Author: Connard Wellingham
Title: The Girls School
Part: Chapter 10
Summary: Adam Hazel finds a new job at an exclusive girl's school where he finds 
things are not quite as they seem...
Keywords: MF, Mf, FF, ff, M+F+f+, F+f+, bdsm, span, oral, cons

The Girl's School 
By: Connard Wellingham
Copyright (c) Connard Wellingham 2003

	This story contains what is known as 'adult content', ie sex.  Why one 
should be allowed to read about murder, torture, violence and killing but not 
sex is a mystery to me - but there you go, that's the way it is.  So if it is 
not legal for you to read about sex where you are, or you are deemed too young 
to read about sex or, you find stories about sex offensive - DO NOT READ THIS 
STORY.

	This story is fiction.  This story is FANTASY.  It is intended solely for 
your amusement and enjoyment.  The author would not like to mislead the more 
gullible among you that the world really is as depicted here.  Whether the world 
would be a better place if people did behave as they do in the story is a moot 
point.

	This story can be freely distributed so long as;
	a) neither the distributor nor the recipient make any profit from it,
	b) no words are changed without the author's consent,
	c) the author is credited with being the author,
	d) this warning section is included,
	e) acknowledgment is given to www.asstr.org as being the original source 
of the text.

	The author welcomes helpful comments and can be contacted at 
cwellingham@SoftHome.net.

Chapter 10 – Visitors (Mf+, ff, span)

	Later that evening he was making a cup of coffee and pondering on the 
latest turn of events.  In truth, despite being sucked off by four young teenage 
girls and deep-throated by Anne, he was feeling randy again.  The image of the 
girls in their stockings and suspenders, kissing and rubbing their tight young 
bodies against each other kept appearing in his mind's eye.   He was half 
tempted to see if Anne or Jacqueline was available but knew that that was not 
what he really wanted - and, anyway, he could hardly bang on Anne's door and 
demand a fuck.

	A sudden thought made him chuckle.  If anyone had suggested, a month ago, 
that he would be sitting in his room, getting a hard-on from the thought of 
screwing his junior students he would have been shocked - no more than that, he 
would have thought the person was a total pervert.  Mind you, if anyone had 
suggested, a month ago, that he would be giving the same junior students lessons 
in cock-sucking, he'd have had the same reaction.  But now... he sighed 
contentedly.  

	The ringing of the doorbell made him start.  He glanced at the clock.  Who 
on earth would visit him at this time?  He opened the door and, to his 
astonishment, Tricia and Aimée  stood outside.

	"Hello, sir," they said, hesitantly.

	"Hello, girls.  What brings you out.  You realise it's way past curfew?"

	"Yes, sir.  But ...   You see ...  Well, we have a problem."

	"Indeed?  Well, you'd better come in."

	He stood aside to let them enter and realised that they were dressed 
somewhat unconventionally.  Tricia had a tight, black lycra mini-skirt that 
clung to her curves and barely covered her bottom, a black blouse tied at the 
front to leave her midriff bare and black, stilettos.   His eyes followed her as 
she preceded him.  Her bare legs seemed to go on forever.  Aimée had fishnets 
under a green frilly skirt - also short - and a slivery lycra top which moulded 
itself to her pert, pointy breasts.  She didn't appear to be wearing a bra.  
Both girls were elegantly made up and looked considerably older than fourteen.  
They were also obviously very nervous.

	'Well,' he thought.  'This might be interesting.  Let's see what 
develops.'

	They perched on the edge of the settee.

	I was just making some coffee," said, playing it cool.  "Would you like 
some?  Or, perhaps some coke?"

	Coke would be fine, thank you."

	e decided that a beer might be better than coffee and returned with three 
cans.  He handed the girls theirs and sat down opposite.  Tricia had leaned back 
on the settee with her knees stuck out in front of her.

	I hope you weren't seen."

	Oh no, sir.  We were very careful."

	How did you manage to get out?"

	Oh it's quite easy when you know how," Aimée  began.

	Shh.  Nobody's supposed to know," Tricia hissed .

	Oh!  I forgot."

	dam laughed.  "I won't ask you to give away any trade secrets.  Unless you 
have done something very wrong, I promise I won't tell anyone you were here," he 
said.

	Thank you, sir."

	Tricia's knees had parted slightly and he deliberately stared at the gap 
between them, making sure she was aware of his scrutiny.  She flushed slightly 
but rather than close her legs, she spread her knees slightly wider.  He looked 
from one to the other for a moment.  Tricia's skirt had ridden right up and 
between her parted legs he could see the dark 'v' of her panties.  Again he 
deliberately stared then looked up and smiled at her.

	"Well, now, you said you had a problem?"

	"Yes.   We do.  Well, that is ...  You tell  him Aimée ."

	"Why me.  You tell him."

	"It must be a very serious problem to bring you out after hours," he said 
soothingly.  "I won't be upset or angry.  So how about you just tell me what it 
is?"

	Tricia drew a deep breath.  "It's about our lessons, sir."

	"Yes?  Which lessons?"

	"The one we had today.  With you."

	"Ah, I see.  What about it."

	"Well ...  You see, you mentioned that the only way to improve was with 
practice and experience and ... and ... and we wondered if you might, sort of, 
give us some, er ..." she tailed off and studied the carpet.

	"Some practice and experience? " he prompted

	"That's it, yes.  Some practice and experience."

	"That's a very unusual request," he said apparently thoughtfully but 
inwardly delighted.  This could turn out to be very interesting, indeed.

	"We really would appreciate it."

	"Well, I don't know.   There are things to be considered."

	"We really, really would appreciate it."
	"You would have to promise to work very hard."

	"Oh, we will."

	"And you would have to promise to do everything I told you."

	"We promise.   We'll do whatever you say."

	"And what do you think the others would say if they found out that I was 
giving you extra lessons?"
"Nobody will know.  We won't tell a soul.  We promise."
"OK.  Let's just make sure I've got this straight.  I gave you two and two of 
your classmates a lesson today which you enjoyed.  Yes?"  They nodded eagerly.  

	"And you feel that you could improve your performance if I gave you some 
private lessons?"  More nods.  His brain was working overtime.  Here was a 
glorious opportunity if he played his cards right.   "There's one more thing 
about private lessons.  How should I put it ...  Private tuition is much more 
informal than in class.  We will study the subject in great detail and you will 
get a lot of personal attention.  The relationship between tutor and student 
becomes much more, er, intimate than in the classroom.  Everybody gets more 
involved in what they are studying - more enthusiastic - and sometimes the 
studies can lead off into unexpected areas.  So, if I become your personal tutor 
are you prepared to go wherever our studies lead?"
They nodded a bit hesitantly, "Yes, sir.  I think so." 

	"Good," He smiled.  "In which case I think we have a deal."  He stroked 
his hand over his cock which had become hard in his pants.  The girls eyed it 
eagerly.  "Now, you're quite sure you want to go through with this.  Perhaps you 
should tell me what you understand we've agreed." 

	Tricia dragged her attention away reluctantly.  "If we want, you'll give 
us private lessons provided that we do exactly what you say and don't tell 
anyone and, um, we might start off doing one thing and end up doing something 
completely different."

	"Excellent.  You understand what that implies?  Tricia.  Aimée ."

	"I suppose," said Aimée , thoughtfully, "it means that you might end up 
making love to us."

	"Indeed.  I think it is highly likely that I will end up fucking you.  
Please use the correct term, Aimée .  Would that be a problem?"

	They exchanged excited, nervous glances.

	"Would you?" breathed Tricia.

	"Would I what?"

	"You know ...  f ... fuck us?" She had trouble with the word.

	He stood up.  "Come here."

	He tilted her chin and looked her deeply in the eyes. "Yes, little girl.  
I'll fuck you anywhere and any time.  Would you like me to fuck you right now?"

	"Oh," she gasped.  Her eyes glazed over and she sagged against him.  
"You've made me cum," she whispered.

	"And I'll make you cum again and again," he promised.

	He pushed her gently aside and turned to her friend.

	"Aimée ?"

	Aimée  kept her head down.  Her long hair hid her face.  He tilted her 
face up.  Her eyes held a mixture if fear and excitement.

	"Would you like me to fuck you?" he asked more gently.

	"I ... I think so."

	"You can still back out," he said softly.  "I won't be upset and I won't 
tell.  I'd like you to stay because you are a very desirable and sexy little 
girl and I really would like to fuck you.  But if you want to go, you can.  Or 
you can stay and decide at the time.  I won't fuck you if you really don't want 
me to."

	"No.  No, I don't want to go.  And... and I do want you to fuck me... I 
think.  Am I really desirable and sexy?"

	"You are!  And I'll show you exactly how desirable and sexy you are very 
soon."

	He stepped back and regarded them.

	"Then we're decided and agreed.  Now before we start the first lesson, 
there's one more thing.  You are two naughty girls, you know.  Not only are you 
out after curfew but you are not dressed in school uniform.  Some form of 
punishment is in order - a spanking, I think."  The girls jumped and squealed.  
"No arguments.  Bend over and grasp your ankles.  Quickly now, or it'll be even 
worse."

	Reluctantly, the girls did as he directed.  Their long hair trailed on the 
carpet, hiding their faces.  Their pert little bottoms stuck up in the air, 
Tricia's moulded under her tight skirt and Aimée's partly visible under her 
short, frilly one.  He looked around for something to use as an implement and 
spotted a wooden ruler.  He lifted Aimée's skirt over her waist and worked her 
panties down to her knees.  Tricia's skirt was so tight, he had to make her 
straighten up and take it off.   With her back to him, she wriggled and squirmed 
the tight skirt down over her slim hips, making quite a production of it.  Her 
small bottom flexed delightfully, making his cock even harder.  He really was 
going to enjoy having this little minx.

	He lined them up side-by-side.  Taking careful aim, he brought the ruler 
smartly down on Tricia's up-turned bottom.

	"Aiiieee," she cried and wiggled her stinging bottom.

	He treated Aimée to the same with the same result.  Alternating between 
them, he measured out another ten smacks on each tender bottom.  The girls cried 
out and wriggled so much they almost fell over.  The sight was so erotic he was 
almost tempted to forget the lesson in fellatio and take them there and then.

	"There, I think that's enough," he said, discarding the ruler and fondling 
their flaming cheeks.  "Very nice.  You can stand up now."

	Gingerly the girls straightened his hands still clamped to their bottoms.

	"Oh, sir," said Tricia, tearfully, "that was very sore.  You are cruel."

	"I can be much crueller than that, I can assure you," he said.  "That was 
just a bottom-warmer.  Now," he glanced down, "I think you should start your 
lessons."

	He let them go and stepped back.  The girls rubbed their tender bottoms 
glanced at each other ruefully.  They dropped to their knees and attacked belt 
and buttons and zip, inexpertly but with growing eagerness as the heat in their 
bottoms began to affect other parts.  Adam guided and instructed them.  Inside, 
he was euphoric.  Here were his first two sex toys - his to use and abuse as he 
pleased.  After some fumbling and much giggling, the girls succeed in stripping 
him to his underpants.

	"Now," he said.  "The lesson really begins.  Take it out."

	The girls looked at each other.  It was no longer a game.  They were 
committed now for better or worse.  Aimée  took hold of the waist band of his 
pants and pulled them down.  Tricia stuck a small, hot hand down the front and 
took hold of his throbbing shaft.

	"Careful now."

	As Aimée  pulled the pants down, Tricia eased his pulsing length free.  
She held it tightly and looked at it in awe and wonder.

	"Oh," she breathed.  "It looks so different than earlier - so much bigger.  
And it's all mine."

	He stepped clear of his pants.  Naked he stood with his cock jutting like 
the bowsprit on a sailing clipper.

	"Now I'll take your clothes off."

	He started with Aimée, touching her gently as he found the edge of her top 
and then pulling it up over her head.  While she was still trapped with her arms 
above her head, he bent and took each pert pink nipple in turn into his mouth. 
The little girl giggled and wriggled as her nipples stiffened under his expert 
tongue.  Once free of the top, he titled her chin and kissed her lightly on the 
mouth.  Then he kissed and licked and nibbled his way down her body as he sank 
slowly to his knees in front of her.  He unclipped her skirt and pushed it down 
to her feet.  He cupped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her to him pushing 
his face between her thighs where he kissed and nuzzled her bare, exposed pussy.

	Aimée gasped as she felt his mouth on her vulva. His kisses sent shivers 
of excitement running through her body.  She dropped her hands to his head and 
thrust herself forward, urging him on.

	Mindful of his responsibilities, he did not linger but after a probing his 
tongue between her yielding pussy lips a few times, he let her go and turned to 
Tricia.  Still on his knees, he reached up, untied her blouse and slid his hands 
up her chest to grip her still-developing breasts, pinching her small, hard 
nipples between his fingers.  Tricia whimpered with pleasure.  The pinches hurt 
her sensitive nipples and sent little tongues of fire shooting through her body.

	He dropped his hands and ran them up the inside of her legs, pushing her 
skirt up.  He teased her pussy lips beneath her small, black panties with his 
thumbs, again hard enough to hurt her slightly.  The silky material was sopping 
with her juices and she smelt deliciously of hot, young girl.  He pushed his 
face into her crotch and licked her through her panties.  He pulled the panties 
down and off her ankles then removed her skirt which was so tight she had to 
wriggle it down over her slender hips.  

	"Next step, the bathroom," he said, rising to his feet.  "Where you will 
wash me."

	With much giggling the girls soaped his cock and balls.  He also insisted 
that they wash the cleft between his buttocks telling them, when they enquired 
why, that they would find out later.  The sensation of four small, hot, soapy 
hands made him groan with pleasure.

	"Don't you want us to wash, too?" they asked as they towelled him dry.

	He pulled them into a tight embrace.  "No.  I assume you washed yourselves 
earlier and now you both smell and taste absolutely delicious."  He grinned.  
"And now - to bed."

	With an arm around each narrow shoulder, he led them to his bedroom.  He 
lay back on the bed, his cock standing like a flagpole.

	"Now it's time for your lessons," he grinned.

	"Who's first?" asked Tricia.

	"Both together."

	He instructed them to kneel on either side of him and begin by licking up 
and down his shaft.  After a moment's hesitation, the girls set to work and he 
was soon overcome by the feeling of two wet, eager tongues on his cock, the hot 
breath of the panting girls and the soft tickling of their hair.  The sight of 
them, two vivacious 14-year-olds, crouched over his cock, their pert bottoms 
wiggling in the air as they ministered to his pleasure, was turning him on even 
more.

	He continued the lesson, making one of them suck his prick into her mouth 
while the other licked and sucked his balls.  Tricia could take him deeper and 
he thought that to would not be long before she would be able to deep-throat 
him.  Aimée , however, more than made up for it by the actions of her teeth, 
tongue and lips.  She seemed to know instinctively what to do to give him 
maximum pleasure.  He kept an iron grip on himself, trying to prolong this 
fantastic situation as long as possible but, at last, the pressure in his balls 
grew too much.

	"Oh, girls," he groaned.  "You're just too much.  Up beside me now and 
both of you suck the tip.  I'm going to cum."
Without hesitation, the girls closed in on the angry red tip of his throbbing 
cock, now beginning to leak with pre-cum and lapped away eagerly.  Their faces 
were very close together and their tongues met often.

	The cum boiled at the base of his cock.

	"Quick, both of you, in your mouths.  And don't lose any."

	He pushed their faces together until their lips were locked over the tip 
of his cock.  Then, with a jerk, the cum surged up his cock and spurted into 
their waiting mouths.  He held their heads firmly as his cock jumped and 
twitched and the girls desperately tried to keep their mouths glued to the 
jerking end.  At last he sank back on the bed with a groan.  He still held their 
heads firmly together.

	"I want you to share my cum," he said.  "Kiss each other.  Share it."

	He released them slightly and his cock slipped from their mouths.  They 
rose to their knees and, over his sticky, detumescing cock, they kissed long and 
deeply.  He could see their tongues moving around inside their mouths.  He ran 
his hands down their backs, over their bottoms and probed between their legs, 
seeking their moist little furrows with his fingers.

	Finally, they broke their kiss and turned their flushed faces towards him, 
eyes shining and mouths smeared with his cum and their saliva.

	"Wow," said Tricia.  "That was so hot."

	He laughed.  "I shall have to award you 10 out of 10 for your first 
lesson.  In fact I don't know how much more I can teach you - you seem to know 
it all already."

	"But it never hurts to practice more," grinned Tricia.

	"OK.  Go rinse your mouths and come back here."

	They skipped away to do his bidding and he relaxed back with a contented 
sigh. 

~~~~~

	They seemed to take an inordinate amount of time rinsing their mouths and 
Adam was half dozing when they returned, arms around each other and giggling 
conspiratorially.  They had brought a damp cloth with them and proceeded to 
clean his cock and balls.

	"Thank you, girls.  That was very  thoughtful of you."

	Tricia held his limp prick in the palm of her hand.  "Will it take long?" 
she asked.

	"Will what take long?"

	"Until you're all big and hard again."

	"Oh, I don't know," he teased.  "Why?  Do you want it big and hard again?"

	"Yes."

	"Why is that?"

	"You know," she said.  "You said you would fuck us."

	He laughed and held his arms open.  "Then we'll have to see what we can 
do."

	They snuggled down on either side of him, pressing their young, nubile 
bodies against his.  He kissed them in turn and they ran their soft hands over 
his skin.  He made them play with his flaccid prick as they kissed.  Gradually 
the kisses grew hotter and his cock began to stir.  Aimée  wriggled from his 
embrace and began to trail her tongue and lips over his chest and stomach.  
Tricia made to follow but he stopped her.

	"Kiss me, little girl."

	She did and he sucked her tongue deeply into his mouth.  She moaned with 
pleasure and kissed him back hard.  Aimée had reached his cock and was 
fluttering her hands and mouth all over it, gradually bringing it back to life.  
He broke his kiss with Tricia and made her straddle his chest facing him.

	"Now I'm going to lick you," he said, looking up at her.

	He ran his tongue up and down her soft pussy lips, only barely covered in 
pale, blonde hair, and worked it in between them.  Above him Tricia hissed in 
excitement as his tongue probed between her moist lips and found the bud of her 
clitoris.  Her aroma was exhilarating and her taste intoxicating.  He could feel 
himself stiffen in Aimée's agile mouth.

	Tricia began to wriggle and squirm as his tongue lapped against her 
clitoris.  She spread her knees wider and dropped her weight on his face, 
grinding her vulva, only lightly covered with soft, downy hair against his 
mouth, urging him to probe his tongue deeper into her. She leaned forward and 
gripped the headboard tightly as he did so, thrusting his tongue in and out and 
fucking her with it.  Little animal cries escaped from her throat as she came, 
drenching his face in her sweet teen juice.

	He pushed her off.  "You'd better help Aimée."

	Eagerly she wriggled down the bed and joined her friend.  The two girls 
licked and sucked his hardening cock enthusiastically.  Their tongues met and 
they did not draw away.

	"Yes," he cried, "That's right.  Wiggle your tongues together."

	The girls seemed to enjoy it as much as he and grew bolder as they roused 
him to a full erection.

	He urged Aimée round so that her bottom was towards him.  He fondled and 
squeezed her tight little buttocks then slipped a finger into her sopping cunt 
and fucked her with it gently.  She started and nearly bit him when she felt his 
finger enter her but was soon thrusting back at him, squeezing her cunt muscles 
around it.

	At last he knew he was ready.

	"That's enough, girls.  Now, who wants to be fucked."

	They both instantly looked up.

	"Much as I would like to, I can't do both of you at once.  So it'll be 
Tricia first."

	Aimée pouted in disappointment.

	"Don't worry, Aimée, you'll get just as much as you want."

	He made Tricia lie back on the bed and placed two pillows under her 
bottom.  He knelt between her spread legs and gazed lustfully at the blonde, 
down-covered pubis so shamelessly displayed.  She looked utterly wanton; her 
pubescent 14-year-old body flushed with sex, her hair dishevelled, her eyes 
hooded and bright with lust, the pink nipples stiff on her small breasts.  He 
ran his hands up and down her legs, feeling the girl's faint trembling.

	"Oh, Tricia, you're going to enjoy this.  I know I am.  Are you ready?"

	"I think so, sir."

	He leant forward and began to rub the tip of his cock up and down the soft 
lips of her cunt, gradually parting them until he found the entrance to her 
vagina.  He pushed slightly forward, lodging the tip just inside.

	Tricia gasped.  "Oh, sir, it feels so big.  Will it fit?"

	He smiled reassuringly.  "It will.  Don't worry."

	With a gentle rocking motion, he eased his prick slowly into her cunt.  It 
was very tight.  He began to move carefully, pushing in and out slowly allowing 
her time to get used to the feel of him in her cunt and to stretch to 
accommodate him.

	"Oh, Tricia," he gasped.  "You're so beautiful.  Your cunt is so tight."

	Tricia was rolling her head from side to side.  The cock seemed so big it 
was filling her whole body.  The heat from it burned through her.  She was 
afraid it would split her in two but, at the same time, she wanted it - wanted 
it all - wanted it fully; deep inside her.  Without fully being aware of it, she 
began to move her hips in response to his thrusts.

	As he felt the teenager respond, Adam increased his thrusts, inching his 
cock further and further into her cunt.  At last he felt his pubic bone meet 
hers and knew he was completely lodged in her body.

	"Look, Tricia.  You've taken it all."

	Her eyes flew open and she stared down in wonderment.  "So I have."

	"What does it feel like, Trish?" asked Aimée .

	Tricia gripped her friend's hand.  "Oh, Aimée, it feels wonderful.  Better 
than I ever imagined.  It feels so big and hot and alive.  I feel so full I 
think I might burst.  I want it in me for ever and ever."

	"I'm going to start moving, Tricia.  You just do whatever feels right.  
Don't worry about hurting me."

	He pulled his cock back and Tricia gasped.  "Don't go!" she wailed.

	He pushed back again and moaned with pleasure.  Slowly at first he began 
to move, pulling back until he was just lodged in her cunt and then driving 
downwards again.  The look on the girl's face said it all.  She was in ecstasy.  
He began to increase the speed moving faster and faster until he was sliding 
rhythmically in and out of her cunt.

	She lay quiescent beneath him, rolling her head from side to side and 
whimpering softly as a whole new world of sensations opened up to her.  His cock 
was living thing, like a hard snake wiggling its way deeper and deeper into her 
body and filling her completely.  She wanted to keep him there for ever - buried 
deep inside her.  Heat surged from her loins making her whole skin sensitive.  
He bent and sucked one hard, pink nipple into his mouth, biting down gently.  A 
sudden and unexpected wave of orgasm swept through her and she screamed in 
ecstasy.

	Above her, Adam smiled.  He felt the sudden hot rush of her juices 
flooding his cock and his movements became more urgent.  He bit down sharply on 
the other nipple and she threshed about uncontrollably as another orgasm took 
her.  He knew he was close to cumming but wanted her to feel it so he slowed 
down - trying to maintain control.  After a few moments, her eyes fluttered 
open.

	"Oh," she cried.  "I've died and gone to heaven."

	"Not quite," he smiled.  "But it's pretty close.  I'm going to cum now.  
Are you ready for this?  I want you to feel me cum inside you."

	She nodded and he increased his tempo again, thrusting with short, sharp 
strokes.

	"Almost there," he panted as he felt his balls tighten.  "Yes, yes.  Here 
it comes."

	He arched his back, ramming his prick as far into her cunt as it could go 
and pumped his cum into her in long spurts.

	The sensation of his hot semen, flooding into her, was too much for the 
teenager.  For a third time she was racked by a convulsive orgasm so intense 
that she actually passed out.

	She came to to find Adam and Aimée tenderly bathing her with damp towels.   
Aimée looked concerned.

	"Are you okay, Trish?"

	Tricia stretched languorously, smiling like the cat that got the cream.  
"Now I really have been to heaven."  She gripped her friend's hand.  "Aimée, 
it's marvellous, stupendous.  Words can't describe it."
Adam smiled smugly.

	"Oh, good," said Aimée.  "Now it's my turn."

	Adam gave a start.  He had got so carried away with fucking Tricia that he 
had forgotten about the other girl.

	"Erm, there might be a slight delay," he said apologetically.  "I'll need 
a few minutes to recover.  And you'll have to get me going again."  Aimée 
pouted, clearly disappointed.  He stroked her face.  "Don't worry, Aimée .  
You'll get fucked.  And I promise you it will be every bit as good as Tricia's.   
For a start, I suggest a shower."

	"What?  Together?" said Aimée.

	"Why not?  There nothing like sharing a shower with two sexy girls to get 
a man going," he smiled.

	"Well, what are we waiting for?" said Aimée, jumping to her feet.

	"I don't know if I could," groaned Tricia.  "I just want to lie here and 
enjoy."

	"Oh, come on, Trish," said Aimée, tugging at her hand.

	Between them, Adam and Aimée  helped Tricia to her feet and half 
supported, half dragged her to the bathroom.
	The shower was large - a fact Adam had noted when he first moved in - but 
it was still a squeeze for three.  But what a delightful squeeze!  They soaped 
each other liberally amidst much giggling.  The sensation of two warm, wet, 
soapy teenage bodies wriggling and squirming beside him was making his senses 
reel.  He reached down and cupped their cunts, slipping a finger into each downy 
furrow while kissing them alternately.  In turn the girls soaped and massaged 
his cock and balls.  And they didn't confine their attention to him, while he 
slid a hand down between their taut little buttocks, and probed their anal 
openings, the girls were toying with each other's downy pussies.

	"Oh, Tricia, I do love you," sighed Aimée.

	"And I love you, my sweet," responded Tricia, and leant forward to kiss 
her friend deeply on the lips.

	Somehow that kiss of love was more arousing than any that had gone before 
and Adam was aware of his cock stirring.

	"Are we ready for some more fucking, girls?" he asked.

	"Oh, yes please," they responded eagerly.

	As the girls busied themselves with the hairdryer, Adam reclined on the 
bed and watched.  There was something intensely erotic in watching two young 
teenagers, now completely unselfconscious, drying each other's hair.  The little 
touches, the smiles, the giggles, the gestures - their whole body language spoke 
of a new level of intimacy.  They were his now.

	Ablutions finished, they crawled up on the bed to join him.  They smelt 
fresh and clean as only young people can.

	"Kneel up," he instructed.

	They knelt, facing him, knees apart as he felt between their slim thighs 
and fingered their downy pussies.

	"That feels good," Aimée murmured as she felt his finger slip between her 
outer lips.

	"And I've got something that will feel even better," he murmured back.

	As if reminded, Aimée looked at his half-erect cock.  She reached out a 
shy hand and began to stroke it.  Tricia joined her.  Together they stroked and 
teased him into full erection.

	"It feels so nice, so big and hard yet soft at the same time," said Aimée.

	"It will feel even better inside you," he replied.  "Do you want it?"

	"Oh, yes," she nodded, her eyes shining.  "I want it.  But it's  so big."

	"In that case I think you should be on top.  That way you can control how 
much you can take."

	Eagerly, the young girl straddled his body.  Downy gash was open and 
dripping.  He made her take hold of his cock and guide it into her.  She was 
very tight even though she was wet and willing and had to wriggle and squirm to 
force the head into her cunt. 

	The look on her face almost made him cum on the spot.  Her eyes  It was of 
astonishment and pride and excitement and lust all in one.

	"Oh," she gasped.  "It's inside me.  I can feel it.  Oh, it feels so 
good."

	She slid her knees further apart and, with little 'Oh's and 'Ah's and much 
wriggling of her little bottom, slowly absorbed him.  She turned to her friend 
and clutched her hand.

	"Oh, Tricia, it's all inside me.  I can feel it right up me."

	Tricia smiled at her friend's excitement.  "It's heavenly, isn't it.  I 
can't wait to do it again."

	Aimée had sunk down so that most of Adam's cock was buried in her tight 
little cunt.  He was having a hard time remaining still.  He wanted, needed, to 
thrust into her urgently but he wanted the young girl to savour her first 
experience of being penetrated by a man's cock.

	"I'm going to start moving now, Aimée," he said at last.

	Very slowly he thrust up then withdrew.  He could not move much but Aimée 
reaction was superb.  She gasped with delight as she felt him stab deeper into 
her and gave a sigh of disappointment as she felt him withdraw.  Her cunt was 
very tight, fitting perfectly round his cock.

	Gradually he increased the speed and power of his strokes, lifting himself 
off the bed so that the little girl was almost suspended from his cock.  Aimée 
clutched at Tricia for support.  She could feel Adam's cock moving deep inside 
her.  Each time he withdrew it seemed to suck her insides with it and each time 
it returned it filled her even more completely.  The sensations were so intense 
she began to shake and shudder.  An ecstasy she had never known before swept 
over her.  She lost her balance and would have fallen off Adam's cock if Tricia 
hadn't held her steady.

	As he saw Aimée overcome by her orgasm, Adam stopped.  He was close to 
cumming himself but wanted to let the young teen recover so she could fully 
appreciate the sensation of having a man's sperm spurting inside her.  Tricia 
kept her arm supportively around her friend's shoulders until she had calmed 
down a bit.

	"Oh, my God," Aimée asked in a shaky voice, half laughing and half 
sobbing.  "What happened?"

	"I think you came," said Tricia.

	"That was... That was...  I can't describe it," she said shaking her head 
in wonder.

	"Don't try," said Adam.  "Just enjoy.  Are you ready for me to start 
again.  I want to cum inside you."

	"I... I think so.  But please be careful, I feel very... strange."

	Adam slowly began moving again.  Despite just having cum, Aimée's cunt was 
still very tight and, if anything, even hotter than before.  He thrust 
carefully, not wanting to disturb her unduly.  When he was satisfied she was 
okay - her skin was flushed and damp with sweat and her eyes were closed but she 
wore a beatific smile - he increased his pace.

	"Hold her safely," he told Tricia.

	Tricia held Aimée securely as he thrust into Aimée's tight young cunt, 
sinking his buttocks into the bed then launching himself upwards.  The 
combination of his movements and the bed-springs meant that Aimée was bouncing 
about on top of his cock.  The sensation of his cock pounding into her made her 
shriek and yell in excitement.

	He could feel the cum boiling up in his balls and knew he was about to cum 
when Aimée suddenly shrieked,  "Oh, it's happening again."

	Her arms clutched Tricia, her cunt clutched his cock, her body spasmed and 
that was it.  With a hoarse cry, he emptied his balls deep into Aimée's tight 
cunt.

	Her eyes flew open.  "Omigod.  I can feel it.  Ohhhhhhh."

	He held himself off the bed with the young girl impaled on his cock as 
long as he could then, with a huge sigh, he sank back into the bedcovers.  
Tricia released her friend who toppled forward onto his chest.  She showered him 
with kisses.

	"Oh, thank you , sir.  Thank you."

	He stroked her hair and murmured sweet nothings in her ear.  He freed one 
arm and beckoned Tricia down into his embrace.  They lay and cuddled for some 
time, each of them more than satisfied at the result of the first private 
lesson.

	Finally he pushed them off.  "It's time you two were getting back.  You've 
got school tomorrow."

	They groaned.

	"I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week," said Aimée weakly.

	"Can't we stay here tonight?" asked Tricia winsomely.

	"I can't say I'm not tempted," he chuckled.  "But it wouldn't be a good 
idea.  Come on, now.  Up you get or I'll be forced to spank you again."

	With cries of, 'You wouldn't,' and 'You beast,' the girls clambered to 
their feet.  He fetched their clothes and watched them dress.  Despite just 
having cum three times, he still felt stirrings.  There was something about 
them, particularly Tricia, that triggered an instinctive chord of lust.  He 
ushered them to the door and watched as they hobbled down the hall, distinctly 
bowlegged.
	"Next time," Tricia had whispered as he kissed them goodbye, "will you 
fuck me as hard as you fucked Aimée?"

END of Chapter 10