The Old Man and the Schoolgirls 5 - Mff

by Methuselah

Disclaimer: This is an adult fantasy. You are strongly advised
not to attempt any of the activities described here, not least
because it would result in several years in prison suffering the
abuse of such decent folk as muggers and murderers.

Author's Note

This story is inspired by the very great Tammy Lismore.
It starts slowly, but I hope it's worth the wait.
If you don't like it, demand your money back...
For more of my stories, see https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Methuselah/
Comments are welcome at ancientofdays@bigfoot.com


CHAPTER 6 - INTERMISSION

It was Saturday, a few days after my three-way session with the
girls. In my half-awake mind, I  was reliving the Sapphic
performance that they'd put on for my pleasure, and wondering
whether they'd explore the delights of oral sex before our next
meeting, as I'd suggested just before they left.

This was getting me quite warm and, in the reasonable expectation
that they wouldn't visit today, I was considering taking the
matter in hand.

Just as I was getting comfortable, my mobile rang. I didn't
recognise the caller's number, but since only Jean  and Fiona had
the number of that mobile, I had a good idea who was calling.
Still, I kept quiet when I answered, just in case.

"Hello, is that you, Aaron?"

"It is, Jean" (for it was she). "How are you doing, love?"

"I'm deep in it, Aaron. Mum knows yesterday was an in-service
day! One of her idiot friends in the self-awareness group
complained about it to her. She's grounded me and taken away my
mobile for a week for lying about the in-service day - that's why
I'm on the house phone. Even worse, she told Fiona's mum and
she's grounded too".

"Sorry to hear that, J, but she didn't guess what you were
doing?"

"No, I got the third degree about what I did yesterday and she
went through the full charge sheet of things I'm not allowed to
do. I'm not a good liar, but I didn't have deny anything on the
list, so I got away with it".

"What, sex with schoolgirls and old men not on the list then, J?"
I'd slipped into using the girls' nicknames as they did.

"No, neither of those.". She giggled at the thought. "Only boys,
and you don't really... Ooh, sorry, Aaron".

"That's all right, love, I don't qualify by at least forty
years", I laughed. "We can wait a week, can't we?"

"Yes, but it's a little more awkward than that. You see, I'll be,
well you know, out of action soon after".

"I understand, J, after all I've been married twice! Can we
pencil in next Thursday?"

"That'd be great, but it means we won't be able to do our
homework".

"Then you'll have learn on the job. I might even provide some
visual aids".

"H'mm. I could even pick some up on the Internet - if that wasn't
banned as well, while I'm grounded", she sighed.

"Yes, and I bet I know what you'd do while you watched them!
Where are you now?"

"Well, mum's out pushing leaflets through doors, so I'm using the
extension in her bedroom - she doesn't trust mobiles. I'm laid on
her bed. In my nightie, in fact...". There was an edge to her
voice that hadn't been there before.

"Is it a sexy nightie, J?" I was getting into this.

"No, it's a yucky little girly nightie with icky little birds on
it".

"No bunnies, J?"

"No, but it's got sweet little wobins and spawwows. Yucky..."

"I like getting into little girls' icky little nighties...", I
insinuated.

"I bet you do, you dirty old man", Jean giggled.

"Indeed I am, J. Can you feel my dirty old hand squeezing your
titty through your icky little nightie?"

"Ooh, yes. Can you feel my hand stroking your willy through -
what are you wearing, Aaron?"

"A striped cotton nightshirt, J".

"That is so NOT cool, Aaron. Still, I can feel your willy through
it".

"Only BAD little girls stroke old men's willies, J. I hope you're
not enjoying this... I'll just put my hand up your nightie to see
if you're getting wet".

"Ooh, yes I am. I can feel a dirty old man touching me in my
special place. I think I'll touch him as well..."

There was an interlude of heavy breathing and bedspringing.

"There's a bad little girl stroking my cock and I do believe I'm
going to come soon..."

"Hang on, I'm nearly there too, he's got his fingers right inside
me... Oh, yes, here it comes..."

It took me a few seconds longer but I came hard. "Yes, feel me
come over your hand and all over your little titties. Ooh, YES!!"

Our breathing gradually subsided back to normal. "Mmm. That was
nice, Aaron. I haven't done it over the phone before".

"Have you thought of doing it with Fi?" I enquired.

"Yes, but there's always someone around in her house and, of
course, she doesn't have her mobile. Maybe we could do it again,
though?"

"Maybe we could, J. Right now, perhaps?"

"I don't think... I mean, my mum will be back soon. Oh, right,
you're teasing, aren't you?"

"Too right, J. I'm not eighteen any longer. It takes a while for
me to give a repeat performance these days. Anyway, you'd better
not be in your mum's bed when she gets back."

"Yes, I don't think she'd approve of me masturbating for a dirty
old man in HER bed", she laughed.

"Indeed, J. Just one thing. Dial Directory Enquiries after you
hang up".

"You what? Oh, right, in case she hits the Repeat button. OK,
Aaron. Take care, love. See you on Thursday if you don't hear
from me before".

"Take care, J, love. Give my love to Fi if you get the chance".

"Will do. If you have a message for her, ring me. She's bound to
ring me".

"OK, love, will do. Tell her about Thursday".

"Surely will. Bye bye, Jean".

Well, that had been a close shave, but Jean had showed courage
under fire. Nice bit of phone sex, as well. Odd, though, that a
fifteen-year-old should play at being much younger.

All we could do now was wait for Thursday...

So we did. Fiona and Jean rang a couple of times and I passed on
some girlish trivia, as well as Thursday's appointment.

Jean's mum had arrived the very second she got back to her own
room, so she wasn't inclined to try any more phone sex, and Fiona
was never alone long enough to think about it.

Both mothers were extra-vigilant and, after our one session, Jean
had to make tea and toast for hers to stop her sniffing around
(literally!) in her own bedroom. Burning the toast was, I feel, a
master-stroke; if it was deliberate...

****

CHAPTER 7 - THE THIRD SESSION
On Thursday at lunchtime, Jean rang as expected. She had her
mobile back, the sanctions had been lifted and we were free to
meet.

Their mothers were still suspicious, though. We had to be
ultra-cautious; but, then, I always am.

The plan was to meet at not-really-my house at two o'clock. Both
girls had reported "unfit for games". The games mistress, a local
Tory worthy and suspected lesbian, wasn't going to talk to Jean's
mother; they described each other to their very different circles
as  "That Fascist thug" and "That loony Lefty", respectively.

It occurred to me that both girls would be in school uniforms; I
wasn't quite sure how I felt about that. Despite my role-playing
with Jean, I was very much treating them as young adults. I'd
have to play it by ear  - or whatever body part came conveniently
to hand.

When the doorbell rang, I was there to greet them and hustled
them indoors: NOT a good idea to be seen snogging schoolgirls in
uniform, even if it wasn't strictly my doorstep.

They wore surprisingly short blue skirts, white blouses and
striped school ties. I'd watched girls dressed like this from the
cafe, but this was the first time I'd got this close.

Once inside, they got the full hug. First, Fiona, with a soul
kiss that gained from a week of frustration, and a fondle of one
of those perfect breasts. Then, Jean, with her kiss that made up
in enthusiasm what it lacked in expertise, and my hand up her
skirt as we'd simulated on the phone.

I noticed that she was wearing thick underwear (well, even
thicker than Mum's Approved). These must be school uniform
knickers - I decided I quite liked them.

There was no question of staying downstairs this time; we
processed upstairs with Jean taking the lead and your author at
the rear. Halfway up, Fiona stopped and wiggled her bum at me in
invitation.

Being a gentleman, I could hardly refuse and I discovered that
she was also wearing school knickers. There seemed to be a
certain roughness underneath, but I didn't rush things - I'd find
out soon enough.

My curiosity got the better of me in another direction, though.
"I'm no expert, alas, but I didn't think girls wore uniform
knickers nowadays".

Fiona laughed and said "We don't, except for the ones Jean's mum
makes her wear". Jean scowled. "We do wear them for games,
though. It wouldn't do for passers-by to see me in my own
knickers".

"Yes, I can see there'd be a risk of heart attacks among men of a
certain age. Not a bad way to go, mind", I mused.

"If you two have finished rabbiting about knickers, can we get on
with things", called Jean from the top of the stairs.

All this time, I'd been gently stroking Fiona through her
knickers, but I detached my hand and we followed Jean into the
bedroom.

I sat in my customary throne, and the girls did a twirl in front
of me to show off their uniforms. I was a bit surprised that they
still wore their ties; all the girls I'd seen from the Jolly
Friar had ripped off their ties as soon as the got through the
school gates.

Fiona laughed. "It's a special treat for you, Aaron. Now we're
going to give you another".

Both girls stripped together for me, starting with those school
ties, and leaving their dark blue gym knickers until last.

It will disappoint those readers with a school uniform fetish to
know that I was more turned on by the thought of seeing the two
fifteen-year-olds naked than by the sight of their school
clothes. Fiona's sexy lingerie had done much more for me - so it
goes.

When they got down to their knickers, they took turns. Jean
teased me with glimpses of her tiny buttocks before revealing her
darling blonde curls, on which I planted a little kiss, leaning
forward from my chair.

Then Fiona showed me her lovely rounded bum before turning and
removing her substantial undergarment to show me that her dark
hair, almost black, was growing back.

I kissed the sparse patch, then asked, "Lovely, Fi, but why did
you stop shaving her?"

"Well, Aaron, I've been ultra-careful since we got sussed last
week. If my mum found I'd started shaving, she might put two and
two together... You don't mind, do you?"

"It's really sexy, Fi", and, to prove my point, I put my hands on
her bum, pulled her to me, and gave her a proper kiss, tongue and
all. Her hair was a bit spiky, but it was an interesting
sensation; I wondered how Jean would take it.

"Not fair, Aaron. You didn't kiss mine like that", complained
Jean, not entirely seriously.

"I will, J", I promised. "and so, I hope, will Fi". Fiona's smile
and nod suggested that she would be happy to. "Now, if you'll sit
down, it's my turn".

I was confident enough by now to strip for the girls - I'm in
reasonable nick for my age, and the body part at their eye level
was fairly impressive, at least in its current state. When I was
naked, I presented it for close inspection to Fiona, who kissed
its head, and then to Jean, who took it into her virginal mouth,
and stroked it gently.

She'd been fascinated by my willy ever since she first saw it; I
wondered how far that fascination would take her. It was most
enjoyable, but we had other plans for the day. I pulled away and
sat back down.

"Now, girls, have you done your homework?" I was pretty sure they
hadn't, but it seemed a good way to introduce the subject.

"No, Aaron, we haven't even met outside school until today",
complained Fiona.

"And I haven't even been allowed on the Internet", chipped in
Jean.

"Nor me, J. I've learned quite a lot in the past, though".

"What, you've watched women doing it to each other?" Jean sounded
shocked. "With their mouths and all? Did you? You know...".

Considering what she'd done quite happily with Fiona and me, Jean
was still amazingly shy verbally.

"Yes, Jean, I've watched women having oral sex and masturbated
while I did it. Do you have a problem with that?". This in
Fiona's most schoolmistressly voice.

"No, Fi", Jean said meekly.

"Never mind, J. I've prepared an instructional video", I
continued in the educational vein. "If you're sitting
comfortably, I'll begin". As I anticipated, the reference to
Children's Hour was lost on them. I picked up the remote and
started the DVD I'd prepared earlier.

The large screen on the wall behind me and to my left (and the
girls' right) lit up. It showed two barely legal and very
desirable teenagers sitting naked on a double bed. I knew the
video well. For the next ten minutes, they would give a
comprehensive demonstration of the art of cunnilingus,
culminating in a soixante-neuf in which they would experience (or
fake) mutual and volcanic orgasms.

I'd seen this show dozens of times, and it never failed to do the
business, but this time I was watching the girls, not the screen.


Fiona's hand went to her crotch almost immediately. Jean was more
doubtful; she watched with mouth open and thighs closed for
several minutes. Then she abandoned her goldfish impression and
her right hand found a little breast to squeeze. After a little
longer, her thighs opened and her left hand crept between them.

Fiona changed hands, put her right arm round Jean and kissed her
neck. Jean snuggled up to her, but nothing would distract her
attention from the couple on the screen. Her hand was moving
faster now, and her left breast was firmly held by Fiona. She
came with the couple on the screen; it was less dramatic but
undoubtedly genuine.

Fiona had concentrated on fondling Jean and had missed out on
hers. Now she turned to Jean. "Will you finish me off, J, love?".


Jean was still descending from her view of Heaven. "What, Fi?
Yes, of course...". She turned to her classmate and kissed and
suckled at her left breast. Fiona purred. Then Jean slipped her
hand between the open legs but Fiona gently pushed it away.

"Not your hand, love". Jean pulled away from that delectable
swelling and looked up, baffled. Fiona put the index finger of
her left hand, so recently engaged in her pussy, to Jean's lips.

"You mean? With my mouth..."

"Please, J. It would be lovely if you would..."

"OK, Fi. I'll try. Tell me if I do it wrong".

She knelt in front of me with her head between her young friend's
legs, as she opened them even wider. My view was blocked by
Jean's head but the sight of her taut little arse and the
pleasure on Fiona's face were adequate compensation.

"That's right, J, love. That's SO good. Up a bit, lover, lick the
button. Oh FUCK ME, yes". Fiona's face was a mask of ecstasy as
she reached her climax. Her legs closed around Jean's head.

"Stop now, love. That's enough". Jean didn't stop; she was taking
to this like a duck to water. "Please stop... Oh God, it's coming
again..."

She practically hauled Jean off by her ears and then flopped back
on the bed, exhausted. Jean turned to me and pouted. "I was just
getting started".

"You liked it then? You weren't put off by the stubble?", I
asked.

"It was really cool... Stubble? No, that was OK, too".

"And you didn't mind the taste?"

"No, I mean I've tasted it on my fingers when I, well, you
know... And when me and Fi, like...". Once again, that strange
verbal shyness.

"Is your little mouth exhausted?", I enquired, hopefully.

"What? No, of course not!". She looked down at my member, which
looked back at her with its monocular stare.

She shuffled round, still on her knees, and bent her head into my
lap to take him into her mouth. She fondled him gently with her
right hand and cradled my balls with her left.

I'd been enjoying the spectacle in front of me, rather than
playing with myself, so I had time to savour this blowjob. Jean's
technique was gentle and loving, and she led me to my orgasm,
rather than forcing me there.

I was concentrating on Jean's mouth around my cock, and her blue
eyes looking into mine but, out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Fiona get up from her swoon. She sat up on the edge of the bed
and stroked Jean's back and her golden hair.

"I'm nearly there, J. A little bit quicker with your hand... Oh
yes, I'm coming!"

I spurted, and felt Jean sucking out my soul through my penis.
Maybe there was less this time, or maybe she was getting more
skilful, but she got most of it in her mouth. She turned back to
Fiona who, by now, had her hands on her little titties, and
shared my offering without being asked.

They continued the snog long enough to make me a little jealous;
then Fiona leaned forwards to see if there was any left. I'm not
sure whether there was, but I enjoyed her attempt to find out!

"Me now, Fi!", Jean urged. "Shall I lie back on the bed, you
know... I mean, like... so Aaron can see". The camera angles on
the 'instructional' film must have registered on her, but she
didn't find it easy to say.

Eventually, we worked it out. Jean lay along the bed on the side
nearest my chair and Fiona knelt between her legs. I pulled my
chair up close, so I was looking at Jean's crotch. Once again,
the contrast between her shy speech and shameless actions struck
me forcibly.

Jean opened her legs wider and whispered, "Come on, Fi, love".

Fiona lowered her head and I saw her tongue tip tentatively touch
Jean's lips. Jean wriggled and gasped, "Ooh, that's nice. More,
please".

For a while, I watched as Fiona gently licked her friend, like a
cat washing her kitten. Then Jean pulled her head down into her
crotch and I lost some of the visual stimulation. However, Jean's
gasps and cries as her excitement mounted more than made up for
it.

I leaned over to my right and teased her left nipple, first with
my fingers, then with my tongue, then my fingers again. As she
neared her climax, I raised my head and looked into those
beautiful blue eyes as she stared at her Holy Grail.

When she came, mewing like a kitten, I felt her vibration through
my fingers. I bent down and kissed her; she responded
enthusiastically. Of course, Fiona couldn't resist the
opportunity for revenge, and we were still kissing when she came
for a second time.

It was my job to haul Fiona off this time, and I kissed her to
taste Jean's nectar on her lips.

Then we both snuggled together with Jean as she lay there.  "Did
I do it right, J?", Fiona asked, although I suspected that she
knew the answer. "No, Fi, you were awful, she giggled. I only
came twice". We all hugged and kissed each other, and life was
wonderful.

It was Fiona who noticed that I still had an erection; it's a
difficult thing to miss when it's poking into your stomach. "Are
you still horny, Aaron?"

I had to admit that watching her go down on Jean has turned me
back on. "Yes, but I'm not sure I can come a second time".

"I think we can arrange that, don't you, J?". Jean murmured her
assent. "Come on, then, J".

She waved her hands like a magician, and in a rather dilatory
flash, I found myself with a pussy at either side of my head, and
two eager faces staring at my crotch. As I'd predicted, my Second
Coming wasn't quick. They took turns with hands and mouths, and I
occupied myself by grazing on two teenage cunnies.

I honestly couldn't say whose mouth received my load, but I do
know I was licking out Fiona when it happened. The stubble didn't
put me off, either. By the time I looked southward, the girls had
already shared my donation, and were giggling together over my
shrivelled willy.

It amused them that, however much they prodded, tickled, kissed
or sucked it, there was no response. Mock-seriously, I warned,
"DO NOT TEASE THE GENITALS", but they burst into giggles.

We showered and dressed, and I noticed less giggling in the
girls' shower but much earnest conversation. I handed Fiona the
promised brown envelope with the two crisp fifties but, to my
amazement, she handed it back.

"No, Aaron, we don't want paying. Jean and I really enjoyed it
and we were wondering if we could carry on doing it together".

Now, that WAS a surprise! "Of course you can, girls. That would
be magic! But you're sure there's nothing I can do for you. I
really am very well off". Even to me, that sounded pathetic.

"You can get us some sexy underwear if you like. I'm sure J would
appreciate that". Jean nodded her agreement. "If you keep it
here, we could dress up before we undress, so to speak".

"Something with wabbits on for J, then... Ow!" Jean had, quite
rightly, clipped me round the ear.

"Something with wabbits on for both of us, if you want us to play
at being little girls", Fiona suggested. Jean had obviously told
her about our little game over the phone.

Jean blushed, but she also nodded.

We said our goodbyes, with much hugging and kissing, and a last
grope at their school knickers. They would phone me to confirm
our next meeting. "Next" - what a delightful word!



  
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