The Old Man and the Schoolgirls 4 - 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 5 - THE SECOND SESSION

The girls didn't ring over the weekend, and, by Wednesday
morning, I began to wonder whether they'd keep their promise to
visit me twice more. They already had the �600 they needed to
replace the money they lost in the wash, and maybe they felt
they'd rather not repeat the indignity of masturbating for my
pleasure and blowing me for the �100 bonus I'd promised.

On the other hand, they seemed to have enjoyed themselves (and,
to a surprising extent, each other), and they seemed quite happy
when they left. But then who understands women, let alone
schoolgirls?

I wasn't too disappointed; since my lottery win, the money was a
drop in the ocean. It would be a pity not to see them again, but
the memories of that evening would remain with me for a lifetime.

I was consoling myself thus, and considering the option of a
quiet wank, when the phone rang. Rapidly putting away the old
man, I picked up the mobile to hear a rather posh young voice say
"Hello, Aaron". I recognised Jean's number, but that wasn't her
voice.

"Hello, Fiona, I thought you'd vanished", I said seriously. "It's
very rude to  seduce an old man and not to ring him next day".

"We didn't... Oh, you're teasing, aren't you".

"'fraid so, love. How are you and the lovely Jean doing?" A
suppressed giggle confirmed my suspicion that both girls were
listening.

"I'm fine, thanks, and so's Jean, aren't you?"

A more audible giggle confirmed that Jean was indeed doing well.

"Listen, I know it's short notice, but can we come round this
afternoon?"

"Shouldn't you girls be at school? It's not half-term, is it?"

"No, silly, it's an in-service day". We didn't have those when I
were a lad, and I didn't feel inclined to ask. "We haven't told
our mothers, so we've got the whole day free. Can we come over,
we've got something special to show you".

More giggling off stage...

"What might that be, Fiona?"

"Ooh, couldn't possibly say over the phone, but I think you'll
like it!"

"Sounds good to me - give me an hour to get sorted, Fiona, and
tell Jean to stop giggling. It's not very grown-up."

"Neither am I, as you very well know", butted in Jean. "See you
at twelve-thirty". They both seemed very bubbly, and I had a
sneaking suspicion as to why.

"OK, see you then. Bye, girls".

That gave me time for a quick bath and dress and the short walk
to my 'safe house'. I was profoundly glad that I hadn't stooped
to self-abuse - that would have been a terrible waste under the
circumstances.

I was ready for the girls when they arrived, and they were much
more relaxed than on the previous occasion. I was once again
knocked out by the contrast between Jean, the blonde, with her
light blue eyes and Fiona, the brunette, whose eyes were a
soulful brown.

Most fifteen-year-old girls are attractive, but these were a
stunning pair - even fully-clothed. Both girls were wearing
summer frocks; Jean was in green and Fiona in red.

Fiona's green bra straps were revealed by her sleeveless dress,
as is the fashion, but Jean's were a mystery to be revealed
later.

I had wondered whether to seat them in the lounge, but Fiona made
a bee-line for the stairs and Jean followed. I was admiring her
legs and restraining myself from slipping my hand up between
them. I'd yet to touch either girl intimately, although they'd
both gone down on me.

When Fiona stopped suddenly, I very nearly did so to keep my
balance. She turned to face Jean on the step above, took Jean's
hand, and acted out my fantasy for me. Fiona led Jean's  hand up
her dress and, lest I miss anything, lifted up the front to
expose her knickers.

At Fiona's urging, Jean stroked two fingers up and down that
silky green crotch - my guess about their "special" performance
had been right.

I simply couldn't restrain myself. My hand found itself between
Jean's legs without conscious intent, and my fingers felt the
warmth of that damp little pussy through the thin material.

She emitted a little "Eek!" and closed her legs, a tactical
error, as it squoze my fingers even more firmly into her gusset.

She turned to me and complained "Aaron!", rather in the fashion
of an offended maiden aunt. Her complaint might have had more
force had she not, a moment before, been fondling the same
delightful area of her best friend.

Fiona now took charge. Despite Jean's body being between us,
she'd sussed what I was up to. "Don't let him do that, J. He
hasn't paid for it. He has paid for this, though!"

So saying, she pulled aside the crotch of her knickers with her
right hand to reveal that she was once again clean-shaven. Then,
with her left, she coaxed Jean's hand back to the perch it had
abandoned when mine went out of control.

At first, Jean just held Fiona's pubic mound in her hand, raised
and cupped as if to receive "any spare change?" My hand was
similarly deployed between Jean's thighs. Despite her protest and
Fiona's joking but accurate summary of the financial position,
she'd done nothing to remove it from its warm nest.

When Jean started stroking her schoolmate with two fingers, I did
the same to her, albeit through a thin layer of nylon. From the
wiggle of her pert little bum, I gathered that my intrusion
wasn't entirely unwelcome.

Fiona broke up our little party by gently detaching Jean's
fingers from her pussy and proclaiming "Right, J, into the
bedroom and we'll show Aaron what we've learnt".

She matched action to words and Jean followed promptly, leaving
my fingers groping at thin air.

The girls sat on my bed as before, and I, remembering the
problems I had last time, removed my jeans before sitting on the
chair facing them.

Even through my underpants, my erection was quite obvious and,
once again, Jean eyed it with keen interest.

Fiona, though, had other plans. "You see, Aaron, Jean and I got
very excited watching each other last time we were here, and we
even touched each other up a bit. Then, next day, we really went
for it. It was great, wasn't it, J?"

Jean, bless her, blushed a little but admitted that it was
"Really cool".

"Yes, J, and we both came twice, didn't we?"

Jean admitted that Fiona's figures were roughly accurate.

"Now, we're going to do it for you, and we won't take No for an
answer!"

You'll believe me when I say that rarely has that monosyllable
been further from my lips.

What I saw was not a pornographic display put on for a dirty old
man, although I'd enjoyed that last time around. What I got was
two lovers showing off their lovemaking for an appreciative
audience. The only discordant note in this lesbian paradise was
Jean's occasional wistful look at my mighty-ish organ,  which was
soon out of its lair and in full cry. Fiona's attention was
otherwise engaged.

The girls started with a full-on snog. Then Fiona slid her hand
up Jean's frock. Lest I should think this was innocent play, she
lifted the skirt with her other hand to show her fingers stroking
where mine had done a moment before.

Just for your information, dear  reader, Jean was wearing lacy
black panties, which had clearly not been approved by Mum's
Underwear Police.

"Come on, J", she whispered, and Jean's hand disappeared up her
red dress. Soon, Fiona whisked Jean's dress over her head and
Jean followed suit with Fiona's.

With her hand on Jean's breast she urged "Come on, J, take this
off for me - and Aaron, of course". It's always nice to be
included, even as an afterthought.

Jean did as she was told, seemingly less shy of her body than
last time. Fiona turned her to face me, saying "Look at those
lovely breasts, Aaron! She told me she hadn't got any..."

She proved just how wrong Jean was by stroking, nuzzling and
suckling those darling little mounds to whimpers of pleasure.

Jean managed to look embarrassed, proud and very aroused all at
once.

"Now me, J, love". She stripped off her brassiere without making
a show of it, and leaned back to receive Jean's attentions. With
a sidelong glance at my erection, which I was desperately trying
not to over-stimulate, Jean lowered her head to the left breast,
it's brown erect nipple a tempting target (at least, I was
tempted).

Fiona was soon gasping and, when Jean switched breasts, I
couldn't resist any longer.

I got up and rubbed the tip of my erection against her damp
nipple and, when Jean turned to find the cause of her gasp, I did
the same to her little pink right nipple.

The girls must have wondered if I was trying to get further
involved, but I sat down again, my willy still tingling with the
contact.

Both girls stared at me for a moment. It might have been wishful
thinking, but I thought I saw regret on Jean's face.

"Sorry, girls, got a bit over-excited there.  It's one of the
sexiest sights I've ever seen.  Do carry on".

Fiona gave me one of her Looks, but they did. "Now, Aaron, if
you've stopped fidgeting, J's going to do me and then I'll do
her. I take it you'll want a good view?"

I nodded to indicate that indeed I would. Fiona stood up in front
of me to remove her panties and stood for an extra second or so
to give me a close-up view of her assets. I bent forward and
placed a peck on her shaven mound.

Without reacting, she sat down opposite me, legs akimbo and put
her right arm round Jean, urging "Come on, J".

Jean was more than ready. She bent down and to her left and put
her right hand on Fiona's belly. She slid her fingers down over
her bare pubis and between her lips and started gently stroking
up and down.

I couldn't resist copying Jean's rhythm, but I noticed that her
attentions to Fiona put my actions right in her line of sight.

On a whim, I speeded up and so did Jean; I slowed down and so did
she... I was masturbating Fiona by proxy! I had to stop though.
Firstly, Fiona's head was thrown back in ecstasy but if she
looked down we were both dead and, secondly, I was about to come
far too soon.

When I stopped, Jean looked across and winked at me; we both knew
what we'd been doing!

Fiona was very near by now, and she even grabbed Jean's wrist to
make her speed up. The little blonde wouldn't be bullied and used
her free hand to trap Fiona's. "Don't rush me, Fi".

She went even slower, making Fiona gasp and wriggle as she
squeezed a breast with her rejected hand. Jean moved her fingers
up to Fiona's clitoris and commanded "Now, Fi, come for me!"

Fiona obeyed almost instantly; she shook and shivered and
screamed "Oh, yes, J", as her thighs scissored shut on her
friend's wrist.

She fell back on the bed as Jean rolled on top of her and they
kissed deeply.

When they emerged from their cuddle, Fiona was once more in
charge. "Right, J, your turn next, then we'll do Aaron".

It was my turn to throw a spanner in her plans. "Sorry, Fi" (it
was catching) I simply can't wait that long". Jean nodded; she'd
been paying attention to my penis, now in an almost painful state
of engorgement.

Fiona looked annoyed and Jean baffled; then Jean, of all people,
came up with a solution. "Tell you what, Aaron. Why don't I do
you while Fi does me?"

Neither of her partners in this enterprise could think of an
objection, although it took a fair amount of arm-waving to
arrange. In the end, I lay on my side at the edge of the bed with
Jean lying on her back with head turned towards my crotch and her
body the other way round. Fiona knelt between her open legs, and
we were finally ready.

The activity had allowed me to retreat from the brink, and the
sight of my apparatus inches from her face seemed to have stoked
up Jean even more, which was just what we needed.

Fiona blew the whistle by ruffling Jean's golden pubes, and we
were off. Initially, Jean applied the techniques she'd learnt
from Fiona, tongue under the helmet and gentle suction (this time
she had to do the stroking herself, Fiona being employed at her
other end, so to speak).

Soon, though, Fiona's activity between her legs (and right in
front of my eyes) distracted her from her task. I found myself
rubbing my cock over her face as she gasped her way towards
orgasm.

When she came, she opened her mouth wide to scream and I seized
my opportunity (and my willy) to wank off into it. My load and
her climax made her gasp and gag but, when she'd returned to
Planet Earth, she took my penis into her mouth and sucked out the
last few drops.

I heard a cry of ,"Save some for me, J", as Fiona laid herself
alongside to kiss her classmate and share my semen.

As she wriggled into position, her crotch came within inches of
my face. I could smell her arousal as well as that of her friend.
I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to my mouth.

"Aaron, what ARE you doing?" My tongue fluttered. "Mm. S'nice,
though."

"What IS he doing, Fi?".

"He's licking my pussy, J".

"Ugh, gross".

"No, it's cool - you should try it".

I don't think she meant right now, but I pushed her away and
buried my face between Jean's still-open thighs. I felt her
sparse pubes tickle my nose as I set to work on her sensitive
parts.

"Ooh, that is good, Aaron. Ooh, more, please".

"Sorry, girls, that's all for the day", and I raised my face from
Jean's delightful teenage crotch. "We can try that next time".

Jean pouted a little but, just to show there were no hard
feelings, kissed my much-reduced penis and took it in her mouth,
fascinated by how small it had become, although it was already
showing signs of life.

I stroked her hair as I removed him from her mouth, and then
turned on the bed so that we were facing the same way. I gently
kissed Jean and then Fiona to let them taste their own musk.

"Haven't you girls ever had that done to you?"

Jean shook her head as one giving an answer expected of her;
Fiona was more expansive. "You guessed that I've done it to boys,
but they've never done it to me. I'd have jumped at the chance if
they offered!", she laughed.

"And you've never thought of doing it to each other?"

They looked at each other and giggled - quite clearly they'd both
thought about it, even if they hadn't followed it through.

We had more time to sort ourselves out this time. We all showered
- unfortunately there wasn't room for three in the shower, but
the girls enjoyed themselves judging by the giggles and screams
and the depth of water on the floor afterwards.

It was nice to be more organised but, when they left in a rush
last time, I had enjoyed cleaning my come off Jean's face with 
a wet hanky.

I sat and watched them dress; a minor pleasure, but not one to
be despised. Then it was time for them to go. They both hugged
and kissed me and I slipped a couple of fifties into Fiona's bra.

"Right, young ladies. Don't forget your homework. A session of
mutual oral sex before our next class".

"Yes, sir", they laughed, and giggled their way out.

  
The Old Man and the Schoolgirls 4 - Mff