After School Delight Pt. 10

"You tell a living soul," I warned him, "and I'll make sure your wife knows you've been fucking schoolgirls on her kitchen table."

His face dropped. He faltered, then blurted out, "She'd never believe you."

"Really?" I challenged. "She will if prove I was here by telling her where to find something that I hid in one of the cupboards.And I'll tell the police you've been fucking underage schoolgirls."

He hesitated again, clearly not too fast at thinking, then countered, "Ain't none of you's underage."

"That won't matter," I told him. "The scandal would be enough. You'd be crucified," I laughed. "What would your neighbours think if I ran outside screaming, like this?" I asked him, standing there topless.

He hesitated again. "What d'you 'ide anyway? Where is it?" he asked, sounding seriously concerned now.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out..." I told him, "unless you keep quiet, that is," I smiled back, falsely.

"Don't wowy," Angie told him. "I have lots of other fwiends. I'll bwing you someone new evewy week. We can have our fun with them together," she told him.

Wendy and I were still furious as we began getting dressed, while Angie made a pad of tissues to pack into her panties. Arthur was about to leave the room, obviously to wipe himself clean, but Angie jumped down from the table, telling him. "No. Don't go. I'll do it for you."

Neither Wendy nor I could believe what we had witnessed, but it went on. She fell to her knees and took his dirty shrinking shaft in her mouth again, licking and lapping and sucking at it greedily, cleaning it for him until the only trace of his experience that remained, was the glistening of her saliva on his shrunken member.

Very little was said as we left the house, but Angie smiled lovingly as she looked back at him, standing back from the doorway lest the neighbours might see.

"Thanks for making him keep quiet," Wendy said, gripping my hand.

"What else could I do?" I asked, smiling at her.

We could just imagine him telling his mates, 'I sucked 'er tits while I was fuckin' her friend'. "That's never going to happen," I assured her.

We were hardly out of the gate when Angie stopped and turned to Wendy. "You're not still angwy with me, are you?" she asked.

"Give me one good reason why I should ever talk to you again, after what you did in there," Wendy hissed, through gritted teeth.

Angie gripped her by the shoulders and turned our friend to face her. "Look at me," she demanded. Wendy did as she was told. "There's no harm done, is there?"

"That's not the point," Wendy insisted, her voice almost breaking into a cry, but Angie didn't stop there. She grabbed Wendy's head and kissed her, full on the mouth, taking her completely by surprise.

Wendy struggled, and pulled free, gasping, "Wha... What did you dothat for?" she squealed.

"To see if you still love me?" Angie asked, smiling. Wendy, glared at her. "I still love you," Angie offered, pouting.

"Oh!" Wendy huffed, stamping her foot. "You're impossible!" she retorted.

"But, not unlovable?" Angie seemed to plead.

"Oh... you're sostupid!" Wendy snapped, but she was stifling a laugh.

"So... youdo still love me?" she asked.

"No," Wendy replied, but she still allowed Angie to kiss her again.

I just looked on, thoroughly amazed.

"I wouldn't have let him hurt you," Angie reasoned. "I just wanted to turn him on a little. You know. Tease him?"

"Tease him? You weren't teasing him!" she half shouted.

"Don't you think it was enough to let him fuck you?" I asked. "Why did you have to let him put his hands on Wendy?"

"I didn't mean any harm," she replied, turning away. It wasn't really a reply, but it was clear we weren't going to get any more out of her. Not today, anyway.

Still, I was curious about why she would do that, so I asked her, "So... if your mam knew your dad was doing it with you, why did she throw him out?"

"Shedidn't know. Daddy and I kept it secwet," she replied. I looked at her, puzzled, "but," she went on, "when he started with Ges, she didn't know how to be discweet. They got caught." She took a deep breath. "After that... no more Daddy's cock for poor little Angie," she sighed, "but it's OK now," she added with a wicked little smile.

By then, we had almost arrived at Wendy's door.

There was no more sex at Wendy's house - we'd all had enoughbiology project by that time. But I did happen to mention to Edna that I had a free period the following afternoon.

"I only have maths in the morning on Wednesdays Mrs J," I told her. "The the rest of the day I have for free study." I winked at her.

"Oh. That's nice luvvie," she replied, as she smiled and nodded. "Must be nice to do whatever you want of an afternoon," she smiled.

"Yes," I agreed. "Maybe I'll think of something different this week. I've been meaning to get on with some of my project work for some time. I emphasised the wordproject.

Maybe I'll find time for it this week?"

"What project work?" Wendy asked.

"Oh, nothing special. Just something I half promised to do," I told her, my gaze firmly fixed on her mam.

"What's your plan for tomorrow?" I asked Edna.

"Oh, Wednesdays I have myself an afternoon off. I sits with my feet up and watch the Omnibus Edition of Corrie - that's my favourite soap."

Mmmm... Sounds nice, I told her, smiling suggestively.

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By now the afternoon was drawing to a close, and back at Angie's house it was time for Methi and her two lovely girls to leave. They said their goodbyes in the hallway, Methi with her arms around the shoulders of both Suzanne and Karen, reaching down behind them to squeeze their bottoms affectionately as she kissed them farewell, while Geraldine hugged the pair from the other side, also kissing one as Methi kissed the other, and coaxing them to kiss each other.

"I think," Methi told them, "we must all have fun together next time?"

"Sounds good to me," Jenny replied, with a smile, and after a series of inappropriately intimate farewell kisses from her with Methi's two girls (which their mother seemed completely oblivious to), they waved goodbye to the three, and Jenny closed the door.

"Well!" Jenny exclaimed, turning to Suzanne and Karen, "I suppose weshould be thinking about getting you two dressed and off home too, shouldn't we?"

She looked at the two classmates standing side by side. "Unless..." she paused, licking her lips, "you'd like to stay a while longer?"

Suzie looked lustfully at Karen, who seemed uncertain, but Jenny wasn't about to let Karen go that easily. She wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulled her close and kissed her full on the mouth, her free hand sliding down over one tiny breast, tweaking the nipple gently, before moving over the bare tummy and coming to rest between the girl's instantly accommodating thighs.

"Could I ring my mum first?" Karen asked, when Jenny at last released her, "so she doesn't worry?"

"Of course," Jenny smiled.

"Me too?" Suzie echoed.

As Karen finished talking to her mother, she passed the phone to Suzie, and Jenny took her aside again, kissing her rather more fervently, while Suzie explained to her mother in much the same way that Karen had just done, why she wasn't coming home tonight. Ges stood beside Suzie, with one arm behind the girl's back, reaching around behind her to grip and fondle one ripe young breast, while the other hand explored way down between her thighs.

"Yes Mummy, I'm Uh... going to stay for tea here at Angela's house. No Uh... Mummy. We're going to Uh... do our homework to... Uh... together."

"What's wrong dear?" came the voice over the phone.

"Nothing Mu... Uh, Mummy," Suzie giggled. "I just have hiccups."

"What time will you be home then?" came the voice again.

"Can I stay here tonight Mummy? I can go to school from... Uh... here. Angela said she... Uh, will loan me some clean... Uh, underwear."

"Very well then, but be sure you behave yourself."

"I will Mummy. Bye," Suzie said, turning to Ges and giggling as she put the phone down.

Jenny slipped one arm each around the shoulders of the pair, leading them to the stairs, with Ges following excitedly behind.

"I don't suppose..." Jenny began, as they mounted the stairs, "either of you have any sisters?"

"I have a little sister," Karen offered, naively.

"Really?" Jenny enthused.

"Yes. She's just started at our school this year."

"Really!" Jenny exclaimed. "Well, perhaps you might like to invite her to come along with you, next time you visit us?"

"OK," Karen smiled. "What are we going to do now?" she asked.

Jenny smiled a wicked smile. "Tell her what we're going to do Suzanne. Youdo remember don't you? Remember... what we did with you?"

"Well... When I was here with Angela and Geraldine..." Suzie began, "they made a pile of pillows in the middle of the bed, and spread me out on top. Then Geraldine and Angela held me down. They hooked their legs around mine and held me open for Mama. They were sucking my nipples, and..."

"And that's what we're going to do with you my pretty," Jenny interrupted, laughing. "AndI'm going to fuck you with a great big strap-on," she whispered. "Do you think you could manage to cry for me?" she asked. "Just to make it a bit more exciting?"

"Why?" Karen asked.

"Because my sweet," Jenny told her, reaching to play with one pert little nipple as she guided the girl into the darkness of her den of sin, "I simply love... raping... pretty... little... girls," she smiled.

Ges, being the last one in, closed the door, and immediately there was a surprised squeal from Karen, then a long pause followed by a constant delighted moaning sound.

"Oh God," Karen's voice rang out. "That feels so good."

"You three sit on the bed," Jenny was heard to say. "That's it. Karen in the middle. Now, I'm going to kneel here." There was a pause, then Jenny said, "Why don't you all lie back. That's it. Just relax together. That's my good girls. Stroke her body for me. Now, Karen. Open up for Mama, there's a good girl. Oh my... What a pretty little thing you are. Don't be scared now. There's nothing to worry about. I'm just going to... Mmmm... Oh yes. Oh, you pretty little baby. You like that, don't you. Oh yes. Mmmm... Oh, such a sweet, juicy little cunt. So tangy.So tasty.Mmmm... Oh yes."

Several minutes of delighted, enthusiastic sounds from Jenny passed, before she spoke again.

"OK. Get her up on the pillows. That's right. Now girls, I'd like you to spread her out for me. Uh Huh... Oh Yes. That's good. Oh, that's just beautiful. That's justperfect. Now why don't you both suck her pretty little titties while I get this on."

There was another pause, while Karen's delighted moans were heard above the sucking and slurping sounds from her two eager partners.

A few seconds later, Jenny's voice came back. "OK girls," "Now, spread her wide. That's it. Get her nice and wide for Mama."

Karen's fearful voice was heard to reply, "What are you going to do with that?"

"Don't worry child," Jenny told her. "I'm just going to rape you with it," she laughed.

"Oh No! Oh Please No! Not that. No! Please! That is too big!"

"Nonsense, this is asmall one," she laughed. "After this, I'm going to let the girls both have a turn with the bigger ones. Now... Hold her still," came the determined tone of Jenny's voice. "That's it baby. You struggle all you want my pretty," she growled. "That just makes it all the more fun," she laughed.

There was a scream, followed by Jenny's laughter, then another scream, followed by a series of regular 'Ugh, Ugh, Ugh', sounds, mingled with impained cries from Karen.

"That's right my pretty," Jenny purred. "This is what Mama uses pretty little girls for."

Karen just sobbed.

"Come along girls... Ugh..." Jenny said to her two helpers, "Get her legs... Ugh... all the way up... so I can... Ugh... rest her feet on my shoulders. Ugh... That's it. I want to... Ugh... get this... Ugh... right inside her."

Karen continued struggling and crying, exciting Jenny all the more as she moved her arms forward to grip the girl's hips. With the Karen's legs now trapped and her heels lodged against Jenny's shoulders, the lust crazed woman began licking the soles of the sobbing girl's feet as she drilled her roughly.

The sounds of Karen's cries, punctuated by the repeating 'Ugh, Ugh, Ugh', noises continued as Jenny asked, "How do you like being raped little girl. Are we hurting you baby?"

"Yes! Yes!" came the reply from the sobbing girl, as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Should we stop then?" Jenny asked.

"No! Don't stop. It feels amazing. Just suck my tits and fuck me. Don't ever stop. I love it," came the strained response.

"Struggle then my pretty.Struggle for Mama while I rape you. Make it real for Mama," Jenny encouraged. "Mama justloves raping pretty little girls, she laughed.

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The following day I arrived on Edna's doorstep soon after midday "Oh. I wasn't expectin' you," Edna lied. "Come on then luvvie. You'd best come inside," she smiled, inviting me in.

We were sitting in the kitchen having a cup of tea and exchanging pleasantries, and I was telling her all about what I'd been doing at school.

"You're not in the same class as my Wendy then?" she asked.

"No Mrs J," I told her. "There are two senior classes. I'm in 6A and Wendy is in 6B."

"What's the difference then?" she asked. "You smarter than Wendy?"

"Oh no. It's nothing like that," I told her. "There are just too many of us for one class now we all have to stay at school until we're eighteen," I smiled. "6A are slightly older girls, but everyone in the sixth forms are over eighteen now that Wendy has had her birthday. She is the youngest, of course."

"Hmmm. You don't look eighteen."

"I'm nineteen," I told her, "but you're right. Most people tell me that."

"What do you like best about school then?" she asked me.

"Oh, I suppose it's good that we can further our education," I told her, "but it's all a bit political isn't it," I sighed.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, we only have to stay on at school so the government can say the unemployment figures are lower than they really are."

"Yes," she sighed. "I suppose you're right... but I have to say it's unusual to find a schoolgirl who understands that. The politics, I mean."

"You have to remember Mrs J, a few years ago I would have left school at fifteen, so I would have been a young working woman for three years by now."

She smiled. "True," she agreed.

"And..." she paused for effect, "what do you like most about being a young woman?"

"Oh, the freedom of course."

"Freedom?Freedom for what?"

"Freedom to do as I want," I smiled. "You know. The sort of freedom you found when you were in the Air Force."

"Ah... well... That wasn't freedom luvvie. We all had to do what we was told," she smiled.

"Yes, but you were able to explore your own identity, weren't you? You know... your sexuality?"

She was quiet for a moment, until she ventured to ask, "And you? Have you explored your own sexuality?"

"You know I have," I replied, fiddling with the buttons on my blouse. "And..." I went on, "the legal age of consent in this country is only sixteen, isn't it," I added, "so you see... I've really been an adult for over three years now."

"You don't look it luvvie," she told me.

"So many people tell me that," I replied, allowing the top two buttons to fall undone.

That was when she changed the subject, asking me what I'd like her to tell me about. It was obvious she was intrigued as to whether I truly wanted what she was clearly hoping for. "Tell me about the billets," I asked.

"What about them?" she asked.

"What were they like? What was it like sharing an enormous bedroom with lots of other women?"

"Well, there was ten bunks all down one side, so twenty beds in all. It all felt a bit strange at first. Took most of us a while to get our heads around the idea of sleepin' with lots of others, all in the same room that is, but we soon got used to it."

"Where was Maori's bunk?" I probed, leading her straight in the direction she had hoped.

"Near the middle," Edna replied. "She was on the top of her bunk."

"So... the other girls could see her bunk from theirs?"

"Those on the top could, and the ones at the bottom at either side."

"Could you see her bunk from where you were?"

"No luvvie. Mine was at the end. I had a bottom bunk, but I could hear the others gigglin' alright, so I knew what she was doin', right enough. We all did. She'd have her knees up and the gigglin' would start. We all knew."

"When did she first... you know... come to visit you?"

"Oh, that was a bright night. There was an air raid, but it was real close. We was all scared, but for some reason she decided to come and sit with me."

There was a long pause, before she continued. "You know I'd said that some of the other girls started pairing up?" she resumed.

"Uh huh," I nodded.

"Well it wasn'tsome of them. It wasmost of the others. All of them except one in fact. Her name was Rose. She was a cute little thing, not much bigger than you luvvie, but she had a bit more... up top, you know?"

I looked down at my meagre bust - or the lack of it, and sighed, looking back at her in a pathetic, disappointed way.

"Oh, I didn't mean no offense luvvie. I think big bosoms are a hindrance anyway. Much better to be cute and petite like you," she smiled.

I fiddled with two more buttons on my blouse, which happened to fall open, just to encourage her a little, and she smiled broadly. "I'm just a bit warm," I explained. "Please go on."

She gulped. "Well..." she resumed, but her voice was a little croaky, "Rose was in Maori's bottom bunk. Maori wanted her, you see. I could tell by the way she always looked at her, but Rose wasn't interested, see?"

I nodded.

"So anyway, Maori got this fixation with Rose. She'd had some fun with nearly everyone else, but now she wanted Rose."

Edna paused for a moment, then sighed. "Maori had this way of explainin' things that made sense... to get her own way, understand? And she really wanted her way with Rose."

I nodded again.

"Anyway, she says to the rest of us that if Rose isn't one of us she might let the cat out, you know? Then we'd all be deep in it, like court-martial or worse. So she says we have to get her.Make her join the club, see?

"So this one night, after Rose is asleep, she gets us all together and we crowd round Rose's bunk. There was so many of us, Rose couldn't get away if she tried. Then Maori whips off the covers and Rose jumps awake and screams, but by then it's too late. A couple of girls grab her arms, a couple more grab her legs and they pull her sideways across the bunk, holdin' her down.

"Maori says to her that we have to be sure she's not going to tell on us. She says she won't, but Maori says we got to be sure. Rose promises, but that's not good enough for Maori. She needs to be certain. 'What more do you want?' Rose asks. 'Well, if you are with us, you cannot tell, can you', Maori tells her, in her oriental way. Rose promises, but it don't do no good. We've got her now and she ain'tgettin' away."

Edna's face was alight as she related the story, and she could tell from my expression that the tale excited me too, so she knew it was safe to continue.

"So, Maori tells the girls to hold her, and she starts to rip Rose's nightgown open at the front. Rose starts strugglin' and screamin' but the others are laughin' and wantin' to join in. Rose is terrified of course, cryin' she is, but one of the girls holds a hand over her mouth while some of the others help Maori to rip her gown away."