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This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at www.asstr.org/~aaronwebster/
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Monday, 4th September 2000.
At the end of their first day back at school, Annette Denning and her friend Michelle Moore, plumped themselves wearily down on the bus home. Both of them were 8 months pregnant and the 15 minute wait at the bus-stop had taken its toll. The journey to Annette's grandparents house was not long and both girls would have rather walked, than endure the gauntlet of shame that travelling on the bus entailed.
The two 14 year olds sat quietly and stared down at their white school blouses, pulled across their distended bellies. The old lady sitting opposite muttered to her friend. The old lady herself had offered herself to American servicemen during the war, when she was younger than the teenagers that she condemned. Her friend had once worked briefly as a prostitute to make ends meet, in a town far away and a time long ago. And the young mother, who frowned at the youngsters and attempted to distract her own child from looking at them, was conducting an affair behind her husband's back. That wasn't the point. Their sins were private, unrevealed. These girls displayed the results of their fornication to the world. For that they must suffer the condemnation of all whom they met.
Every day it was the same. Was it a fresh set of gawkers each day? the girls wondered. Or was it the same people who offered them fresh judgement with every journey?
As the bus came to a halt, the two pregnant teens gratefully shuffled off of the bus. The driver shook his head with disbelief at the things kids today would do, as the girls squeezed out of his bus. But his penis hardened as the girls revealed more than they should, because their bellies held their short school skirts away from their legs.
The girls trudged slowly down the road towards Annette's grandparent's house. They hadn't spoken since they had joined the queue at the bus-stop.
"Do you reckon they'll be in?" asked redheaded Michelle at last.
Annette shrugged.
"Will your granddad let us have some fags? I'm desperate for a fag." Michelle continued.
"Dunno," muttered her darker haired companion.
"My mum won't let me smoke anymore. Says it'll hurt the baby."
"Yeah."
"One fag won't hurt though will it?"
"Dunno."
"Will your nan be in?"
"Prob'ly"
"Oh... I don't think she likes me."
"Nan's alright." With that Annette pushed open the creaky gate that opened onto her grandparents scruffy front garden.
Michelle followed her in and watched as her young friend fumbled in her school bag for the key. Finally Annette found it and opened the front door.
"Nan, granddad!" she called, "its me."
Michelle followed Annette into the living room, where an old man with stained trousers looked up from the girlie mag he was perusing. He squinted at the girls, seeming not to recognise them for a moment, then called: "Audrey! Come here love, We got visitors!"
Annette's nan emerged from the kitchen and smiled broadly at the two girls.
"Hello my darlings," she said, "My you two look ready to drop. When are they due again?"
"End of the month, nan," Annette replied, although she knew that her nan was well aware of the answer already.
"Bring my son & heir over here, my dear, I want to have a feel," cackled granddad.
"I keep telling you, granddad, its not a son. Its a little girl."
"It'll be a tart like its mother then," sniffed the old man. "What about you my dear," he said to Michelle, "you'll have a little boy for me won't you, love."
"Yes, Mr Denning," murmured Michelle. She looked shyly at Annette's nan, as she moved forward to let the old man feel her belly. Audrey was 16 years younger than her husband, although at nearly 60 her still dark hair was now streaked with grey. Michelle always felt somewhat intimidated by her.
"That's my boy," granddad muttered, as he stroked the teenagers belly.
"You got any fags, granddad?" asked Annette.
"What? Ain't yer got a blow job for your old granddad then, you scrounging cow?"
"Ugh! You dirty old fucker!"
"Seems like a fair exchange to me since your under age."
"Is it clean?"
"Your nan cleaned it with her luscious lips this morning."
"Well its not clean then is it? Get a sponge."
"Audrey, love," called the old man, "get us a sponge will you. I'm on a promise here"
Nan sighed and disappeared back into the kitchen.
The old man moved his hand around from stroking Michelle's belly and began running it up and down the backs of her thighs, gently lifting and replacing her grey pleated school skirt. The redheaded adolescent trembled under his ministrations and sagged against his chair. He nestled his head against her breast and started to nibble at it through her white nylon blouse.
In a repeat of the scene that had taken place in this house way back at the start of the year, Annette knelt down awkwardly by her friend and started to tug her panties down. Once again, Michelle's labial lips poked out enticingly from between her ginger pubes and Annette pushed her nose in and tried to give them a lick. Michelle moaned softly, kicked off her panties and carefully lifted one leg onto the arm of the other vacant chair. Annette licked greedily at her friend's exposed cunt. She felt granddad stroking the back of her head in encouragement, as he clearly enjoyed the scene.
Nan walked back in with the sponge and took in the scene. Her husband was struggling with his free hand to undo the redheaded girl's blouse, whilst her 14 year old granddaughter licked at her best friend's quim. Like father, like daughter, the old lady sighed to herself. Audrey put the sponge on the table for a moment and then helped her husband to unbutton the teenager's blouse as the silly slut obviously wasn't going to do it herself. She reached inside the youngster's blouse and examined the teenager's bra. Thankfully, it unhooked at the front, so she wouldn't have to take the whole blouse off. Audrey, unhooked the bra and Michelle's swollen breasts with their dark aureoles tumbled out. Her husband gratefully pushed his head inside the young girl's blouse and began suckling on her tit. Michelle tipped her head back and let out a gentle "oh!".
Smiling, Audrey pulled down the zipper on her husband's trousers (they will need washing again, she reflected). His cock sprung out like a gnarled old branch and she gently wiped it with the warm sponge that she had retrieved from the table. When she had finished, Audrey quietly retreated to the kitchen, to prepare some tea, whilst her granddaughter (great-grand-daughter to be precise) tore herself away from her best friend's snatch and started to suck on her granddad's cock.
Albert had always like them young Audrey reflected, as she watched her husband's boney digit finger the ginger pussy that Annette's tongue had recently vacated. She herself had been just 14, when he, aged 30, had deflowered her. She had fallen pregnant straight away and a scandal was only avoided because he had done the gentlemanly thing and married her - this was 1955, after all. And if Audrey ever suspected that her husband had only done the gentlemanly thing to get himself unrestricted access to teen pussy, she was too dutiful a wife to say it publicly.
Audrey bore him a beautiful daughter, that they named Annie. And they were a model family. True, they swung a little more than most during the swinging sixties, but even Audrey was uncharacteristically shocked when she came home one day in 1969 to find her husband fucking their teenage daughter.
When she fell pregnant, they pretended that the girl she bore was their own (true in Albert's case) and they named her Alison. When Alison was nearly 15, Audrey was not surprised to find her having three-way sex with her 28 year old mother and her 59 year old father. They offered to let Audrey join in, but on that occasion she declined. She was also not surprised when her granddaughter also fell pregnant.
By 1985, teenage pregnancy was less of a scandal, and so there was less need to conceal it (except for the father's identity). Alison was given a small house by the council and brought Annette up as a single parent. Indeed, Audrey half suspected that history might not repeat itself this time, because her husband' would be into his 70s by the time little Annette became a teenager and he would not have quite the same access to her as he had to his other daughters.
But then on the eve of the millennium, Alison and Annette's stepfather wanted to go out with Michelle's parents and so had asked nanny and granddad to baby-sit. As the old man had plied the young girls with alcohol, Audrey had resigned herself to what would happen and determined to enjoy herself. And so they had all indulged in a rather giggly game of strip poker. Then the semi-naked ladies had debagged the old man when they found that he was cheating. At some point his gnarled old penis had gone off, discharging globs of sticky white cum all over them. Still laughing and giggling, granny & the girls had rubbed the stuff all over each other's writhing bodies.
Some time later, as the old man dozed in his chair, Annette had started to suckle at her nanny 's tits. Audrey didn't feel totally comfortable with this, but was not in a mood to resist. Then the lovely redheaded Michelle had lain down between Audrey's legs and licked her to such a sweet sweet orgasm, she had hardly dared look at the girl again.
When Annette fell pregnant, Audrey & Alison were not the least bit surprised. Audrey was almost proud that her husband had obviously lost none of his potency with age. For Michelle's parents it was of course rather more of a shock, but even though both teens became pregnant to together, even they did not connect it with that night at Annette's elderly relatives' house.
Audrey smiled again at the memory of Michelle's tongue, then pulling herself reluctantly back into the present, she poured the boiling water from the kettle into the tea pot, that sat on the tray next to four cups and saucers and a plate of biscuits.
Slowly Audrey lifted the tray and made her way back into the living room. Her husband was still sitting in his favourite chair, but now his trousers were round his ankles and his head leaned back in bliss as both of the young schoolgirls knelt in front of him licking and paying homage to his life-giving penis. Audrey almost put the tray down on their backs, as they made such a good table. But she put it down on the proper coffee table instead and flopped into the other armchair to take in the scene.
Annette & Michelle had their arms around each others necks and giggled incessantly, as teenage girls will, as their tongues lapped around Albert's dick and in and out of each others mouths. They seemed to each be trying to pull the other closer, as if that were possible. Michelle's tits hung down like udders from her open blouse and both girl's bellies seemed to be almost brushing the floor. Their short grey school skirts (tragically immodest for girls so pregnant!) revealed more of their arses than they hid. In Annette's case, they revealed a pair of damp white cotton panties, stretched across two sweaty buttocks, squeezed between thighs that chafed together.
Michelle's arse, however, was bereft of panties and her ginger cunt poked enticingly from between her swollen thighs. Audrey did not share her husband's peculiar desire to sleep with members of his immediate family, but even her eyes could be tempted by the sweet attributes of another pretty young girl. Audrey reached for the walking cane that always lay beside her chair. As she ran it up the inside of Michelle's inner thigh, the young teenager instinctively widened the space between her knees. Audrey had a good grip of the cane as its gnarled end stroked the pussy lips of the pregnant red head.
Michelle pushed her buttocks up, wanting the hardness of penetration. The cane slid into the young girl's moistened quim and Audrey pushed on it slowly and deliberately, enjoying a vicarious thrill at the youngster's mounting pleasure.
Michelle was breathing heavily now as she kissed her friend and licked Albert's old cock. The old man noticed a change in the young girls' intensity and began to lick his lips in anticipation. The cane thrust in and out, the girls licked up and down. Soon the old man's testes could take it no more. Sperm surged up from his balls and fountained into their waiting mouths. Michelle, still beside herself with building lust, licked at every drop she could find. Annette kissed her passionately and they shared the old man's milk of life.
As Audrey continued to masturbate Michelle with the cane, Annette flopped down exhausted on the floor with her head in her granddad's lap licking his diminishing manhood clean.
Soon Audrey's strokes grew slower and slower.
"Oh. I'm sorry my dear. I'm all puffed out," she apologised to Michelle.
"That's okay, nanny Aud," the young girl smiled, "at least I can still have a cuddle." And with that Michelle, got up and plopped herself down on Audrey's lap.
Audrey had to keep herself from gasping, as Michelle was no lightweight. Still it was rather pleasant to have a sweet young girl on her knee again. Audrey slid her hand along the teenager's thigh affectionately. She was amazed at how hot it was. 'Did I do that?'' she wondered. As her hand moved further along, under the young teenager's skirt, the temperature soared. The old lady's fingers gently probed the young girl's quim. It was sopping! Carefully she eased her thumb inside the youngster's tender folds. Michelle emitted a soft moan and began to stroke the old lady's hair.
Audrey continued to probe the young girl's tender depths, causing her to writhe and gasp and moan. The teenager pulled Audrey's head towards her exposed breasts. Audrey began to suckle at one swollen nipple, producing more moans from the frantic young schoolgirl. As Audrey licked and suckled, she suddenly found her mouth filling with a sharp tasting liquid. The young girl was lactating! Keen not to lose this unique bond, she sucked harder an was rewarded with more mother's milk. Meanwhile the pregnant young teen's moans were getting louder and Audrey reflected that orgasms often induced labour.
But as loudly as Michelle screamed, no baby emerged this time, just an exhausting but very welcome orgasm. The teenager craned her head down and began kissing Audrey gratefully. As the youngster's breast disengaged from her mouth, some milk dribbled down on to the old lady's top.
"Oh, God. I'm sorry," said Michelle, when she noticed.
"That's alright my dear," smiled the old lady, "Now that reminds me. Who would like a nice cup of tea?"
© Aaron Webster February 2001
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