Harriet Peniston 13 - Angel's Delight

Harriet has an unusual meet from the swinging website.

The messages on Swing-UK soon settled down into something more manageable after Harriet had followed Angela’s advice. There was still a lot, but easier to sort and see the more interesting ones. Harriet had kept an ongoing dialogue with Angela, although they hadn’t met again since the day at her flat, as it felt good to have a confidante that wasn’t too close as her neighbour Anne was. Anne didn’t know about Swing-UK.

One repeated message that Harriet had seen a few times, had caught her attention. It usually turned up at around eleven o’clock in the morning and was from a user calling herself AngelWings.

AngelWings claimed to be female and 19. Her profile picture showed a very beautiful girl, with blonde hair and a fringe, looking upwards with a halo above her head. She was strikingly pale and Harriet couldn’t help imagining what she would have looked like with Witness.

Despite the obvious doubts that she was real, Angela had told her that many people on the site were “fakes”, AngelWings had a lot of verifications. A few men, but mostly women in their thirties and forties. Harriet, it seemed, fitted the profile.

The message was always the same, and always very short with no detail.

“Would you like to play with me while my boyfriend watches”. That was all. Always the same words.

Harriet once again thought about how she wanted to lick another woman, and AngelWings seemed more acceptable to her than Angela had. Despite all this she still had doubts about it all, so she messaged a woman who had given AngelWings a verification to find out more.

The eventual reply was even more intriguing.

“Do it. She’s incredible. You are very lucky to be asked. Say yes while you can She won’t keep asking forever”.

No detail or anything. It seemed to be something she’d have to find out for herself. Harriet wondered why she had been selected if it was such an honour.

So the next time the message appeared in her inbox, Harriet said yes. A reply followed swiftly.

“I’m glad. I liked your profile. What is your mobile number?”

Harriet didn’t want to give her phone number and messaged back saying so. After what seemed like an agonising wait she got a reply which was just an address and a time. 1pm. Followed by another message which just read “Dress nice”. And that was it.

Harriet didn’t know if “dress nice” meant sexy or smart, so she tried to merge the two with a knee length skirt and a blouse and jacket. It would do for a job interview where she was trying to seduce the employer, she thought. It hopefully fitted the bill.

The address was on a new build estate. Although it wasn’t exclusive like Manor Close, Harriet felt much more comfortable. This was her world, unlike where Angela lived. She drove alongside neat houses with smart front lawns until she came to the address.

It was a small house with just a narrow strip of grass in front of it, but that didn’t matter, she thought. She took a deep breath and rang the bell. She had never turned up blind to a house for sex before. She was nervous and looked around. No one else was about.

The door opened and stood before her was the girl in the profile picture. She was extraordinarily pretty with a strange awkwardness that only accentuated her beauty. Straight blonde hair fell to her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing the halo, but had some silver stars plaited into her hair in places. She had very dark brown eyes, when something told you that they should be the be the brightest of blue, and a small nose with some pale freckles dotted about. She was wearing a white basque corset, with a a net skirt and white ribbons. It held her figure perfectly and pushed up her small boobs that Harriet was looking down on. She was lost for words. She looked very much like an angel and could have easily be 19 as claimed.

She gestured she should come in, but she didn’t speak.

The front door led directly to her living room. There was no passage. Stairs ran up one wall, and a door on the other side led to a small kitchen. Harriet suddenly realised the luxury of the space she had at home.

The walls were white but covered in a lot of fantasy pictures. Unicorns and dragons were everywhere including little figurines on surfaces. One large picture showed a beautiful angel spreading her wings. Below it Angel sat cross-legged on a chair, indicating that Harriet should sit on the small sofa opposite next to a man who sat there quietly.

‘“Gemma, this is Chris”, she said as Angel finally spoke in a sing-song voice.

The man looked nervous as he said “Hi”. He was about thirty, thought Harriet. She sat next to him and said hello. It all felt very odd.

Angel looked at them for what seemed like an eternity and then suddenly let out a long “mmmmmmm” sound before standing and holding out her hand for Harriet to take. Harriet stood and allowed herself to be led upstairs followed by Chris. Angel moved like a dancer almost gliding across the floor and floating up the stairs. Upstairs there was one small bathroom and a bedroom. The bedroom was similarly decorated with fantasy pictures. It all felt slightly dreamy. If Angela’s house had felt drab and rundown, then this was the exact opposite. It was rarified, special and enticing.

Angel indicated that Chris should sit in a chair at the end of the bed, while she unfastened the net skirt and let it fall to the floor. She climbed onto the bed and knelt facing Harriet and beckoned her to come closer and then kissed her. She tasted of sweet cherries, and Harriet wobbled slightly and put a hand on the bed to steady herself.

“Gemma, undress”, said Angel to Harriet, and then to Chris, “Don’t touch!”.

Harriet removed her clothes, wondering why she bothered to put so much thought into what she was going to wear if they were going to come straight off. She looked at Chris who was watching her, it gave her a thrill that her body was still attractive to younger men. Angel stepped off the bed and moved close to Harriet tracing her hands lightly over her breasts and kissed her again. She then turned and instructed Harriet to unlace her.

As Harriet loosened Angel’s corset she noticed that she didn’t fill out, she still had a perfect slim figure, only her boobs diminished slightly in apparent size. She was utterly beautiful.

Angel climbed back on the bed and indicated that Harriet should join her. Harriet knelt opposite and they kissed again.

Angel had her hands in Harriet’s hair, massaging her head when Harriet realised that Angel was slightly pushing down indicating she should go lower. Angel pushed her chest forward towards Harriet’s face and Harriet needed no more encouragement as she took a breast fully in her mouth and teased her nipple with her tongue. Angel held Harriet’s head to her chest and let out a wonderful sounding gasp as Harriet licked and sucked. Harriet had forgotten about Chris who was still sat watching.

Gently Angel pushed Harriet’s face away and lay down on the bed. Harriet moved to lay next to her, moving her hands down over Angel’s body to caress her smooth pussy. Angel moaned softly and nodded pushing Harriet lower.

Harriet moved down. She couldn’t wait. She tentatively ran her tongue along Angel’s slit and then pushed it in. She didn’t use her fingers. Licking further she teased her way inside.

Strawberrys and cream and lemonade. Angel tasted amazing, it was almost like a drug as Harriet licked deeper, finally using her fingers alongside her tongue as she remembered Angela doing to herself to such great effect. She wondered how she could taste so wonderful and remembered Witness’s unique taste. She never did find out why.

It was then that Angel said it. “Yes, mummy”, and Harriet paused, before continuing to enjoy the beauty before her and deciding to ignore the words.

Angel moaned as she pulled at Harriet’s hair, pulling her closer to her cunt, as she writhed, squirmed and gasped with pleasure, rubbing herself against Harriet’s face, and occasionally crying out “Mummy!”. Harriet didn’t mind the pain, she enjoyed that it was her touch triggering this response and bringing so much pleasure. That she was the source of Angel’s ecstasy. Then suddenly Angel’s hands were no longer pulling her closer, but pushing her away. Confused, Harriet rose wondering if there was anything wrong. Angel now had her eyes on Chris.

“Is daddy ready?”, she asked. Harriet wondered what the hell was going on.

She thought quickly. From his age and behaviour Chris was no more her father than she was her mother, that was something at least. She watched as Chris quickly undressed. Angel moved Harriet off the bed to make room for Chris who lay down next to her. Harriet stood by the bed and watched.

“I’m ready for daddy’s cock”, said Angel as she straddled Chris and put him inside her. She began to ride him as he bucked beneath her, her hands on her tits as she rocked her hips back and forth. Harriet stood and watched, her fingers slowly rubbing her pussy.

Angel reached out, pulling Harriet’s mouth back to her breast. Harriet struggled to suck her tit as she rocked back and forth and up and down more energetically. She heard Chris’s moans, she knew he was close.

Suddenly she was pushed away again and she watched as Angel stopped moving. She held still and raised her head to the ceiling and let out a most extraordinary noise. It was like a song, thought Harriet as she watched them both cum together, transfixed by their orgasm. She’d never experienced anything like it.

Angel slowly lowered her head and the song quietened. Harriet wondered if it was genuine or all just an elaborately choreographed performance. Once it was all over Angel climbed off and drifted to the bathroom.

Harriet saw Chris’s limp cock covered in Angel’s juices and still dripping with his cum. She had a sudden desire to suck it, but it didn’t seem right with it not being stiff. It simultaneously excited and disgusted her.

Angel glided back into the room.

“Thank you”, she said. It was clear that they had both been dismissed.

Harriet got dressed alongside Chris. It felt very awkward seeing as they hadn’t actually been intimate together. Once dressed they were seen out of the house by Angel who shut the door behind them. Chris walked to his car and Harriet rushed to follow.

“What the hell was all that about?”, she asked before he could get into his car.

Chris seemed embarrassed. “It’s just her thing”, he eventually said.

“Her thing?”, said Harriet confused. “Who is she? How do you know her”.

“She has an Only Fans”, replied Chris, desperate to be gone. “I paid for that. Didn’t you know? How do you know her?”.

“I didn’t know”, said Harriet as she turned and walked away. She had hoped that maybe she could have gotten some sexual satisfaction from Chris, but suddenly it seemed inappropriate.

Chris drove away hurriedly as Harriet returned to her own car thinking it all over. As with Witness it all seemed to be about the money. She looked back at Angel’s house. “Well good luck to her”, she thought. She respected it. It wasn’t easy to buy a house these days and even though it was small it seemed quite an achievement for a 19 year old girl. She knew how much the young struggled with housing today and she and Andrew already knew they would need to help Hannah and Daniel when they made the decision to move into a place of their own. Harriet thought she’d only have about ten years left with her children at home, and things had changed so much in the last ten. What jobs would be available to them. The thought of this new economy, of the Angels and Witnesses, worried her.

With all of this on her mind, Harriet raced home and went straight to the kitchen. She needed relief and her fingers weren’t going to be enough. Remembering Anne’s advice from some time ago, she picked a cucumber from the fridge. Thankfully it was a reasonably thin one and she took it upstairs to her bedroom. She made a mental note to ask Angela about sex toys, as she thought she would have better advice on the subject than Anne and her vegetables.

Once in the bedroom she undressed and lay on the bed contemplating the cucumber and remembering her unpleasant experience with the carrot, although, she reflected, that was before her recent sexual adventures. She knew she could take it, she had given birth to two children after all, and she pictured her gaping pussy after a session with Witness.

She decided to keep the plastic film in place on the cucumber. She reckoned it would be smoother and easier, and also she could put it back in the fridge when finished and it could be another fun secret for her to enjoy.

She got herself comfortable and opened her legs wide, fingering, making herself ready. She took her phone and browsed to Angel’s swinging profile, looking at her picture and wishing that Angel had recorded them together so she could watch it back. She remembered Angel’s kiss, her touch and taste, and slowly inserted the cucumber as she mentally relived the encounter. Working it slowly in and out, pushing it in further each time.

The seam on the film was uncomfortable, so she removed it and started again with the natural cucumber skin rubbing against her pussy. Maybe Anne had a point after all, although this cucumber was now destined for the bin.

Harriet worked it deeper and faster as she looked at Angel’s picture, she wished she had another hand to feel her tits. She was amazed at how deep she was able to take it and she soon felt her orgasm begin to rise. She needed it.

Then suddenly Angel vanished from her phone screen and Harriet stopped, breaking the spell. Letting go of the cucumber, she looked closely at the blank screen and saw the tiny line of text.

‘You are unable to view this profile as the user has blocked you”.

She stared at it for a moment, not comprehending what had happened.

With a sudden loud scream, Harriet dropped her phone onto the bed and pulling out the cucumber, flung it across the room where it fell after bouncing off the wall. Harriet’s scream was long and painful, and even though her house was large and detached and set in it’s own grounds, she later wondered if it could have been heard by the neighbours.

Harriet’s scream gave way to a sob, and she lay on the bed crying as if in grief

She cried for the present. For the woman she had become, and the life that Witness had revealed to her.

She cried for the past. For all of those lost years of sexual pleasure.

But most of all she cried for the future. For the baby she had aborted and what they could have achieved.

She cried till she could cry no more and lay naked and exhausted on her bed, until she heard the children arrive home.

Getting up she dressed in trousers and a sweater and went to the bathroom to fix her face. Picking up the cucumber she went downstairs and dropped it in the kitchen bin.

It was time to be mum again.