen on
heat.

She lay spark out on the bed for what seemed like ages, but was
probably only a minute. It was long enough, though, for me to
wonder whether it was only fat middle-aged men who had heart
attacks during sex.

She slowly raised herself up to a sitting position, looked
straight at me and coolly asked "Was that what you wanted,
Adam?"

There was nothing I could say, so I didn't. From somewhere inside
came the impulse to applaud, so I did. I wouldn't have done if
I'd thought about it, but it was the right thing.

After a moment, Fiona joined in, and Jean gave a little smile and
a brief nod in acknowledgement, in imitation of her friend. She
looked immoderately pleased with herself, as well she might.

As one, she and I turned to look at Fiona as she sat there with
her left hand still between her legs .

"Yes, I know it's my turn. But I'm almost there already "I'm not
 sure it'll be much of a show", Fiona confessed.

"Bad girl", I teased. "You should have saved it until it was
your turn".

"What, like you did, Adam?", Jean chipped in, staring
pointedly at my erection, which , by my best estimate, was about
four strokes from orgasm. "Go on, Fi, go for it!"

Fiona opened her legs a little more and her left hand began
moving more purposefully between them. Unlike Jean, she was
hunched right over so very little was visible. Strange, I
thought, that should be so free showing her body in her
striptease and so shy now! Maybe that was because she treated the
strip as a role to be played.

Her hand and arm were going furiously now, but with little
apparent result. After a minute or so she stopped and gasped "I'm
sorry, Adam, it just doesn't seem to be working... I was so
close, as well".

Jean took charge. She put her left arm round Fiona's hunched
back and whispered "No need to rush it, Fi. Just relax and do it
gently so you can enjoy the feeling, If you can, sit up a bit
straighter".

Fiona opened up her posture, incidentally giving me a better view
of her breasts. Clearly, she was still very excited.

"That's it, Fi. Now stroke yourself slowly to get the feeling.
I've got hold of you."

Indeed she had. Jean's left arm was around Fiona's shoulders
and her right hand crept up to hold her friend's left breast.
Under other circumstances, the sight might have pushed my arousal
over the top. Now my reaction was a mixture of fascination and
sympathy.

"Ooh, that's it, J. It's coming now. Oh yes, here it comes!"

As Fiona quivered towards orgasm, Jean tightened her grip, the
nipple peeping out from between her fingers. Her climax was more
inward than Jean's, but every bit as intense. The two girls fell
back on the bed, still entwined, and they kissed deeply, whether
with passion or friendship, I am not qualified to say.

At that moment, to be honest, I felt like a spare prick at an
orgy. However, the girls sat up after an endless couple of
minutes, with arms still linked but breasts now fully on view.

"Sorry, Adam", giggled Fiona, now back to her bubbly self.
"We forgot about you for a moment then. We don't usually do that
sort of thing, you know.

I gathered that it was the first time there'd been fondling
between them, but I very much doubted that it would be the last.
That sort of thing tends to become a habit.

"Now, Adam, it's your turn", she continued. "Which of us do
you want to do you first?"

"Well, it won't be me", piped up Jean. "I've no idea what to
do."

"Of course you have, J. Everybody knows how to do that!

"Well, yes, Fi, but only in theory. If you show me how, I'll
copy you".

"What makes you think I've had any practice, J?".

The resulting silence was sufficient answer.

"OK, J. Is it all right if I do you first, Adam? Jean will take
over when she's worked out what to do - if she ever does! How
do you want us?"

"How about I stand up and you girls kneel in front of me? Then
you can both get at him". OK, I admit that's one of my all time
favourite fantasies.

There was a small flurry of activity, as I stood up and the girls
took up their positions of worship.

Fiona had adopted the teacher's role. "Now, I lick him just
under the tip, like so".

I felt my head trying to come off. She certainly had done this
before.

"Now, I'm going to take him in my mouth. You stroke him while I
do it, J".

She matched action to words, and Jean started gently stroking me.
The feeling was awesome. The world was reduced to one penis, one
mouth and one hand.

"Hang on, Fiona, I'm going to come right now if you don't
stop", I gasped.

She took her mouth away but Jean kept going. It was the first
time she'd played with a willy, and she was enjoying the
experience.

"Stop, Jean, please!", I cried, and Fiona dragged her hand
away.

There was a pout on Jean's face like that of a child who'd had
a new toy taken away at bedtime.

"Your turn now, J. Do you think you've got the hang of it now?",
asked Fiona.

"Hang on just a moment, girls. I need to get my breath back". I
took a few deep breaths and then looked down at the expectant
young faces. "OK, Jean, I think I'm ready."

"You certainly are", muttered Fiona, looking straight at the
quivering beast some inches away.

Then Jean put out her tongue in the approved manner and made
contact with the underside of my helmet. She licked for a moment
and asked in all innocence, "Am I doing it right, Adam?".

It took a Herculean effort to say "God, yes, don't stop. Take
him your mouth, I'm going to come!" I would normally be more
considerate, but I was aroused past that point.

Jean took my cock in her mouth, the first time she had ever done
so, and I felt the glorious warmth and wetness. I was nearly
there, and Fiona's stroking hand took me over the top.

After two days of abstinence and nearly an hour's teasing, my
load would have been a challenge for an experienced fellatrix.
For a teenage girl's first experience, it must have felt like a
torrent. Still, she tried. She took as much in her mouth as she
could. Then she pulled her head back and my come spurted into her
face and dripped down those sweet little boobs.

"Go on, J, swallow it", advised Fiona, a little brusquely, I
thought.

"I'm trying", burbled Jean, through the sticky mouthful.

She did swallow most of it, to my surprise, although some leaked
out, adding to the splooges on her chin and chest.

Fiona grinned at her, saying, "See, it's not so difficult is
it, J?".

I thought Fiona was being a bit unkind, so I said, "That was
wonderful, Jean. You did incredibly well. Now, Fiona, would you
like to finish the job?"

She looked baffled for a moment, until I pointed at Jean's face
and breasts.

"Yes, go on, Fi. It's only fair that you take your share. It
won't be that difficult", Jean grinned back.

Fiona might have been reluctant, but she had trapped herself.

Reluctantly at first, but with growing confidence, she lapped the
come off Jean's little breasts (I noticed that her nipples
showed their approval in the traditional manner) and then off her
face. She swallowed it down, if not with enthusiasm, then with
aplomb. Then she surprised both of us by soul-kissing Jean to
complete the sharing.

I say Jean was surprised, but she soon got into it. A minute
earlier, I though I was cleaned out for days, but my willy
thought otherwise. I decided not to push it for the moment,
though.

When they'd detached themselves from the clinch, it was Jean who
spoke up. "I thought it would taste horrid, but it doesn't.
Sort of salty porridge. Bit difficult to swallow, though!"

"You were both brilliant", I said, and they had been. "Come
and cuddle on the bed".

I lay out on the bed and the girls joined me, one on each side.
All in all, it was probably the best sex I'd ever had. More
surprisingly, they'd enjoyed it more than any of us could
possibly have anticipated.

We snuggled together and enjoyed the simple comfort of warm
bodies. About an hour later I awoke, summoned by the effects of
strong wine on an ageing bladder, to find myself surrounded by
sleeping nymphs.

I gently detached them and went about my business. When I
returned, they had rolled together and were closely entwined. I
hadn't the heart to separate them, so I sat and watched the
lovely sight. I wondered, not for the first time that evening,
whether I'd started something different from what I'd intended.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was after nine. I had no
idea when they were due home (memo to self: check that next time)
so I had no choice but to disturb them.

I shook Fiona's shoulder, and she responded as any schoolgirl
might when surprised naked in the arms of a friend by a naked
male stranger.

When her "Eek"s had subsided, and the suddenly-awakened Jean had
been calmed, she asked "What time is it, Mr er Adam?"

"A quarter past nine, girls. What time do you have to be home?"

"Now!" cried Jean, leaping out of bed with heart-rending agility.
Fiona followed and they threw on their clothes in a fast rewind
of their earlier shows.

As they dashed for the door and their bus, I handed Fiona a thick
brown envelope with strict instructions not to lose it this time.
I grabbed a wriggling Jean to clean certain residues from her
face using the
time-honoured parental spit and hanky method.

She gave me a kiss and a hug, calling back "We'll ring you,
Adam, love", as she vanished into the gloaming.

"Love"? That was a turn-up! I went straight to bed and slept the
sleep of the well-satisfied lecher.


CHAPTER 3 - JEAN'S DIARY 1

Tuesday 17th June

Just what AM I going to do? All the money Fiona and me raised to
pay off Katie's debts has GONE!!!

Mum took my bedclothes round to the launderette which she NEVER
does and the stupid cow LOST the pillowcase off my bed. I'd put
the money in there to keep it safe and it's GONE!!!

SIX HUNDRED POUNDS - Oh God I wish I was dead! I couldn't believe
it when I got home and saw clean things on the bed. Apparently
Gran is coming round and she wanted "everything to be nice for
her". I asked about my pillowcase - maybe the cash was still in
there. I had to pretend it was my favourite instead of a horrible
thing with BUNNIES on it.

She looked for it in the laundry bag but it wasn't there. She
said she didn't know I liked it but she thinks THINKS!! she might
have left it in the machine or dropped it on the way home.

She said she was a bit flustered because she had to get back for
her meeting like EVERY SODDING NIGHT. I must have looked pretty
dreadful because she even NOTICED!

I had to pretend I was worried about my exams and she said
"that's right - work hard like your sister. Make something of
your life".

Puke! I won't even HAVE a life after Friday when Katie comes here
for her money.

Later.

Dashed round to the laundrette after mum went to her bloody
meeting but no joy. No one had found a pillowcase with
puke-making bunnies on it and no one had reported a bonus of £600
- well, would you?

Even looked in the gutter on the way home. Lots of revolting
stuff but nothing with bunnies on it or £600 in it. WHAT AM I
GOING TO DO?

Didn't fancy eating tonight so opened a tin and threw away
contents so mum would think I had.

Later still.

Rang Fi and she was really nice about it considering most of it
was her money and OH GOD her dad's money. She borrowed it off him
and promised he'd have it back at the end of the month.

WE'RE BOTH DEAD!!

We had a good cry which usually helps but NOT THIS TIME. I'll see
her tomorrow in the caff. Not a clue what I'll say.

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Wednesday 18th June

Really WEIRD day - not sure how much I should write down. Still,
mum will never find this and send it to the bloody laundrette.
Like I said, really weird!

Met Fi at the caff like we'd arranged and I was just getting
going with the horror of it all and this old man from the next
table butted in.

I'd just been saying how desperate I was and I'd do just about
anything when he slimed over and offered to help.

I'd have told him to piss off (or Fi would) but we really were
desperate so we let him join us.

(Honestly didn't see him when we sat down - are wrinklies
invisible or what?)

He'd overheard about the £600 and he sort of propositioned us -
no, it wasn't quite like that. He led us on so it was like Fi had
the idea and she had to explain it to me - oh, I guess you had to
be there.

Anyway, we've agreed to meet him and do all these disgusting
things THREE times and he'll give us the money.

He's not kidding - he showed us a wallet FULL of 50s and he
dropped a couple on the table for us.

We thought about calling the police but, as Fi pointed out,
that's not going to get us the 600 so I suppose we've got to do
it.

He wants us to come round tomorrow. I mean, he doesn't want to
shag us which I suppose is a mercy. But he wants us to - OK I
will write it down - strip for him and play with ourselves (all
right, MASTURBATE) in front of him and then suck his horrid thing
until he comes.

I know Fi's done oral - she'd had a couple of drinks and she rang
to tell me, although she won't talk about it now - but I haven't
even touched a boy there since I was a little girl playing
doctors and nurses.

It's not just that I don't want to do it - I really don't know
how. I mean we've all pretended with bananas at break but that's
just playing and he wants to put his filthy stuff in our mouths
YUCCHHH - Fi will have to do that - I just can't!

And masturbating - I know I do it too much, and everybody says
that's all right - but in front of Fi, never mind the wrinkly!
I'll be so embarrassed - I mean it's such a private thing...

How can he be so dirty? I mean not dirty like that, he's got
white hair and beard like Father Xmas and he seems clean. What's
a man his age doing asking girls to WANK in front of him?

And we're going to DO it :-(

Shall I practice tonight - WTF made me think that? Might help me
sleep though. I hope tomorrow NEVER comes.

Thursday 19th June

7am Hardly slept a wink. What AM I going to wear tonight? I mean
he might be expecting frilly underwear and that. Mum makes me
dress like a NUN. Could borrow something from Fi - if only I had
tits.

6pm Mum's off at another meeting. Glad of it this time. Will wear
clean nun's underwear and blouse and eau-de-nil skirt. Meeting Fi
at bus stop. She says she has a surprise for Mr Slime - sexy
underwear I suppose. Dirty cow! Here goes, then. I feel SICK.
Must dash

10pm Thank God home late but before Mum. Couldn't face 3rd degree
tonight. Bit pissed and feel very strange. Weird evening! Can't
write now - more later.

Must clean teeth with lots of mouthwash - can still taste it...

Friday 20th June

3am. Couldn't sleep. Biggest news is Fiona has the £600 - even Mr
Slime, OK Adam, wouldn't trust me with that - fair enough, I
guess.

Very odd. I was dead tired but I couldn't sleep thinking about
what we'd done. Not what I thought it would be though...

I'm really sore - I must have masturbated two or three times but
I still can't sleep. Maybe it'll help if I write down what
happened...

Adam was ever so polite when we came round, sat us down on his
sofa and offered us a drink, we had white wine that was nice but
VERY strong.

He invited us upstairs and he sat in the chair and we sat on the
bed and he asked us if we were ready and Fi was all ready to do
her strip but I jumped in and asked who HE wanted to go first.

Silly, really, as I knew Fi had a routine planned. He was a bit
put out by the jeans and trainers, but I knew there'd be
something special underneath. I didn't know how special!

Even I could see it was a sexy routine, with bra and knicks my
mum wouldn't let in the house.

What got me going was that he got his thing out about halfway
through and started stroking it. I'd never seen that before and
it made me feel really strange. My hand went up my skirt and I'm
sure he noticed but I couldn't stop. Then he gasped and I looked
at Fi. She finally had her knickers off and when she took her
hand away she was shaved clean.

That must have been her 'surprise'! It amazed me - I couldn't
help thinking it looked really sexy. I mean, I've seen Fi naked
dozens of times but this was different. That must have been where
it started...

Then it was my turn. I told them I couldn't compete with that
(not wearing the Mum's haute couture underwear) so I stripped
quickly and played my trump card.

I might not have a dance routine, sexy underwear, and a shaven
pussy, but I know one thing better than most.

I announced I was going to masturbate whether it was my turn or
not!

I started standing up just as I was and got into it, but I'd not
done it like that before (if I did it at home my mum would burst
in and lecture me on how masturbation was better than Men)

It was really difficult to get the feeling - I got the tingle but
not the urge so I flopped back on the bed and did it properly,
squeezing a tit and everything. I'd completely forgotten the
audience and I had a lovely come and crashed out totally.

When I came to and sat up, they gave me a round of applause which
was weird but nice. Maybe I should do it at the next school
concert. Nothing else I've done has had that response.

I felt really pleased with myself and told Fi it was her turn. I
could see her hand in her crotch and she had a really odd
expression. God, had watching me turned her on?

She started but she was all bunched up and wanking frantically
and not getting anywhere. She was like in tears and she said she
couldn't make it.

I put my arm around her and got her to uncurl and relax and enjoy
it. She took a deep breath and stroked herself and I don't know
why but I PUT MY HAND ON HER BREAST! I was going to whip it away
but she murmured "mm s'nice" so I left it there. Fi was soon on
the edge and  I scrunched up a bit closer and squeezed her
breast. I could feel her nipple between my fingers as she came
really hard.

Adam was trying to watch her hand in her pussy and mine on her
tit. He was red in the face and I think trying not to come
himself.

Fi wanted to argue about who went down on Adam first but I
wouldn't budge. She knew what to do, so she could show me.

It was all over very quickly. Fi licked him and took him in her
mouth and took my hand to stroke his willy. It felt as nice as it
looked, but Fi took it away cos he was nearly there and then it
was MY TURN.

I didn't have time to be nervous, I licked it like Fi did but he
was ever so impatient. I took it in my mouth and it was salty
like but nice and then it was spurting LITRES of come!

It was warm and salty, sort of like Scottish porridge but I
couldn't get it in my mouth and it spilled EVERYWHERE and then Fi
ordered me to swallow it - bossy bitch!

I did my best and I swallowed a lot, but it's a bit slimy. Not as
bad as I thought though - could get used to it...

Looked down and it was all over me so I got my own back on Fi by
making her lick it off. She grumbled about it but got into it and
licked it off my face. Then she started on my tits and licked my
nips which felt REALLY COOL.

The she kissed me and it turned into a real snog with mouths full
of that stuff and we rolled about together. She gave my breast a
return squeeze on Adam's blind side. NICE!

We all snuggled together with Adam in the middle but when I
woke, he'd gone for a pee and Fi and I were all over each other.

We had to dash but on the way out Adam cleaned his come off me
with a hanky like mum does (chocolate or ice cream, not semen,
obviously). I even KISSED him!

Me and Fi were very quiet on the bus going home - I'm not sure
what I'll say when we meet today. I mean, WHAT is going on? We're
not lezzies, are we? That snog was the real thing - for me,
anyway.

That's mostly what I was thinking of when I was playing with
myself earlier - along with Adam's willy of course - but then
that makes me NOT a lesbian...

I'm REALLY confused!

Four o'clock now - must get some sleep.

After school.

Katie turned up outside the school at lunchtime today and we gave
her the envelope. She was very grateful, but so she should be,
considering what we'd done for it! She was a bit surprised it was
in 50s, but Fi said we changed it at the bank so it would be
easier to carry. She faithfully promised to give it back when her
money arrives at the end of the month.

Fi and I were still a bit edgy round each other, but Katie was
there so we couldn't say much.

Had a LONG talk with Fi after school in the caff. We were very
careful to look out for lurking wrinklies when we chose our seat.

I think we sorted quite a lot out, but Fi's coming round here
tonight. Mum will be out, so we'll have the house to ourselves. I
wonder what will happen then?


CHAPTER 4 - JEAN AND FIONA IN THE CAFÉ - AND AT HOME

Fiona and I got our Cokes and took our seats, well away from
prying eyes and ears.

We sat there for a moment, just staring into our Cokes, then Fi
asked "Did you enjoy last night?"

A long pause and then I admitted I had "I didn't expect to, but I
really got into it..."

"He wasn't too bad, for an old pervert, was he, J. I mean he
didn't treat us like sluts and ho's, did he." Fi was delicately
tiptoeing around the real issue.

"No, he was all right, Fi, but DID you enjoy it?"

"Well, I loved doing the strip; I think that might be my
speciality. Did you notice I'd shaved?"

"Yes, Fi, I noticed. I thought Adam would have a heart attack.
As a matter of fact I very nearly did, too! What possessed you to
do that?"

"Well, J, I wanted something special to finish my act, so I got
up early and shaved myself. It's a bit itchy - what do you mean
YOU nearly had a heart attack?". We were getting there now.

"Well, of course, I wasn't expecting it and then I was really
excited watching him stroke his thing..."

"Yes, Jean, I noticed your hand up your skirt.", she commented
dryly.

"Yes, well, and then I saw that you'd shaved and that turned me
on a bit..." I wondered if I'd said too much.

"H'mm. Mind you, since we're owning up, it turned me on
watching..." Quick look round for lurking wrinklies, "you know,
when you did yourself right next to me. I've never been that
close before. Well, I've not seen it from a distance, either...
Oh, you know what I mean"

So, it was out - we'd each been turned on by the other!

"You seemed to have a bit of a problem when it was your turn." I
ventured.

"Yes, I was so excited and then I suddenly went shy. What you did
was brilliant" She squeezed my hand on the table. By now we were
so close our foreheads were almost touching. "I mean, calming me
down that night and hugging me, and... well you know... stroking
my b-breast" It's a long time since I'd heard Fiona struggling
for words, but she was now.

"I squeezed it as well", I giggled and we went off in a fit of
giggles, mostly out of relief that we hadn't upset each other.

As we raised our heads, I saw the ancient waitress sidling
towards us with cloth in hand, obviously on the lurk, and let go
of Fiona's hand. She gave the waitress a Look that sent her
scuttling back to her lair to polish the filthy counter.

She'd broken the mood, though, and we talked about the money and
when, and indeed whether, we'd get it back.

As we got up to leave,  Fi squeezed my hand and whispered "see
you later, love", but with a wink. What WILL happen then?

****

The doorbell rang about seven, and it was Fiona. I let her in and
we just stood there in the hall, not knowing whether to hug, kiss
or what...

In the end, she took me by the hand and led me up to my room. I
couldn't help thinking I should have done that.

We sat side by side on the bed, which brought back a few
memories, and Fiona asked "Now, J, where were we before we
started giggling?"

"Well, we were talking about, well, you know, snogging and that".
I'm sure I was blushing bright red and it shows on my pale skin.

I thought she might make a move then - we seemed to be sat more
closely than usual. Instead, she asked "What did you think about
the next bit, then, J?"

"What, you mean the...". I simply couldn't find the right word.

"The technical term is 'fellatio'", Fiona said in her most
schoolmistressly voice."

"Well, you would know, wouldn't you", I said crossly.

She looked offended for just a moment, then giggled, "So should
you, now!".

"I suppose I should", I said, giggling myself now. "It wasn't as
bad as I thought it would be - in fact, I quite enjoyed it. I
loved the feel of his willy. It didn't last very long though."

"You seemed to learn very quickly", Fiona smiled. "I've always
said I'm a good teacher. What about when he came, though?"

"Honestly, Fi, it didn't taste bad but there was so much of it.
It was going everywhere. Sorry about making you lick it off..."

"Actually, J, that was Adam's idea." (Was it? I thought, I'd
swear it was mine)

Fiona must have read my thoughts. "You encouraged him, though."

"Sorry, Fi, was it really gross?"

"No, it was really cool. I love the taste, and licking off your
face and tits was really sexy. Did you feel me licking your
nips?"

I should have been dead embarrassed but a stronger feeling was
bubbling up. "Yes, it made me tingle all over."

"ALL over, J?"

"Yes, especially THERE, Fi!"

"And when we kissed with our mouths full of come and I squeezed
your titty?"

"Ooh, YES!"

"Like this?" She hooked her left arm round my waist and pulled me
to her, kissing me and pushing her tongue in my mouth. I froze
for a moment, then responded enthusiastically. After a moment, I
felt her other hand creep up under my T-shirt.

I was doing IT with another girl, my best friend, without a man
for an excuse! I forget all about that when Fiona fondled my
breast through my convent-issue brassiere.

"I love your titties, J", she whispered in my ear.

"But they're hardly there at all", I protested.

Fiona's answer was to back off a little and roll up my T-shirt.
She lifted the cup off my left breast and suckled the nipple. It
felt WONDERFUL!

"Your turn now, my beautiful", she murmured, and did the same to
my right.

I could feel the draught from the window on my damp abandoned
breast and I felt ready to float away on the breeze.

"Let's have these things off, shall we?" roused me from my
reverie. I lifted my arms for Fi to peel off my T-shirt and bra.

"Beautiful, J". All this praise was making me feel dizzy. "Pity
there's nothing to lick off".

"There's cream in the fridge", I said, only half-joking.

"Maybe next time. Now, it's my turn". She peeled off her sweater
to reveal a white lace-trimmed bra that I'd never seen before. It
was as sheer as last night's, and her dark nipples were visibly
erect against the thin material.

"Is that new, Fi", I gasped, unable to drag my eyes away. "Yes, J
love, just for you. Why don't you feel how smooth it is?"

I ran my hands over the thin material and kissed her through it.
Before I could get my lips round her nipples, she unfastened it
behind her, and I found myself feasting on those breasts that I'd
envied for so long.

I had a memory of last time, and licked a nipple just as she'd
advised me to do to Adam's rod - it seemed to have almost as
much effect on her!

Fiona got up, rather belatedly drew the curtains - any voyeur had
probably had his eyeful by now - and stood in front of me at
arm's length.

She kicked off her shoes and lifted her skirt to shown that her
knickers matched that sweet brassiere. Almost as an afterthought,
she stroked herself for my delectation and delight.

She blew me a kiss, then let her skirt fall bsck over her thighs.
She turned away to unfasten and unwrap the skirt, letting me see
her bum in those delicious panties, and turned back to me.

I was expecting a repeat of last night's routine, but Fi was more
subtle than that. She moved right up to me so that my feet were
between hers.

"Do you like my knickers, J? See how sheer they are?" They were!
I could see her pussy lips almost a clearly as when she naked
stood in front of me last night.

"Feel how smooth they are, Jean".

I stroked the fine material, then cupped my hand over her mound.

"They're smooth inside as well, love", she smiled down at me. I
slipped my hand inside and touched a girl's pussy for the first
time (other than my own, obviously. At least I knew which bits to
stroke). It was warm and very damp, and I wondered if mine would
feel as good to someone else. With any luck I'd soon find out!

Fiona gasped as I made contact, and I looked enquiringly up at
her. "You said you were all scratchy, but you're lovely and
smooth!"

"Of course! Do you think I'd shave for a client but not for you,
Jean?"

"But, Fiona, did you know we were going to...?"

"Of course. Didn't you?" And, thinking about it, I suppose I
did.

"Now, Jean, if you'd like to take them off for me?"

I removed my hand from its snug nest, noticing an aroma like that
of my nightly exercises, but subtly different, I guess we all
taste - I mean smell - different. God, where did that thought
come from?

Fiona twirled to show me her bum and I teased myself by juggling
those knickers down over her little buttocks, kissing each as it
was revealed.

Then I turned her round and unveiled that pussy I'd admired so
much last night. As I pushed the garment down her legs I had to
lean forward, and I gave her a little peck on her shaven mound.
Fiona stood still for a moment, as if expecting more, then bent
down and kissed me on the forehead.

"Your turn now, Jean", she whispered and, as I rose, she took my
place, sitting naked and proud on my bed. The bunnies would have
been horrified, but they were lost forever, along with my
innocence.

I stood in front of Fiona, naked to the waist and stripped
functionally. I silently swore that I'd get undies like Fiona's,
even if I had to go on the game. Then I though of the fifty I'd
earned for just that the other night. I could go shopping with Fi
and she could hide it from Mum's Underwear Police.

While thinking these thoughts, I suddenly found myself standing
stark naked in front of Fiona. I thought she might reach out and
touch me. Instead she stared at my pussy and asked" Let me see
you do it again, J. It makes me so hot".

"OK, Fi love, but I don't think I can come stood up like this".

"Just let me see you - you'll come later, I promise".

So I stroked myself right in front of Fiona's face, opening my
thighs wide to give her the best view. The tingle was lovely, and
I wasn't going for the big one. Fiona leaned forward and kissed
and licked my working fingers.

Then she gently moved my hand away and kissed and ruffled my
sparse blonde pubes. "These are lovely, pure gold, you know? Come
to bed, darling".

Fiona stood up, took my by the hand, and led me to my own bed.
She laid me down, stroking me as she did, then lay beside me.
"Let's kiss like we did yesterday". We did, and we twined
together as we had after Fi had finally made it.

This time though, we were both still on fire and I soon felt
Fiona's fingers between my legs. I had a moment of doubt, until
Fi's "Please, Jean love, please" decided me, and I applied all
that I had learnt alone in this bed to Fiona's willing body.

We came very quickly and together, then cuddled close until we
were ready to take it slowly and luxuriously. I'll never forget
Fi's attention to my breasts that, forty-eight hours ago, I had
though to be non-existent.

She licked all overe them, then sucked the nipples in and nibbled
at them like a gentle rabbit until she only had to touch my
clitty to make me wriggle in ecstasy and have a lovely gentle
come. Who said bunnies were puke-making?

I fell asleep almost straight away, a habit of the solitary
love-maker, and was awakened by a familiar scent as Fiona took my
index finger and placed it under my nose. She slipped it between
my lips and I noticed that it tasted similar to, but not exactly
the same as when I'd performed my nightly duty. Fi then lapped at
her own finger with every sign of enthusiasm. I wondered if she
was making a point. I wondered if I wanted to take her up on it.

I snuggled up to her and thought "If this is being a lezzie, who
needs men?".



CHAPTER 5 - THE SECOND SESSION

The girls didn't ring over the weekend, and, by Wednesday
morning, I began to wonder whether they'd keep their promise to
visit me twice more. They already had the £600 they needed to
replace the money they lost in the wash, and maybe they felt
they'd rather not repeat the indignity of masturbating for my
pleasure and blowing me for the £100 bonus I'd promised.

On the other hand, they seemed to have enjoyed themselves (and,
to a surprising extent, each other), and they seemed quite happy
when they left. But then who understands women, let alone
schoolgirls?

I wasn't too disappointed; since my lottery win, the money was a
drop in the ocean. It would be a pity not to see them again, but
the memories of that evening would remain with me for a lifetime.

I was consoling myself thus, and considering the option of a
quiet wank, when the phone rang. Rapidly putting away the old
man, I picked up the mobile to hear a rather posh young voice say
"Hello, Adam". I recognised Jean's number, but that wasn't her
voice.

"Hello, Fiona, I thought you'd vanished", I said seriously. "It's
very rude to  seduce an old man and not to ring him next day".

"We didn't... Oh, you're teasing, aren't you".

"'fraid so, love. How are you and the lovely Jean doing?" A
suppressed giggle confirmed my suspicion that both girls were
listening.

"I'm fine, thanks, and so's Jean, aren't you?"

A more audible giggle confirmed that Jean was indeed doing well.

"Listen, I know it's short notice, but can we come round this
afternoon?"

"Shouldn't you girls be at school? It's not half-term, is it?"

"No, silly, it's an in-service day". We didn't have those when I
were a lad, and I didn't feel inclined to ask. "We haven't told
our mothers, so we've got the whole day free. Can we come over,
we've got something special to show you".

More giggling off stage...

"What might that be, Fiona?"

"Ooh, couldn't possibly say over the phone, but I think you'll
like it!"

"Sounds good to me - give me an hour to get sorted, Fiona, and
tell Jean to stop giggling. It's not very grown-up."

"Neither am I, as you very well know", butted in Jean. "See you
at twelve-thirty". They both seemed very bubbly, and I had a
sneaking suspicion as to why.

"OK, see you then. Bye, girls".

That gave me time for a quick bath and dress and the short walk
to my 'safe house'. I was profoundly glad that I hadn't stooped
to self-abuse - that would have been a terrible waste under the
circumstances.

I was ready for the girls when they arrived, and they were much
more relaxed than on the previous occasion. I was once again
knocked out by the contrast between Jean, the blonde, with her
light blue eyes and Fiona, the brunette, whose eyes were a
soulful brown.

Most fifteen-year-old girls are attractive, but these were a
stunning pair - even fully-clothed. Both girls were wearing
summer frocks; Jean was in green and Fiona in red.

Fiona's green bra straps were revealed by her sleeveless dress,
as is the fashion, but Jean's were a mystery to be revealed
later.

I had wondered whether to seat them in the lounge, but Fiona made
a bee-line for the stairs and Jean followed. I was admiring her
legs and restraining myself from slipping my hand up between
them. I'd yet to touch either girl intimately, although they'd
both gone down on me.

When Fiona stopped suddenly, I very nearly did so to keep my
balance. She turned to face Jean on the step above, took Jean's
hand, and acted out my fantasy for me. Fiona led Jean's  hand up
her dress and, lest I miss anything, lifted up the front to
expose her knickers.

At Fiona's urging, Jean stroked two fingers up and down that
silky green crotch - my guess about their "special" performance
had been right.

I simply couldn't restrain myself. My hand found itself between
Jean's legs without conscious intent, and my fingers felt the
warmth of that damp little pussy through the thin material.

She emitted a little "Eek!" and closed her legs, a tactical
error, as it squoze my fingers even more firmly into her gusset.

She turned to me and complained "Adam!", rather in the fashion
of an offended maiden aunt. Her complaint might have had more
force had she not, a moment before, been fondling the same
delightful area of her best friend.

Fiona now took charge. Despite Jean's body being between us,
she'd sussed what I was up to. "Don't let him do that, J. He
hasn't paid for it. He has paid for this, though!"

So saying, she pulled aside the crotch of her knickers with her
right hand to reveal that she was once again clean-shaven. Then,
with her left, she coaxed Jean's hand back to the perch it had
abandoned when mine went out of control.

At first, Jean just held Fiona's pubic mound in her hand, raised
and cupped as if to receive "any spare change?" My hand was
similarly deployed between Jean's thighs. Despite her protest and
Fiona's joking but accurate summary of the financial position,
she'd done nothing to remove it from its warm nest.

When Jean started stroking her schoolmate with two fingers, I did
the same to her, albeit through a thin layer of nylon. From the
wiggle of her pert little bum, I gathered that my intrusion
wasn't entirely unwelcome.

Fiona broke up our little party by gently detaching Jean's
fingers from her pussy and proclaiming "Right, J, into the
bedroom and we'll show Adam what we've learnt".

She matched action to words and Jean followed promptly, leaving
my fingers groping at thin air.

The girls sat on my bed as before, and I, remembering the
problems I had last time, removed my jeans before sitting on the
chair facing them.

Even through my underpants, my erection was quite obvious and,
once again, Jean eyed it with keen interest.

Fiona, though, had other plans. "You see, Adam, Jean and I got
very excited watching each other last time we were here, and we
even touched each other up a bit. Then, next day, we really went
for it. It was great, wasn't it, J?"

Jean, bless her, blushed a little but admitted that it was
"Really cool".

"Yes, J, and we both came twice, didn't we?"

Jean admitted that Fiona's figures were roughly accurate.

"Now, we're going to do it for you, and we won't take No for an
answer!"

You'll believe me when I say that rarely has that monosyllable
been further from my lips.

What I saw was not a pornographic display put on for a dirty old
man, although I'd enjoyed that last time around. What I got was
two lovers showing off their lovemaking for an appreciative
audience. The only discordant note in this lesbian paradise was
Jean's occasional wistful look at my mighty-ish organ,  which was
soon out of its lair and in full cry. Fiona's attention was
otherwise engaged.

The girls started with a full-on snog. Then Fiona slid her hand
up Jean's frock. Lest I should think this was innocent play, she
lifted the skirt with her other hand to show her fingers stroking
where mine had done a moment before.

Just for your information, dear  reader, Jean was wearing lacy
black panties, which had clearly not been approved by Mum's
Underwear Police.

"Come on, J", she whispered, and Jean's hand disappeared up her
red dress. Soon, Fiona whisked Jean's dress over her head and
Jean followed suit with Fiona's.

With her hand on Jean's breast she urged "Come on, J, take this
off for me - and Adam, of course". It's always nice to be
included, even as an afterthought.

Jean did as she was told, seemingly less shy of her body than
last time. Fiona turned her to face me, saying "Look at those
lovely breasts, Adam! She told me she hadn't got any..."

She proved just how wrong Jean was by stroking, nuzzling and
suckling those darling little mounds to whimpers of pleasure.

Jean managed to look embarrassed, proud and very aroused all at
once.

"Now me, J, love". She stripped off her brassiere without making
a show of it, and leaned back to receive Jean's attentions. With
a sidelong glance at my erection, which I was desperately trying
not to over-stimulate, Jean lowered her head to the left breast,
it's brown erect nipple a tempting target (at least, I was
tempted).

Fiona was soon gasping and, when Jean switched breasts, I
couldn't resist any longer.

I got up and rubbed the tip of my erection against her damp
nipple and, when Jean turned to find the cause of her gasp, I did
the same to her little pink right nipple.

The girls must have wondered if I was trying to get further
involved, but I sat down again, my willy still tingling with the
contact.

Both girls stared at me for a moment. It might have been wishful
thinking, but I thought I saw regret on Jean's face.

"Sorry, girls, got a bit over-excited there.  It's one of the
sexiest sights I've ever seen.  Do carry on".

Fiona gave me one of her Looks, but they did. "Now, Adam, if
you've stopped fidgeting, J's going to do me and then I'll do
her. I take it you'll want a good view?"

I nodded to indicate that indeed I would. Fiona stood up in front
of me to remove her panties and stood for an extra second or so
to give me a close-up view of her assets. I bent forward and
placed a peck on her shaven mound.

Without reacting, she sat down opposite me, legs akimbo and put
her right arm round Jean, urging "Come on, J".

Jean was more than ready. She bent down and to her left and put
her right hand on Fiona's belly. She slid her fingers down over
her bare pubis and between her lips and started gently stroking
up and down.

I couldn't resist copying Jean's rhythm, but I noticed that her
attentions to Fiona put my actions right in her line of sight.

On a whim, I speeded up and so did Jean; I slowed down and so did
she... I was masturbating Fiona by proxy! I had to stop though.
Firstly, Fiona's head was thrown back in ecstasy but if she
looked down we were both dead and, secondly, I was about to come
far too soon.

When I stopped, Jean looked across and winked at me; we both knew
what we'd been doing!

Fiona was very near by now, and she even grabbed Jean's wrist to
make her speed up. The little blonde wouldn't be bullied and used
her free hand to trap Fiona's. "Don't rush me, Fi".

She went even slower, making Fiona gasp and wriggle as she
squeezed a breast with her rejected hand. Jean moved her fingers
up to Fiona's clitoris and commanded "Now, Fi, come for me!"

Fiona obeyed almost instantly; she shook and shivered and
screamed "Oh, yes, J", as her thighs scissored shut on her
friend's wrist.

She fell back on the bed as Jean rolled on top of her and they
kissed deeply.

When they emerged from their cuddle, Fiona was once more in
charge. "Right, J, your turn next, then we'll do Adam".

It was my turn to throw a spanner in her plans. "Sorry, Fi" (it
was catching) I simply can't wait that long". Jean nodded; she'd
been paying attention to my penis, now in an almost painful state
of engorgement.

Fiona looked annoyed and Jean baffled; then Jean, of all people,
came up with a solution. "Tell you what, Adam. Why don't I do
you while Fi does me?"

Neither of her partners in this enterprise could think of an
objection, although it took a fair amount of arm-waving to
arrange. In the end, I lay on my side at the edge of the bed with
Jean lying on her back with head turned towards my crotch and her
body the other way round. Fiona knelt between her open legs, and
we were finally ready.

The activity had allowed me to retreat from the brink, and the
sight of my apparatus inches from her face seemed to have stoked
up Jean even more, which was just what we needed.

Fiona blew the whistle by ruffling Jean's golden pubes, and we
were off. Initially, Jean applied the techniques she'd learnt
from Fiona, tongue under the helmet and gentle suction (this time
she had to do the stroking herself, Fiona being employed at her
other end, so to speak).

Soon, though, Fiona's activity between her legs (and right in
front of my eyes) distracted her from her task. I found myself
rubbing my cock over her face as she gasped her way towards
orgasm.

When she came, she opened her mouth wide to scream and I seized
my opportunity (and my willy) to wank off into it. My load and
her climax made her gasp and gag but, when she'd returned to
Planet Earth, she took my penis into her mouth and sucked out the
last few drops.

I heard a cry of ,"Save some for me, J", as Fiona laid herself
alongside to kiss her classmate and share my semen.

As she wriggled into position, her crotch came within inches of
my face. I could smell her arousal as well as that of her friend.
I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to my mouth.

"Adam, what ARE you doing?" My tongue fluttered. "Mm. S'nice,
though."

"What IS he doing, Fi?".

"He's licking my pussy, J".

"Ugh, gross".

"No, it's cool - you should try it".

I don't think she meant right now, but I pushed her away and
buried my face between Jean's still-open thighs. I felt her
sparse pubes tickle my nose as I set to work on her sensitive
parts.

"Ooh, that is good, Adam. Ooh, more, please".

"Sorry, girls, that's all for the day", and I raised my face from
Jean's delightful teenage crotch. "We can try that next time".

Jean pouted a little but, just to show there were no hard
feelings, kissed my much-reduced penis and took it in her mouth,
fascinated by how small it had become, although it was already
showing signs of life.

I stroked her hair as I removed him from her mouth, and then
turned on the bed so that we were facing the same way. I gently
kissed Jean and then Fiona to let them taste their own musk.

"Haven't you girls ever had that done to you?"

Jean shook her head as one giving an answer expected of her;
Fiona was more expansive. "You guessed that I've done it to boys,
but they've never done it to me. I'd have jumped at the chance if
they offered!", she laughed.

"And you've never thought of doing it to each other?"

They looked at each other and giggled - quite clearly they'd both
thought about it, even if they hadn't followed it through.

We had more time to sort ourselves out this time. We all showered
- unfortunately there wasn't room for three in the shower, but
the girls enjoyed themselves judging by the giggles and screams
and the depth of water on the floor afterwards.

It was nice to be more organised but, when they left in a rush
last time, I had enjoyed cleaning my come off Jean's face with
a wet hanky.

I sat and watched them dress; a minor pleasure, but not one to
be despised. Then it was time for them to go. They both hugged
and kissed me and I slipped a couple of fifties into Fiona's bra.

"Right, young ladies. Don't forget your homework. A session of
mutual oral sex before our next class".

"Yes, sir", they laughed, and giggled their way out.



CHAPTER 6 - INTERMISSION

It was Saturday, a few days after my three-way session with the
girls. In my half-awake mind, I  was reliving the Sapphic
performance that they'd put on for my pleasure, and wondering
whether they'd explore the delights of oral sex before our next
meeting, as I'd suggested just before they left.

This was getting me quite warm and, in the reasonable expectation
that they wouldn't visit today, I was considering taking the
matter in hand.

Just as I was getting comfortable, my mobile rang. I didn't
recognise the caller's number, but since only Jean  and Fiona had
the number of that mobile, I had a good idea who was calling.
Still, I kept quiet when I answered, just in case.

"Hello, is that you, Adam?"

"It is, Jean" (for it was she). "How are you doing, love?"

"I'm deep in it, Adam. Mum knows yesterday was an in-service
day! One of her idiot friends in the self-awareness group
complained about it to her. She's grounded me and taken away my
mobile for a week for lying about the in-service day - that's why
I'm on the house phone. Even worse, she told Fiona's mum and
she's grounded too".

"Sorry to hear that, J, but she didn't guess what you were
doing?"

"No, I got the third degree about what I did yesterday and she
went through the full charge sheet of things I'm not allowed to
do. I'm not a good liar, but I didn't have deny anything on the
list, so I got away with it".

"What, sex with schoolgirls and old men not on the list then, J?"
I'd slipped into using the girls' nicknames as they did.

"No, neither of those.". She giggled at the thought. "Only boys,
and you don't really... Ooh, sorry, Adam".

"That's all right, love, I don't qualify by at least forty
years", I laughed. "We can wait a week, can't we?"

"Yes, but it's a little more awkward than that. You see, I'll be,
well you know, out of action soon after".

"I understand, J, after all I've been married twice! Can we
pencil in next Thursday?"

"That'd be great, but it means we won't be able to do our
homework".

"Then you'll have learn on the job. I might even provide some
visual aids".

"H'mm. I could even pick some up on the Internet - if that wasn't
banned as well, while I'm grounded", she sighed.

"Yes, and I bet I know what you'd do while you watched them!
Where are you now?"

"Well, mum's out pushing leaflets through doors, so I'm using the
extension in her bedroom - she doesn't trust mobiles. I'm laid on
her bed. In my nightie, in fact...". There was an edge to her
voice that hadn't been there before.

"Is it a sexy nightie, J?" I was getting into this.

"No, it's a yucky little girly nightie with icky little birds on
it".

"No bunnies, J?"

"No, but it's got sweet little wobins and spawwows. Yucky..."

"I like getting into little girls' icky little nighties...", I
insinuated.

"I bet you do, you dirty old man", Jean giggled.

"Indeed I am, J. Can you feel my dirty old hand squeezing your
titty through your icky little nightie?"

"Ooh, yes. Can you feel my hand stroking your willy through -
what are you wearing, Adam?"

"A striped cotton nightshirt, J".

"That is so NOT cool, Adam. Still, I can feel your willy through
it".

"Only BAD little girls stroke old men's willies, J. I hope you're
not enjoying this... I'll just put my hand up your nightie to see
if you're getting wet".

"Ooh, yes I am. I can feel a dirty old man touching me in my
special place. I think I'll touch him as well..."

There was an interlude of heavy breathing and bedspringing.

"There's a bad little girl stroking my cock and I do believe I'm
going to come soon..."

"Hang on, I'm nearly there too, he's got his fingers right inside
me... Oh, yes, here it comes..."

It took me a few seconds longer but I came hard. "Yes, feel me
come over your hand and all over your little titties. Ooh, YES!!"

Our breathing gradually subsided back to normal. "Mmm. That was
nice, Adam. I haven't done it over the phone before".

"Have you thought of doing it with Fi?" I enquired.

"Yes, but there's always someone around in her house and, of
course, she doesn't have her mobile. Maybe we could do it again,
though?"

"Maybe we could, J. Right now, perhaps?"

"I don't think... I mean, my mum will be back soon. Oh, right,
you're teasing, aren't you?"

"Too right, J. I'm not eighteen any longer. It takes a while for
me to give a repeat performance these days. Anyway, you'd better
not be in your mum's bed when she gets back."

"Yes, I don't think she'd approve of me masturbating for a dirty
old man in HER bed", she laughed.

"Indeed, J. Just one thing. Dial Directory Enquiries after you
hang up".

"You what? Oh, right, in case she hits the Repeat button. OK,
Adam. Take care, love. See you on Thursday if you don't hear
from me before".

"Take care, J, love. Give my love to Fi if you get the chance".

"Will do. If you have a message for her, ring me. She's bound to
ring me".

"OK, love, will do. Tell her about Thursday".

"Surely will. Bye bye, Jean".

Well, that had been a close shave, but Jean had showed courage
under fire. Nice bit of phone sex, as well. Odd, though, that a
fifteen-year-old should play at being much younger.

All we could do now was wait for Thursday...

So we did. Fiona and Jean rang a couple of times and I passed on
some girlish trivia, as well as Thursday's appointment.

Jean's mum had arrived the very second she got back to her own
room, so she wasn't inclined to try any more phone sex, and Fiona
was never alone long enough to think about it.

Both mothers were extra-vigilant and, after our one session, Jean
had to make tea and toast for hers to stop her sniffing around
(literally!) in her own bedroom. Burning the toast was, I feel, a
master-stroke; if it was deliberate...

****

CHAPTER 7 - THE THIRD SESSION
On Thursday at lunchtime, Jean rang as expected. She had her
mobile back, the sanctions had been lifted and we were free to
meet.

Their mothers were still suspicious, though. We had to be
ultra-cautious; but, then, I always am.

The plan was to meet at not-really-my house at two o'clock. Both
girls had reported "unfit for games". The games mistress, a local
Tory worthy and suspected lesbian, wasn't going to talk to Jean's
mother; they described each other to their very different circles
as  "That Fascist thug" and "That loony Lefty", respectively.

It occurred to me that both girls would be in school uniforms; I
wasn't quite sure how I felt about that. Despite my role-playing
with Jean, I was very much treating them as young adults. I'd
have to play it by ear  - or whatever body part came conveniently
to hand.

When the doorbell rang, I was there to greet them and hustled
them indoors: NOT a good idea to be seen snogging schoolgirls in
uniform, even if it wasn't strictly my doorstep.

They wore surprisingly short blue skirts, white blouses and
striped school ties. I'd watched girls dressed like this from the
cafe, but this was the first time I'd got this close.

Once inside, they got the full hug. First, Fiona, with a soul
kiss that gained from a week of frustration, and a fondle of one
of those perfect breasts. Then, Jean, with her kiss that made up
in enthusiasm what it lacked in expertise, and my hand up her
skirt as we'd simulated on the phone.

I noticed that she was wearing thick underwear (well, even
thicker than Mum's Approved). These must be school uniform
knickers - I decided I quite liked them.

There was no question of staying downstairs this time; we
processed upstairs with Jean taking the lead and your author at
the rear. Halfway up, Fiona stopped and wiggled her bum at me in
invitation.

Being a gentleman, I could hardly refuse and I discovered that
she was also wearing school knickers. There seemed to be a
certain roughness underneath, but I didn't rush things - I'd find
out soon enough.

My curiosity got the better of me in another direction, though.
"I'm no expert, alas, but I didn't think girls wore uniform
knickers nowadays".

Fiona laughed and said "We don't, except for the ones Jean's mum
makes her wear". Jean scowled. "We do wear them for games,
though. It wouldn't do for passers-by to see me in my own
knickers".

"Yes, I can see there'd be a risk of heart attacks among men of a
certain age. Not a bad way to go, mind", I mused.

"If you two have finished rabbiting about knickers, can we get on
with things", called Jean from the top of the stairs.

All this time, I'd been gently stroking Fiona through her
knickers, but I detached my hand and we followed Jean into the
bedroom.

I sat in my customary throne, and the girls did a twirl in front
of me to show off their uniforms. I was a bit surprised that they
still wore their ties; all the girls I'd seen from the Jolly
Friar had ripped off their ties as soon as the got through the
school gates.

Fiona laughed. "It's a special treat for you, Adam. Now we're
going to give you another".

Both girls stripped together for me, starting with those school
ties, and leaving their dark blue gym knickers until last.

It will disappoint those readers with a school uniform fetish to
know that I was more turned on by the thought of seeing the two
fifteen-year-olds naked than by the sight of their school
clothes. Fiona's sexy lingerie had done much more for me - so it
goes.

When they got down to their knickers, they took turns. Jean
teased me with glimpses of her tiny buttocks before revealing her
darling blonde curls, on which I planted a little kiss, leaning
forward from my chair.

Then Fiona showed me her lovely rounded bum before turning and
removing her substantial undergarment to show me that her dark
hair, almost black, was growing back.

I kissed the sparse patch, then asked, "Lovely, Fi, but why did
you stop shaving her?"

"Well, Adam, I've been ultra-careful since we got sussed last
week. If my mum found I'd started shaving, she might put two and
two together... You don't mind, do you?"

"It's really sexy, Fi", and, to prove my point, I put my hands on
her bum, pulled her to me, and gave her a proper kiss, tongue and
all. Her hair was a bit spiky, but it was an interesting
sensation; I wondered how Jean would take it.

"Not fair, Adam. You didn't kiss mine like that", complained
Jean, not entirely seriously.

"I will, J", I promised. "and so, I hope, will Fi". Fiona's smile
and nod suggested that she would be happy to. "Now, if you'll sit
down, it's my turn".

I was confident enough by now to strip for the girls - I'm in
reasonable nick for my age, and the body part at their eye level
was fairly impressive, at least in its current state. When I was
naked, I presented it for close inspection to Fiona, who kissed
its head, and then to Jean, who took it into her virginal mouth,
and stroked it gently.

She'd been fascinated by my willy ever since she first saw it; I
wondered how far that fascination would take her. It was most
enjoyable, but we had other plans for the day. I pulled away and
sat back down.

"Now, girls, have you done your homework?" I was pretty sure they
hadn't, but it seemed a good way to introduce the subject.

"No, Adam, we haven't even met outside school until today",
complained Fiona.

"And I haven't even been allowed on the Internet", chipped in
Jean.

"Nor me, J. I've learned quite a lot in the past, though".

"What, you've watched women doing it to each other?" Jean sounded
shocked. "With their mouths and all? Did you? You know...".

Considering what she'd done quite happily with Fiona and me, Jean
was still amazingly shy verbally.

"Yes, Jean, I've watched women having oral sex and masturbated
while I did it. Do you have a problem with that?". This in
Fiona's most schoolmistressly voice.

"No, Fi", Jean said meekly.

"Never mind, J. I've prepared an instructional video", I
continued in the educational vein. "If you're sitting
comfortably, I'll begin". As I anticipated, the reference to
Children's Hour was lost on them. I picked up the remote and
started the DVD I'd prepared earlier.

The large screen on the wall behind me and to my left (and the
girls' right) lit up. It showed two barely legal and very
desirable teenagers sitting naked on a double bed. I knew the
video well. For the next ten minutes, they would give a
comprehensive demonstration of the art of cunnilingus,
culminating in a soixante-neuf in which they would experience (or
fake) mutual and volcanic orgasms.

I'd seen this show dozens of times, and it never failed to do the
business, but this time I was watching the girls, not the screen.


Fiona's hand went to her crotch almost immediately. Jean was more
doubtful; she watched with mouth open and thighs closed for
several minutes. Then she abandoned her goldfish impression and
her right hand found a little breast to squeeze. After a little
longer, her thighs opened and her left hand crept between them.

Fiona changed hands, put her right arm round Jean and kissed her
neck. Jean snuggled up to her, but nothing would distract her
attention from the couple on the screen. Her hand was moving
faster now, and her left breast was firmly held by Fiona. She
came with the couple on the screen; it was less dramatic but
undoubtedly genuine.

Fiona had concentrated on fondling Jean and had missed out on
hers. Now she turned to Jean. "Will you finish me off, J, love?".


Jean was still descending from her view of Heaven. "What, Fi?
Yes, of course...". She turned to her classmate and kissed and
suckled at her left breast. Fiona purred. Then Jean slipped her
hand between the open legs but Fiona gently pushed it away.

"Not your hand, love". Jean pulled away from that delectable
swelling and looked up, baffled. Fiona put the index finger of
her left hand, so recently engaged in her pussy, to Jean's lips.

"You mean? With my mouth..."

"Please, J. It would be lovely if you would..."

"OK, Fi. I'll try. Tell me if I do it wrong".

She knelt in front of me with her head between her young friend's
legs, as she opened them even wider. My view was blocked by
Jean's head but the sight of her taut little arse and the
pleasure on Fiona's face were adequate compensation.

"That's right, J, love. That's SO good. Up a bit, lover, lick the
button. Oh FUCK ME, yes". Fiona's face was a mask of ecstasy as
she reached her climax. Her legs closed around Jean's head.

"Stop now, love. That's enough". Jean didn't stop; she was taking
to this like a duck to water. "Please stop... Oh God, it's coming
again..."

She practically hauled Jean off by her ears and then flopped back
on the bed, exhausted. Jean turned to me and pouted. "I was just
getting started".

"You liked it then? You weren't put off by the stubble?", I
asked.

"It was really cool... Stubble? No, that was OK, too".

"And you didn't mind the taste?"

"No, I mean I've tasted it on my fingers when I, well, you
know... And when me and Fi, like...". Once again, that strange
verbal shyness.

"Is your little mouth exhausted?", I enquired, hopefully.

"What? No, of course not!". She looked down at my member, which
looked back at her with its monocular stare.

She shuffled round, still on her knees, and bent her head into my
lap to take him into her mouth. She fondled him gently with her
right hand and cradled my balls with her left.

I'd been enjoying the spectacle in front of me, rather than
playing with myself, so I had time to savour this blowjob. Jean's
technique was gentle and loving, and she led me to my orgasm,
rather than forcing me there.

I was concentrating on Jean's mouth around my cock, and her blue
eyes looking into mine but, out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Fiona get up from her swoon. She sat up on the edge of the bed
and stroked Jean's back and her golden hair.

"I'm nearly there, J. A little bit quicker with your hand... Oh
yes, I'm coming!"

I spurted, and felt Jean sucking out my soul through my penis.
Maybe there was less this time, or maybe she was getting more
skilful, but she got most of it in her mouth. She turned back to
Fiona who, by now, had her hands on her little titties, and
shared my offering without being asked.

They continued the snog long enough to make me a little jealous;
then Fiona leaned forwards to see if there was any left. I'm not
sure whether there was, but I enjoyed her attempt to find out!

"Me now, Fi!", Jean urged. "Shall I lie back on the bed, you
know... I mean, like... so Adam can see". The camera angles on
the 'instructional' film must have registered on her, but she
didn't find it easy to say.

Eventually, we worked it out. Jean lay along the bed on the side
nearest my chair and Fiona knelt between her legs. I pulled my
chair up close, so I was looking at Jean's crotch. Once again,
the contrast between her shy speech and shameless actions struck
me forcibly.

Jean opened her legs wider and whispered, "Come on, Fi, love".

Fiona lowered her head and I saw her tongue tip tentatively touch
Jean's lips. Jean wriggled and gasped, "Ooh, that's nice. More,
please".

For a while, I watched as Fiona gently licked her friend, like a
cat washing her kitten. Then Jean pulled her head down into her
crotch and I lost some of the visual stimulation. However, Jean's
gasps and cries as her excitement mounted more than made up for
it.

I leaned over to my right and teased her left nipple, first with
my fingers, then with my tongue, then my fingers again. As she
neared her climax, I raised my head and looked into those
beautiful blue eyes as she stared at her Holy Grail.

When she came, mewing like a kitten, I felt her vibration through
my fingers. I bent down and kissed her; she responded
enthusiastically. Of course, Fiona couldn't resist the
opportunity for revenge, and we were still kissing when she came
for a second time.

It was my job to haul Fiona off this time, and I kissed her to
taste Jean's nectar on her lips.

Then we both snuggled together with Jean as she lay there.  "Did
I do it right, J?", Fiona asked, although I suspected that she
knew the answer. "No, Fi, you were awful, she giggled. I only
came twice". We all hugged and kissed each other, and life was
wonderful.

It was Fiona who noticed that I still had an erection; it's a
difficult thing to miss when it's poking into your stomach. "Are
you still horny, Adam?"

I had to admit that watching her go down on Jean has turned me
back on. "Yes, but I'm not sure I can come a second time".

"I think we can arrange that, don't you, J?". Jean murmured her
assent. "Come on, then, J".

She waved her hands like a magician, and in a rather dilatory
flash, I found myself with a pussy at either side of my head, and
two eager faces staring at my crotch. As I'd predicted, my Second
Coming wasn't quick. They took turns with hands and mouths, and I
occupied myself by grazing on two teenage cunnies.

I honestly couldn't say whose mouth received my load, but I do
know I was licking out Fiona when it happened. The stubble didn't
put me off, either. By the time I looked southward, the girls had
already shared my donation, and were giggling together over my
shrivelled willy.

It amused them that, however much they prodded, tickled, kissed
or sucked it, there was no response. Mock-seriously, I warned,
"DO NOT TEASE THE GENITALS", but they burst into giggles.

We showered and dressed, and I noticed less giggling in the
girls' shower but much earnest conversation. I handed Fiona the
promised brown envelope with the two crisp fifties but, to my
amazement, she handed it back.

"No, Adam, we don't want paying. Jean and I really enjoyed it
and we were wondering if we could carry on doing it together".

Now, that WAS a surprise! "Of course you can, girls. That would
be magic! But you're sure there's nothing I can do for you. I
really am very well off". Even to me, that sounded pathetic.

"You can get us some sexy underwear if you like. I'm sure J would
appreciate that". Jean nodded her agreement. "If you keep it
here, we could dress up before we undress, so to speak".

"Something with wabbits on for J, then... Ow!" Jean had, quite
rightly, clipped me round the ear.

"Something with wabbits on for both of us, if you want us to play
at being little girls", Fiona suggested. Jean had obviously told
her about our little game over the phone.

Jean blushed, but she also nodded.

We said our goodbyes, with much hugging and kissing, and a last
grope at their school knickers. Fi would be in London for the
weekend with her parents, which might involve some interesting
shopping for posh knickers, spelt "lingerie", with her newly
hard-earned wealth  They would phone me to confirm our next
meeting. "Next" - what a delightful word!