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Subject: {ASSM} Lovers' Lane (new story)
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Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 08:10:02 -0500
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Author: E Parry
Title: Lovers' Lane
Summary: English girl goes out with sister, but is left behind ...
Keywords: M+F first reluc blackmail

This is a new story. Partly autobiographical. Maybe there will be a sequel.
Copyright (c) 2005 by E Parry.
Posting and archiving rights granted to ASSM. All other rights reserved.








































I hadn't really wanted to go. First off, I had an essay to do, and my hair 
just wouldn't go right. But my big sister Trish, who's 19, had been told by 
Mum to take me along and look after me, not so much for my sake, but because 
Mum felt that she would get into less trouble that way. I get used that way 
a lot. And now Trish was making out that it was for my benefit, and how I'd 
better not got in the way and spoil her evening with Mike, her boyfriend. 
Mum hasn't exactly taken to Mike, and I can see why. He sneers a lot, and is 
bone idle. He's not even especially nice to Trish, who dotes on him of 
course, and spends every waking minute waiting for her next date with him.


Well, we're going to "Cloud", which is a trendy new place, and Trish has 
spent most of the day getting dolled up. I haven't got a lot of choice in 
the clothes department - jeans or my one decent skirt. Trish tells me it's 
too posh for jeans, so it has to be the skirt, which is pretty but a bit too 
girly for me. I put on a frilly pastel blouse with it, which suits the 
skirt, but isn't really me. Trish does my make up because she wants me to 
look old enough to get in (as if they care much) and because she doesn't 
want me to embarrass her. But I know that as soon as we're in, she'll forget 
about me anyway.


Anyway, it's time for Mike to pick us up, Mum's fretting and telling Trish 
not too be too late back (midnight absolute latest), and Trish is doing 
last-minute stuff in the bathroom. I'm trying to a bit of the history essay, 
and stroking my cat Topsy at the same time. No-one gives Topsy as much 
attention as I do.

There's a toot on the horn outside and Trish bounds down the stairs yelling 
at me not to keep Mike waiting, as though I hadn't been ready for ages. 
Trish is wearing close-fitting trousers that show off her figure, with a 
glittery top that reveals quite a lot of midriff. Looks OK on her, though. 
Quick check in the mirror again and she's off, and I follow as fast as I can 
in my heels.


"Hi, Mike", she gushes, as she open the passenger door.
"Hi", he grunts in return, but doesn't return Trish's doting smile.
I try to open the rear door, but it's locked.
"Can you let me in, please?".
"Are we taking her?", Mike asks, while he reaches to unlock my door.
"'Fraid so, Mum wants me to", says Trish, looking over her shoulder at me as 
I get in.


Mike drives a bit fast, maybe to show off his driving, and maybe to show his 
impatience at us being a few minutes late. He doesn't impress me. I'm glad 
to be in the back where he can't easily glare at me. Trish is talking about 
some of her friends. Mike knows them too, and nods or grunts now and then to 
show he's listening, but he's not making much conversation himself. I'm half 
listening - I've heard all the gossip, anyway.


In five minutes we're pulling into the car park - much be a posh place to 
have its own car parking! Before we get out, Trish once more looks me over 
to check that I will pass for 18, but I'm not really worried - most places 
let you in unless you're glaringly under age, and if you're a reasonably 
attractive girl, it helps. I'm no beauty, but I think I look OK when I'm 
dressed up, and this outfit is quite flattering.
The deal is that I pay - well it's Mum's money really, but Mum felt that 
since she insisted I go, she really ought to pay the entrance fee. Drinks 
are quite expensive, but I brought some of my own money to buy a drink, and 
I know how to make it last.


There's a small queue, but Mike has spotted a friend on the door, so we're 
waved through, which makes me feel good. Mike has more friends inside, but 
they are quite a bit older, so I feel a bit out of it. Some of them are 
quite nice though, and they say things like "Is this Trish's baby sister?", 
which sounds insulting, but it was said in a friendly bantering way, which 
made me feel a bit better, so I just smiled back and hovered next to Trish. 
One of Mike's friends, Dave, got in the first round, and I asked for a half 
of lager. I really prefer shorts, but they don't last long enough, and I 
guessed that I would have to make it last. Dave got served quickly at the 
bar (must be a regular) and came back with the drinks and a ton of crisps, 
too. Must have loads of money - crisps cost a fortune in a place like this.


Meanwhile I'd plucked up the courage to sit down with the group and was 
making some smalltalk with a  guy called Merv, who was very brown and had a 
nice smile. I asked Merv how he could be so tanned (it had been raining most 
of the spring), and he said he'd been out working on a building site in 
Spain, so no wonder. Quite of few of Mike's friends had been working abroad, 
so that explained the tans, the money, and their easy confidence. Merv 
didn't talk down to me, and even sounded interested in what subjects I was 
doing at school. There were three girls in the group, and they smiled at me, 
too - clearly they didn't see me as a threat, so I felt able to relax and 
enjoy myself. Soon the volume was being turned up, though, so it was getting 
harder to talk without shouting in Merv's ear.


The music isn't really dance music to begin with, it's too cool a place for 
that, but some people are on the dance floor anyway. They aren't moving much 
in time with the music, but just swaying a bit - looks a bit boring to me, 
certainly not much to it. But my group take their turns with their 
girlfriends, and then with other people they know. It's very dark, which is 
good, because it makes me feel less self-conscious being on my own. The 
music's a bit too loud to talk properly, but occasionally one of the group 
says something to me by shouting in my ear, just to be friendly. Merv 
finally asks me if I want to dance. I glance at his girlfriend, and she 
smiles at me, so I suppose it's OK. It even crosses my mind that she put him 
up to it, but it's nice to be asked anyway, so I say yes. I don't really 
like the way they all seem to watch as we move over to the dancefloor, but 
as soon as we're out there swaying with the rest, I feel as if I've been 
doing it for ages, and I don't feel embarrassed any more. Merv puts his head 
next to my ear and shouts "Are you enjoying it?", and I mouth back "Yes, 
more than I thought I would", which he seems to understand.


When I get back, I found I've been bought another lager, a pint this time, 
but I don't know who got the round. Most people are dancing by this time, 
and I'm now glad that Merv asked me - otherwise I would have felt really 
left out. So I drink my lager and I'm starting to feel a bit more confident. 
Before the others get back from the dancefloor another guy from another 
table asks if I want to dance -  I nod, and off we go again. "What's your 
name?", he shouts into my ear. "Sue, what's yours?". "Steve. I haven't seen 
you before." This isn't really a question, but I reply "I haven't been here 
before - I'm with my sister Trish and her friend Mike". Just to make it 
clear I'm not on my own! He just nods, and takes my arm quite firmly as he 
leads me on to the floor. There's not so much of the song left, and as it 
finishes, he takes me by the waist and gives me a light kiss on the lips. 
"You're cool", he says and asks if I want to sit with him for a bit. It 
sounds better than being under Trish's gaze, and he seems OK, so again I nod 
"Yes". But instead of going back to what I thought was his table, he takes 
me round to another part of the club, where there are fewer people. There's 
a seat in an alcove and he leads me to it, though it's hardly big enough for 
two to sit comfortably behind the table. The music's not so loud here, and I 
can hear what he says quite easily. He asks me what sort of music I like - 
I'm pleased he doesn't ask me what school I go to - the usual first 
question!


A waitress passes, and he asks for a beer.
"What are you drinking?", he asks.
"Oh - I'll have a rum and coke". I decide to go for my usual. I'm wedged up 
tight next to him, so I can feel his warmth on my thighs, and he's got his 
arm round my shoulder. He pulls me a bit closer and kisses me lightly on the 
lips, very quickly. I hadn't really even a chance to decide how to respond 
and it was over, but I was glad he'd kissed me. I smiled at him, and he put 
his hand on my thigh, just resting it, all the time returning my smile. 
Steve then asked me about Trish and my family, so I told him all about it, 
how Dad had moved out a couple of years ago. Steve's Dad also moved out, but 
when he was a baby, so Steve hardly knows him, which must be really tough. I 
go all sad, but Steve pulls me closer and says
"Don't be sad for me, I've got a job, and good friends, and you're really 
nice. Can I kiss you again?". I smile back, and he kisses me again, but this 
time he is much slower, and I part my lips for him. As we kiss I can feel 
him stroking my thigh, abd it feels really good.


When we stop, I look around a bit shyly because it's a bit public, but of 
course the table in front of us is covering our legs anyway. The drinks 
arrive, and Steve lifts his glass, waiting for me to do the same. "To you", 
I say. "To us", he replies, and we drink. It's good to have a really cool 
drink, so I almost finish it. "Another one?", he asks, half joking. "Maybe a 
bit later, but it's my turn and I don't have a lot of money". "That's OK - 
I've got a job. When you get a job, you can treat me to a round".


Then we go back to kissing, and this time I feel his hand against my knee 
beneath my dress. I go tense, and he feels this, but then I relax again, and 
enjoy the feeling of our tongues meeting and exploring each other. His hand 
caresses my thigh, but barely touching my leg. It makes me tingle all over 
and I don't want it to stop. Sometimes I'm closing my eyes, but at other 
times I'm watching for Trish, Mike, or one of their friends. Suddenly 
Steve's kiss becomes more intense and I respond. His hand just skims the top 
of my thigh and then comes to rest lightly against my crotch. I can feel the 
warmth of his hand, and I'm sure he can feel the warmth of my sex. I open a 
little, and he rubs me gently through the cotton. I break the kiss gently, 
smile, and say "Steve, that was nice but my friends will be looking for me".
"Can I see you again?".
"Sure, here's my number", and I write my mobile number down for him - thank 
goodness for mobiles!


Then I shoot off quickly to find Trish and Mike just looking round for me. 
It's only 10 minutes past ten, but they say they want to go. Trish asks 
where I was, but Mike says "Don't be nosy" with a laugh, and it's left at 
that, so I'm grateful. "why so early?", I ask Trish quietly, wondering 
whether it's because something's happened, but she just says she and Mike 
want to go somewhere quiet for a cuddle before going home. I thought of 
telling her about the intimate little alcoves in the next room, but decided 
against it.


Mike is saying goodbye to his friends, then he is leading Trish out to the 
car park, almost forgetting about me, but as we get outside he turns round 
to glance at me and whispers to Trish. I guess that I am less than welcome 
at this point, but there's not much I can do - perhaps they will drop me at 
home before spending some time together.
But when we're in the car, Trish turns round to me and says "It's better if 
you're with us, because Mum doesn't ask so many questions, but this is just 
between us, OK? We won't be long". Then adds, with a grin at Mike, "Will 
we?". "Nope", he grunts, "just a little comfort break".
We're heading out of town, but just as we leave the houses behind he takes a 
farm track and parks just off the main road, by a gate leading into a field. 
Without any streetlights it's really dark when he turns the car lights off. 
Then he turns round to me. "Come in front - Trish and I will be comfier in 
the back seat".
"I'll just hang about outside".


"No, it's dark and there are sometimes some odd people about", he replies, 
and Trish agrees. "Mike's right, Sue, I'd feel happier if you were with us, 
and I'm sure you're old enough not to be shocked by what we do!". This 
sounds like a bit of a challenge, so I shut up. They get out to come round 
to the back of the car, and I notice Mike has a pee while he's outside, 
which reminds me I want one too, but I'm hanging on. While I'm outside I 
notice wer'e not the only car, there are a couple ahead of us, also with 
lights off, and one of them is rocking a little, with some muffled moans 
coming from its direction. I get in the passenger seat, and Trish gets in 
the back. Mike is still relieving himself. Trish says very apologetically, 
"Sue, I'm sorry about this, but Mike insisted - I'll make it up to you, 
OK?". "Sure, no problem". "You sure you won't be too shocked?". "No, it's 
fine", I assure her, but I'm wondering how far they are going to go in my 
company. With Steve's kisses and gropings still very warm in my memory, 
though, I don't feel inclined to complain about Mike and Trish doing 
something heavy, and I half wish Steve was here with me to carry on where he 
left off - I'm feeling a bit frustrated, and sorry it had to end when it 
did, though I consoled myself with the thought that he had my phone number, 
so it could carry on if Steve wanted it to.


Mike gets in, and I make a point of not turning round, even though it's dark 
anyway. Soon I can hear Trish giggling, and the sound of some clothing 
coming off. Then there's the sound of some heavy kissing, and it definitely 
makes me think of Steve. I hope we didn't make as much noise as that when we 
were kissing!
I can't help looking in the rear-view mirror. My eyes are accustomed to the 
dark now, and I can see that Trish's top is up above her breasts, and Mike 
has his mouth hungrily on her right breast. His trousers and pants are down, 
and I can see Trish's bare legs, so her jeans must be off already.


Then there's a pause, and I can hear Trish asking if he's brought a condom. 
Are they really going to do it while I'm in the car? It's almost as though 
they've forgotten about me. Mike says "Shit, it's in the glove compartment. 
Sue, pass me that condom that's in the glove compartment, will you?"
"I can't see", I reply.
"Well, turn the light on a sec while you find it".
"That means everyone can see us", says Trish, sounding a bit alarmed, even 
though still giggly.
"It's OK, only while she finds it", says Mike, and so I turn on the inside 
light and quickly look in the glove compartment until I find the 
silver-wrapped durex, which I assume is the condom, but it's the first time 
I've seen one, unless you count the used ones sometimes passed round at 
school for a joke. "This it?", I ask.
"Must be", says Mike, "haven't you seen one before?". Trish giggles.
"No", I reply, since that's almost true.
"Well, come round to the back and pass it to me".
"I can just reach over".
"No, I can't turn round just now, come round to the back".


Trish whispers something, and Mike whispers back. I don't know what's going 
on, so I open my door, with the light still on, and open the back door. I 
notice a few other figures about, but I can't see well now, because the car 
light means I can't see into the darkness around.
Now I can see that Trish has her legs lewdly apart, with no knickers or 
jeans. Her pubic hair is wet, probably from Mike's spittle. He's naked from 
the waist down, apart from his socks, and his penis is sticking up and looks 
really big. Mike looks over and says "Get in, Sue. Can you undo the packet 
without tearing the condom for us?". "I'll try, I say", and try to find a 
way to open it, finally  resorting to starting the tear with my teeth. 
"Careful you don't bite the rubber, silly", says Trish. "I'm being careful", 
I say, and gently open the packet. The condom has a damp feel to it, and I 
pass it to Mike, but he says, "Thanks, but I think you need the experience. 
Put it on."
"I can't do that!".
"Mike's right", says Trish, rather surprisingly, "it's very important you 
know what to do".
"I'd rather not".
"If you don't, I won't use it, and your sister might get pregnant. Do you 
want that?", asks Mike. Of course I can see that this argument is a bit 
unfair, but I'm also a bit curious, so I say
"OK, but you'll have to tell me what to do exactly".
"Just hold the teat of the condom over the end of my cock, and with the 
other hand, roll the condom down over the shaft".


My hands are trembling a bit, but I don't want to look a complete fool. I 
hold the teat part and try to pull the rest of the condom down over his 
penis, but it doesn't go easily, so I let go of the teat part and start 
using two hands to pull the condom over his penis. Mike and Trish watch with 
amused expressions. The condom starts to go on, but the teat starts to blow 
up like a balloon. Mike says, "That's why you have to hold the teat while 
you pull it on. If there's air trapped in the teat, it can burst when you 
fuck. If you need two hands to pull it down, the other way is to use your 
mouth on the teat part to stop it filling with air."
I look at Trish. Is Mike winding me up?
Trish says, "He's right, that's the best way. Don't worry - it's not as if 
your mouth has to touch his cock".


So I lean over and put the teat end of the condom in my mouth. I take off 
the condom enough so that the air is out, then slowly pull it over his penis 
while making sure my mouth is clamping the teat end. I can feel the warmth 
of his penis in my mouth, even through the rubber, and it feels really hot. 
And my chin is on his hairy tummy. Mike makes a few moaning sounds, and I 
can feel his hand on my leg. I want to protest, but with my mouth on the 
condom, I can't. His hand moves quickly up my thigh under my skirt (I'm sure 
Trish can see) and then cups my crotch. As my hands go towards the base of 
his penis, they start to touch his balls. He rubs my crotch through my 
knickers. Then I can feel Mike put his hand on the back of my head, holding 
it down.
"Give over, Mike", Trish says.
"Sue's enjoying it", says Mike, "Aren't you, Sue?".
I don't answer that, but sit up and ask, "Is it OK?".
"Not bad at all for a first attempt, but it could come down a fraction 
more", says Mike, adjusting it a bit. "What do you think, Trish? Marks out 
of ten for little sister's handywork?"
"That's good, Sue - you never know when you'll need to do that", says Trish, 
and adds "Thanks - are you going to stay while we - um - do it?".
"No - I'll turn the light off and maybe take a bit of fresh air".
"Good girl, but you can stay while we fuck, if you want to", says Mike, and 
I get the feeling he is being crude now just to embarass me.


I get out of the back and in the front of the car to turn off the light. I 
can hear Trish saying "Yes", and imagine Mike's penis entering her. I get 
out of the car. I wait about a minute just outside the car, waiting for my 
eyes to get used to the dark again, and I can clearly hear Mike and Trish's 
grunts, and the sound of the back seat squeaking rythmically.


When I can see more clearly, I notice again the few cars ahead of us. There 
are some boys playing about a bit further away, and nearer to me, a guy 
about my age having a fag, leaning against the gate into the field. I can't 
see his eyes, but I think, from the way his head is turned, that he is 
looking at me. He moves in my direction, and I stay put, because I don't 
really have anywhere to go anyway.


"Hi", he says, and to my horror I recognise him as being the year above me. 
I'm very embarrassed being seen in this place.
"Aren't you Susan Yates, Tricia's sister?", he asks.
"Yeah, that's right, she and her boyfriend are supposed to be giving me a 
lift home". I nod indicating the car behind me, which by now is well steamed 
up, and there's no disguising what's going on inside it.
"Tough to be the odd one out in a threesome", he grins at me. "It's a bit 
like that for me, a friend of me told me to wait here and give him a lift 
back, but maybe he's already gone. It's not a good place to hang around 
here", he adds.
"I guessed that, but I'm not really welcome in the car".
"I suppose not, though I thought a while back that you were getting to join 
in".


I must have gone a deep red - luckily not so visible in the dark.
"Oh - did you see?".
"Couldn't help it, I'm afraid. With the interior lights on, it's a bit like 
being in the spotlights. Sorry." He sounds genuinely apologetic to have 
embarrassed me.
"It's my sister's boyfriend's idea of a joke to try and embarrass me - it 
was his idea that I should 'help', but it wasn't my idea".
"I can believe that. My name's Jake, by the way, maybe you recognise me".
"Yes, I've seen you around, but I didn't know your name".
"Have you seen those kids over there - they're trouble", and he nods towards 
the group I'd seen earlier. "I think they are looking for a car to nick, or 
maybe they are just getting kicks out of annoying people".
"Thanks, I'll try to stay out of their way."
"They are coming this way, so I wondered if you want to get into my car 
until, er, your lift is ready".
"Very tactfully put, Jake", I say, and we go quickly to his car. I can see 
the boys round the car in front - they are rocking it and shouting at the 
people inside. Needless to say they get no response. Jake ushers me into the 
back and follows quickly. I slide along the seat and am grateful to feel a 
bit safer. Jake  puts his arm round me.
"Feeling OK, Sue?", he asks.
"Yes, thanks. It wasn't such a good idea for me to hang aroung outside".
"Not your fault. Your sister didn't give you much option, did she?"
Jake lets go of me while he locks his doors from the inside and checks that 
the windows are wound up. Then he gets a bottle from the front passenger 
seat and passes it to me.
"Have a drink - you need it".


Normally I wouldn't, but it's been a long evening and I want to get the 
taste of that rubber out of my mouth. I take a swig from the bottle, then 
almost cough it all back up again.
"Wow - what's that?"
"Just whisky, sorry I should have said", he says with a grin, and takes a 
swig himself. "Just the thing for a cool evening".
Jake settles back next to me again, and I'm glad when he puts his arm round 
me. I think back to Steve in the bar, to Trish and Mike in Mike's car, and 
my feelings are a bit mixed. It's been nice at times, but also a bit much to 
take in. I like the cuddles, but I've felt a bit out of control, too, which 
is scary.
Jake is trying to read my thoughts.
"Penny for them?", he asks.
I smile back but don't answer. Just then there are loud knocks on the door 
from the boys, who are also shouting things like "Get 'em off her", "Fuck 
her", "Give us a turn", and "Take her in the arse". Jake says
"Take no notice. They can't see anything unless our inside light is on, and 
I don't intend to do that!"


I blush, partly because of what they are saying, and also because of the 
exhibition that I must have given earlier with Mike and Trish. I would quite 
like to go back to their car and see if they are ready, but now isn't the 
time if those yobs are still around. Instead, I return Jake's hug. He 
responds by kissing me on the lips. My mouth opens almost automatically - I 
think it's partly the alcohol I've had, and partly because the earlier 
kissing with Steve has left me wanting more. Jake is different, though. 
Instead of relying on his tongue, he softly nibbles my lips, which is erotic 
in a different way, less gross and more passionate. Meanwhile, he is 
caressing my left breast with his right hand. I don't resist at all - I feel 
the need, even though I know Jake less than I knew Steve when he touched me. 
My hands are on his back, pulling him closer.
He reaches under my top and pulls it up. "OK?", he asks.
I nod, and shiver.


My bra opens at the back, and he reaches round for the clasp. I let him 
fumble, but he manages well in the dark, and he pulls the bra off and puts 
it neatly over the front seat. He caresses my breasts again, this time 
concentrating on the nipples. Then he goes down to kiss them. He takes one 
in his mouth, sucking gently, nibbling and kissing in a way that makes me 
shudder. I put a hand on the back of his head to pull him closer, and I moan 
with pleasure as he plays with me. His hands are on my thighs now, and I 
can't resist as he strokes the inside of my thigh from the knee up to my 
crotch. The strokes are sometimes lighter and sometimes firmer, but 
insistent, not at all tentative, and he starts to linger on my crotch and 
cup my sex with his hand.
"Do you want me to carry on?", he asks.
"Yes". I've never felt so good.


He kisses me hard on the mouth, and this time we're both exploring each 
other's lips and mouths like crazy. He moves his hand up to the elastic of 
my knickers and pulls. I lift myself up slightly so he can pull them down. 
He pulls them down past my knees and I lift my feet so he can take them 
right off. He puts them with my bra. I've still got my skirt on but it's 
round my waist. He puts his hand back between my legs and slowly strokes the 
lips of my sex. I'm already a bit wet and his fingers glide easily over my 
pussy lips. He finds my entrance and slips a finger inside - the first time 
anyone has done that. He pushes in till it meets my hymen, and he stops. He 
moves his finger slowly in and out, never going deep but maintaining the 
pressure on my mound.
All this time we're still kissing and my lips are starting to feel a bit 
raw, maybe from his not quite smooth-shaven lips. I'm moving my hands over 
his buttocks, feeling their hardness. I move my right hand round to open  a 
gap in his shirt so I can stroke his tummy. I pull his shirt out of his 
jeans. Round his tummy button he's quite hairy, and I'm enjoying the feel of 
it. Moving my hand down, it meets the waistband of his jeans, and I move my 
hand inside, stroking his lower tummy and his body hair.
"Do you want to open my jeans?", he asks. "You're going to break the zip". 
He smiles.
I use both hands to find the button , which I undo, then gently pull down 
the zip. His eyes meet mine again.
"Now we're both comfy".


It's much easier now to stroke his tummy, and I can move my hand still 
lower. My fingers touch his penis, and I quickly meet his eyes to check his 
reaction, but he just smiles and says "That feels great, Sue".  So I carry 
on feeling his tummy, with my fingers just now and again just brushing past 
his penis. I can tell it's stiff, and it feels really hot to the touch. Then 
I take it in my hand and hold it, just to feel its size and warmth.
"Take my jeans and pants down, Sue".


Using both hands, I pull the jeans and pants down, and he lifts his bum so I 
can pull them right down to his knees. He lifts his feet, just as I did, so 
I pull them right off. It's a bit dark, but my eyes have been accustomed, 
and I can see the outline of his penis and and balls. His penis is not flat 
against his tummy, but it's sticking straight out and swaying as he moves. I 
put my hand back on it and explore it, like a blind man feeling an elephant.
"Shall I show you?", Jake asks.
"Yes, please, I haven't done this before".
"I know. Don't worry".


Jake puts his hand on mine and shows me how to move my hand up and down his 
shaft. On the tip he's moist. He puts my hand down to feels his balls.
"Be gentle with them, Sue, but it feels good if you touch them".
I can feel each ball in his sac.
He kisses me again while I feel him and get used to moving my hand up and 
down his shaft, sometimes stroking the wet glans and sometimes going lower 
to feel his balls.
"Wait a minute", he says, and looks for his jeans on the floor. He takes a 
small packet from the back pocket, which I recognise from my earlier 
experience with Trish and Mike as being a condom.
"Do you want to put it on, Sue?", he asks.


This means I'm going to lose my virginity. He can obviously read my 
thoughts, because he adds "I don't want to do anything you don't want me to 
do".
But I've decided.


"It's OK, Jake. Please can you put it on. I might make a mess of it".
I'm trembling a bit and I think it would be obvious if I was fumbling with a 
condom how nervous I am.
He opens the packet and puts it on quickly. Obviously it is possible to do 
it without making the teat into a balloon!
"It's OK, I'll be really gentle. Just say if you want me to stop, OK?" He 
sits back and waits for me to open my legs for him. I put my right leg on 
the seat, but it's awkward for me to spread my left leg because the front 
seat is in the way.
He moves on top of me, first kissing my breasts again, then kissing higher 
all up my neck until he's on my ear, then my eyes, nose and back to my 
mouth. I can feel his tummy pressing against mine. His penis is on my thigh, 
and feels so hot and hard. He lifts himself off me a little, and our eyes 
meet.
"Do it. Enter me, Jake".
"Sure?".
"Sure".


He puts his penis at my opening and pushes. I feel its head inside me. I try 
to move my legs as far apart as possible, and put my arms round Jake, 
pulling him onto me. His penis is against my hymen, and Jake glances at me 
again. I slide my arms down his back to his naked buttocks and try to pull 
him into me. He moves back slightly and then pushes harder. His penis hits 
my hymen and it gives - I can feel it deep in my vagina. Jake shifts 
position so he can thrust more easily, but it's not very comfortable for 
either of us. His touch is rougher now and he claws at my breasts. His eyes 
are full of animal lust and the car smells of sex. I had heard before of a 
room 'smelling of sex'. but until now I hadn't realised quite how strong it 
is when two people are doing it. It's overpowering and, although not exactly 
pleasant, is not repellant either. I feel a slight pain where he has torn me 
but just want to be taken, to be used. I want him to fill me, to fuck me. I 
want to encourage him, so I tell him "Yes. Fuck me, Jake. It's so good. Fuck 
me hard". The words almost shock me as I say them, but I need to say them, 
and he responds with renewed vigour. He lifts me a little, and his thrusts 
get more powerful and quicker. His chest is now wet with sweat, and his 
sweat mingles with mine. He kisses me all over my face and neck - we're out 
of control and bumping into the side of the car. I feel him stop, and he 
says "Sorry - this must be very uncomfortable for you. Do you want to move?"
"Where to?", I ask, a bit puzzled.
"Do you want to try being on top of me?".
"OK - show me".
He moves off me and sits down.
"Come and sit on me, Sue".


So I sit with my knees astride his, and move forward till our groins touch. 
He puts his hands under me to lift me a little, and positions his penis so 
that it's under me.
"Ready again?".
"Yes".


I lower myself and reach down to guide his penis into me. This time it goes 
in so easily. I feel it deep inside me with all my weight on his thighs. Now 
his head is lower than mine, so he takes my breast in his mouth and sucks 
hungrily. I rock a little back and forth.
"Can you lift yourself up and down, Sue? Just a bit".


Using my knees, and supporting myself by putting my hands each side of 
Jake's head on the back seat, I lift myself a little and then lower myself 
again. I feel I have to press against Jake to keep his penis inside me. 
After a few strokes it gets easier. His penis gets a bit stiffer, and I can 
move more without feeling that it's going to come out. I move slowly - the 
feeling is so intense that I just want it to last. He reaches down between 
us and touches my clitoris. He rubs it gently while I move, and this, 
together with his sucking my nipple, is having a powerful effect on me. I 
move a little faster, and put one hand on his head to pull it closer to my 
breast. Once more I find myself saying lewd things - is this to encourage 
him, or is it just my own need to say these things. Words like cock, fuck, 
screw and cunt pass my lips for the first time, as though part of me that I 
didn't know has emerged to take control. I feel it has an effect on Jake - 
although underneath, he touches me more roughly and starts to help me move, 
quickening the pace of my movements. Then I sense him tighten, stiffen, and 
I guess that he is having an orgasm. He gives a tremendous groan and pulls 
me really hard against him, as though trying to imbed his penis as deep as 
he can in me. I can feel its spasms, and his sense of release as he slowly 
relaxes his hold of me. He kisses me now, but tenderly, and hugs me close. I 
reach down to kiss him, and his mouth is hungry for mine.


I can feel his penis getting soft, and I move back a little so he's no 
longer inside me. I reach down and give it a friendly squeeze. The condom is 
still there, rather damp and sticky.
"What shall we do with this?", I ask.
"Oh - let's just chuck it out of the window - everyone else does".
So he rolls down the window and it's gone. The cold air reminds me that I 
should have joined the others.
"Jake, I'm sorry, but I have to go".
"Give me your number, Sue".
"Sure - do you have a pen?".
Jake finds a pen in his jacket and jots down my number - that's the second 
guy in one evening!
"I'll be in touch - that was great".
"It was great for me, too. I'd like to see you again".
"And do the same?"
"If you'd like to, Jake. I'm only a beginner".
He laughs.
"You're really special, Sue, do you know that?"
"Thanks - but I really have to go."


We get dressed - it's a bit hard in the dark and I can't find my knickers. 
Jake gets into the front and turns on the light. I put them on and then look 
for my bag. Now I think I'm all set to go.
"Bye, Jake, be in touch, OK?"
"You bet. Will you be OK?"
"Fine. Mike and Trish should be taking me back."
"I'll dash then. My friend didn't turn up, I think I'll catch him just 
leaving the pub if I hurry".
I lean over the seat and give him a kiss. He's already started the engine, 
but he responds with a grin, and turns the interior light off again". I get 
out and watch as he drives off. I stand watching for a while. In spite of 
the cold, my body feels warm, feels good.
I can hear those boys again, still being a nuisance somewhere, yelling and 
banging on car roofs.


Then I snap out of it and remember that I need to get back. My eyes are 
getting accustomed to the dark again, and I turn round to look for Mike's 
car. There are a few cars, but Mike's car must be further than I remember 
it. I walk past all the cars, then it really does hit me. They've gone 
without me.
How could they?
Why didn't I just ask Jake for a lift?
All sorts of thoughts go through my head. Why was I so stupid not to check 
before Jake drove away?


Then I start to think a bit more practically. Where are we? Is it too far to 
walk?
It's a little bit outside the town, maybe a mile, maybe two, certainly I'm 
not looking forward to walking in these heels. I wish I had my mobile with 
me, but I left it at home because there's no credit on it anyway.
If I could find a phone box, I could phone from there. I don't even know 
which way to go, but I start walking anyway.


A couple of the boys coming running up to me. I feel a bit nervous but 
there's nothing I can do about it.
"Hey, you, aren't you Susan Yates?", one of them calls.
"Yes. Who are you?"
"Never you mind. We know you."
He pauses. I try to walk on, but he puts his hand on my arm.
"Wait. Weren't you in the car with your sister Tricia earlier?"
"Yes. Did they go some time ago?"
"Dunno. Think so. Saw you giving her boyfriend a blow job". They snigger.
"No, you didn't".
"Did too. Do you want to see? Came out well". He's got one of those mobiles 
that take pictures. I'm hoping it's all just an out-of-focus blur. But to my 
horror, when he finds it, it's quite recognizable. He's waiting for me to 
say something.


"It wasn't like that at all, they were just fooling around".
"We'll have fun showing these round at school on Monday".
"You can't do that. It's snooping".
"It's great fun, though, and we've got another one of you putting your 
knickers on after you fucked Jake Miles. Do you want to see that one, too?".
I don't know what to say. I think my face says it all, because everything 
has fallen apart.


Some more of the boys come up to us.
"Did you show her, Andy?", one asks.
"Yup. They'll look good on your web site, Don".
I think they are bluffing, but I feel I need to say something.
"You'll get into lots of trouble invading people's privacy like that".
"Nah, you see a lot juicier than this on the net. Bet you wish we hadn't got 
them, though".
He's right, but I'm not going to admit it.
"It's your problem if you think hanging around and harrassing people is a 
good way of spending your time. How do you get the money for mobiles like 
these?".


"We save up. Some of it comes from people who are grateful we don't show the 
pictures around", Don says. He's chewing gum and keeps spitting on the 
ground.
"Well don't think you can blackmail me, because I don't have any money 
anyway".
"Well, girls usually give us something else", says Andy. He's less uncouth 
than Don, quite well-spoken. He puts his hand on my shoulder suggestively, 
and I back off, but bump into another boy who's standing just behing me.


"What are you suggesting?", I ask, but immediately wish I hadn't, because it 
sounds as though I want to bargain, whereas I had meant to sound affronted.
"Well, it depends on the quality of the pictures. If you can really see 
what's going on, and who it is, which isn't that often because people don't 
usually put their lights on, then that makes the price a bit higher", says 
Andy. Don gives a horrible little laugh, then gobs on the ground.
"Well, I have to go". I'm determined to get out.
"Pity. You've got a long walk in those shoes. And we could give you a lift".


I hate this. I think about this, but obviously they won't give me a lift for 
nothing.
Another boy says "We don't bite, you know. You could be home soon. I'm sure 
you don't want the school hearing how you gave a blowjob to one guy with 
your sister in one car, and fucked Jake Miles in another car in the same 
evening!"
"What do you want me to do?", I ask, a bit more meekly.
"We have sex with you, then give you a lift home. Couldn't be simpler. And 
we delete the photos".
"How do I know you will?"
"You can do it yourself, if you want - you press the delete button".
I'm not stupid. I don't know how many photos they have, or whether they have 
already sent them half-way round the world. But I'm tired, cold, and if I 
start walking I could get raped by some stranger anyway. None of them seem 
old enough to drive. I think they are year 10, maybe 11 at most, which makes 
them 14 or 15.


"You're not old enough to drive".
"Not legally, but Shorty here does, sort of unofficial", says Andy, and 
indicates the boy who said said they don't bite. He isn't short at all, a 
bit of a beanpole, with long straight hair.
"Yeah, quite safe, it's a decent car. You fussy about cars all of a sudden?" 
They all laugh at this one.
"Come and take a look", says Andy. "See for yourself".
I follow them, still feeling I haven't committed myself to anything, and at 
the end of the row of cars is an old Fiesta, but not so old that it's 
falling apart.
"Want to go for a spin?", says Shorty, jangling his keys. "Just me and you?"
"You wish", says Andy. "Well, Susan, or is it Sue? Do we have a deal?"
"How do I know you won't go blabbing anyway?"
"If we do, you'd have nothing to lose by getting us into trouble. So our 
policy is to play fair. If we don't, it gets  around and we get a bad name", 
he says with a grin.
"What do I have to do exactly?"
"Have sex with us".
"All of you?"
"Well, there are only five of us - that's not so many".
"What about condoms?"
"We're well stocked, Sue".


They are all looking hungrily at me. I should feel really nervous and 
threatened, but just at that moment I feel a sense of power. These boys want 
me, sexually.
"OK, but no rough stuff, OK. I want you to be really nice to me".
"Of course we will, Sue", says Andy. "Step this way". And he beckons me to 
the field gate.
"But what about the car?"
"We won't all fit in the car, Sue. We're going to use a blanket. Have you 
got the blanket, Shorty?" Shorty is rummaging in the boot of the car, and 
sure enough he finds a blanket. Andy leads the way, opens the field gate, 
and just beyond is a flat area of high grass. Shorty lays out the blanket. 
Now I shiver a bit, it's not that warm, and this is really in the open.
"Isn't this a bit exposed?"
"No, the only visitors this time of day are people in cars, and they 
normally stay inside them! Besides, we'll keep an eye out for anyone 
coming".


I sit on the blanket and look up at them. They stand round me in a 
semicircle. Andy speaks first. He seems to be their leader.
"Sue, I think you should decide who you want first. There's me, I'm Andy. 
Then there's Shorty here, our driver. Then there's Don, who'se not as bad as 
he looks. Marvin is our tame Welshman, but don't ask him to sing. And Dave 
is Dave, never talks but is as strong as an ox. You're spoilt for choice, 
Sue."
I hadn't expected this. I say, "I really don't mind".
Andy says, "You go Marvin, treat her nice".
Marvin steps forward. It's too dark for me to see his face properly. He 
looks a bit shy and nervous, but he starts undoing his jeans. He pulls them 
down, then gets down beside me with his pants still on. He kisses me on the 
mouth. I open my mouth. He starts to explore my mouth with his tongue. It 
feels very crude compared to Jake, but the memory of the lovemaking of Jake 
is still fresh in my mind and I try to think of that. Marvin is a young boy 
learning about sex, and probably doesn't mean to do me any harm. For him, I 
am a token girl, and he is using my body to practise on and learn a bit 
about its anatomy. So I try just to imagine that it's Jake, or maybe even 
Merv from the club. I use my tongue on his, and put my arms round him, 
pulling him closer. I also feel that if I'm going to get home soon, I need 
to bring these boys to orgasm quickly, so the sexier I can be, the quicker 
this is over.
Marvin is reaching down now between my legs, under my skirt. He pulls my 
knickers down, and I lift my hips to let him take them off. Then he reaches 
down to his pants to pull them down, too. He starts to get on top of me, and 
I now reach down and start to run my hand up and down his penis. I can feel 
it getting hard quickly. He reacts by reaching between my legs and rubbing 
my slit. He does this too hard, and it's already a bit sore.


"Marvin, do it slower", I tell him. "And kiss me again". I'm hoping that 
being friendly will help him to relax, and it will be more enjoyable for 
both of us. He kisses me again, and is more gentle with his hand. He feels 
around for the entrance to my vagina. I take his hand and guide him, without 
stopping the rythym on his penis. He puts a finger inside me and starts to 
fuck me with it, still a bit too roughly.
"Marvin, are you hard enough to fuck me?", I ask.
"Yeah, Sue".
"Put a condom on, Marvin".
He'd clearly forgotten about that.
"Who's got the Durex?", he asks. Andy fishes one out of his pocket and 
passes him it, still in its packet. Marvin opens it and starts to put it on.
"Do you want me to do that, Marvin?"
"Yeah, sure".
I take the condom, hold the teat gently in my mouth, and smooth the condom 
over his shaft. Marvin's penis smells a bit sharp - probably he doesn't wash 
down there that often, but I try to ignore that.
"Suck him, Sue", says Don.


I know that wasn't really part of the bargain, but since I'm there I take 
some of his shaft in my mouth and move my head up and down. Marvin lets out 
a gasp and holds my head, so it seems I'm doing something right. I carry on 
a bit, at the same time fondling his balls with my hand. More groans from 
Marvin.
"Feel her, Marvin", says Don.
I'm kneeling, and Marvin is standing next to me. "Lie down", I tell him. 
When he is lying down I carry on sucking him, but in more of a 69 position 
so he can touch or kiss me down there between my legs. I feel him reaching 
down and stroking my mound, then he seeks my cleft with his fingers and he 
puts a finger inside. He fucks me with it - I'm quite wet again now. I 
decide to take the initiative and sit across him. I face him and look into 
his eyes. Our faces are so close I can see his eyes in spite of the dark.
"Are you ready to fuck, Marvin?"
"Yeah", he croaks. It justs flits for a moment through my mind that he might 
be a virgin.


I find his penis with my hand and guide it to my opening. I lower myself - 
it's quite hard and goes in easily. Then I raise myself into a sitting 
position, take his hands, and put them on my bare breasts, all the time 
gently moving my pelvis up and down slowly with his penis inside me. I can 
hear his breath changing as his excitement mounts. Behind me, the other boys 
have stopped their giggling and coarse comments. I feel they are now 
entranced, with their eyes glued to us. I let go of Marvin's hands and he 
now starts to knead my small breasts, sometimes cupping them with his palms 
and sometimes feeling the nipples. Now that my hand is free I reach down and 
touch myself to increase my own pleasure.
I stop feeling cold. A wave of pleasure and warmth comes over me and I slow 
down to let it take over. Marvin notices that I am slowing and he bucks his 
hips to compensate for my stopping. I try to re-focus on Marvin and on his 
body. He is grunting and surely not far from his own climax. He brings his 
hands down to my waist and holds me firmly. Now I need him to climax, so I 
increase my pace as much as I can. I can feel him coming, and he pulls me 
down to him. I kiss him fully on the mouth as he comes, and his moans are 
stifled.
I get off him, and he continues to lie there sated and exhausted.


"Get up, Marvin, there's others waiting", says Andy.
Marvin slowly gets up and looks for his pants and trousers. I sit waiting 
for who will be next. Don says, "Do you want to go next, Andy?".
"OK", Andy replies, and he steps forward, undoing his trousers. I am still 
sitting facing him, and I watch as he takes his trousers off. He then pulls 
his pants off, and his penis, already erect, springs free. He strokes it 
while he looks at me.
"Do you want me, Sue?", he asks.
"Yes, Andy", I reply, and it's not really a lie, either.
"How do you want me to fuck you?", he asks.
"Get on top of me, Andy".
I lie down and spread my legs for him. I pull my skirt up to my waist as he 
watches me. Andy continues to stroke his penis. Then he takes a condom from 
his pocket and gets down.
"Put it on, Sue", he says.


I take the packet and open it. Then I wet my hand and lubricate his penis. 
But before I put the condom on, Andy says "Suck my cock first, Sue". He 
straddles my chest so his penis is above my face and guides it to my lips. 
It smells a bit foul, but I don't feel I have a lot of choice. I lift my 
head up and lick the tip of his penis. The bare tip feels hot on my tongue. 
Andy pushes it further into my mouth, and I instinctively reach up and hold 
it to stop it choking me. Andy moves the head in and out of my mouth.
"Lick it. Use your tongue".


I try to do as he says. I'm getting used to the taste, so it doesn't taste 
so bad now. When I start to lick and suck,  it's clear Andy really enjoys 
it. I try to take a bit more into my mouth, and feel his balls with my right 
hand while I put my left hand lightly on his lower back, stroking him down 
as far as his buttocks. He moans loudly and tries to thrust harder and 
faster. I want to tell him that I'm ready to fuck, but of course I can't. 
Maybe he will come into my mouth.
He puts both his hands on my head, and is moving my head in rhythm with his 
thrusts. I try to breathe through my nose. Sure enough I can feel him pause 
and his breathing changes. Then I feel the spurts of semen filling my mouth. 
I try to swallow, so as not to choke, but the texture of it, a bit like raw 
white of egg, makes it hard. He takes his penis out.
"You OK, Sue?", he asks, unexpectedly considerate.
"Fine, Andy".
"I still want to fuck you, but Don can go next while I get hard again, OK?".
I'm not sure about this, but say "OK", and he gets off me.


"Don, you go next", says Andy, and Don steps forward quickly, taking off his 
trousers and pants. His penis is even more erect, and stands proud against 
his tummy. Then he remembers the condom, and fishes around in his trousers, 
getting out the packet.
"Do you want to put it on, Sue?", he asks, holding it out to me.
I take it and open it. He sits down beside me, and I notice he is shivering. 
Partly the cold, but he seems a bit nervous, too. No doubt they are keen to 
perform well in front of their friends. I put the condom on using my mouth, 
and take the chance to stroke his penis a little first, to excite him a bit 
more. This is hardly necessary, because his penis feels rock-hard already. 
Then I lie back.
"I'm ready for you, Don", I tell him.


He lies on top of me, and I reach down to guide his penis into me. It goes 
in very easily, and it feels really good. Don isn't very subtle, though, and 
starts pounding away at me. His tummy slaps against mine each time and he 
has his full weight on me. He feels up to hold my breasts, and starts to 
massage them roughly. He seems frantic. I feel almost out of it, like an 
observer, and he clearly isn't interested in what I'm feeling. I try to 
concentrate on the physical sensation of the thrusts. He's very soon there, 
though, and he cries out loud as he orgasms inside me. Then he just lies 
panting on top of me, before eventually recollecting himself, and quickly 
gets off me and, without a word, returns to the group of boys, first picking 
up his clothes.
"Do you want to go next, Shorty?", Andy asks.
The tall quiet lad steps forward and takes his trousers off, too. I find 
myself straining in the dark to see his crotch, and as he takes off his 
pants, I clearly see his penis spring up. It gives me quite a thrill to see 
these boys's penises erect because of my being naked in front of them, and 
proud to be able to give them all sex, even though it isn't something I 
would have chosen to do. Shorty kneels next to me, and says
"You ready, Sue?".
Since he asks, I want to slow him down so he doesn't just fuck me like Don 
did.


"Kiss me first, Shorty", I tell him.
He lies on top of me and kisses me, not very confidently. I return a very 
passionate kiss, using my tongue, and he starts to respond eagerly. Our lips 
mash together and his hands rove over my body, finding my legs. He cups my 
mound with his right hand and starts to rub along my pussy slit. I'm quite 
wet already, so it feels good. I reach down to grasp his penis, and start 
moving my hand up and down his shaft. Suddenly he reaches down and moves my 
knees apart - clearly he can't wait any longer.
I realise that it must be getting late, but I don't care any more. I feel a 
need to satisfy the hunger of these boys,  and it feels good to be wanted so 
much. Shorty rubs his erect penis between my legs.
"Don't forget the condom, Shorty", I whisper.
"Bugger", he says, quite obviously having forgotten.


"Pass me a condom, Don", he calls, and Don gets one and passes it to Shorty. 
Shorty passes it to me, clearly keen on the idea that I should put it on, as 
I did for the others. I open the packet and wriggle down so I can use my 
mouth again. I'm no longer on the small blanket, and it's a bit muddy after 
the rain. I position the condom on the head of Shorty's penis, which is 
surprisingly curved. I roll the condom down his penis, holding the head with 
my mouth, and Shorty immediately grips my head. I let him push my head down 
so that I'm taking about half the length in my mouth.
I move my head up and down a few times. I notice that Don, who passed Shorty 
the condom, hasn't moved back, but is standing quite close, which makes me a 
bit self-conscious. He has his hand down his trousers and is obviously 
masturbating as he watches us. Andy comes closer, too. He gives a friendly 
pat on my behind.
"Why don't you kneel while you suck him, Sue?", he asks.


I get into a kneeling postion, still with Shorty's penis in my mouth.
Andy strokes my buttocks and feels between my legs. I'm still wet there from 
Don, and also a bit sore. Andy uses his fingers to penetrate me, and I open 
my legs a little to make it easier for him. Then Andy undoes his flies, and 
I realise that he is going to fuck me next, not Shorty.
"I'll fuck her while she sucks you", he says to Shorty.
I can't tell if he has a condom on - I hope he has. I can feel him trying to 
get his penis into position. I lift my bum a bit, to give him better access. 
Then he finds my opening, and it slips inside. Andy holds my hips and pushes 
hard. The penetration is deep, and feels a bit different. Andy starts to 
fuck me hard - his belly slaps rythmically against my bum and he feels my 
belly and up to my breasts. i find it hard to concentrate on sucking Shorty, 
who is still holding my head and is trying to maintain his own separate 
rythym. My cunt feels really sore now, and I hope Andy comes quickly. But 
this is the second time for him, and this time he's able to stay hard for 
longer before he comes. He has lost some of his earlier inhibition, and he 
now grunts loudly as he thrusts into me. This seems to excite Shorty, too, 
who also starts to fuck my mouth harder, gripping my hair and tugging it 
painfully. I bend my head backwards so more of his length will fit, but he 
is trying to force it all in, and it hits the back of my throat, so I try to 
breath through my nose. Then Shorty just holds my head tight, and groans as 
he comes. He's wearing the condom, so I don't feel the sperm, but I can feel 
his spasms. Andy is still going as Shorty withdraws, and I'm pleased to be 
able to breath again, but Don now stands were Shorty was, and he undoes his 
flies and takes out his penis which is hard again.


"Suck me, Sue", he says, and puts his penis into my mouth. He loses no time 
in setting up a rythym, again holding my head while he moves in and out. He 
moves slowly, but he's strong, and it's hard for me to take it all, and I 
notice he isn't wearing any condom. The taste is a bit rank at first, but 
soon I'm used to it. Just then I hear a mobile go off, and Shorty answers 
it. I can hear his half of the conversation over Andy's grunts.
"We down here at the lay-by, taking turns with some randy sixth-former." 
Pause.
"Serious. She was with someone else, but they buggered off, and she was up 
for it with us, so we're having a ball. Why don't you join us?" Another 
pause. "Finish your beers and come on over. We'll wait for you all".


Shorty turns to the others. "That was Bill. He's with his mates at the Vic, 
but they're going to come and join us just as soon as they finish their 
pints".
"Sue's going to be a popular girl", says Don, in between thrusts, and they 
all laugh.
I don't like the sound of that conversation, but there's not a lot I can say 
at the moment.
Andy says to Don, "She's a great fuck, I'm nearly there".
Don reples "Yeah, we must do this again sometime".
"That OK, for you, Sue?", asks Andy, knowing I've no way of replying.
I just make a few "mmmmh" noises, and Andy says "Great, we'll make this a 
regular date", and laughs.
Andy then increases the pace of his fucking, reaching under me to maul my 
breasts. Then he slows and I feel that he is about to come. He spasms, and I 
get the fright of my life as I feel his spurts of semen inside me - he 
hadn't put a condom on. He continures to hold me by the hips and to move 
slowly as he goes limp, then he withdraws, but Don is still pumping my 
mouth.
"Want another go, Marvin?", says Andy, and I hear Marvin say "Sure".
Andy says "She's really hot for it, so tight and hot".
Marvin says, "I'm really need this, watching you has made me so horny", and 
he gets behind me. I can hear his zip, and then he reaches between my legs 
to stroke me and he uses his finger a few times to get me ready. Then he 
pokes about with his penis, which soon finds my entrance. He humps me hard 
too, and I almost fall as he pushes into me.


The two of them have come already, and are clearly in no hurry to finish. I 
am rocking to and fro, and I'm really tired of holding my head back. Don's 
crotch smells of stale sweat, and his pubic hair makes me nose itch. It 
would help if they involved me somehow in their conversation, but now they 
seem to ignore me as a person, just use me for sex, although maybe they just 
think that as I'm in no position to hold a conversation, it's not worth 
talking to me.
Don increases the pace and I feel he is about to come. As he comes, he gasps 
loudly, almost as though he has been stabbed. His spurts seem to fill my 
mouth and I have to breath through my nose again as he is holding my head so 
tight. Don withdraws, and I'm glad to be able to move my head freely again.


"That was great, Sue", he says, and I feel almost grateful to hear some 
words spoken to me.
"That's OK", I say, trying to be polite but not overly enthusiastic.
Marvin is still fucking me energetically, and shows no sign of finishing. My 
crotch feels so sore, and there's a squelching noise as Andy's semen is 
still inside me.
Then there's a noise of cars, and they pull up just by the hedge where we 
are. The headlights temporarily light up the boys, and I can see them 
stroking themselves as they watch me and Marvin. Andy goes to the gate and 
waves to them. There's a slamming of doors and more boys, some with cans of 
beer, pile through the gate. One has a torch and shines it at us. He seems a 
little older than Shorty, perhaps 17.
"Hi, Andy, looks as though you're busy", he says.
"Yeah, won't be long, Bill. This is Sue, and we've all had some fun this 
evening, haven't we, Sue?"
"Yes, Andy", I say. What else can I say?
"But she needs a lift home. We promised to take her".
"Looks as though you're taking her for some ride". The boys laugh coarsely 
at this, and I feel really embarrassed.
Bill adds, "Don't worry, we'll see Sue gets home OK. Come on, Marvin, hurry 
up. There's a queue here". He's right, too, there are four or five new boys 
hanging around - one is having a pee against the hedge, and the others are 
watching us intently. Don is boasting about having come in my mouth, and 
points to his semen on my face. I thought these boys weren't too bad, but 
now they seem more loutish, somehow.


Marvin now starts to fuck me harder, and increases the pace. The sound of 
his thighs slapping against my bum seems loud, and the boys go quiet and 
they sense his climax approaching. Then he clutches me tight, stops for a 
second, and starts to go slow. There's a tension as he nears the end, and I 
feel a surge inside me too. A wave of orgasm hits me, my first real one, and 
I moan loadly. Bill says,
"Hey, Marvin, you've made her come", and they all laugh. Then Marvin groans 
and moves slowly inside me as he empties his semen. No, there was no condom, 
and I feel it filling me. Marvin withdraws and gives my bum a slap as though 
I were a horse.
"Thanks, Sue, that was a great fuck", he says, but I feel his words are 
meant more for his friends and the older boys than for me.
I stand up. I have been bending for some time, and I need to stretch my 
legs.


"Andy, you promised me a lift", I say.
"You'll get a lift, Sue, trust me. Besides, it was Shorty who was going to 
take you, and I think he's gone".
"Yeah, we told him he needn't stay", says Bill.
"Andy's right, though. We won't just leave you here. How was the orgasm, 
Sue?".  I don't know how to answer that - it don't want to tell him how 
fantastic it was, so I just scowl at him, but I'm sure he can read my mind.
"Come here, Sue", he says.
I walk over to him. I don't know why, because he was making it sound like an 
order, but I'm a bit too tired to argue with him. I stand in front of him.
"Closer", he says.
I move a little closer, closer than you would normally stand to talk to 
someone. Bill reaches out and feels my left breast, now covered again by my 
dress.
"Would you like to come again, Sue?", he asks.
"I think I'm too tired", I reply, quite truthfully.


Then he pulls me against him and kisses me on the mouth, moving his hand 
down to feel my bum. His tongue explores my mouth as he lifts my dress and 
feels my naked bottom, feeling down to the gap between my legs. I'm very wet 
there, partly through my own juices and partly with their sperm. He rubs his 
fingers easily along my slit, finding the entrance to my vagina and 
inserting his fingers. He massages me there while he continues to kiss me. 
I'm finding it difficult now to stay standing - I'm tired and need to lie 
down. Bill notices this and says
"Do you want me to lie down with you, Sue?".
I just nod.


We go over to the blanket. I lie down on my back. Bill takes off his 
trousers and pants, not hurrying at all. When his pants are off he strokes 
his penis a few times, and says, "Do you want it, Sue?".
"Yes, Bill". Just be quick - I really want to be at home now.
"Tell me what you want me to do with you".
It's becoming clear to me that boys love 'talking dirty', and it's good to 
humour them.
"I want you to fuck me, Bill", I reply.
"Sure thing, Sue", he says, and gets on top of me. Before getting inside me, 
he resumes his kissing, and mauls my breasts with his hands. I wish he 
hadn't been drinking - his breath smells quite foul, and he is clumsy with 
his mouth.


Although I'm tired, a lot of thoughts are going through my mind. You might 
think I'd be horrified by the way the evening has turned out, but I feel 
I've turned a point in my life. I feel liberated, and though I know I'm 
being used, I don't feel in any great danger, except perhaps of pregnancy or 
sexual disease. I do feel some strange kind of power over these boys, and 
I've been surprised at how my own body has responded at times, quite without 
any textbook training or so-called sex tips. I reach down and find Bill's 
penis, and massage gently while he fumbles. It gets harder. He takes over 
and guides it into me. Now he fucks me hard, with a load "Yeah" on each 
thrust, which is more for the audience, I think, and they respond with a 
chorus of encouragement and ribald remarks. Most of them have cans of beer, 
and are crowding us closely. I try to avoid looking at them. Bill is a 
turn-off, too, if I look at him, so I have to shut my eyes and concentrate 
on the sensation between my legs. He soon comes and others take over. I'm so 
tired now I can hardly respond, even when they bother to talk to me. They 
smell of beer, and they pee by the hedge before using me. I hear Bill say, 
"She's falling asleep,", and then comes over to me.
"You asleep, Sue?", he asks. I'm half asleep, but too tired to answer, so I 
just grunt.


"Let's take her home", Bill says, and they carry me into a car. I open my 
eyes. "My handbag", I remind them, and someone says, "We've
got it".
I'm in a back seat, and some boy has his arms round me, half holding me 
upright and half fondling me. He has his hand up my dress and is quite 
openly rubbing my crotch. I wonder where my knickers are. Nobody has asked 
me where I live.


We pull up at a house and we all get out. I'm half carried into this house, 
and soon I'm on a bed. I try to make an effort and
look around. Bill is there, and tells me we're in his brother's flat. "You 
can stay here tonight," he says.
"Can I have some water?", I ask.
"Sure. Pete, get Sue a glass of water, will you?"
Pete seems to be his brother. Fortunately there seem to be just a few of 
them now, Bill, Pete, and another boy who I recognise, but whose name I 
don't know.


"What time is it?", I ask.
"Just gone half twelve", says Bill. "You OK?".
"Very tired. My parents will be wondering where I am."
"Do you want to call them? Tell them you're sleeping over."
"They'll want to know who with. They'll want to come and fetch me".
"OK. Say you'll be back in an hour. We'll get you cleaned up a bit and take 
you home. That OK?"
"Yes. Where's the phone?"


I go to the phone, and they tactfully leave me while I make the call. I try 
to sound casual, but Mum is clearly very agitated,
my voice doesn't reassure her. She probably thinks I'm drunk, or high on 
drugs, neither of which is true, but it will take some
explaining.
They show me the bathroom, and Bill is giving me some tips about explaining 
the marks on my dress. Then they help me dress, and seem quite concerned 
about me. I don't suppose they could use me much more tonight anyway - I'm 
half asleep. Bill tells me that he'll take me home, but that they want me to 
come round later in the week "for a bit more fun". What can I say. They are 
being so nice now, that it seems wrong to complain. But I'm glad to be home. 
Before I go, Bill arranges a time to fetch me, and I say yes.


(End of Story)

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