After School Delight Pt. 08

Angie and Ges got up from beside me to join the two girls, and as Ges slipped her arm around Joanne's shoulders she looked at her mam expectantly. Jenny, however, swiftly anticipated her naughty daughter's thoughts, saying, "Geraldine darling, you need to go up to your room to play. Why don't you show your friends some of your toys? I'm sure you can find a nice game to play while Mama talks to Macey."

Jenny gazed at me lovingly as Ges smiled broadly, grabbing the blonde girl by the hand and leading her quickly into the hall, laughing as she hurriedly pulled her along and up the stairs. Angie gave me one of her coy little smiles. She always looked so beautiful when she smiled like that. She reached her hand out for Sarina's, and the girl took it willingly, and with a playful look back over her shoulder to me, Angie followed her sister, leading the pretty, dusky brunette away from us.

"Angela darling," Jenny called after them. "Why don't you take your present for Geraldine with you? I'm sure those sweet girls would like to enjoy a lollipop each upstairs," she added, turning to smile at me.

"Of course Mama," Angie grinned as she returned, her eyes wide with anticipation.

She gathered the box of lollipops up in one arm and taking Sarina's hand again, with another quick smile across her shoulder to me, disappeared from the lounge laughing, with the dark skinned girl in tow. I could see Jenny was almost laughing too, but for the life of me I couldn't figure why. Anyway, as soon as they were gone, Jenny sat down beside me.

She gave me a wide-eyed smile as she took one of my hands in hers. "Now Macey..." she asked, then paused, apparently waiting for the sound of Ges' bedroom door to close, "Do you remember that first weekend when you came for a sleep-over?" she continued.

"How could I forget?" I replied, casting her an accusing look of mistrust.

She ignored my obvious irritation. "Do you remember, I showed you some pictures that we took at the zoo?"

'Here we go again', I thought. Then I wondered. Is this a real memory? "Err... I'm not sure," I replied, curiously. I felt a little dizzy, but I shook my head trying to chase it off. I had this weird feeling of Déjà Vu. It was so odd. I could have sworn I'd heard those exact words before, but now I wasn't sure. It seemed so real when I recalled the scene while Wendy was relating her story to me, but now Jenny was saying this to me again and I was doubtful. Perhaps I had dreamt it? Could it a have been a premonition?

"Have a think about it," she said, staring into my eyes straight faced as she added, slowly and pointedly. "I showed you some animal pictures from the zoo."

There was this distinct feeling of Déjà Vu again, coupled with a vague sense of nausea. "I don't think so." I puzzled over it. "I really don't remember that," I told her, looking back at her, but feeling quite confused now.

"Oh. Don't worry then," she said quickly, almost dismissively, as her expression returned in an instant to a sweet smile. She took my other hand and pulled me toward her. "It's not important," she said softly, her face close to mine.

I was now feeling really odd. My head was spinning, but she quickly explained. "Don't worry if you feel strange," she told me, sliding one arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. "We're just going to have some fun."

"What sort of fun?" I asked.

"I'm going to fuck you," she said, in a matter-of-fact manner as she smiled at me.

"Oh. I thought we might be doing something different," I joked, sarcastically, "as it's Geraldine's party."

"We will," she replied, smiling broadly.

Suddenly it dawned on me - maybe I was still be under some residual influence from the earlier weekend. Perhaps that had been some sort of trigger? I was about to challenge her about it when she turned and swung a leg over mine, to sit astride my lap, facing me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, while not objecting in any way.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she replied, her eyes wide and lascivious. "You're such a pretty little thing, I just can't resist you," she half laughed.

She gripped my wrists, raising and stretching my arms out to the sides across the top of the sofa back, and she pressed her lips softly to mine, moving her head from side to side slightly, caressing my lips with hers for a moment, then tasting them the way she had done the last time. It felt so nice and I was happy to let her take advantage of me that way.

Her tongue traced the gap between my lips then began to probe my mouth gently, and soon she was kissing me, lovingly, then lustily, erotically, as her hands began to caress the bare skin of my outstretched arms from my wrists to the short sleeves of my blouse and back again, exciting me with such wicked torment. I so wanted her to go further, to have her fingertips find my shoulders, then my breasts, but all the time I was aware there were other guests in the house.

"Stop it," I reasoned, half heartedly. "Someone might come down."

"I bet you're not shy like this in the alley at night," she smiled. There was a knowing look in her eyes.

"What?" I gasped in surprise. "What makes you think..." I began, but I didn't finish.

She laughed. "Do you honestly think that I don't know where Geraldine disappears to every night, just before you're about to leave here?" she told me.

"Anyway, I'm not shy," I told her, smiling coyly. "It's just..." Again I didn't finish.

"Prove it," she interrupted, pressing her lips to mine again.

I still had some measure of control, unlike the previous weekend, so I let her know, by extending my tongue into her mouth. She pulled back, looked at me excitedly, then suddenly kissed me roughly, her hands gripping my face as she sucked on my tongue fervently.

"What are you doing?" I repeated, at the first opportunity I had to speak again.

"You're such a sexy little bitch," she half laughed, "and now I'm going to fuck you," she added as she began groping my body through the blouse.

"Not here?" I questioned.

"Yes! Here!" she laughed. "I want to taste your juicy little cunt and I want it now. I want to suck your tits and eat your cunt out. I want to hear you cry as I give you one thundering orgasm after another."

"You don't have to do this," I told her, my voice sounding panicky, but only from the fear of being discovered.

"But I like it," she laughed, pulling my necktie open and hurriedly unfastening the top few buttons on my blouse.

"I mean, it doesn't have to be like this."

"Like what?" she asked, continuing the groping.

"You don't have to hypnotise me to have your way."

She looked at me in surprise. "What makes you think I've hypnotised you?"

"Haven't you?"

She looked guilty. "Well..." she began, but I didn't let her finish.

"I'm happy to do it with you Jenny. I like it, I want it," I said softly, my voice gradually fading to almost a whisper. "Why not let me show you how much?"

"Do you mean that?" She asked, studying my face with a surprised expression. "Do you really mean it?"

"Of course," I smiled. "Do you honestly think I don't know what happened that weekend?" I bluffed.

"What do you mean?" she asked, an element of apprehension in her tone.

'Oh crap! I've dropped Angie in it,' I thought. "I was so sore when I went home," I told her, thinking quickly, "and I couldn't remember anything about Saturday, so something must have happened. Don't you think it might be nice if I could remember this time?" I added, reasoning with her. She looked at me like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Let's both enjoy it can't we?" I asked.

"Hmmm..." she mused. "OK baby. If you say so," she smiled. Her failure to deny it was as good as an admission by anyone's standards.

We kissed again, and soon she was unfastening the rest of the buttons, hurriedly reaching inside to cup my tiny bare breasts in her eager hands.

"Wait! What if someone comes down?" I asked, worried that the younger girls might find us together.

She smiled, kissing my lips. "You're the only one who'll be coming down here today, baby," she giggled. She seemed like a child when she was like this.

"Shouldn't we wait until we're alone?"

She looked around. "We are alone," she laughed.

"I mean properly alone, silly. Shouldn't we go somewhere private?"

"You want to go to my room?" she asked.

The thought of what was waiting in her room unnerved me a little. "No. I mean... isn't this supposed to be a party?"

"Well I'm having fun. Aren't you?"

"Shouldn't we wait until after Geraldine's friends have gone?" I explained.

"Stop worrying," she told me. "No-one is going to disturb us. The girls will all stay upstairs until I go to fetch them."

She gripped my right wrist and moved my hand down to my side, then smiled lustily as she guided it between her thighs. "Do this for Mama," she breathed, her mouth right over my ear.

I stroked the inside of her thigh with the back of my hand. The skin was so warm, and moist and clammy, but I didn't mind. She moaned gently. Then it was my turn to moan as her tongue wriggled into my ear.

I don't know why I should have been surprised, but she too wasn't wearing panties, and the moisture from her bald, clean shaven pussy wetted the back of my hand. She let out a delighted sigh as I turned my tiny fist beneath her, running the knuckles across the wetness of her slit, thrilling her as one raised knuckle after another passed over her extended clitoris, bringing a muffled cry from her as she continued to kiss me fervently.

"Oh my God!" she groaned, her eyes narrowing with pleasure. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Do you like it?" I breathed softly as I smiled.

She didn't answer - not verbally at least. She just kissed me so hard I could hardly get my breath, but she began to relax as I slipped my middle finger into her, then the next.

"Why did you send them up to Geraldine's room?" I asked.

"We don't wantthem here spoiling our fun, do we? You do like to have fun, don't you?"

I felt myself nodding. I was in full agreement, yet somehow still not quite in full control. It seemed that she still had that residual influence over me.

"I meant... are those girls safe up there?"

"Surely you're not suggesting that Angela and Geraldine might be doing anything inappropriate, are you?" she smirked.

"No. Of course not," I told her, although I must admit, from the look on Angie's face as she had dragged Sarina along behind her, ithad crossed my mind.

Jenny moved my other arm down to my side, then opening the front of my blouse she eased it off my shoulders, caressing my neck and shoulders and my arms with the tips of her fingers as she leaned down to kiss me.

"What are you doing?" I heard myself saying again, but my voice sounded like an echo, far away in the distance somewhere.

"I'm just giving you what you want Macey. You do want this, don't you," she whispered, her mouth so close to mine I could feel the words forming against my lips as her fingertips snaked around my tiny breasts in small, random movements, teasing my ultra-sensitive, stiffening nipples.

"Oh yes," I heard myself say. "Oh yes Mama. Give it to me," I breathed.

She began to tease my breasts in small stroking motions, sliding her fingertips from the base of each tiny mound, drawing her fingernails up to the nipples, then pinching them gently, making me squirm with delight.

"Mmmm... You're such a sweet little thing... and I'm such a glutton for sweet young girls."

"No." I complained. "We'll get caught. Someone will come down."

"No they won't," she smiled.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Trust me. No-one will disturb us," she assured me. "They're all far too busy to worry about what we're doing, pretty baby. I'm going to suck your pretty little titties and eat your juicy little cunt," she smiled.

She gripped my braids with both hands, pulling my head back against the top of the sofa, then leaned over me, lapping at my face, the same way that Angie likes to kiss. Before long she was lapping and sucking at my chin, then my neck and throat.

She gently gnawed at my throat for quite a while. It seemed as if she was trying to suck away some sweet flavour from my neck.

Then she looked into my eyes. "Stay there my pretty," she whispered. "I want to taste your cute little titties," she laughed.

Her hands slid down to fondle my breasts, but I remained fixed in place with my arms by my sides, my head still pressed against the back of the sofa.

She began rolling my nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers, while kissing slowly down over my shoulders. Slowly, slowly downward until she was crouching on my lap. She looked up at me, then, holding my body in her hands she began licking my sensitive little breasts, first one then the other, curling her tongue around those stiff, aching little nipples, drawing them into her mouth to suck on them excitedly as my fingers continued to probe beneath her.

Her hands moved up behind my back and she gripped my braids, passing them to one hand as the other moved down to reach up between my thighs. She used the braids to pull my head back, her lips closed tightly over one breast and she sucked hard, gnawing excitedly at the nipple, her fingers reaching deep into me, as mine did with her.

"Give me more," she demanded.

"I can't reach," I complained.

"Well, you can try again when the twins have gone home." she laughed.

"Why do you call them twins? They're obviously not even sisters."

"Because they're so alike. Don't you think they look like twins?"

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation while she was sucking my tits and we fingered each other.

She climbed off the sofa to kneel on the floor before me, and gripped my thighs from behind the knees, and I let out a squeal as she hoisted them up and apart, bringing me to land on my back with a bump on the seat.

Her eyes were wide with lust as she stared at my open crotch. "Oh, you bad little girl," she said softly. "You're so wet. I hope you haven't made a nasty mark on my sofa."

"If I have, I'll lick it up," I giggled.

"Not if I get there first," she breathed softly.

"Do it for me Mama," I moaned. "I want to feel your tongue all over me."

"Oh, you bad, bad little girl," she repeated, smiling as she lowered her head to the tender, puffy flesh of my mound.

"I need you to teach me to be a good girl Mama," I moaned softly, gasping as she blew a stream of cool air onto me, up and down my thighs, and between.

She pulled me toward her until my head was pushed forward against the back of the sofa, and my bottom was hanging over the edge of the seat, and I had no choice but to watch her face moving closer and closer to my open crotch. She smiled up at me, clearly delighted by the sight of my pigtails hanging over my bare shoulders, close to my exposed breasts, studying the anticipation on my face as I waited for the touch of her first warm kiss.

She moved to one side, her lips caressing my thigh close to the knee, then kissing, licking, and sucking at the warm, silky soft flesh, enjoying the salty taste of my skin after my afternoon in the gym.

"You taste delicious," she told me, lapping and sucking at the bare flesh as she gradually worked her way upward, devouring the sweet, salty flavour as she progressed.

"Hold your knees," she ordered, pushing my legs wider. I complied without thinking, but this time it was from wanting to obey rather than having to.

I watched, fascinated, as her head bobbed in time with her lapping, closer and closer to my tingling pussy, peering up at me now and then, her eyes wide and excited as her face disappeared under my skirt.

"You dirty little girl," she breathed. "You're dribbling."

A few more laps and I tensed, anticipating the touch of her tongue, you-know-where, but it never came. She passed it by, instead devouring the flesh on the other thigh, away toward my knee.

"Do it for me Mama," I begged.

She smiled, flipped the skirt up and gripped me by the hips, pressing her open mouth down over me.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I cried, as her tongue began to tease the wet slit open, sliding up to flick at my engorged little clitoris, then down to burrow deep inside me as far as she could reach.

"Oh Mama, Oh I love that. Do it again."

Jenny was only too happy to oblige, and as she brought me closer and closer, my hands instinctively gripped her head and I pushed my crotch up to meet her, crying out so loudly that I was afraid I might attract the attention of the girls upstairs. Jenny didn't seem to care. She thrust into me over and over again, harder and faster, quickly bringing me to the point where no girl could possibly hold back, and I felt the most amazing shock of my first orgasm flood through me as I shuddered in her hands.

She raised herself, wrapping her arms around my tummy and lifting me bodily with her, until I was hanging, half upside-down. My head remained on the seat of the sofa, bent forward by my weight, and my pigtails splayed out sideways, as I stared up to watch her voraciously feasting on my juices, lapping and sucking at the tender flesh all around the tops of my thighs, my bald little mound, and deep into my vulva.

"My God baby. You look just like a little virgin child. I love the taste of pretty little girls," she purred, thrusting her tongue into me again and again as she greedily slurped at me.

I thought we must surely be finished, but I was wrong. We weren't done - not by a long way.

"What's your favourite number?" she asked.

I thought for a moment. "Three," I replied.

"Three?"

"Yes. Two sucking my tits and another between my legs," I laughed.

"You wicked little girl," she smiled.

"That's me," I agreed.

"Mine is sixty nine," she giggled.

"Ooohh," I said softly, smiling back at her.

"What are you doing?" I asked, as she gripped my waist and twizzled me around, resting my bottom on the back of the sofa with my head pushed forward on the seat.

"Your turn to do it for me," she giggled.

She sounded like an excited little child as she swung her leg over my head. She knelt there for a moment, and all I could do was look up at her as she spread my legs wide.

"What a flexible little thing you are," she smiled, forcing me into a perfectsplits. "There's my pretty baby," she breathed softly, closing her mouth over my bald little pussy as she shuffled in closer, kneeling on my hair.

"Hey! You're on my pigt..." I began, but I didn't get to finish before her open crotch pressed down over my mouth. "Mmnh... Mmnh..." came the muffled remainder of my futile objection.

"I know," she said softly, kissing and lapping all around my tender crotch. "Like I said. It's your turn to do it for me now," she told me between kisses. "I want to feel your tongue in there baby," she said, wriggling her bottom around to get her wet slit right over my mouth.

"Put your tongue in baby," she instructed softly.

I had to obey. Not that I wanted to escape, but it would have been nice to have the option. So, I spent the next few minutes fulfilling her every demand.

"Lick me baby," she ordered. "That's right. Lick me all around there. Now push your tongue in for me. That's it. Oh yes. That's so good baby. Oh yes. Wriggle it around for Mama. Oh, you good little girl. Suck it for me. Yes baby. Push your tongue inside and suck my clitty. Mmmm, yes. Pull it with your lips baby."

All the while, between her calling instructions, she was sucking my pussy, probing me with her tongue, and lapping all around, devouring my juices. But it wasn't long before my efforts proved insufficient for her insatiable appetite.

"My God, I love eating pretty little girls like you," she enthused.

It occurred to me that it wasn't really me that she wanted at all. I could have been any anonymous little girl and she would have been happy. It seemed reasonable to assume that here was the sort of degenerate who might easily pick up some lone girl hitchhiking, or maybe even kidnap an unsuspecting little girl from the beach, carry her off to some isolated spot to use and abuse her, then dump her on a lonely road out in the middle of nowhere, only to go off and find another.