Chapter 7

The First Girl had certain privileges, one was having her own room. Duncan found Fiona in her room, waiting with another girl, Abigail Snood-Palmerston. Abigail was as dark as Fiona was blonde. Initially there had been three more girls in the St G’s senior school than there were in St B’s college; it had been agree that the three organisers would get two girls each. This had reduced as two girls were found to be away, one had gone home to support her family, one was in hospital with appendicitis. Claire would hear of some of the ‘going’s on’ when she finally came back, and was both pleased not to be there and insanely jealous that she was not.

Abigail had been assigned as randomly, Duncan had been given the right to choose his first and had chosen Fiona. “Hello Fiona, I’ve just fucked your mother.” he said.

“Good, she needs it. I hope you were rough. She’s deserves fucking with a thistle, the old bat.”

“Fiona, for shame! She is your mother. Bend over.” She stood and bent over and he picked up her own slipper – fluffy slippers? In a school? - and slapped her bottom several times. “Now, I can be rude about her. You should not. If you say any more, I’ll send you to her to give her a blow job. No! Not now.” Fiona was already moving to the door. She would happily call her mother an old bat but also happily obey him and go and lick the old bat’s cunt. She sat down again. “Now, what shall we do? Why don’t you pull down Abigail’s knickers and lick ... oh, I see.”

Abigail had pulled up her nightdress, she had no knickers on. She was also shaved back to a thin line down to the top of her slit. “Abigail, take off the night dress. You don’t wear pants?”

“I have to wear them during the day. If I was caught without, I’d be in trouble.”

“Especially at netball.” Duncan said.

“Yes,” she laughed. “Yes. But at night, I never wear pants. I like the air. At home we all wear no pants.”

Duncan imagined his mother walking around with no pants; no, he couldn’t. “Don’t you mind your father seeing your bottom?”

“Oh no, he doesn’t wear anything at home. Neither does mother. We girls wear skirts because, well, because we like to be a little less visible. But we don’t wear shirts.”

“You walk around with your tits out?”

“Yes, they are natural; why not?”

“Yes ... I suppose so. Oh, but so is shit. You don’t do that in public?”

“Nooo,” she said slowly, “Would you like me to?” She smiled, clearly entirely willing. He shook his head, he drew the line at piss, possibly just after; yes, he might want to see that; but no more. “But you are right. There should be no embarrassment should there?” He agreed in theory. This was bizarre, here they were getting girls willing to do anything and Abigail was way ahead of him.

“Fiona, when was the last time you showed off your snatch to your mother?”

“Never! Well, not since I was ten! Oh no, we don’t do that.”

“Would you like to see her? It could be arranged. She’d be very willing.” Duncan knew now that that was true. They would do anything. She shook her head, she’d look if told to, but she wasn’t interested. “No? You don’t want to see what your pretty little teenage body will look like in twenty years?” No, she didn’t. “Okay, well, how about showing me?” She stood, pulled off her nightdress and then dropped her knickers. She was as fantastic to look at as he’d thought she would be. “Yes, now, kneel and lick your friend’s cunt. Bring Abigail to a good orgasm. Have you ever done that for a girl before?” she nodded. “You have?! Oh, I’ll need more information later.”

He stroked her bottom, sliding his fingers down the crack as she delved into Abigail’s slit. Abigail lay back on the bed and Fiona positioned her and then herself. She was kneeling on the floor and then bending forward, having pulled Abigail’s bottom to the edge of the bed. Her bottom was slightly raised, but she wasn’t on all fours. He slid his hand further round and found her vagina, it was surrounded by a good patch of curly hair. His finger moved through and the tip moved in and then out and back to her anal ring. He pulled his hand out and licked his finger and then pushed it into her. She barely responded, she was concentrating on Abigail. He pushed his finger in further, then he pulled out and pushed two in. Abigail began to moan softly.