After School Delight Pt. 07

"You mean Arthur Neal at number twenty five?"

"Yes. That would be him."

"That's odd. I would have thought Angie would know he lived there."

"Why?" I asked, clearly surprised.

"Well, when her mum brought me home on Sunday morning, he was standing outside as we got out of the taxi, and she told me that he looked like her ex."

"Really?" I said. "Well, now it all makes a bit more sense." It was obvious now, that I was suspicious.

"Why?"

"Suddenly, I don't think it was an accident that we called at the wrong house," I told her. "I think Angie must have known your neighbour Arthur lived two doors away. I think she took me there on purpose."

"Why would she do that?"

"Easy. She misses her dad. Apparently he used to fuck her when she was little. I think maybe she'd like Arthur to help her reminisce."

Wendy looked puzzled.

"Don't you understand? She wants to re-live her past with him."

"Oh my God," Wendy exclaimed, suddenly looking shocked as my words sank in. But the horrified look was quickly replaced by wicked grin as she added, "Now that is something I wouldn't mind seeing."

Now it was my turn to look shocked. "You want to watch that dirty slob fucking my girlfriend?" I asked.

She gave me a guilty look. "She doesn't have to be your girlfriend," she told me. She appeared to be struggling with herself - trying to say something, but not quite able to let it out.

Then she came out with a revelation that surprised me. "I wouldn't mind being your girlfriend." She said it so quietly that I almost didn't hear.

"What do you mean?"

"Angela doesn't deserve you," she told me. "She doesn't appreciate you. She'll go with anyone," she told me, looking down at her feet. "Even that filthy slob Arthur at number twenty five," she added, turning to look me right in the eye.

She turned away again. "Just think about what she was doing with me, yesterday," she said. "And look at her now!" she added, nodding toward where Angie was laughing with the three juniors, supporting their legs as they swung upside-down.

"Yes," I agreed. It didn't take much imagination to work out what she wanted with them.

"Why do you put up with it?" she asked.

"Dunno," I shrugged. "Stupid I guess." I gave her a pathetic smile as she turned to watch Angie leave the three juniors and walk across the playground toward the gym.

"I wonder where she's going now?" I said, giving Wendy a knowing look.

"Can't imagine," she replied, shrugging and returning a look of pathos.

We sat for a while in silence. I was thinking about what she had said earlier. I wanted to kiss her, but I wasn't brave enough. Not out there in the middle of the school playing field. In the privacy of her room I had quite happily sucked on her sweet, bald little pussy, but not here. Not even a peck on the cheek.

Instead I changed the subject, asking, "So... do you think you'll come to Geraldine's birthday party?"

"Are you kidding?" she asked. "Are you?"

"I think I ought to," I told her. "I promised Ges. Could you come? Just to keep me company?" I asked.

"I think you'll have plenty of company without me there," she teased.

"Go on," I urged her. "Please? Just for me?"

She looked at me and sighed. "I can't," she told me. "Not after what happened at the weekend."

"Hmmm... I was meaning to ask you about that. So? What

did happen?" I asked, knowing in my heart of hearts what the answer was likely to be.

"I couldn't walk," that's what happened.

"How much do you remember?" I probed.

She looked thoughtful. She obviously understood that I expected there to be blanks in her memory. "I remember Friday night clearly enough," she told me, after some thought. "I had hardly got inside the door before they were on me."

"All of them?" I asked.

She nodded. "I hadn't been in the house more than five minutes before Angie's mum started making advances; kissing and touching me. I was a bit surprised because I didn't feel comfortable in front of Angela and Geraldine, but Jenny said it was alright. She said they wouldn't mind. Then they all gathered around me. They were all over me. She asked if I remembered what we did at the gym on Thursday, and had I liked it. I told her I had, so she said we'll have ten times as much fun tonight. She held my face and she was kissing me while Angie and her sister closed in.

"I was quite shocked at first. I asked what they thought they were doing. Angela's sister Geraldine said 'Mama told us we could fuck you'. I said, 'What?' I was horrified, but Jenny just said to calm down, and It will be alright.

"I couldn't do anything about it after that. The girls took my hands and held my arms out to the sides, then between them they began stripping me. I wanted to stop them but I just couldn't, she explained. I asked if we were going to have something to eat. Jenny said 'Yes - you!' and they all laughed. They said they were going to suck my nipples... and they did. All of them. I was almost naked by then, and their hands were all over me. Jenny was kissing me and I felt hands and fingers everywhere.

"Then Angela grabbed my head and twisted me sideways to kiss me. She was quite rough, she seemed almost frantic, as if she couldn't wait? While she was kissing me I felt someone's hands groping my body. I think it was her mum, and she started sucking on my tits, almost biting. She was being rough too."

"What about Ges? What was Ges doing?"

Wendy hesitated for a second. I think she sensed that I had a soft spot for Ges. "Geraldine was just watching," she replied, but her gaze fell toward the ground, avoiding my eyes. I suspected she may have been lying. There was an element of guilty secret present.

'Hmmm...' I thought. 'I wonder?' "Did Jenny say anything odd to you?" I asked.

"She called me a pretty little slut. She said she wanted to make me her very own little slut. She said she wanted to watch her girls sucking on my tits and my cunt. She said she wanted to watch my face while they raped my tight little arse. She said she wanted to feel my tongue inside her while she sucked my juicy little cunt. She said she wanted to watch me cry while they all fucked me.

"I was horrified. It was strange because she'd been so kind and gentle on Thursday at the gym. It scared me. Then she told me not to worry, because they wouldn't hurt me. She said I would enjoy it, and suddenly I felt calm again."

"Anything else?"

"What do you mean?"

"Anything weird?" I suggested.

"Isn't that weird enough?" she exclaimed, with an exasperated laugh.

"No. I mean, anything that didn't make sense."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Was there anything completely unrelated?"

"She said lots of things. Some of it didn't make any sense."

"Anything about photos? From the zoo, maybe?"

She thought for a moment. "Now you come you mention it..."

"She seems to have a gift," I told her, interrupting. "Jenny can hypnotize you, and you don't even know it's happening. She seems to be able to make anyone do whatever she wants, and afterwards she can make them forget all about it."

"That figures," Wendy replied, wryly. "Before I realised what was happening, she went on, they had me stripped in the lounge. I don't know why but I didn't even try to stop them. I'd never been intimate with Angie before, and I'd only met Geraldine a few minutes earlier, but they were touching me and kissing my body... fingers everywhere... and I just let them do it. Then Jenny leaned me backwards and wrapped her arms around me, under my arms, and the girls took my legs. They laid me back and carried me upstairs like that. We went into a dark room with a big double bed. I remember seeing a mantelpiece with a row of evil looking... toy things... all in a line."

"That would be Jenny's room," I told her. "And you remember all this?" I asked.

"Well... I think so. It seems a bit hazy now you mention it. It felt like I was dreaming, but it seemed so real," she told me.

"They piled pillows in the middle of the bed and laid me on them, with my bottom raised up." 'Yep - been there. Done that', I thought. "She told me to raise my arms above my head and part my knees. I had to obey, I couldn't help myself."

"That sounds feasible," I told her.

"Then they were all over me again, taking turns, she said. Angie's mum told me to just close my eyes and enjoy it. They wetted their fingers and stroked me all over."

"Ges too?" I asked.

Wendy seemed cautious. "Maybe..." she began, then thought for a moment. "No. I'm not sure. I don't think so, but I couldn't swear to it. All I can tell you is, it felt like a dozen tongues touching me, licking me, all over. It was incredible. They spent most of the evening kissing and licking me. Their fingers and tongues were everywhere."

"My God Wendy. You're making me so wet."

"Really?" she replied, looking excited. "Can I feel?"

"What?" I asked. "You want to put your hand in my knickers?"

"Can I?"

"What, here? On the playing field?"

"No. We can go to the loo," she smirked.

"Look at you," I scolded, jokingly. "You've only just discovered sex and now you're insatiable."

"I want to make up for lost time," she giggled.

"What else did they do?" I asked. "Did they lick you under the arms," I asked.

"Yes," she replied excitedly. "That felt weird, but thrilling."

"That figures," I told her. "Jenny likes that. Angie too."

"It felt so good. I remember my pulse was racing, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. There were tongues everywhere!" she added, pointedly. "And I really mean, everywhere."

"You like tongues on you then?"

She nodded. "It felt dirty at first, but it was exciting too."

"Funny you should say that," I responded, thinking back to my Friday evening with Harriet Stacey.

"It was amazing," she said enthusiastically, "but suddenly the doorbell rang and everything stopped. Geraldine sat bolt upright and called your name."

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes. She just cried out, Macey, and ran from the room. She was really excited. She was gone for a good ten minutes. While she was away Jenny asked Angie if she had ever tasted a virgin. Angie just smiled down at me and shook her head. 'Close your eyes child', Jenny told me again. She was tweaking my nipples as she told Angie to put her tongue in there. I remember her asking Angie, 'Can you feel the maidenhead?' Angie nodded. She told Angie to push her tongue in until she could taste the virgin blood."

"Did it hurt?"

"It stung a bit, but I was too excited to want them to stop. They had promised me so much pleasure and this seemed exactly what I'd been waiting for."

"So... did they bring you off?"

"Not right away. When Geraldine finally came back there was another woman with her. She was tall and slim, with dark hair, pulled back into a pony tail, a bit like Angie's mum. I thought she looked like the woman janitor at school, but I only had a brief look at her. Jenny made me close my eyes again.

"She said something very softly, I could hardly hear, then I heard the woman say, 'She is virgin? Yes?' She sounded foreign, maybe Polish? Anyway, Angie's mum said, 'Isn't that what I promised?' The next thing I remember I felt hands on my knees, pushing them wide, and warm breath on my thighs, right at the top, then kisses. The most tender, gentle kisses you could imagine, up close to my pussy. Then there were kisses on my breasts, lips pulling gently at my nipples, both at the same time, while the kisses on my thighs moved to... well... you know where."

"Who was it? Who was kissing you?"

"I don't know. I couldn't open my eyes. I wanted to look, but I just couldn't, but it was heaven. Pure heaven. They were sucking my nipples and licking me down there, all at once. I couldn't stand it. 'Take me! Take me!' I cried."

"If you carry on like this," I told her, "I'll be fingering myself."

Wendy looked at me excitedly. "That's when I felt it," she said. "It really hurt. It went so deep."

"What?"

"It must have been her tongue. She began fucking me with her tongue. It must have been. I could still feel her lips pressed over my pussy, and her warm breath, low on my tummy."

"On the mound?" I asked.

"Yes. She had one arm tight around my tummy and the other hand was on my tits, tweaking the nipples as I felt her warm breath on my bare skin down there," she said. "I've never been shaved before," she added. "It felt so nice, and her tongue... it must have been her tongue, reaching so far into me, and wriggling inside.

"Then she asked, where is other girl? Small blonde?' I heard Ges ask, 'Does she mean Macey?' Jenny told her, 'Macey had another appointment today'. 'Pity', the woman said. 'We could hold them like this...' She gripped my hips and hoisted me upside-down, forcing her tongue down into me again, 'Make them to kiss'.

My head was bent forward and I saw her grab Angie's arm and pull her close. Jenny turned Angie upside-down the same way the woman held me, and she asked, 'You want to have them like this?' They pushed us together and Angie held my head and kissed me roughly, while they tongue-fucked us both. Then Jenny said, 'Maybe another time? I'll see what I can do'.

We were silent for a minute, until she said, "I wish it had been you."

I smiled and told her, "I think she had me too."

"What?"

"That woman. I think the same woman had me on Thursday... at the gym, after school."

"She took my virginity," Wendy told me, solemnly.

"Does that upset you?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. I was too caught up in the moment. At the time I just wanted it. It felt so good, the sucking on my nipples and that live thing moving around inside me. It was scary, but thrilling at the same time. I couldn't get enough." She fell silent for a moment. "It was afterwards that I felt a bit sad."

"Why?"

"I was supposed to be saving myself for my one true love," she said. "My virginity I mean."

"Well, good luck with that," I told her, sarcastically.

She looked deep into my eyes. "I wish it had been you," she told me. There was a tiny trace of a tear welling in her eye.

"I couldn't have done that for you," I told her?

"Why not?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"My tongue isn't long enough," I joked.

"I don't care," she replied, giving me a coy smile.

Just then we noticed Angie coming away from the direction of the gym. She was arm in arm with the two blonde senior girls, sandwiched between them.

"I wonder if you can guess what they've been up to," I asked.

"Told you so," she replied. She could have been smug about it but she wasn't, and I was grateful for that.

"So... What about Saturday?"

"What about Saturday?"

"What happened?"

"I'm not really sure, but I haven't finished telling you about Friday yet."

"Oh my God. There's more? OK. Go on."

"I don't think we have time now," she smiled. "Lunch break is almost over."

I gave her a disappointed look.

"Why don't you come to mine after school?" she suggested. "I'll tell you about it then."

"Oh... I usually go to Angie's after school on Wednesdays."

"I don't think she'll miss you," Wendy pointed out, nodding toward Angie and the two blondes, who were now all standing beside the climbing frame, talking with the three juniors.

"Yes. I think you could be right," I agreed. I sighed. "OK. I'll meet you after school then, by the gates," I smiled back.

As I waited for Wendy at the school gates, Angie and the two blondes came along, arm-in-arm.

"Are you waiting for me?" Angie asked, smiling. "I thought we could have a little party tonight if you feel like some fun?"

"Oh... well, actually... I was waiting for Wendy."

"Oh lovely," she replied, smiling broadly. "We'd like Wendy to come too," she said, nodding to the two blondes.

"She invited me to her house for tea," I corrected her.

Angie's face fell. "Oh... I see," she replied. She tossed her head and turned to the two girls. "Come along then. We know when we're not wanted."

"It isn't that..." I began, but she ignored me and walked off with them. I felt deflated, but it was clear that she was going her own way now.

They had hardly gone out of sight when Wendy came along. "You ready?" she asked.

I smiled, nodding. "Yes, let's go."

Hardly a word was spoken all the way back to her house, except for her asking if I had to arrange with my mum to be late home.

"I usually go to Angie's for tea on Wednesdays," I repeated, "so she won't miss me."

She took my hand and smiled. "Good," she said softly, walking on. She seemed exceptionally happy.

As we got to Wendy's house she led me to the back door. It reminded me of my first visit to Angie's - that first day when Angie and I had sex together. For some weird reason, it got me excited. I wanted Wendy and I could hardly wait.

"Hello Mrs James," I greeted her mam as we entered the kitchen.

"Hello luvvie," the matronly woman beamed. "You two going up to your room then?" she smiled. I got the feeling she was checking me out. It made me feel a little awkward, but I pushed the thought aside. Wendy just smiled at her mam and took my hand again, almost dragging me, hurriedly up the narrow, steep staircase.

We went to her room and parked ourselves in the middle of her bed. I sat cross legged and she knelt facing me, sitting on her heels.

"So! You were telling me?" I asked, eager to get back to the subject that had been playing on my mind all afternoon.

"Oh God. Cut straight to the chase," she laughed.

"Well..." I told her, feeling embarrassed. "You got me all worked up, and then we had to stop," I pouted.

"Oh OK. Well, as I was saying, the tall dark haired woman made me come."

"You didn't say that. How did she do it?" I asked, eager for all the sordid details.

"God! You're insatiable!" she laughed. "OK. So, I was up on this pile of pillows, stark naked, and she crouched down between my legs and kissed my bald pussy mound."

"Ooohh," I moaned, softly, wriggling where I sat.

"She pushed my legs wide and pushed her tongue up inside me over and over again, while the other two were sucking on my nipples," she told me, wide eyed and excited.

"Oohhh, yes. You're making me want it," I smiled.

"Really?" she asked, looking serious.

"Go on," I told her. I put my hand down between my legs and started - just touching, gently. I watched her watching me, and she was smiling.

"It was even better than the first time with Angie's mum," she said, getting back to the story. "Then... when we'd finished... she got up, and with hardly a word to anyone she took Geraldine by the hand and they left the room."

"You mean she dragged Ges away? Did she force her?" I must have sounded horrified.

"No. No. They were both smiling. Ges 'wanted' to go. That was obvious."

I felt a little saddened. It must have been clear that I wanted Ges too. "Where did they go?" I asked.

"I suppose she took her to another room. I don't know. I never saw either of them again."

"Are you sure?" I asked, thinking back to the Saturday when the five of us were all in the kitchen together.

"Certain," she assured me. There wasn't even a trace of doubt in her eyes.

"Anyway, Angela went to get more pillows. They raised me up on all these pillows. I was spread out like, nearly a foot off the bed, and Angela was crouching... down there..." she nodded toward her crotch, "and her mum was leaning over my head, playing with my tits while Angie took over with what the tall woman had been doing. It felt good, but... not nearly as good as... well, you know?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I know," I told her, with a look of pathos.

"Her mum took my hands and made me stretch my arms up over my head, and she pushed my head right back so I was looking up at her crotch. She dragged her fingernails up and down the sides of my body while Angela was licking my pussy. Then she reached down to my knees... they were wide apart, and she dragged her finger nails up my thighs, over my hips and my tummy, then over my tits, teasing and tweaking the nipples with her nails, while Angela was busy sucking on my pussy."