After School Delight Pt. 08

We five girls marched the trays into the lounge as Jenny passed them to us one after another, until the table was full, and Jenny followed us in with jugs of fruit juice.

"What's for pudding?" I joked. Jenny just stared at me, dumbfounded, not realising at first that I was being facetious.

"Sorry," I added, quickly allaying her concern, "What I meant was... there's rather a lot here. Are you expecting more guests?" I laughed.

"Ohhh," she smiled. "Well, what we don't eat today," she replied, "we can have over the weekend." She seemed to study me for a minute, then added, "I have some jumbo sausages we can try to squeeze in later, if you like."

I felt a tingle run through me, wondering if she really meant it to sound as obscene as I had taken it. From the look on her face, she probably did.

"Are you two staying for the weekend too?" I asked of the two girls.

"No," Joanne replied, straight faced.

"We have to go after the party," Sarina added, looking a little down-in-the-mouth.

"Our mummy is coming to pick us up," Joanne told me.

"Your mummy?" I queried.

"Yes," they chorused.

"Singular?"

I was surprised because it was plain to see they were not of the same parentage, but they clearly didn't understand my meaning. At that moment Jenny tapped me on the arm and nodded discreetly, so I desisted from further questioning.

When the food was all ready, Jenny insisted on taking photos of us all in front of the table, "... just as a keepsake for Geraldine," she insisted. I had serious doubts that they were for Ges at all, but we complied.

She took a couple with us all stood together in front of the table, first facing her then with our backs to the camera. She took photos of us individually, and in pairs, with our cheeks pressed together, then in threes, and each time she wanted a photo of us from the back. She said that our hair was so lovely she wanted to save it.

She even encouraged us to dip our fingers in the pot of cream so she could take photos of us with wide-eyed smiles while we sucked our fingers. She took one of Angie and Ges sucking the cream from each other's fingers too, and then she had me do the same with them. Finally she managed to convince Joanne and Sarina to join in and do the same, and we all had photos in pairs like that. It seemed a bit odd, but it was quite fun and we did it - just to keep her happy.

I have to admit it felt quite nice hugging together with Joanne and Sarina, then Angie and Ges, with them leaning in and cuddling up to me, our faces pressed together as we posed, and I began to wonder where all this might be leading, but before too long she was satisfied and we were allowed to begin demolishing the food (even though there wasn't a great deal of cream left).

It didn't take us long.

After we'd all had our fill, Jenny took Angie into the kitchen, and left me alone with Ges, Sarina and Joanne. They had no sooner closed the door when Ges came up and put her arms around me, trying to kiss me again.

"Ges, baby," I told her. "I think we're going to have to wait until later tonight to do that." I stroked her face and kissed her nose, and she beamed at me.

"Promise?" she asked.

I smiled. "I promise," I told her. "I want it as much as you do," I whispered in her ear. "Let's wait until your friends have gone. We have all night, don't we."

The two girls just looked at us with puzzled expressions.

"There's a special game that Ges likes to play," I began to explain, but just as I spoke, the lights went out, and the door opened. A flickering light from the doorway partially lit the room as Jenny walked in, carrying Ges' birthday cake with 18 candles.

"Happy Birthday Ges baby," I whispered in her ear, as her mam placed the cake carefully on the table, and we all sang 'Happy Birthday' to her.

"Now, you have to make a wish," Jenny told her, "and blow all the candles out with one big breath. OK?"

Ges looked at me, smiled broadly, and nodded.

"Oh crap!" I said quietly to Angie. "I guess that means I won't be getting much sleep tonight then?" and Angie giggled.

"You wemember when you asked me, what sort of party it was going to be?" she asked, pointedly. I just dug her in the ribs with my elbow.

Ges took an amazingly deep breath, looked at me again, and extinguished every last candle in a matter of seconds.

"What did you wish for? What did you wish for?" The two younger girls cried out, jumping up and down excitedly.

Ges was about to answer when Jenny interrupted her, saying, "Now you know you can't tell anyone sweetie, or it won't come true."

Ges looked puzzled for a second, then looked at me and smiled again. "Can I tell Macey?" she asked.

"Not if you want it to come true baby."

She looked sad, so I went over to console her, reaching up to whisper in her ear. "I don't know what you wished for, and you can't tell me, but maybe I could help it to come true?"

She smiled that lovely bright smile of hers, and slapped another big sloppy kiss on me.

Jenny decided to let her have a moment while she cut the cake, then we all had a piece. When we had finally finished eating, Jenny rearranged the food onto fewer trays and I helped her to take it back to put in the fridge.

Jenny and I were busy packing the food into the fridge as Jenny began to explain about the girls' parents. "Joanne is an orphan," she told me. "Sarina and Joanne are the same age, almost to the day, and they've been friends for as long as they were at Geraldine's school. Sarina's parents thought it might be nice if they could be sisters, so they applied to adopt Joanne."

"Oh! How lovely," I smiled as she and I finished packing the fridge, and as the last tray went in and we closed the door, Jenny seized the opportunity to grab me and kiss me. "What are you doing?" I squealed, laughing as I pretended to try to wriggle free.

"Just taking my turn," she smiled. "You don't think I'm going to stand by and watch all those girls kissing you and have none for myself, surely."

I sidled away, quickly, reminding her, "Isn't it about time for the party games?"

"Hmmm..." she mused, "I can think of a few games I'd like to play with you," she told me. "Come here sugar tits."

"Is that going to be my new nickname?" I asked, giving her a coy look.

"Why? Would you like it to be?" she smiled, lustily.

"Only if you like to suck sugar," I laughed, quickly skipping aside as she made another grab for me.

"Oh don't worry baby. I like sugar just as much as I like sweet nectar straight from the honey pot," she smiled. "And, there are three of us here this weekend. We can all look after you."

She reached for me again but this time I let her catch me, and I let out a delighted squeal as her hand grabbed my breast. Her other hand moved behind my back and she pressed the full length of her body against mine as she squeezed my nipple through the thin cotton blouse, making me moan with pleasure.

I stopped wriggling and gazed up into her eyes, looking as innocent as I could and she just looked down at me. "My God I want to fuck you," she whispered as her lips closed over mine.

Her kiss was warm and sensual - nothing like the urgent hungry kisses from the other weekend. It was gentle and loving, and I wanted her. Suddenly I wanted her hands on my body and her tongue in my mouth. I wanted her to strip me; to feel her kisses all over me and her fingers inside me. I wanted her tongue to taste me, deep inside. I wanted her to take me; to make me hers and hers alone, but there were other guests in the house. It wouldn't have mattered too much if it had just been Angie and Ges who might catch us, but there were two younger girls, and I was very wary.

"We can't do this," I told her. "Not here," but already her hand was on my thigh and sliding up. Soon she would realise I had no panties, and then it would be too late. I knew that once her fingers were in me I wouldn't have the willpower to stop her.

"Why not?" she almost laughed. Her eyes were filled with lust. That was the point when I became convinced that they all suffered the same trait to some extent. Ges was the worst afflicted of course, but they all suffered it to some degree. It seemed to be some inherent inability to reason over what is acceptable.

"The other girls?" I said, a question in my voice. "Geraldine's guests?"

"Oh. Yes. Geraldine's guests," she repeated, an unmistakable air of dejection in her tone.

"We can't havethem catch us," I reasoned.

"I'll get rid of them," she hurriedly blurted aloud.

"What? It's Geraldine's birthday. You can't just send her guests away on a whim," I objected.

She looked confused, almost in a panic. Then her expression changed. "Don't worry. I know what to do," she grinned. I wondered what she might have in mind, but I didn't think I'd have too long a wait to find out.

We went back into the lounge to join the other girls, and we played Blind Man's Bluff and Pin the Tail on the Donkey. There was a good deal ofstumbling around with outstretched arms, and a liberal sprinkling of handsaccidentally finding various body parts, along with the expectedsurprised squeals and laughter. No-one seemed offended in any way - it was all good clean funsort of (at least on the face of it), and with it being such a lovely summer's day we all quickly became very warm.

Jenny suggested we might feel more comfortable if we were to loosen our clothing and we all agreed that would be a great idea. Angie and I were quick to undo the top few buttons on our blouses, and the other girls did the same with their dresses, but they were still too warm. That was when Ges decided to discard her petticoats. The other two, seeing how much cooler Ges looked, were quick to follow suit.

Jenny took the discarded garments upstairs while the rest of us went out into the garden. There we discovered that Jenny had tied up a big paper clown filled with sweets, and hung it from the tree, so we playedBash the Clown. If you've never played that, what happens is, someone gets blindfolded, then the others all shout directions for her to swipe at the clown with a stick; we used a baseball bat. Everyone takes it in turns to bash the clown for about half a minute each, until all the sweets fall out. You probably call it something else, but all the kids love it.

Then we went back inside to the lounge and had some cake and blackcurrant and strawberry flavoured jelly (Jello) using up what was left of the cream. I couldn't help but notice how Jenny kept looking at me, and I think I must have been smiling back, which just encouraged her.

"Well!" Jenny announced at last. "What shall we do next?" We all looked at each other, wondering. All except me that is. I had a pretty good idea about what we might be doing next.

"I know," Jenny suggested. "Why don't we have some ice-cream?"

"Ooohh yes!" the two younger girls called out excitedly.

"You three girls can wait here," she said to Angie, Ges, and I, "while I go and get it. Joanne, Sarina, would you like to come and help me?"

I was surprised that we hadn't had ice-cream with the jelly, but much stranger things have happened in Jenny's household, so I naively put the thought aside.

Jenny led the way into the kitchen, with the two girls following along hand-in-hand, leaving the rest of us seated together on the wide sofa.

Almost as soon as the kitchen door was closed, Ges turned to stare at me, smiling.

"What?" I asked, half expecting that I already knew the answer.

She didn't say a word, but just knelt up on the seat and moved her face close to mine. I knew that look. I knew exactly what she wanted. It was the same thing she always wanted when she had that look in her eye. Huh - that in itself was a joke. It was the same thing she always wanted, full stop.

I glanced toward Angie for an inkling of support or disapproval, but all she did was to shrug. I got the feeling she might actually want to watch me with her sister, the way she had told me she had watched that guy in the cinema with her. It made me wonder who had the bigger kick out of the situation; him or her. Angie was certainly no stranger to voyeurism when it came to sex.

Ges took Angie's indifference as her sister's consent for her to make a move on me, and she immediately began climbing onto me, smothering me with big sloppy kisses.

As much as I wanted to appease her, I still felt more than a little uncomfortable with such an open display of lusty affection, not least because of the two younger guests who were only feet away on the other side of the kitchen door. I looked at Angie but she just smiled, I guess having already resigned herself to the fact that her crazy sister would be wanting an overdose of sexy fun. Angie leaned in close, biting her lip and smiling as she watched her sister's tongue begin probing my mouth from close range. This was by no means the first time Ges and I had kissed that way, but it was the first time that my formal girlfriend had been present to witness it.

Within a matter of just a few seconds, Ges' hand went up under my skirt again, but this time I didn't stop her; well, it was her birthday after all. Had there been no-one else in the house, I could anticipate this developing into a full-blown lesbian threesome, but I wasn't discouraged -- there would be plenty of time after the other girls had gone home. I was going to be there for the whole weekend again, after all.

I closed my eyes to savour Ges' kisses; she always seemed so grateful for the attention, and for once I was able to sit back and relax to enjoy my time with her in the comfort of the house, rather than being awkwardly propped up against a wall in a dank dark alley. Even when I felt Angie's warm breath on my cheek I just sat there, then the touch of her hand on my breast, kneading it gently and squeezing the stiffening nipple through the thin cotton of my blouse. Without looking I knew it was Angie; I recognised the feel of her fingers, tweaking me gently the way she always did.

Soon she was kissing my cheek, then closer to my lips as her skilled hand continued kneading

my breast, while Ges' fingers pulled at my thigh, trying to part my legs. At first I resisted, but Angie's voice soothed my troubled mind, saying, "There now baby. Don't you wowy. Evewything will be just fine." Somehow it seemed to set my mind at ease, and I relaxed, letting Ges pull my thigh toward her. At the self-same moment, Angie's hand was on the other thigh, then up between them as the sinful pair teased my legs apart.

Now it was Angie who was kissing me, as Ges' lips found my cheek, then my neck, while her hand slid slowly, very very slowly, up the inside of my thigh. It was nothing like my previous experiences with her. This was slow and sensual, as if she'd had years of experience perfecting the art of seducing a submissive young girl. Suddenly, all of the simple naivety vanished from her. Suddenly she was a skilled operator, taking advantage of her passive young quail; me.

I felt I ought to stop her, but I was enjoying this far too much, I simply couldn't. The mild nagging danger of being caught excited me almost as much as the sensation of being seduced by the pair of them, their hands and their lips on my skin, teasing me, thrilling me.

Angie's tongue dragged across my mouth, pleasing me in the way that only Angie seemed to manage to do, despite having obviously learned the art from her insatiable mother. Meanwhile, the excitement on Ges' face when she realised I wasn't wearing knickers, was a sight to behold.

Her middle finger traced the moist, tingling slit, then slipped carefully into me at almost the same moment that the kisses stopped, although I could still feel the warmth of their breath on my lips. I opened my eyes to see the two sisters sharing the most loving, erotic kisses that anyone could imagine, their tongues intertwining just inches from my eyes, and now both girls were vying for the space between my thighs, seemingly taking turns to probe me as they shared loving kisses.

'What if Jenny were to return with the two girls?' I thought. It would be insanely difficult to explain.

I closed my eyes and put the fear aside as their attention returned to my breasts again, each using one free hand to squeeze my hard, aching nipples as the fingers of the other hand continued to probe me down below. Once once more I tasted their kisses, all three of us kissing together now; three tongues all tasting each other as any concern of discovery faded into insignificance in the wake of our passion. The kissing became more urgent as one of them probed me, while the other used a skilled finger to roll the nub of my stiff little clitty, exciting me beyond any previous comprehension, and all the time the thumb and forefinger of their other hand took the greatest of pleasure in teasing and tormenting my tiny hard nipples.

I can't remember having ever before felt such excitement, while simultaneously suffering such torment, as I did while sitting between the pair of them on that sofa that afternoon. They seemed so skilled in taking me right to the brink of orgasm, yet not quite allowing me to reach it. I thought back to the earlier Friday; my first sleepover, when Jenny had driven me almost crazy with wanton lust whilst under the influence of her 'hypnotic' charm, yet not letting me orgasm, but this seemed infinitely worse, or was it better? I really couldn't tell. All I wanted was for one of them to just take me and fuck me -- properly. All I wanted was release.

In the back of my mind there was still the worry that we could be interrupted at any moment, but Jenny seemed to be taking her time in coming back with the ice-cream. I didn't really care though. There certainly wasn't any complaint from me. The last thing on my mind was ice cream - I wasn't in any hurry for that, not now that I had two beautiful young girlfriends to have fun with, and my God was I enjoying it.

The three of us shared kisses like that for quite a few minutes, until we heard the kitchen door open behind us. Angie and Ges were both surprisingly unhurried in ceasing their wicked attention to my personal detail, considering that their mother and Ges' two young guests could at any moment realise what had been happening on the sofa whilst they were away, but my two beautiful lovers simply smiled sweetly, sucked their fingers and looked up at their mother, completely unperturbed.

It was only then that I felt the draught of cool air on my bare pussy, and I realised just how wet I was. I sincerely hoped that I hadn't left a mark on the sofa.

Jenny escorted the two young ladies around the sofa to stand before us, and despite the fact that they were still smiling, there was no sign of any ice-cream.

"I thought you were getting ice-cream?" I asked, innocently.

"Oh... Um... Yes. We did," Jenny replied, defensively. "We... err.. we've had it, haven't we girls?" she prompted them.

"Yes," they replied in chorus.

I looked at her suspiciously, but instead of confronting her on the matter, I simply asked the two girls, teasingly, "Do you two always say everything together?"

"Yes," they replied in chorus again. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and stifle a snigger.

Jenny looked at me and smiled. "I wanted some ice-cream too," I ventured to tell her, pouting.

Jenny turned and gave me a strange, quizzical smile. "Maybe later," she said. She leaned down to whisper in my ear, "but I have something far better for you." She gave my ear a discreet little nip between her lips before standing again.

"OK. Angela! Geraldine!" Jenny announced. "Why don't you two girls take Joanne and Sarina up to Geraldine's room to play for a while? I have something I need to discuss with Macey... in private."

I just smiled. I had a pretty shrewd idea as to what that might involve.