The Old Man and the Schoolgirls Part 2 - 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 7 - An Unexpected Call

After my exertions on Thursday, I was lying in on Saturday
morning, as one does when one has a great deal of money and a
lazy temperament. I was half awake and toying with myself and
with the idea of a quiet wank, when my special mobile rang. This
was rather a surprise, as only Fiona and Jean had the number.
Picking it up, I saw it was the latter calling.

"Hello, J, lover. How goes? What can I do for your lovely self
this fine morning?"

Perfectly sincere; I had the image of Jean in front of me when
I'd started to stroke myself.

"Hello, Adam. I hope I didn't wake you, I waited 'till eleven. "

"No, that's OK, love. Funny enough, I was just thinking of you
and, well, you know..."

I was rather hoping for another bout of phone sex, and had taken
the first step in that direction, but Jean had other ideas.

"I was wondering if I could come over today..."

"Of course, J, but I thought Fi was away."

My hand stopped its activity, as I wondered what was going on.

There was a long pause, then Jean said, nervously, "I really
wanted to see you on my own."

"Of course, kitten. Any special reason?"

"Well, you've probably guessed I'm a virgin and Fiona isn't."

I had, so I let her go on...

"Well, I like doing things with you and Fiona but, you know, I'd
like to do it for the first time with you, but I don't want an
audience. I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, and I
won't mind and it won't stop us doing what we all do together,
like..."

She stuttered to a stop. My willy had shrunk with surprise, but
was beginning to rise again in anticipation.

"Of course, lover. Will you tell Fi?"

"Yes, I tell her everything, but afterwards, I think."

"Sounds fair. What time would suit you?"

"Well, mum'll be out all day on a demo, so if I come over
straight away, we can take our time."

"OK, I'll be ready for you. I'm looking forward to it, J."

"Ooh, so am I, Adam, love. I'm nervous, though. You will be
gentle, won't you?"

"Aren't I always?"

A moment's pause, while Jean thought. "Yes, you are... Even when
you got us to do all those things for you, you were really
gentle."

Since "those things" included masturbating in front of me and
wanking me off into her innocent mouth, for money that she
desperately needed, that was quite a compliment.

"Thanks, J, that's a lovely thing to say.  See you at the house
in half an hour?"

Just to explain, I met the girls at a "safe house", which was
quite definitely not owned by me or any of my companies. The fact
that it was next door to the house in which I slept, and which I
also didn't own, was an even better-kept secret.

"OK, Adam. I'm ever so excited and nervous." she giggled.

"So, my babber, am I. See you soon. Bye."

What does the well-dressed man wear to take a schoolgirl's
virginity? I've not the vaguest idea, since I would win the
Worst-dressed Man award in perpetuity, if anybody knew of my
existence.

Jeans and T-shirt were the order of the day, the latter with a
large smiley, which seemed appropriate, somehow.

As I slipped through the back garden to the "safe house", I
thought about my approach. In one sense, Jean didn't need to be
seduced. She was already more than willing. On the other hand,
the very direct approach of our previous sessions didn't seem
right for this special occasion.

It being a beautiful summer's day, a glass of bubbly in the
conservatory seemed appropriate. Not to get Jean drunk, you
understand, but to relax us both and to set the mood. I just had
time to dap out for some strawberries. Ludicrously expensive, for
those who have to worry about these things, and no doubt
disastrous for the environment, but this was a Very Special
Occasion.

Of course, because I hurried to get things ready, Jean's bus was
late. Our local bus company is probably innocent of Lust, but has
Sloth and Greed down to a T.

When I greeted her at the door she was almost as nervous as at
our first meeting and, dressed in yellow crop top showing her
delicious midriff, lime green shorts, white socks and daps, every
bit as desirable. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the nipples on
her perky little breasts were clearly outlined on the thin
material of her top.

As soon as she was inside, we embraced and kissed "with tongues",
as they say. I took the opportunity to stroke her tight bum as
she rubbed her tummy against my obvious erection.

When we let go of each other, she looked enquiringly at the
stairs to the bedroom, but I suggested "come and sit in the
sunshine for a moment", and led her into the conservatory, where
champagne and strawberries awaited her arrival.

"Ooh, that looks nice, Adam", she bubbled.

"Doesn't it just - let's tuck in."

So we did. We sat together on a rather nice wickerwork coach
sipping bubbly and feeding each other with strawberries in the
intervals between fondles.

Jean answered my unasked questions. "You see, Adam, I'm not very
experienced with boys, like Fi is. My mum doesn't approve of
boys, and she's really made me nervous of them. I suppose I've
only really been kissed a couple of times. One was really horrid
about it and that's when I got to know Fi 'cos I was in tears and
she comforted me 'cos she'd been there herself - no, I'd better
leave her to tell you that herself..."

"Yes, I understand, J. How was he horrible?"

"Well, he called me a lesbian because I wouldn't play with his
thing when he got it out at a party. He forced my hand down on
it, and tried to push my head down to it as well. I mean, I enjoy
playing with yours [explicit fondle to make the point]. But I
enjoy doing things with Fiona too, like, so maybe he was right; I
am a lezzie?"

"Given what your right hand's up to now, I'd say not", I grinned.
"Haven't you fancied boys - or men?"

"Well, yes, I mean I've masturbated since I was six and, as soon
as I was old enough to think about it, it's always been boys I've
fantasised about - well, older men, really. Fi says that's
because Mum threw Dad out when I was very young. I felt really
guilty about doing it until Fi told me that everybody did".

"Did your Mum make you feel guilty?"

"Well, that's the weird thing. She obviously didn't like me doing
it and tried to distract me when I was small, so I did it more
privately. When I was eleven, she caught me doing it reading a
sexy novel, and she said 'I suppose it's better than  boys', and
that's been her attitude ever since. I've just got on with it.
Maybe I do it too much, but I really love the feeling".

"Woody Allen called it 'making love to someone you know and
respect'", I quoted.

"Wasn't he a dirty old... Oh, sorry, Adam - I didn't mean..." A
blush spread across her already flushed features.

"That's all right, lover. I know what I am and I'm happy with
it."

"So am I", Jean whispered, slipping her hand inside my fly to
extract my erection.

"Mm, that's nice. So that pillock called you a lesbian. You've
never fantasised about girls or women when you masturbate?"

"Not 'till last week with Fi"  She giggled, and I felt it on my
moist fingertips, snuggled inside her shorts. "And, I don't know
why, but that's different".

"Sounds to me like you're trying out the options, J. Perfectly
normal and, if you do turn out to be lesbian or bi, so what?"

"True, and at least it would please my mother", Jean laughed.
"And now, Adam, take me upstairs and we'll do something that
certainly wouldn't".

Before making that move, we kissed again, and I took the
opportunity to gently twist a nipple with my well-lubricated
fingers.

We proceeded upstairs, demurely hand in hand, but with my penis
swaying like a jib in a storm. Thinks: I really must learn the
art of undressing gracefully; females seem to do it by instinct.

When we reached the bedroom, Jean hugged me and felt a damp
prodding in her bare belly region. "Bleurgh! What's that? Put it
away!"

Then, by way of apology, she bent down, kissed him, and took him
into her mouth.

"That's lovely, kitten." I protested, when I'd regained the power
of speech, "But weren't we going to put him somewhere else?"

"Yes, Adam love, but I have to tell you something".

"Yes, my kitten?"

"Well, a couple of years ago, I got a bit carried away with a
hairbrush handle, so I guess I'm not really... Well, you know..."

"If I was an Antolian peasant, I'm sure I'd be deeply offended.
I'm not, so I'm not. Just out of idle curiosity, did it hurt?"

"Well, it stung a bit".

"So, it put you off masturbation for a while?"

"Ooh yes, for at least ten minutes", Jean giggled.

"Come here, and I'll see if I can put you off for a bit longer",
I joked, lying back on the bed. "Take your things off and lie
down with me".

I peeled off my jeans and underpants while Jean stripped off
shorts and knickers (sorry, guys, I didn't notice their colour)
and she laid down half over me.

"Come on top, lover", I beckoned, and she knelt over me, her
pussy just touching the tip of my willy. "I'm ready when you are
- just imagine me as a centrally heated hairbrush..."

"Idiot!", Jean exclaimed, but she took my advice. She opened up
her lips with her fingers and let herself down onto me.

What can I say? If her mouth was pleasure, her tight hot wet
sheath was ecstasy. From her gasp, I could tell the pleasure was
mutual. "Now move up and down on your hairbrush", I instructed,
and she did. After all our teasing and the anticipation we'd
built up, it didn't last long.

I had thought that my age would be a sure defence against coming
too soon, but that defence was wearing perilously thin when she
gasped "Fuck me, fuck me, I'm coming!"

I'm glad to report that I was at least five microseconds behind
her when I convulsed and pumped her still-spasming body full. I
knew that I needn't pull out, having had the snip, but I hadn't
thought to tell Jean. In the height of the moment, it didn't seem
important.

"That was perfect, Adam, but you know I'm not on the pill?", she
said, when she'd returned to Planet Earth. "Even if, well you
know, that was worth it".

"It's all right, lover I am".

Once the mutual bafflement had been sorted, she snuggled up to
me, a fucked woman, no longer a little girl.

She confided to me, in total confidence,
the story of Fiona's first time, a rape in all but name, and told
me that her own first time had been perfect. "Dirty old men", she
whispered, "have had a very bad press. Every girl should try one,
at least for starters".

"Thanks, J, I'll put that testimonial on my T-shirt. Talking of
which, can I see your pretty little titties? I'll take off my top
if you will..."

In the excitement of events, we'd only stripped below the waist.

"Ooh yes, Adam. Here they are!"

I feasted on her sweet little nipples. I couldn't quite get a
whole breast In my mouth, but we both seemed to enjoy the
attempt.

After giving both breasts quality time, I moved up Jean's body
and nibbled her earlobe, then whispered "Again?", half in jest.

"Sorry, Adam. She's a bit sore; although if you really want
to..."

"No, that's all right; I wasn't really serious. You're all right,
though?"

"Brilliant. It was really really good. Tell you what, I've got an
idea".

She disentangled herself and lay back on the bed with legs
together and arms outstretched.

"Kneel over my chest and rest yourself on my titties. That's it -
now I can lean my head forward like so and kiss you".

She was as good as her word. I was back in Paradise, with her
mouth round my penis and my balls resting on her little breasts
and being prodded by her moist erect nipples.

"That's wonderful", I gasped. "Where did you learn that?"

She removed her mouth for a moment and laughed. "It's not only
dirty old men who look at porn on the Internet, you know. Now
enjoy!"

I did. Not only did she resume her sucking but she stroked me
with her right hand. It was delightful, but there wasn't quite
enough purchase for my second coming.

I took her hand and kissed it, then took myself in hand. "Come on
me, Adam", she whispered. "Come on my face".

"I'm nearly there", I gasped. "Open wide for me".

Jean lay with mouth and eyes open as I wanked myself to a climax.
Most of it went in her mouth, but some dripped on her face.
"Thank you, Adam", she said after swallowing. "Now the rest,
please".

I knew what she meant. I used my fingers to redirect as much as
possible into her mouth, and she sucked my finger as
enthusiastically as she had my willy.

"That was awesome, J. Sorry there was nothing in it for you".

"Nothing? I loved the feel of your parts on my titties and I love
the taste of your stuff. Now stop squashing me and give me a
kiss".

She was right. I'd been careful to keep my full weight off her
until I came; then I just sort of collapsed.

When we were again comfortable she whispered in my ear "That was
great, Adam. I could taste myself on your willy when we started.
Did you taste yourself when we kissed?"

I admitted that I did and we giggled like children. Then she
asked more seriously "We will do that again, won't we? I mean the
full sex thing..."

"We will indeed, kitten. Will you tell Fiona?"

"Oh yes, we'll chat tonight on the phone. Will you do it with her
as well?"

"That's rather up to her, J. I mean, you wanted your first time to 
be private; maybe Fi will, as well..." 

Jean thought for a moment. "Well, you know I said she'd been there
herself? Well, I can't say too much, but it was quite nasty. I know 
she comes over all bossy and experienced, like, but I think she 
might feel safer if I was there. I'll ask her tactfully, maybe when
we're... Well, you know that we sort of..."

"I know, kitten. I'm rather afraid I put you up to it."

"Don't be afraid, Adam, it's lovely, and it wasn't just you. We've 
been very close, sort of hugging and kissing, like for years, and 
I s'pect it would have happened anyway..."

Pause for a quick demonstration of those arts.

"So, can we come round together to do what we did today, Adam?"

"I'm not sure I could do you both in one session... Not without a 
break, anyway".

"Then we'd have to take turns", Jean laughed. "Or maybe you could
start on one of us and finish on the other..."

"I think you mean 'in' not 'on'", I joked. 'on' is what I just
did".

"I don't know so much", she giggled. "Some of it was 'in' my
mouth".

"True, lover. We'll just have to work it out as we go. That's if
Fi wants to do it, mind".

"She will, Adam love, as long as she feels safe. Trust me, I know 
Fiona". I must be a pervert, because I'm looking forward to 
watching".

"And to being watched, J".

"That too, Adam. Now, have we got time for a little zizz? I'm
knackered; I can't imagine why".

We had and we did. Is there any greater luxury than a après-sex
nap? I don't believe there is...

We showered together, too satisfied for more than a minor fondle. 
I lay back and watched Jean dress, and was amused to see her take 
her plain white bra out of her handbag to wear on the way home.

She noticed my amusement and explained that she couldn't be quite 
sure that her mother wouldn't be back early after an argument 
with her fellow demonstrators. It had happened, and if she saw 
Jean showing off those pretty little nips, there would be hell to 
pay.

After a final hug, she made her way to the bus stop, and I poured 
myself a celebratory forty year old Bowmore and mused on how 
wonderful life can be.