Chapter 31

A few minutes later, while Mrs. Fatima Mansouri drifted into a peaceful sleep—secure in the belief that her daughter was safe with a “respectable” family—Naomi lay naked on her back in Mrs McSworley’s bed.

Lucy straddled her face, her ass pinning Naomi’s head to the mattress. Naomi’s legs were hoisted into the air, her ankles gripped tightly in Lucy’s hands, folding her nearly in half. Her ass lifted off the bed, her buttocks spread obscenely, exposing the stretched, vulnerable flesh of her pussy and asshole.

Samantha, also naked, knelt between Naomi’s splayed thighs. She leaned in, her tongue probing the girl’s most intimate openings. Naomi’s pussy was a slim, hairless slit of pink, framed by the light olive skin of her inner thighs, while her asshole—dark brown and puckered—stood in stark contrast to the cherry-colored orifices of Lucy and Samantha. Samantha savored the taste of Naomi’s insides, feeling a little guilty of taking advantage of how Claude’s brutal earlier assault had left the brunette loose and accessible, her holes offering no resistance to the intrusion of tongue and fingers.

Naomi whimpered, her breath hot and muffled beneath Lucy’s crack. Lucy giggled as she shifted her weight, grinding her own bare pussy against Naomi’s mouth, while Samantha’s tongue delved deeper.

The room was thick with the sounds of wet, obscene licking, the girls’ stifled gasps, and the creak of the bed beneath them.

Naomi, despite her discomfort, found herself responding to the gentle oral ministrations. She licked upward at Lucy’s slit, which had also been stretched and opened by Claude’s rough handling earlier. Lucy’s pink sphincter, gaping and winking, hovered just an inch from Naomi’s eyes.

Lucy smiled at her mother, who was lost in the secret thrill of tasting underage flesh. Lucy tweaked her own nipples, reveling in the love and attention from the two females who adored her. Remembering her earlier conversation with Naomi about the forbidden thrill of tasting each other’s piss, Lucy felt her climax building. With a mischievous grin, she relaxed her muscles and ‘accidentally’ let a warm gush of piss trickle directly into Naomi’s mouth.

Naomi choked, her legs shaking violently as she tried to jerk her head free from the clench of Lucy’s thighs. “Ughhh, Lucy! You peed in my mouth!” she gagged.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Lucy lied, dissolving into giggles.

Samantha paused her oral exploration of Naomi and sighed. “Children, no pee games! This is my bed—I’ll have to clean the sheets before Jack gets home.”

“Sorry, Mummy,” Lucy laughed, not sounding sorry at all.

“Yeah, right,” Naomi muttered, swallowing the tangy liquid. She wiped her chin and giggled, wrestling Lucy playfully on the mattress.

Samantha rolled her eyes, but the sight of Naomi’s olive-skinned butt pressing over Lucy’s pale frame was too tempting. She buried her face between Naomi’s legs again, rolling the girl onto her side. Naomi and Lucy rearranged themselves, forming a tangled, three-way 69: Samantha’s face buried between Naomi’s thighs, Lucy diving between her mother’s legs, and Naomi reaching for Lucy’s pussy.

The fun lasted for hours, Naomi in particular enjoyed being able to explore the older woman’s body, sucking on her full breasts, large nipples, and mature cunt.

Eventually, the three of them dozed off together, tangled in a heap. Naomi and Lucy sprawled across Samantha’s chest, their small bodies rising and falling with her slow, steady breaths. Each girl’s mouth rested softly against Samantha’s nipples, their warm, shallow snores vibrating gently against her skin.

The next morning, Samantha woke up, partly hungover, partly mortified at what she had done with Lucy’s little friend, another part still horny for the two young girls.

She forced herself upright. The girls needed to get ready for school.

“Thanks for the sleepover, Mrs. McSworley,” Naomi said, her voice bright but her eyes flickering with something unreadable as Samantha helped them into identical white panties beneath their green skirts.

Samantha leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to each of their foreheads. “Not a problem, Naomi,” she murmured. “Happy to have you around again.”

Lucy beamed, her hand slipping naturally into Naomi’s as they turned to leave. “Thanks, Mummy,” she called over her shoulder.

Samantha watched them go, the weight of her actions settling over her like a shroud. She was Lucy’s mother, she had to look out for her, not have sex with her and her friends! There was still the matter of the past and future rapes she was undergoing under the threat of that awful Ed Pembroke.

To even out the guilt of having surrendered to her impulses regarding the young girls, she forced herself to call Ms Trunchbull. This had to be sorted out.

------------ The girls’ happy mood darked when they approached the school gates and found Ed Pembroke sitting on his usual bench, smiling and chugging on his morning beer.

“Hello, girls,” he crooned, stepping into their path. “Heard great things about last night’s performance. Can’t wait to see the footage myself.”

Lucy’s stomach twisted. “Ed,” she whispered, “please—just stop. I did what you asked. I fucked those ... men. I did everything.”

Ed let out a bark of laughter, his breath reeking of cigarettes. “Oh, Lucy,” he sneered, “you think that’s enough? Little Naomi here hasn’t even begun to earn her keep.” His gaze flicked to Naomi, who shrank back, her fingers digging into Lucy’s arm. “And neither have you. The demand for fresh young cunt like yours is fucking sky high! There’s an MP who’d pay a fortune to bend Naomi over his desk. And you, Lucy? Some bloke off the telly—serious money, that one. Big fans of tight little schoolgirls, they are.”