Fallen Angel Chapter 11 Althea the School Girl
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Right from the Start - Chapter Three - By: Beverly Taff
Simon: The main character;
Dorie Lou: The girl next Door,
Mrs Benson: Dorie Lou's mother;
Mary and Sandra: Simon's other classmates in school;
Miss Webster: Their form teacher.
Chapter Three
Having found the most delightful situation he could have ever dreamed
of, namely sharing Dorie Lou's spacious bed and cuddled up close to her.
Simon lay in his silky nightie filled with happiness. Later that
evening, Mrs Benson looked in on the two children and smiled as she
studied the two little heads with golden curls sharing the same pillow.
Her own heart filled up with pleasure as she savoured the blissful
image.
"What a beautiful sight. They're both such pretty children," she sighed
to herself.
She slipped quietly to her own bedroom and prepared for bed. When she
stepped out of the bathroom she was pleased to see one of the little
heads on her own pillow. Dorie Lou had unconsciously resumed her
normal practice of sharing her mother's bed. Mrs Benson was delighted.
Her own daughter still loved her.
"Hello darling," she whispered as she slid into the bed beside her six-
year-old daughter, "are you thirsty?"
"Mmmm," murmured Dorie Lou as she fiddled hopefully at the ribbons on
her mother's nightie.
Mrs Benson lay back happily and her daughter busied herself at her
breast. Mrs Benson still carried milk. Meanwhile, back in Dorie Lou's
bedroom, the seven-year-old Simon was wondering where Dorie Lou had
gone. He had woken from his half sleep when he had reached over to
cuddle Dorie Lou and found an empty space instead. He first thought that
she had gone to the loo but after an unusually long wait and with no
toilet sounds, he began to wonder. He crept out of bed and knocked
softly on the bathroom door.
"Are you OK?" whispered Simon, "You're not upset are you?"
After hesitating for a minute with no reply forthcoming, Simon braved
the door. It opened easily to reveal an empty bathroom. Simon became a
little afraid. 'Where was she?' he wondered. 'Had he upset her by
creeping into her bed.' He couldn't understand why, for after all Mrs
Benson had agreed to it. 'Had she had gone to the spare room?' he
wondered.
Silently he crept down the hall and discovered the spare room empty so
he slipped very quietly down to the last door on the end. The door was
just cracked ajar and he held his breath as he peeped through the crack.
There in the low light of a dimmed down bedside lamp he could see his
sweet Dorie Lou happily fastened onto her mother's right breast and
contentedly suckling away.
Being only seven, Simon had no idea about the ordinarily accepted mores
of breast-feeding. He knew that mummies fed their babies with milk from
their breasts for he had seen cows and sheep do it when the school class
went to a city farm. Instead of being shocked, he felt a little envious.
He wondered why his mummy never fed him. Then he felt a heavy lump in
his throat.
'Of course not, his mummy hated him because he reminded her so much of
his long absent father.'
He sped quickly to scuttle sadly back to his empty bedroom but he
slipped on the rug outside the bedroom door. The rug skidded away on the
highly polished floor and he landed with a bang on his silk clad bottom.
"Ow!" he cursed.
"Who's there?" gasped Mrs Benson.
"It's only me, Simon," he replied.
"What are you doing up?" she pressed nervously.
"I was looking for Dorie Lou but it's OK now, I see she's with you."
Mrs Benson tensed with fear, 'She dare not let the boy tell anybody of
her little secret.'
"Come in darling. Were you afraid?"
Simon stepped in still rubbing his bum as Mrs Benson was struggling to
unfasten the reluctant Dorie Lou from her breast.
Dorie Lou however was determined to continue taking what was rightfully
hers and Mrs Benson had to give up. Simon's eyes cast momentarily to the
still suckling Dorie Lou then turned again to Mrs Benson. She
desperately changed the subject to try and distract Simon.
"Are you all right? What's wrong with your bottom?"
"I slipped on the rug in the dark. It's OK, I've myself hurt more when
falling out of our apple tree."
Mrs Benson patted the bed beside her and Simon seized the invitation. He
clambered onto the bed and lay on top of the satin duvet. Mrs Benson
motioned to the duvet and lifted the corner invitingly.
"Come in. We don't bite."
Simon slithered under the duvet and squirmed sensuously amongst the
silky satin sheets.
"Mmmm, this is nice," he declared innocently as his legs curved
inquisitively against Mrs Benson's sleek soft curves.
Mrs Benson smiled as the boy savoured her softness and the doubly
slippery sensations of their nylon nighties and the satin sheets.
"Do you like that?" she whispered.
"Mmmm," he sighed as he turned on his side and lay with his head raised
up by his elbow.
She caught him staring enviously at Dorie Lou and sensed that he was
more curious than shocked or upset. She was debating how to address the
issue but Simon anticipated her.
"Is it nice?" he asked, betraying the hope in his voice.
"What darling?" replied Mrs Benson. Realising the boy's unspoken hopes
but making doubly sure.
"Your Milk," replied Simon, "What does it taste like?"
"Why, would you like to taste some?"
Simon hesitated. Ever since watching the lambs and the calves, he had
secretly wondered about mother's milk. He looked up nervously then
nodded ever so slightly as he whispered hopefully.
"Yes please! May I?"
Mr Benson glanced down at her suckling daughter and asked her.
"Can Simon share some milk?"
For a moment Dorie Lou hesitated then smiled and nodded as she gently
peeled aside the left lapel of her mother's nightgown to expose her
mother's lacy bra cup. She then cupped the lacy form and proffered it to
Simon as Mrs Benson sighed contentedly. Dorie Lou did this without
releasing her mother's right nipple.
"Thank you darling," whispered Mrs Benson with relief, "It's nice to
share things and Mummy's got plenty of milk anyway."
Mrs Benson unfastened the cup of her nursing bra then instructed Simon
how to suckle. He eagerly released her ripe swollen breast but Mrs
Benson gently restrained him.
"Now darling there are a few rules," she added, as Simon was poised to
make ready and attach his lips.
"What are they?" he asked as her hand gently restrained his unbridled
eagerness.
"You must never bite my nipple for it is very sensitive. You must start
slowly and suck gently. The milk will flow slowly at first then it will
let down faster. Then, when you have had enough, don't just let go
suddenly or my milk will squirt everywhere and make a mess. Just stop
sucking and drink the milk that continues to flow until it stops, OK."
Simon's eye's widened at the sheer amount of biology.
"It's like a sort of pump then."
"Well; sort of but not exactly, you have to suck very gently at first,
to get it started. Now gently does it."
She gently cradled his head then brought it close and carefully directed
Simon's lips to her breast. Simon was pleasantly surprised when he
finally got the large pink rubbery nipple in his mouth. The texture was
delightful and he gently rasped his tongue around it as he experimented.
Mrs Benson let out a gasp of pleasure and squirmed licentiously. Simon
felt the nipple stiffen in his mouth.
"Don't tickle it with your tongue darling, just suck gently."
The nipple remained swollen and stiff as Simon very carefully started to
suck. For a few moments there was nothing, then he tasted the sweet warm
droplets. He was surprised that it was warm and wanted to say so but he
remembered Mrs Benson's instructions. 'Once started, don't just let go.'
Then he sucked some more and the milk started to flow generously. He
savoured the delicious nectar and smiled at Dorie Lou who smiled back.
With both children now happily attached, Mrs Benson settled back and
savoured the doubly delightful sensations to her nipples. The truth was
that Mrs Benson had a suckling complex and she found the experience
very, very stimulating. Since discovering that suckling her newborn
infant Dorie Lou excited her, Mrs Benson had taken special lactation
hormones to perpetuate her milk. These were readily available because
Mrs Benson was a pharmacist who had recently invested in a pharmacy shop
in town.
Soon Mrs Benson was beginning to feel the pleasure and heat rising from
her loins. Having both nipples simultaneously stimulated was a wonderful
new sensation and she felt her pleasures starting to boil up doubly
quick within her. Fortunately she had long ago learned to hide her
orgasms from Dorie Lou so it was an easy task to hide them from the
innocent Simon.
The truth was that neither Dorie Lou nor Simon understood what was
happening to Mrs Benson as she orgasmed. They assumed she was just
'getting herself comfortable'.
Eventually Mrs Benson let go a little 'mewling' sound and squirmed
briefly before sagging back into the pillows and gasping with
contentment. Simon felt Mrs Benson's heart thundering in his ear as he
lay contentedly with his head against her chest and her breast between
his lips. He was too content and happy to wonder why she seemed so
tired.
Eventually he watched Dorie Lou's eyes close softly as she fell asleep
with her mother's nipple still firmly lodged in her mouth. Simon studied
Dorie Lou's long thick eyelashes as they settled on her cheeks.
'I wish I could have lovely eyelashes like hers,' he thought.
With this last thought, Simon noticed that Mrs Benson's Milk was getting
less. He had been sucking a bit more enthusiastically than Dorie Lou,
but Mrs Benson allowed him to do so for it was his first time and she
had been preoccupied with her orgasm.
"Gosh she must be empty," thought Simon.
He lay wondering if he should release the nipple but when he did, Mrs
Benson gave a sleepy little sigh and pressed his cheek back against her
breast. Simon took the clear hint and gladly returned her nipple to his
mouth. Mrs Benson gave another unconscious sigh of contentment.
Thus reassured, Simon also fell asleep with her nipple lodged
comfortingly in his mouth.
All three were so contented that they remained in a deep sleep until the
rude crash of the alarm clock dragged them from their early morning
slumbers.
Simon woke in a slightly befuddled state, then he remembered where he
was and what he had been doing. He woke to find Mrs Benson stroking both
his and Dorie Lou's hair.
"You've got beautiful hair," she told them before gently removing her
nipples from their mouths. Then she encouraged them to get up.
"You two little darlings had better go and shower whilst I prepared
breakfast. What do you like for breakfast Simon darling?"
Simon had never ever been asked what he liked before. Breakfast had
usually been microwaved leftovers from the previous fast food supper,
and, if he was lucky, a glass of fruit juice. Now he had to make
decisions.
"I'll have whatever Dorie Lou has," he replied, uncertain what to
decide.
"That will be porridge oats then."
Simon wondered what 'porridge oats' was and prepared for just about
anything. In the meantime there was washing to do. He scampered ahead of
Dorie Lou and beat her to the bathroom. Dorie Lou protested and banged
on the bathroom door. Mrs Benson instructed Simon to share the bathroom.
"If you want to share Dorie Lou's pretty clothes, you'll have to share
the bathroom. It's her bathroom anyway for I've got my own en-suite."
Simon agreed readily to this. He had only locked the door out of habit
because his mother objected to seeing him clothed or naked.
'He reminded her too much of his bastard of a father,' though Simon had
no idea what 'a bastard' was.
Nervously he unlocked the door and apologised to Dorie Lou.
"I'm sorry, it was force of habit."
"Well don't do it again. Can I go and pee before you?"
"Of course, I'll wash my teeth then I'll have a shower after you."
This was thoroughly acceptable to Dorie Lou and she settled comfortably
to pee as Simon cleaned his teeth. When she started to wipe herself
Simon turned to stare.
"Why are you wiping yourself? I thought you'd only pee-peed?"
"I did. I still have to wipe myself. All girls do."
"Oh, I didn't know. Can I go now?"
Dorie Lou stood aside and Simon reached down to lift the seat.
"Not like that!" protested Dorie Lou, "You'll splash on the floor!"
"No I won't," declared Simon.
"I bet you will," challenged Dorie Lou.
"How much?" responded Simon.
"If you splash you'll have to promise you'll always do it like a girl in
future."
"Huh, that's easy, watch."
Simon lifted the seat, took aim and squirted confidently. Dorie Lou was
at first fascinated with the simplicity and ease that Simon urinated in
a tight direct single stream. He also finished urinating with the same
instantaneous precision and not a drop was spilt, nor where there any
drips. Dorie Lou was both amazed and a little jealous.
"Gosh that's not fair. How do you do that?"
"I dunno, I've always done it like that."
"Well how come you don't drip? My grandpa dribbles and misses. It makes
grandma angry."
"I dunno," shrugged Simon, "You'll have to ask your Grandpa why he
drips."
Dorie Lou had never heard of 'prostate problems' in old men, but she had
heard her mother getting exasperated with grandpa and ordering him to
sit to pee when he visited their home. Dorie Lou's grandmother,
scolded her husband for the same thing at their own home. Consequently
Dorie Lou's grandpa now sat to pee at home and thus Dorie Lou thought
all men sat down to pee. The sight of Simon's healthy, controllable;
direct juvenile flow had left her surprised. She thought all boys and
men dribbled.
"Gosh that's really neat. I wish I had a pee-pee like yours."
"I wish I had titties that gave milk to babies like your mummy,"
confessed Simon.
Thus mollified by their mutual inadequacies they decided to shower
together. Dorie Lou reached into the bathroom cabinet and produced
another plastic cap. Simon gave the cap a puzzled look so Dorie Lou
explained.
"You'll have to wear a shower cap or your perm will spoil.
"Why?" wondered Simon.
"The hot water and shampoo causes the curls and waves to come out. It's
OK after a day or so because the hair sets."
"So you can't wash it every day then," observed Simon.
"You could, but it would soon take your perm out. You'd have to reperm
after every hot shower and that weakens your hair."
"How often do you wash your hair then?"
"Twice a week and before I go to a pageant."
"Suites me then," replied Simon as she tucked his new curls under the
shower cap. "After you."
Dorie Lou stepped into the spacious shower and held open the door for
Simon. They giggled and squealed as they soaped each other down and
secretively investigated each other's bodies. Then Simon's pee-pee
became stiff because the effects of Mrs Benson's pill had worn off.
Dorie Lou giggled as she knelt down to inspect it closely.
"Why does it do that?"
"It does it every morning. I had one when I woke up but I hid it from
your mummy. My mummy gets angry if she sees it."
"Your mummy's not nice to you is she?"
Simon fell silent. He hated to say yes but one night at Dorie Lou's had
shown him just how kind and generous a mummy could be. He was shocked
and ecstatic when he realised that Mrs Benson didn't mind him dressing
up and as for the milk thing; - well! 'Wasn't that what proper mummies
did?' he asked himself, 'That's what titties were for. Just how kind
could a mummy be?' he wondered.
He giggled and squealed when Dorie Lou tickled his little stiffy then
Mrs Benson's calls broke up the fun.
"Come on Darlings, breakfast will be ready in five minutes."
Reluctantly they tumbled out of the shower and dried each other.
"Not like that," protested Dorie Lou, "just dab yourself softly like
this."
Simon copied Dorie Lou then they dressed for school.
"Are you going to wear those boy's pants?"
Simon stared at Dorie Lou uncomprehendingly.
"Yes. Why?"
"I thought you could wear a pair of silky panties under your shorts.
Nobody will know."
Simon considered this then decided Dorie Lou was right. She handed him a
pair of white panties with a lacy stretchy double panel in the front but
with no frills and she explained,
"If they were blue or pink, somebody might notice through your light
coloured cotton shorts, but white ones won't show under your shorts."
Simon put them on then added his shorts and checked in the mirror. 'No
there was nothing to show that he was wearing panties.'
"You can't wear the matching bra though," declared Dorie Lou, "that
would show! And bra's aren't allowed anyway."
Simon frowned disappointedly. 'Dorie Lou was quite right. A bra was just
too obvious for it's outline would definitely show under his
lightweight, summer shirt.' Reluctantly he forewent the bra and finished
dressing in his school summer uniform. He gazed enviously at Dorie Lou
in her pretty summer frock but then he remembered that she was not
allowed to wear a trainer bra either.
School rules declared that girls could only wear bras after the age of
nine unless they could show some obvious need to the school nurse.
Content that he was no worse off than Dorie Lou he followed her down
stairs to breakfast. There Mrs Benson brushed out their hair then
fluffed out Dorie Lou's curls whilst securing Simon's soft, shiny curls
in a neat boyish ponytail.
Simon glanced enviously at Dorie Lou's gorgeous head of hair then he
checked his own in the mirror. He preferred Dorie Lou's beautiful waves
and curls but he had to agree with Mrs Benson. For school he could not
let his hair look like a girl's. His ponytail looked much tidier than
the lank stringy mop he had sported before.
"After breakfast, you'd better go to your house and say good morning to
your mother," suggested Mrs Benson.
He did as suggested but despite knocking and banging hard, on both front
and back doors, his mother failed to surface. She had spent a wild night
with her new 'boyfriend' and the last thing she wanted to do was
untangle herself from her lover's embrace just to say cheerio to the
little brat. Simon turned away from the house and joined Dorie Lou as
they walked to the bus.
"Was she in?" asked Dorie Lou.
"Don't know," mumbled Simon, "she never answered."
Dorie Lou sensed his mood and fell silent. He didn't speak again until
they had boarded the bus and then it was Dorie Lou who broke the
silence.
"A penny for your thoughts," she suggested.
Simon didn't want to share his thoughts but Dorie Lou had already
anticipated them.
"Perhaps your mummy was very tired."
"Yeah; perhaps," finished Simon, although he more or less knew his
mother would be sleeping with yet another new 'boyfriend'.
'For someone who said she hated men, she seemed to like an awful lot of
them,' thought Simon. He fell silent again so Dorie Lou changed the
subject.
"Did you like mummy's porridge?"
"Yeah, it was nice. I've never tasted porridge before. What's it made
of?"
"It's made from oats that grow in Scotland. Mummy adds milk to it then
stirs it until it gets thick."
"It's nice. I liked the honey as well."
"Mummy uses her own milk," whispered Dorie Lou, "she say's it's much
healthier."
"What!" gasped Simon, "You mean instead of cows?"
Dorie Lou nodded and put her finger to her lips.
"Not so loud!" she whispered hoarsely, "Nobody must know."
"Why?" pressed Simon.
"It's like you and your panties, some people don't understand."
"Is it wrong then?" pressed Simon.
"I don't know. Mummy says some people even object to tiny babies being
nursed when outside."
"That's daft. That's what titties are for."
"Well anyway. Mummy says we mustn't tell anybody. It's like you wanting
to wear frocks and panties."
The second mention of Simon's secret desires finally drove the message
home. Simon realised if he told anybody that Dorie Lou still suckled
from her mother, then Dorie Lou would tell everybody that he wore
panties under his shorts.
"It's a deal then," agreed Simon, "we keep each other's secrets."
Dorie Lou beamed her delight and kissed him full on the lips. With that
the bus slowed down to pick the next group of older children but they
passed the younger pair in the front seats and settled into their
favoured seats at the back of the bus. At the next stop Mary and Sandra
joined Simon and Dorie Lou in the front and they compared their
homework. Both girls were really pleased when Simon showed them how to
solve the last maths question. It had been a particularly tricky one.
Simon basked in the girl's appreciation and twitched sensuously as he
savoured the silky sensations inside his shorts.
'Girls were really nice,' he decided; 'and lucky,' he concluded as his
little pee-pee stiffened inside its silky prison.'
Having become a foursome, they were to remain friends for the rest of
junior school and beyond.
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