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Subject: The Old Man and the Schoolgirls
Author: Methuselah
Keywords: Mff
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   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...

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   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 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.n

   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.

   .-----.  | | | | <----- Genuine tears | | | | '-----'

   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 Ishould 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?

   CHAPTER 8 - 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.

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