BLUE MERCEDES

BY ZOOCH

The man moved around in front of her and slowly began to unzip his trousers. It was Paul this time, last time it had been Brian. Brian was now behind her and he had a cane which she knew would soon come swiftly and painfully down to leave six red stripes on her bare bottom. There would be more if she wasn’t a good girl and swallowed every bit of spunk when she was sucking the cock that would be thrust in front of her. What made it worse was that this was happening in the outdoors in the park on the outskirts of town, tucked away where people hardly ever went. But they might, and they might see her and she didn’t want that. She just wanted to get it over with. She was tied to one of those park benches, kneeling on it, her knees and ankles and torso tightly secured by long lengths of thick blue rope with her elbows tied to the back of the seat leaving her lower arms free, free to grab on to a man’s torso while she sucked. Melanie could put up with this since she knew that they wouldn’t harm her and once they had had their fun she would be set free to return to the safety of her house and her cosy bedroom where she could snuggle down in bed.

She would be more careful in future.

Melanie knew that it was a mistake as soon as she got into the car. She had only gone into town to get her mum some bread and normally would have caught the bus back, but when the blue Mercedes stopped and a smart young friendly looking man in the driver seat offered her a lift she accepted thinking only that she could save the bus fare and buy some sweets.

Melanie had opened the rear door got in and sat on the back seat, putting the fresh warm loaf of bread carefully on the seat beside her. Getting into the car was so easy and such a mistake. The blue Mercedes drove in another direction to her way home even though she had been clear about the directions to her house. “I’m taking the scenic route,” the well dressed nicely-spoken young man in the driver’s seat had said to her with a smile when she had pointed it out. He drove down Forest Road rather than Town Approach and after about half a mile they pulled into a lay by. Before Melanie had time to ask why they had stopped or protest that she really would rather walk the rest of the way home now, thank you very much, another man had appeared, probably from behind some bushes while Melanie had been distracted by the driver. The man on foot walked up to the car and spoke to the driver who seemed to know him.

“Got a nice little beauty there I see,” said the new man chuckling. He opened the rear door and sat in the back passenger seat. “I like a nice little blond girl now and again. Blond girls are the naughtiest ones, they make your cock hard quickest and they fuck the slowest.” He grinned. Melanie’s heart sank.

“Got to find out if she’s as naughty as the last girl though,” said the driver starting up the engine again, “I think she looks as though she might do more than three trips round.” He turned back and grinned at them, then looking to the front again he started the engine, drove forward out of the lay by and steered the blue Mercedes back onto the road they had recently left.

"Well Melanie," the driver said, she had told him her name just after she got into the car, "I think that you are a very naughty girl. Girls that get into cars with strange men are very naughty girls aren’t they Melanie?. Let me hear you say it. Say: 'Yes Uncle Brian and Uncle Paul, I am a very naughty girl'". Paul was the name of the man who was driving. Brian was the other man, the man who now had his hand on Melanie's knee and was now stroking his fingers up and down her leg just below the hem of her skirt.

"No, I'm not really, I just want to get home, please."

"No, that's not what I wanted to hear Melanie. I wanted you to say what I told you: 'Yes Uncle Brian and Uncle Paul, I am a very naughty girl´, because we know that you are a very naughty girl and we want you to show us." “Uncle Brian” now had his hand under her skirt and was stroking her thigh close to her knickers.

"No, really I just wanted a lift. Look there's my street. Will you let out now please?"

"Look Melanie, there's plenty of time. Uncle Paul will drive us around the town and back again and then if you have been a naughty girl we will let you out at the end of your street." Uncle Brian now had his hand at the top her leg and his fingers were toying with Melanie's knicker elastic.

"No, I want to get out now. Please!" Melanie pleaded with the men. But they didn't stop and soon her street was far behind them.

"It would be much easier for you to admit being a naughty girl. Otherwise I might have to ask Uncle Paul to stop the car out in the country and we might have to take you out and smack and cane your bottom, your bare bottom, with your knickers pulled right down." Uncle Brian slipped a finger up inside the elastic of her knickers and gave them a tug.

"OK, so I am a naughty girl I suppose," said Melanie finally. After all, she had got into a car and mummy often told her not to go with strangers.

"That's a bit better. But now say it the way I told you: 'Yes Uncle Brian and Uncle Paul, I am a very naughty girl'". Uncle Brian now had his hand inside the front of Melanie’s knickers and his fingers were rubbing up and down her slit.

Melanie showed the men that she was a good girl and said it the way they wanted.

Next it was showing them her knickers and she had to do that exactly the way they wanted as well, with her skirt pulled right up and her legs spread wide apart. Then she had to show them her fanny and she had to do that by pulling the crotch of her knickers to one side and pulling apart her fanny-lips so that she was showing the pink insides of her surprisingly juicy pussy. Soon she had to take her knickers off and be a good girl and pass them to Uncle Brian who, after sniffing them, passed them to Uncle Paul who, after sniffing them, tossed them carelessly onto the front passenger seat.

So it went on, the men making Melanie say and do ruder and ruder things and with them becoming more and more demanding.

It was now Melanie’s fifth time around the route and Melanie was straddling the man in the back of the car, impaled on his huge hot erect cock, gliding up and down, up and down, faster and faster, trying desperately to have her orgasm before the blue Mercedes came to her street. She tried hard, really hard.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck your dirty little schoolgirl slut. Put your spunk right up inside me. Spunk me, spunk me, spunk me. I’m going to fuck your cock and make you spunk.”

But it did no good. Try as she might she couldn’t get Uncle Paul to spunk up her tight little cunt, neither could she manage to reach a climax of her own although she had been very close. She relaxed a bit and sadly she watched the end of her road slip by out of sight in the back window. She slowed down, exhausted, the urgency having passed. She was resigned now to her fate, to be driven back to the out of sight picnic area, resigned to being tied, possibly naked, over he picnic bench or the park seat and having both men punish her and take pleasure themselves in doing so, as well as them have the pleasure afforded to them by her new-found skill of cock-sucking.

They explained the rules to her the first time they drove right past her street: if she made the man in the back spunk then she would be let out, if not they would have to go round again but they would stop at Bobbins Wood on the outskirts of town where she would be punished, tied up and spanked and caned, for not being the naughty girl she had confessed to earlier. She would also have to suck one man’s cock until he spunked. They would then do another circuit with the men changing places. There was also a rule whereby if she climaxed while she was in the back of the car then they would just drive around again but without the need for her to be punished. A free ride they called it.

They drove up the hill in silence. Paul’s cock was still hot and erect inside of her but she didn’t feel aroused. Neither did she feel fear, she knew their punishment of her would be merely discomforting, something she had to put up with so they could get their pleasure, she had had it before and she didn’t fear it. She didn’t quite know what she felt. A certain anticipation certainly. Maybe a certain ambivalence that the whole fucking process would soon be happening again. On and on until she got Uncle Paul or Uncle Brian to spunk on the drive homeward. But they had such self-control that all she had done so far was to have orgasms herself. Three of them in fact. And she knew she would probably have more before she achieved her task and was set free.

Uncle Brian in the driver’s seat slowly decelerated the car and the blue Mercedes glided smoothly to a standstill. They were there already.

“Come on Honeybun,” said Paul, disengaging himself from her, “come and get your punishment for not being a naughty enough girl.” His voice was light, normal, as though he was inviting her over for a sandwich and a Coke. Melanie shrugged; she got out of the car, pulled her dress down and walked slowly to the park bench.

They did strip her. Completely this time, even her shoes and socks. And there was more rope this time too. She was tied as before to the park bench. They took off her clothes slowly and they tied the ropes around her slowly too, as though every rope had a certain place and had to be tied to a certain tightness. They felt her up liberally as they did so and she felt herself unwillingly responding to their caresses and fondling as they slowly and idly tied more rope onto her thighs, her ankles or around her waist. It wasn’t just their hands that brushed over her body as they slowly denuded it but lips and tongues would be brushed and licked over all parts of her body. They seemed to enjoy her nervousness at being stripped while in full view of any pedestrians who might be walking along the distant pathway although they were, thankfully, out of sight of cars that might pass along the road.

Paul was in front of her pulling off her white cotton vest, the last item of her clothing other than her shoes and socks, and positioning her arms so that he could bind them with the same thick blue rope that bound the rest of her body. Brian was behind her stroking her fanny, making her hips buck and thrust. When he felt she was sufficiently excited he stopped stroking and spanked her bottom.

Paul finished binding her arms. He moved behind her and grabbed hold of a nipple using the finger and thumb of each hand and gently twisted and tweaked. Brian continued spanking her, but softly so that it was not just bearable but actually quite stimulating. After a few minutes Paul let go of her nipples and she felt his hands slide down her body to end up between her legs where one hand probed her tight but wet little pussy and the other began to rub her stiff little clit. Brian spanked her harder. Paul continued to rub and probe with his fingers and Melanie continued to buck her hips. She was close to climaxing, but they were just teasing her, building her up for later. Soon the stimulation stopped and it was time for her to suck cock.

Brian gave her six stinging strokes with the cane. When Paul came forward with his erect cock, big and stiff and sticking out in front of him, Melanie eagerly took it into her mouth as far as she could. She wrapped her lower arms around his waist as much as she could and began to suck. She began to let his big cock slide slowly in and out of her mouth waiting in anticipation for the flow of warm thick spunk, ready to swallow hard and not spill a drop so as not to get more stinging punishment from the cane. She sucked well and soon Paul spunked and Melanie swallowed. Then they untied her and it was back to the blue Mercedes for another circuit.

The car passed the end of Melanie's street again. She didn’t get out that time. Instead she got a free ride. Then another. Next time around she concentrated very very hard on trying to make it the last time.

"Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking!" said Melanie.

Up and down, up and down, up and down she went.

"Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking!" she said.

Up and down, up and down, up and down and faster and faster she went.

"You are a fucking naughty little girl fucking with a naughty fucking uncle!" he said.

Faster and faster she went, as fast as she thought she possibly could. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she shouted, louder and louder, nearing a climax of her own as well as feeling that Uncle Brian was nearing his.

“Yes, I am a fucking naughty girl. Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard Uncle Brian! Fuck this very naughty schoolgirl hard up her tight little cunt!"

And naughty Uncle Brian was so excited that he spunked, and his spunk would have gone everywhere over the back seat of the blue Mercedes had it not been for the naughty girl bouncing up and down on his lap and getting a hot fanny-load. She also got more than a hot fanny full of spunk, she climaxed just after she felt the warm jet of liquid spurting up her pussy. She didn’t care for a free ride though, having brought Brian to climax she just wanted to get out while the going was good.

Melanie was let out of the blue Mercedes at the end of her street and ran straight the way home, with her loaf of bread in her hand, still fresh but no longer as soft and warm as it had been. She reached her front door and let herself in with her key.

"Where have you been, you've been gone nearly two hours," said her mother, “I was getting worried about you.”

"I met some friends and I went off with them. Sorry". Melanie smiled at her mother who smiled back.

"Alright, not to worry. Tea will be ready in fifteen minutes" said her mum.

Melanie ran up the stairs hoping that her mum wouldn't notice that she wasn't wearing her knickers. She had left them in the car, not wanting to ask for them back in case the men changed their minds about letting her go. Upstairs she grabbed a clean pair of knickers from her bedside drawer and headed into the bathroom where she washed her sticky fanny clean before putting them on.

Melanie's white schoolgirl knickers were in fact still lying carelessly on the front seat of the blue Mercedes. The blue Mercedes was now driving along the same roads that it had a short while ago when Melanie was the girl passenger. Only now there was a new girl in the back seat, a lovely, dark haired, fresh-faced young girl by the name of Helen. Helen was in fact in the same school and the same class as Melanie. Helen's nice pale blue knickers were now lying carelessly on the front seat on top of Melanie's white ones.

"Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty cunt!" Helen was saying; her skirt was pulled right up and her legs were spread wide apart with her fingers pulling her fanny-lips wide open so that Uncle Paul in the back with his face between her legs could use his tongue and try very very hard to lick her cunt spotlessly clean.

But that's another story!