After School Delight Pt. 05

Harriet raised her face to Jenny expectantly, and was rewarded by the most sensual kiss imaginable, long and deep.

"I'm puzzled though," Harriet said, breaking off for a moment. "How did you manage to do that with a girl you've only just met?"

"Hmmm. You'd be surprised what I can persuade a girl to do if I put my mind to it," Jenny smiled.

They kissed again, as Harriet raised a hand to grip one full, firm breast through Jenny's thin summer dress. She squeezed and kneaded it roughly, as Jenny's hand moved down to the woman's crotch, grasping her aching pussy through the track-suit bottom.

Polina:

Despite Jenny's discomfort at Harriet's indelicate molestation, they began to move together, the gym teacher finding herself rapidly overcome by a sudden, burning passion, but before Jenny similarly allowed herself to become immersed in the moment, a faint sound distracted her.

It was like a cross between a whimper and a low moan. She looked up to notice a shadow moving in the doorway. Someone was there, watching them. She could see them moving through a crack in the doorway.

Jenny studied the shape. Perhaps a slight breeze may have moved the door a little wider, or something pushed it, but from the light through the enlarged crack she could now see it was a woman. Clearly she had been watching Jenny and Harriet together. The sight of the pair had obviously aroused her, but she was now far more interested in pleasuring herself, completely unaware that she had been spotted.

Jenny pulled away from their clinch, raising a finger to her lips in a silent 'shush' gesture, and pointing toward the slightly open door. Harriet smiled and nodded.

They moved toward the door as one, silently pulling it open to reveal a dark haired woman, probably mid to late thirties, leaning back against the wall beside the door. She was of average height, with dark hair pulled flat against her head. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Her left hand was raised and crossed inside the royal blue tabard that she wore over her light grey tee-shirt, and though obscured by the outer covering, it was obvious that she was fondling her right breast.

Her right hand was down inside the front of a pair of elasticated, red flannel shorts, creating a large bulge around the crotch, which was moving slowly and sensually. As the woman moaned softly, her shapely legs parted slightly and her hips moved gently, in sympathy with the hidden hand.

It was all Harriet could do to resist giggling, but as they watched her, Jenny realised she knew her. She recognised the slightly triangular features of the woman's face, and those prominently high cheek bones, as belonging to someone she had known from several years ago.

"Hello Polina," she said softly.

There was a horrified squeal from the woman as she looked up, the previous expression of exquisite pleasure on her face instantly changing to one of shocked horror.

Polina turned to run but Jenny quickly reached out to grab her arm.

"Oh, don't leave," Jenny pleaded, smiling kindly. "Come and join us," she suggested.

"You know this woman?" Harriet asked in surprise.

"Oh. I am sorry," came the embarrassed East European sounding voice, almost simultaneously, as the woman hurriedly struggled to straighten her clothing. "I think there is no-one here. Sorry," she said again, stepping back hesitantly, as if meaning to leave, but seemingly reluctant to do so.

"It didn't look as if you thought there was no-one here," Jenny told her, smirking.

"Polina's daughter and my Angela used to play together years ago, when they were at junior school," Jenny revealed to her companion, smiling, as she and Harriet moved around the woman, virtually trapping her against the wall beside the door.

As Polina stood facing them with the light from the office now falling on her, they could see more clearly. The tabard she wore covered a fairly snug fitting tee-shirt, which almost hid a not too generously proportioned bust, below which she wore a relatively loose fitting pair of red flannelette shorts. In beautiful contrast, her very shapely, tanned legs extended down to short white ankle socks and white trainers.

Polina smiled bashfully, which served to enhance her ruggedly attractive features, the only slightly negative aspect being a faint aroma of body odour as they approached her. Despite this, Harriet smiled back, lasciviously.

"What was your girl's name?" Jenny asked.

"Alysia," Polina replied. "I sorry. I must go now," she stammered, trying to push past them.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave," Harriet told the woman, clearly keen to get close to her.

"I sorry," she said again. "I think nobody is here. Most days everyone has gone by now."

"What are you doing here?" Jenny asked.

"She's the caretaker," Harriet replied for her.

"No," the woman countered. "I am janitor," she replied, raising her head proudly, while forcing a nervous smile.

Jenny smiled back. "Same thing," she said kindly, "but you don't really need to work, do you?"

"Da! I work now," Polina replied, nodding. "I like to work here."

"But, your family are well off. Surely you don't need the money?"

Polina hesitated. "No. I like to work," she repeated.

"Hmmm. Why is that, I wonder? Do you like to be around the girls, perhaps?" Jenny suggested, with a knowing smile.

Polina shook her head. She looked embarrassed, but declined to answer.

"Don't be bashful," Jenny encouraged. "It's good to find someone else who shares our interest, isn't it Harriet," she added, tuning to her sinful new friend.

Harriet Stacey just smiled and nodded, still watching Polina closely, eying the woman up and down, and clearly keen to get to know her a little more intimately.

"Share interest?" Polina queried.

"Oh, come on," Jenny replied. "Don't play coy with me. You were obviously watching us together," she told Polina, "so clearly you like the idea of two women enjoying some private time together."

Polina sighed. "I am..." she paused, searching for the words, "curious," she added, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Perhaps you would have liked to join us?" Jenny suggested. Polina didn't reply.

"Ahhh, but... maybe you were afraid... too shy to come forward... so instead you decided to satisfy that tempting tingle for yourself?"

Polina hesitated, until - "I can not help this," the red faced woman admitted at last. "Watching, I mean."

"Of course not," Jenny smiled, understanding just how arousing the sight of two women locked in an embrace can be.

"It was not always like this for me. My life I mean," Polina told them, clearly feeling she should explain. "My first man, he teach me to be this way with girls," she reasoned.

"He taught you?" Harriet challenged, sounding incredulous.

"Let me explain," Polina told them. "When I am not yet fourteen, I know this boy. He is one year older than me. I meet him at market where I sell fruit and vegetable that I pick at farm near where I live in Romania. I take to market to sell - earn money for family. I see this boy on market days and we become friends... good friends. No sex. Just hugs and sometimes kisses. Touching a little maybe. Nothing more."

She paused, looking wistful, as if recalling a lost love.

"My father never like me, she went on bitterly, appearing to change the subject. "He say I am not his child. He would beat me but my mother she stop him, so he beat her instead."

"Why didn't she leave him?" Harriet asked.

"Ha! Why not? Romania in those times was not good place. A woman need a man to protect her. Any man better than no man. A woman alone, she get no work. No way to get food. She would have no home, and the men... Oh, the men. Any man can have her. She will be raped every day. She have no choice to stay with him.

"Anyways, my father he find out. Someone from market tell him about me and this boy. They say I have sex with boy. I tell my father we did not, but he not believe me. He say I must marry. I am only thirteen still."

"Your father made you marry a boy of fourteen? At that age?" Harriet challenged in disbelief.

"No. No. Not the boy. My father say if I am old enough to have sex with boy, then I can marry. Our family are very poor so he find rich man for me. One day when I come home from school my mother she is crying. There are two men in the house. One dressed as priest, but later I think he is not priest."

"What made you think he wasn't a priest?" Jenny asked.

"Because what he did later," Polina explained.

"Anyway, these men, they look at me. One looks at my father and he nod, and give my father a packet. I know it is money. The other man, the priest, he make me kneel with other man. He say some words I do not understand. I think he is Italian. I not sure. Then my father tell me, now I am married and I must go with the men. My mother is still crying. She give me a hug, and tell me to be good for my new husband. My father tell me I must do all they tell me or I will be sent away. He say if I do not do what they say, they throw me out and I will have no home and no food. The men with no home... what you say?" she asked, searching for a word.

"Vagrants?" Jenny offered.

"Da! Vagrants. They will pass me around around for their fun, and... I think you know," she said as her gaze fell to the floor.

"So I have to go with the men, she resumed. I never see my mother again, My father I do not care, but my mother I miss.

"I get in their car and the priest get in back with me. The other man drive first. We drive for many miles... long time, and the priest... Ha!" she scoffs. "This priest, he make me do things for him. I cannot tell you. It horrible. After some time they stop the car. Now the priest drive and the other man, he get in back with me. He wash my face with wet cloth, then he do worse things to me. She paused for a moment, holding back the tears. I think this is wedding day, she said. We are in the car back. The priest driving, and looking at us in the mirror, and laughing. He make me his woman... you know?" she told them, through the sobbing.

"I think we understand," Jenny told her, reaching out to touch her shoulder in an effort to comfort her.

Polina regained her composure and continued. "We get to house. It is big place. They take me to bedroom and he make me his woman again. When he finish, the priest take me too. They leave me there. Tell me to wash. I get clean and later he bring me food, then do again.

"He make me clean and cook for him, and at night he take me as his wife. Most days in daytime too. Many times."

"So that was your life?" Harriet asked, sympathetically.

"Oh no!" Polina laughed. "This is only start. Many weeks are like this. Then one day he bring friend with him. The friend nod to him and give him something, then my husband say I have to do what the man want. This new man take me to bedroom and he take me."

"Oh my God," Harriet said under her breath, but she was hiding a smile.

Polina looked at her and nodded. "This happen many times, she told them. Many different men he bring. Every week. Some week two times. They pay him, then they... you know. He tell them to use rubber thing, you know? But some, they do not use it."

The looks on their faces as Jenny and Harriet exchanged glances, spoke volumes, but Polina continued her account unabated.

"My husband does not come to me much after. If he want do sex with me, he take me to doctor

for checkup first," she said, using her fingers to indicate 'quote' signs. "Ha! Doctor have his fun too!" she almost spat.

"No!" Jenny exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes!" she retorted, using the English word for the first time, and looking deadly serious and angry.

"But where do the women come into the picture?" Harriet asked, seemingly impatient for a more sordid twist to the story.

"I get to this," Polina replied. "Anyways, this happen for long time. More than one year. Sometimes there are two men. They like take me together. One here, one here." She touched her groin, then her behind.

"Then, this one time, he bring a lady and man. Still I am only sixteen. The men sit to watch the lady with me. She does many thing... dirty thing... give them show. Then all go to bedroom. The man take me and my husband take other lady.

"After this time, many couple visit. Always the men watch lady with me. Then the man take me, and my husband go with the lady. Some time there can be two, maybe three woman. My husband always take one woman, and the others... they have their fun with me."

"This is incredible," Jenny told her, looking appalled, but Harriet was clearly getting heavily turned on, and Polina could see it in her eyes.

"You think it good to be used like this? Piece of meat, for sex?"

Polina challenged her, reading the excitement on her face.

"No! No, of course not," Harriet denied, but they could both tell it was a lie.

After a few seconds of glaring at Harriet, Polina continued. "Later, after I am sixteen years, I am with child. Still they use me, until the men not want me no more. But the ladies, they still come. That make me happier. The ladies, they are gentle. They want make me feel good too. Not just for themself. Then I start to like the ladies. I am happy to be with them. I have my baby, but the ladies, most of them, they comfort me and help me, and... you know?"

"I understand," Jenny told her, with a smile.

"Soon the men, they come back and it all start again. It like this for some years... six years," she added, confirming her thoughts, "but my husband, he make sure the men use rubber thing now. Many not like to do this. They not come back.

"After my baby start to grow, six years maybe, my husband start to play with her. He want to use her for his fun, but I not let him. I tell him I do anything he want, but he leave my girl alone. So he bring new girl, African I think?

"She dirty, smelly. Just have rag for clothes. He say wash her. I take outside, burn the clothes. Full with..." she made a gesture with her hand, like a crawly insect.

"Lice?" Harriet asked, horrified.

"Da! Lices," she affirmed. "I take and wash her. Have to take away all body hair," she said, indicating the underarms and groin. "Get all lices. She was afraid, but I not hurt her. Just wash. Get all lices gone. Make her clean, smell good.

"After two days, we know she is clean now. No more lices. I give her new dress. We have big room in house with lots of new clothes," she explained. "Make her pretty... Sexy, you know? For him."

The two women nodded.

"When she look pretty we go to him. He make me teach her. Show her what he want. This girl, she ask me, 'What will he do?' What can I tell her? I just say, 'Close eyes. Not think about it. It will finish soon. Just think of tomorrow'.

"She have little voice... like this." She made a high pitched, squeaky sound to demonstrate. "He like this sound. Then he send me away. I listen outside. Hear her cry. I want to help her but I know he will beat me, so I must go. Leave her with him. I think, 'he is only one man'. When I start here there are two. Many more come after. Not so bad for her. She be OK," she shrugged.

"Next day she smiling. She is OK. She like to be with him."

"After many days, two more girls come, from China, or Korea. Japan maybe? They both pretty. Not my language so I can not talk to them. He not care. He not want them for talking. He just want... she paused, slapping her left hand on her right bicep as she thrust her right fist upward.

Jenny and Harriet just looked at one another.

"I show all girls what he want. You know?"

Jenny nodded, straight faced, but Harriet smiled, clearly excited.

"One China girl, she very pretty. He hide her when other men come. He make us stand in line for men to choose. Not many choose me now I am older. Men want other girls."

She seemed resentful.

"You weren't jealous of them, were you?" Jenny asked. She looked puzzled. "Did you want the men to choose you too?" she asked.

"No! No!" she objected. "Not want men. Just..." she paused. "Not want for men to hurt girls," she insisted, but they could tell she was lying.

"We have four rooms in house with bed. One for him and his girl. Big room for him. Three more smaller, for girls. One each you know? But soon more girls come, so then we must share."

"That didn't worry you though, did it," Jenny asked.

Polina ignored the question. "Soon we are seven girls in his house, six more and me. Always at night he take new girl for his bed. We hear her cry. Other noise too."

"I think we understand," Jenny told her, glancing toward Harriet, who was clearly becoming very turned on by Polina's account.

"When we have to share, two girls in bed, and there is noise from his room all night, you know, crying, like... you know." She gestured with her arm again.

"Noise from his room make me feel..." she wriggled around and crossed her legs, "you know?" She paused.

"We cuddle to get sleep, but... noise make me... Err..." she was mentally searching for a word again.

"Horny?" Jenny suggested.

"Da. Horny. I not touch any girl who not want... but I know, they want. Other girls, they do this also."

"I can just imagine," Harriet said under her breath, smiling lustily.

"Many men come too. Some days two, three, four men. Girls have to stand in line. We have to..." she paused, thinking. "We dress up... Err..." she pushed up her bosom, searching for the right word. "For the men, she explained."

"Provocatively?" Jenny suggested.

Polina looked puzzled.

"Slutty?" Harriet offered.

"What is this 'Slutty'?"

"Alluring," Jenny explained.

Polina still looked confused.

"Sexy," Jenny added.

"Da! Allurey," Polina blurted.

Harriet sniggered.

Polina glared, then continued. "We stand in line and men choose. You know."

Jenny and Harriet nodded.

"Then, one day, police come. They take us all away. We find out no-one of us married. There is no book to sign, no... what you say..."

"Register?" Jenny suggested.

"Da! No register. We are not his wife. None of us. He just buy us... for sex. Then he sell us again... many times."

"I think we guessed that," Jenny told her, offering a comforting hand on her shoulder.

There was a long pause. "My new husband, he is good man," she told them, with a weepy smile. "He take me with my daughter. She is eight then. He look after us. He try to satisfy me, but..." she stopped talking.

"But, you still like girls?" Jenny suggested.

"Da," she admitted. "I like girls... Very much like girls," she said softly. "But not touch no-one. Not here," she stressed.

"You poor thing," Jenny said, her voice soft and comforting. She moved the hand from her shoulder, sliding it around Polina's neck as she moved in close. The Romanian woman raised her hand to touch Jenny's forearm in response, resting her cheek on the comforting arm.

"I had no idea what life could have been like for you," Jenny told her.

"No one know," Polina agreed.

"Well, you have nothing to worry about now," Jenny said, stroking her head gently. "We will look after you... properly," she added, smiling.

"We?" Polina queried.

Jenny nodded toward a smiling, lustful Harriet Stacey.

She placed a finger under the rugged features of Polina's chin, turning the face up to meet her own. Their lips touched gently as Jenny's other arm slipped around her waist, and she pulled the woman close, and they kissed, seemingly oblivious of their lusty spectator.

Jenny's hand slid up to grip Polina's breast, and their bodies pressed together, exciting Harriet Stacey way beyond mere curiosity. Jenny glanced toward the gym teacher and winked. That was her cue. She moved in behind the Romanian and slid her hands around the slender waist from behind, her fingers carefully exploring the lithe shape, but Polina wasn't quite ready yet. She flinched, pulling away in surprise.