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 The Gang Part 85 By Kelly Slimspank KellySlimspank@Googlemail.com
   copyright 2008 by Kelly Slimspank, all rights reserved
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   "No, not worried, it'll just give me a bit of company that's all" said
Victoria into the phone as Emily and Angela passed her on their way into
the lounge.
   "Ben'll be fine, he's only twelve dad!" she said with a degree of
exasperation "What?  With me, Emily Alison and Amy here?  I don't think so,
and anyway he's not that kind of boy.  You met him at the Weavers' party,
you know...  when they welcomed the Davisons to the village." Victoria
turned slightly and just peered at the lock on the front door to make sure
it was dead bolted.
   "That's right, the Chelsea fan.  Exactly, that's what I've been saying.
No, no, not Paul.  Can you imagine him wanting to spend the night with a
bunch of gossiping girls?  Dad!  You should know me better than that I
hope!" Victoria leaned back against the wall shaking her head slightly with
a gentle smile developing on her lips.
   "I love you too.  Okay.  No I'll be fine.  I'll talk to you tomorrow
anyway.  Yeh, love you.  Bye.  Love you, bye."
   Victoria grinned broadly, the first hurdle was overcome.  She
disconnected the call and began dialling again.
   In the bathroom, Ben made Alison wait outside while he had a wee. 
Somehow this activity was too personal to allow her to watch as she had
wanted, and even to allow her to stand behind him when he went.  While he
emptied his bladder he considered just washing himself and declaring
himself clean when he left, but he was certain that Alison would insist on
inspecting him, or at least she would tell Victoria and she might insist on
him being inspected in the lounge.  He thought it much better to just get
it over and done with and have Alison at least witness his cleanliness even
if he didn't allow her to do the cleaning itself.
   Even though he was going to get his willy out to wash it in a minute, he
couldn't help putting it away and zipping himself up.  The idea of opening
the door to let Alison in with his willy hanging out was just too silly for
him.  He unlocked and opened the door.  Alison grinned at him from outside
and pushed her way in past him.
   "Com on then" she said.  Ben unzipped himself again and pulled his willy
out with a slight frown.  He stood on tiptoe to dangle it over the sink
while she turned on a tap.
   "Not like that" said Alison "You'll have to take your trousers and pants
down"
   "Why?" asked Ben looking disappointed "I can wash it perfectly well like
this."
   "You'll splash water all over the front of your trousers and it'll look
like you've wet yourself, besides you won't be able to get at it all
properly like that."
   "I will" he said plaintively.
   Alison stepped towards him with a look of determination.
   "Alright, alright, I'll do it" he said and undid his trousers, pushing
them and his boxers down together.  Alison grabbed the flannel and wetted
it under the tap.  She rubbed soap on it and brought it down towards Ben's
groin.  He backed away slightly.
   "Don't be silly" said Alison "Just stand still."
   Ben made himself stand still while Alison brought the soapy flannel to
bear on his penis.  She rubbed it carefully, making sure that she covered
the while of Ben's shaft, scrotum and groin area with soap, even pulling
his foreskin back so she could get soap underneath.
   "It doesn't need that much cleaning" he said.
   "Of course it does" she said rinsing the soap out of the flannel.  She
took her time, making sure that the soap was thoroughly washed out while
she sneaked glances at Ben's adorable semi-erect penis.
   "It always looks funny like that" she said.
   "Like what?" said Ben slightly sulkily.
   "When it's not really hard and not really soft" she said.
   "You think it looks funny whatever state it's in" said Ben, still a
little sulky.
   Alison stared at it for a little while looking thoughtful "That's true,
it does" she said "But I like it anyway.  Actually I love it, and it
doesn't matter what condition it's in." She brought the flannel to bear
again, wiping away the soap and incidentally erecting it just a little bit
more in the process.
   "That's probably enough" said Ben.
   "You shouldn't be so shy Ben, not with me.  You should like me touching
you there" said Alison.
   Ben sighed "I do, but I'm not properly used to it yet.  It's still
embarrassing."
   "Well it shouldn't be" said Alison "You should get used to it" she
leaned forward and gave him a kiss "You do love me don't you.  You do like
being naked with me and doing sex stuff?"
   "Yeh" said Ben, not entirely convincingly "It's better when we're on our
own though."
   "You'll get used to it" said Alison rubbing his half erect willy with a
fluffy towel "I'll make sure you do." By the time she had finished drying
him Ben was fully erect again.  Alison bent down and kissed his willy
gently "Well I love it even if you're embarrassed about it."
   Ben turned his head slightly as he blushed, and he caught sight of
himself in the mirror.  His brow creased as he saw his naked lower half in
profile.  His willy looked a lot bigger in the mirror than it normally
appeared to him, and this embarrassed him further.  He bent to grab his
trousers and pants and pulled them back up into place.  Alison tidied the
flannel and towel back into their places and then seized Ben in a big hug.
She kissed him passionately and Ben felt himself responding in kind.
   "You do love me don't you?" she asked.
   "Um, yeh..." said Ben unsure of himself.
   "I hope so because I really really really love you" she said with a
grin.
   "Great!" said Ben, still a little unsure about all this love business.
   "Dad says it's okay, actually I think he was bit relieved to think I
wouldn't have to be on my own again.  Yes, that's right.  I can give you
his mobile number if you want to ring him.  No, that's fine.  Of course. 
No, I won't let Emily or Alison sneak out in the middle of the night.  No,
I promise.  Well, I thought I'd invite Amy and Ben too.  I think Amy'll
have fun, and we can't really invite her and not Ben." Victoria turned to
peer up the stairs, wondering what was keeping Ben and Alison.
   "Oh no he's harmless.  He might get a bit bored I suppose but I don't
think we'll have any trouble with him.  Don't worry I'll keep an eye on him
and Alison.  No.  No.  Oh no I can't imagine that.  If you knew how shy Ben
was...  Really.  Yes, okay.  I'll put Emily on, hold on a sec."
   Victoria opened the lounge door and stuck her head round while covering
up the mouthpiece of the phone.  Emily was busy tidying up, picking up
crisp crumbs, reorganising the bottles and cartons.
   "Em?" Victoria called out.  Emily looked up and smiled.  Victoria
beckoned her with a finger.
   "No time to explain.  Your mum's on the phone.  I've asked you and
Alison to stay here tonight and my dad's said 'yes'.  I'm going to ask Amy
and Ben as well, but don't make any mention of Paul" Victoria handed the
phone to Emily.
   Emily looked at Victoria in surprise, the full import of what she was
saying didn't really register as she lifted the phone to her ear.
   "Mum?" said Emily "Okay, no we won't.  I promise.  She'll be fine.  Ben?
No he's adorable, he won't cause any trouble.  I will.  Okay.  Night mum.
Night." Emily disconnected quickly and handed the phone back to Victoria.
   "What's going on?" Emily asked.
   "It was Amy's idea.  With mum and dad being away, and me being on my
own, she suggested I could ask if you and Alison could stay over, keep me
company kind of thing, and I thought it might actually work.  Anyway, she
said maybe she and Ben could stay too.  So I phoned my dad and he seemed
pretty keen.  I think he's a bit worried about me being on my own.  He
wasn't sure about Ben being here, but I persuaded him that Ben's just
innocent and would be fine, but he did ask a lot of questions about Paul. I
didn't tell him Paul was going to be here.  Anyway he said 'yes' so I
phoned your mum and explained, she seemed okay about it, although again she
was a bit sceptical about Ben too.  So now I have to phone Ben's mum."
   "Oh my God, that's amazing!" said Emily her eyes glowing with excitement
"We'll be able to stay here tonight.  Oh, what about Paul?  His fantasy? 
We could do that tonight, if you're okay with it."
   "That was the idea" said Victoria with a grin "I think I'm okay, but
I'll do a final check later and make sure" said Victoria.
   "Oooh I'm so excited!" said Emily bouncing up and down "It's going to be
brilliant!"
   "Me too!" said Victoria "This could really be fun!  Don't mention it to
Ben and Alison yet though, I don't want Angela knowing.  The less she knows
the better."
   "Okay" said Emily.
   "You go back in and I'll phone Mrs Davison" said Victoria.
   "Okay, Oh wow!  This is going to be brilliant.  I can't wait!" said
Emily.
   "Doing Paul's fantasy or staying over?" asked Victoria.
   "Both!" said Emily as she retuned to the lounge.
   Victoria dialled Ben's number while deciding that whatever happened
during the rest of the game she must make sure that Paul didn't have an
orgasm.  She wanted to keep him fresh for later.
   Margaret and Keith were watching television when the phone rang and
Keith looked over to her from the armchair nearby.  She knew he wasn't
going to answer the phone and that his look had 'Aren't you going to answer
the phone?' written all over it.  She rose slightly irritably and went
through to the hall.
   "Hello?" she said "Oh hello Victoria, yes I remember, we met at Mrs
Weaver's.  Yes, okay, oh really?  Well that seems a shame, will you be
alright all on your own.  Oh I see, yes that seems like a good idea.  Amy
and Ben?  Oh I'm not sure about that, I mean...  yes.  Well Amy wouldn't be
any trouble I'm sure, but Ben...  I don't think you know him very well if
you think...  Well he can be...  Believe me if you had to live...  Well,
let me talk to Keith and see what he says.  Yes, hold on a minute."
   Margaret put the phone down and returned to the lounge.  Keith looked up
at her questioningly as she came in.
   "It's Victoria" said Margaret "You know, the very sensible girl we met
at the Weavers'?"
   Keith fidgeted slightly uncomfortably.  He remembered Victoria very
well, thoughts of her naked bottom lying over his lap had not left his mind
since their conversation together in the forest.  He nodded noncommittally.
   "She's all on her own at the moment, her parents have gone away for a
few days.  Irresponsible if you ask me, leaving a fourteen year old girl
all on her own in the house, anyway, she's having Emily and Alison stay
over tonight, to keep her company.  She's asking if Amy and Ben can stay
over too" said Margaret sceptically.
   "Oh" said Keith nodding sagely.
   "Well, what do you think?  I'm not sure about it.  There'll be no adult
supervision and heaven knows what they'll get up to.  It might not be so
bad with just Amy, but Ben's a boy, and he'll be the only boy there" said
Margaret.
   "Why?  What do you think he's going to get up to?" asked Keith with a
raised eyebrow.
   "Well I'm not saying he will, but Alison's going to be there and,
well..." said Margaret.
   "You mean it's alright for you and Diane to have him and her stripped
off together for a spanking but you're worried they might want to play
doctors and nurses together?" asked Keith.
   "No...  I...  I don't know, I'm just worried that...  you know what he's
like, and at his age...  you never know" said Margaret not really sure what
she meant.
   "Look from what I saw, and from what I've heard from everyone, Victoria
is an extremely capable and responsible girl.  I can't imagine she'd allow
any funny business, beside which Amy's going to be there.  Can you see Ben
trying anything on with Amy present?  Added to which Ben's more likely to
come running home screaming for his mother than start playing around with a
little girl in that way" said Keith "More's the pity."
   "Keith!  You shouldn't be encouraging him!" said Margaret shocked at her
husband.
   "I'm not.  He's not here is he?  I'm just saying" said Keith.
   "I suppose you're right" said Margaret.
   "And there is another benefit" said Keith his voice lowering in tone
slightly.
   "What benefit?" asked Margaret, none the wiser.
   "We'll have the house to ourselves all night" he said with a mischievous
grin.
   "If that boy ever does take after you we're going to be in trouble" she
said avoiding his suggestion "And so are half the girls in the village."
   "So?  What do you think?  Just you and me, all alone, no kids, we'll
have the run of the house, no worrying about making too much noise or
disturbing anyone" said Keith as he picked up the remote control and turned
off the television.
   "You've got work in the morning and I've got the bathroom fitters" said
Margaret heading back to the hall with a blush.
   She picked up the phone again and took a deep breath before speaking
"Alright Victoria, but you tell Ben from me that he'd better behave.  I'll
be holding you responsible to make sure they're okay, alright?  No, that's
fine, if I talk to him I'll probably just change my mind.  I mean it
though, I want you to keep an eye on them both, especially Ben, and if he
gives you any trouble let me know.  Yes, you tell him I've got a wooden
spoon here with his name on it."
   Margaret jumped slightly as she felt Keith's arms wrap round her, and
she frowned slightly when she felt him undoing the buttons on her blouse.
   "Look, I've got to go.  Phone me in the morning.  Yes, bye" said
Margaret quickly.
   Victoria put the phone down with a broad smile.  Everything had gone to
plan and she was surprised at how easily she had managed to persuade
everyone.  She was also surprised at how Ben had been such a sticking point
for everyone, but then he was a boy and maybe that was the problem.  She
giggled to herself for a moment as it occurred to her that everyone would
have given her an emphatic 'no' if they had any idea what Ben really got
up, or what she and the others really got up to.  She pondered just briefly
phoning Paul's mum to see if she could persuade her to let Paul stay, but
she seriously doubted that she'd be able t pull that off, and failure would
likely spoil the whole plan.  She walked back into the lounge.
   Ben and Alison had tumbled back down the stairs together while Victoria
was hanging on the phone waiting for Margaret's response.  Victoria didn't
say anything to either of them about the plan but she did give them both a
warm smile.  They crashed into the lounge together, although it was mostly
Ben who did the crashing, and sat themselves in their places.
   Alison looked over at the petrified looking Angela who was still sat
beside Paul "All ready for your big strip then?" she said.
   Angela glowered at her and tried to keep herself from crying at the
prospect.
   "Alison" said Paul "Stop trying to make it worse."
   "Sorry" she said cheerfully "I was just looking forward to seeing her
lying on the floor stark naked with Ben groping her entirely naked and
exposed body."
   Paul frowned at her "That's enough Alison, leave her alone" he said "You
won't be so happy if Ben starts to enjoy himself and takes a fancy to her."
   Alison snapped her head around to look at Ben "You wouldn't would you?"
she asked wrapping her arms around him possessively and giving him a kiss.
   Ben was quite certain that the opportunity to examine any naked girl
would be enjoyable.  He was equally certain that he was likely to fancy any
girl who was moderately pretty and naked.  In fact he quite fancied her now
and she was still fully dressed.  As certain as these things were, he was
wise enough now to know that there was nothing more certain than Alison's
desire to pacify him if he was to confess to either of these things.
   "Um...  no, of course not" he said as his eyes slid guiltily aside.
   Victoria strolled in looking very pleased with something and she gave
Paul and Emily a wink as she crossed the lounge to her place.
   "Are we all ready then?" she asked.  Everyone except Angela indicated
that they were; either in words, nods, or smiles.  Angela signalled her
resignation by turning pale and freezing her face in a mask of terror.
   "Come on then darling, the sooner you get on with it, the sooner it'll
be over" said Victoria gently.
   "Go on Angela" said Paul "You haven't got any choice anyway so you might
as well make the best of it."
   Angela leaned forward to unbuckle her sandals, looking around the room
at the others under her brow.  She pulled the sandals slowly from her feet
and with a sigh she pulled off her short white socks.  She kept her had
down as she sat up a little straighter, unable to meet anyone's eye.  She
knew that everyone was looking at her; that everyone was waiting for her to
get undressed so that they could see her naked body.  She was terrified,
but she could see no alternative to this humiliating strip-tease.  Alison
was grinning at her maliciously, glad to see this girl being taught a
lesson like this.  The others watched a little more sympathetically.
   Victoria wouldn't have been so sympathetic after what Angela had done to
Paul earlier and the way she had conducted herself in the game, but she was
now in such a good mood that she felt well disposed towards everyone.
   Angela brought trembling fingers up to the top of the back of her light
summer dress and began to undo the buttons.  Reaching round, as she worked
down the buttons, caused her dress to bunch around her small breasts,
giving the audience a preview of what they were about to see, and Ben
shuffled in anticipation.
   Alison looked down at Ben's groin and had a quick feel of the front of
his trousers.
   "Don't you dare get hard" she said.
   "Alison don't be mean" said Victoria "He's a boy, he can't help getting
hard.  It's not his fault."
   "Well he's not to enjoy it then" she said.
   Victoria sighed and shook her head "You and I need a talk my girl" said
Victoria.
   "What about you?" asked Emily "Would it be fair if Ben said the same to
you if you had Michael Tucker in your clutches?"
   "That's different" said Alison.
   "How's it different?" asked Emily.
   "Because he's a boy" said Alison.
   "Just behave yourself" said Victoria with a mildly admonishing tone.
   Angela let her dress drop down to her waist, hunching herself forward to
cover her pink flowery trainer bra.  She paused for a brief moment to catch
her breath.  She was feeling nauseous and as she approached closer and
closer to revealing her naked body she grew more and more anxious.  Her
hands shook more violently now as the adrenalin came in more powerful
surges and her stomach performed somersaults.  Even though she knew she was
destined to be naked, and even though she knew there was no way out, her
mind still searched desperately for something which might save her.
   "Come on darling, you've made a good start, don't spoil it now" said
Victoria.
   Victoria's words stirred Angela into action again and with great
reluctance she lifted her bottom from the floor and worked her dress down
under it.  She slid the dress down her legs and off her feet.  Her scarlet
face was still pointing straight down at the floor and she continued to
hunch her body forward covering both her pink flowery knickers and her pink
flowery bra.  She dropped the dress slowly to her side.  "Couldn't I do it
my underwear, just this once?" she asked, her voice full of desperate
pleading.
   "You made us strip naked and have sex in front of everyone" said Alison.
   "It has to be naked" said Victoria "So come on, no more putting it off
or we're going to have to do it for you."
   "And this is her dare" said Alison suddenly remembering "She wanted Ben
to have to do this, so I don't see what she's got to complain about!"
   "Alison" said Victoria "Hush!"
   Alison frowned and sat back "Poor Ben" she said, patting Ben's thigh.
   "I don't mind if she doesn't want to" said Ben, remembering that if
Angela went through with this he was going to get a spanking from everyone
while he was naked.
   Victoria gave Ben a sympathetic smile, and his little worried face
melted her heart.
   "Ill tell you what" said Victoria "We'll have to take a vote, but what
if I propose, that just this once, you can keep your knickers on - If you
agree to let Ben off his naked spanking.  "
   "Okay" said Angela suddenly filling with hope.  She lifted her head at
last and looked round at the others desperate for their approval.
   "Can I keep my pants on as well then?" asked Ben.
   "No darling, you need the practise anyway" said Victoria.
   "But if she gets to keep her knickers on..." said Ben.
   "You're getting out of being spanked by everyone while you're naked"
said Victoria "Isn't that a fair trade?"
   Ben nodded, he was definitely relieved that he'd be spared that, but it
would be better still if he could keep his boxers on while Angela examined
him.
   "So, all in favour of the proposition" said Victoria putting her own
hand up.  Paul raised his hand.  Ben raised his hand.  Emily raised her
hand.  "Alison?" asked Victoria.
   Alison thought about it, weighing up the risk of Ben enjoying himself
too much with her desire to see Angela suffer.  "No, I think she should
have to be naked, that's the dare" said Alison.
   "Are you not voting Angela?" asked Paul.  Angela's hand shot up.
   "Carried then" said Victoria "You can keep your knickers on and Ben can
be let off his spanking."
   "That's not fair!" said Alison "I think she should have to take her
knickers off!
   "You want Ben to have be spanked?" asked Victoria.
   "It won't hurt" said Alison "And it'll be fun anyway, he's got a lovely
bum."
   "So much for loving Ben then" said Emily.
   "I do" said Alison "Alright then, what about instead of that, Ben gets
let off his spanking but she still has to take her knickers off?"
   "We've voted now darling.  So the matter's closed" said Victoria "So
just take the bra off and lie down on the floor Angela."
   Angela's heart jumped for joy as she realised that she was not going to
have to be naked after all.  The relief felt amazing, but it didn't last
long as she suddenly realised that she would still have to lie on the floor
virtually naked.  Her breasts would be bare, and she'd still just be
wearing a flimsy air of knickers.
   Angela took care to hunch right forward so that when she brought her
arms behind her back to undo her bra she wouldn't be exposing her chest to
everyone.  Her trembling hands and shaking fingers made it difficult, and
she took a lot longer to unclip her bra than usual.  Once it was undone she
shrugged her shoulders forwards and slipped her bra off, still keeping
herself covered up.
   "On the floor then sweety" said Victoria.
   Angela didn't get up, instead she shuffled on her bottom a short
distance away from Paul, and lay flat, keeping one arm across her chest to
cover her breasts and the other down so she could cover the front of her
knickers with a hand.
   "You're going to need to take your arms out of the way Angela, put them
by your sides" said Victoria "Ben, off you go."
   Ben began to get up, but Alison pulled him back for one last kiss, just
to remind him who he belonged to.  Emily took the camera out of her bag
surreptitiously and set it to record viceo.
   "I'm alright" said Angela "I'll keep them as they are."
   "Move your arms darling or the knickers come off" said Victoria.
   As Ben crossed the room, Angela moved her hand from the front of her
knickers, and with difficulty planted it at her side.  The other arm was
slower.  This she inched, bit by bit, downwards.  Her face was blazing with
embarrassment as her small breasts came slowly into view.
   Ben looked down at her as he dropped to the floor at her side.  He took
hold of her arm and gently encouraged it down to the floor and he licked
his lips as he took in her young body.  Angela's breasts were a little
larger than Alison's and the nipples a little more pronounced.  At the
moment they stood straight up and out like small peanuts out of their
shells.  The aureoles were already spreading like a dark stain and were
ever so slightly raised from the rest of the breast.  Ben bent closer,
conscious of Alison's eyes burning into his back.  He gave Victoria a quick
glance and when she smiled and nodded to him he brought his hands down onto
Angela's breasts.
   Angela jumped and opened her eyes; Ben's touch sending a wave of shock
through her.  Her breathing speeded up and she tried to make herself relax.
Ben stroked softly across Angela's breasts a couple of times and he felt
his penis stiffening and shifting in his pants.  He let his fingers run
across her hard nipples as he stroked and then he pinched those nipples
gently between his fingers, rolling them round carefully.
   Angela held her breath and tried to ignore what she thought of as a
violation, but as Ben stroked her she felt more and more excited until,
when he took hold of her nipples, she let all her breath out in a rush and
had to admit to herself that his touch was magical and that the feel of it
was something unfamiliarly exciting.  She held her body rigid, although she
allowed herself to breathe again in ragged gasps, and she clenched her legs
tightly together.
   Ben stopped stroking when Angela exhaled, but continued after she began
breathing again, and as he played with her beautiful young breasts his eyes
wandered down her body towards the little pink triangle of cloth he could
see between her legs.  Slowly he drifted down her body, stroking her as he
went, until he was knelt by her hips.  He frowned with disappointment as he
realised he could see nothing with her legs clamped tightly shut.  He
looked up at Victoria appealingly and Victoria sat forward a little "Angela
open your legs darling, Ben's supposed to be examining your fanny
remember."
   "But that was before" said Angela "Can't he just examine my breasts
instead?"
   "No.  Open your legs and follow whatever instructions Ben gives you or
the knickers come off" said Victoria uncompromisingly "Ben you tell her
what you want her to do."
   "Okay" said Ben, not risking a glance at Alison.
   Angela opened her legs very slightly, but closed her eyes again.  Ben
peered down at her knickers, able to make out the impression of her labia
now, and he felt his penis stiffen and shift some more.  Licking his lips
again he stroked a hand across the inside of Angela's thighs causing her to
jump and shriek slightly.  Ben looked up at her to make sure she was okay
and briefly he caught her fearful eyes in the middle of her fiery face.  He
looked down again, feeling sympathy for her.  He knew exactly how she felt,
but on the other hand he also knew that their roles would be reversed in a
few short minutes' time and he would be the one with the red face.  He
pulled her legs open a little wider.
   Gathering his courage Ben brought his hand slowly up Angela's thigh
until he met the elastic running round her leg.  He used the elastic as a
guide and ran his finger along it until he brought his hand teasingly
across the front of Angela's knickers.  His fingers rose and fell gently as
he explored the landscape of her hilly knickers, and he felt Angela tensing
and gasping as he touched her.
   Angela began squirming at this tickling teasing touch.  Ben was stroking
his fingers across her most intimate, most private part; a part of her body
where no-one had ever touched her before and she didn't know how to react.
She felt a confusing mixture excruciating embarrassment and an intoxicating
electrifying tingling.  The touch was light to start with but grew firmer
and more definite.  She clenched her eyes tight shut and held her body
rigid as her breathing speeded up and she squirmed and started to moan
slightly.  She felt Ben's fingers press inwards gently, pushing the
material of her knickers down in between her labia, and as if in
cooperation, her labia began to open of their own accord.  She became aware
of a warmth and moistness rising again, and when Ben's finger dragged
softly over her clitoris she let out another, sharper, shriek.
   Angela had never imagined that she could feel like this and she had
never imagined that she could derive so much pleasure form someone doing
these rude things to her.  She became so lost in her squirming, writhing,
wetness that she didn't even realise that she was pushing her fanny up into
Ben's fingers as she moaned.
   Angela also didn't notice when, rather naughtily, Ben drew her knickers
down at the front so he could have a proper look and getter better access.
He didn't try to pull them down properly for fear she'd be startled and
stop him, but he did fold the material down at the front as he slid his
hand inside.  At first he just ran his fingers silkily up and down between
her labia, teasing her clitoris gently; just as Alison had taught him to
do.
   After he was satisfied that she was sufficiently distracted he pulled
his hand and the material downwards and he stared.  Angela had a trace of
pubic hair, as brown as her long hair, in a small tuft at the top crowing
her labia, and a faint trail running down either side.  Her labia were
swollen and open, and inside, her slit glistened and gleamed below her
engorged clitoris.  Ben smiled at this beautiful site, and his rigid penis
twitched inside his boxers.  He wished he could have sex with this girl,
but he didn't think she would let him, even if Alison would.  His fingers
went back to work around Angela's clitoris, caressing and squeezing with
infinite gentleness.  In response, Angela writhed and squirmed more
erotically and began moaning more intensely.
   "Time's up Ben" said Victoria.
   Ben sat back on his heels disappointedly.  Not only did he want to carry
on playing with this girl, he also knew that it was now his turn to be
embarrassed.
   "You get undressed darling" said Victoria "While Angela recovers
herself."
   Ben frowned unhappily, but he knew there was no point arguing or trying
to delay, so he started taking his clothes off.
   Angela just lay on the floor panting.  It took her a little while to
realise that Ben was no longer touching her and when she did realise she
was overcome with a feeling of deep disappointment and frustration.  She
sat up in time to see Ben taking his trousers down and she gazed at the
lump in the front of his boxers in wonder.
   Ben blushed pitifully as he took his boxers down, exposing his twitching
erection to everyone, and he felt conscious of everyone staring at him.  He
disposed of his underwear quickly and lay on the floor, his arms forced
down at his sides.
   "Aw.  Isn't he lovely?" said Alison as she watched his stiffy wave about
above his groin.
   "Looks daft to me" said Amy.
   "He's not daft" said Victoria "Alison's right, he adorable, and very
sexy."
   Ben blushed even deeper "You don't have to talk about me" he said
plaintively.
   "Yes we do" said Emily grabbing one of Ben's big toes and wiggling it
"You're so cute."
   In her excitement, Angela had completely forgotten her nakedness, and
she sat up slowly, looking over at Bens' prone and naked form.  Her eyes
were drawn straight to his stiff penis which pointed ceilingwards at a
slight angle.  She shuffled quickly over.
   Victoria looked at Paul, and he smiled at her.  She nodded towards
Angela and raised her eyebrows.  Paul shrugged and shook his head. 
Victoria turned to look at Alison who was sat forward, tense and radiating
jealousy.  "Alison, behave yourself" said Victoria.
   "I am" said Alison looking cross.
   "Well sit back and relax then" said Victoria.
   "I am relaxed" said Alison untruthfully.
   "Alison, sit back!" said Victoria.  Alison sat back with a scowl and she
folded her arms across her chest.
   "You're going to have to get used to Ben being with other girls you
know" said Emily.
   "Why?" asked Alison sulkily "He's mine!"
   "You know why" said Emily "We'll talk about it later."
   "It's different with strangers" said Alison "I don't mind when it's
you."
   "We'll talk about it later" echoed Victoria.
   "You haven't told me what happened?" Paul whispered to Victoria.
   "About what?" asked Victoria.
   "You were phoning people?" said Paul
   "Oh that" said Victoria with a smile and turning to look at Ben and
Angela again "You'll just have to wait and see."
   Angela was taking no notice of this conversation.  Her excitement had
not subsided substantially, and she leaned over Ben's groin peering more
closely at his penis.  It looked very stiff and straight, and the head was
completely exposed with the foreskin pulled right back.  Slowly, shyly, she
lowered a hand towards it.  The only erection she had seen before, the only
real penis she had seen before, had been Paul's and remembered that his had
been slightly curved when erect, where Ben's was ramrod straight.  She
wondered briefly if one or other of them was deformed, and if so, which. 
She pressed her thumb and forefinger against Ben's glans and he gasped at
the contact.
   "Gently" said Victoria, but not unkindly.
   "Are they supposed to be straight like this, or curved like Paul's"
Angela said, more as a vocalisation of her thoughts than a question.
   "They vary darling" said Victoria "Some are straight, some are curved.
Some are big, some are small, some are fat some are skinny.  They come in a
wide variety of different types."
   "Oh" said Angela as she wrapped her fingers experimentally around the
shaft.  She was surprised at how soft it felt, and at how much she enjoyed
the feel of it in her hand.  She tried squeezing a little, ready to stop at
the first sign of complaint from Ben, but he just moaned slightly.
   Her fingers followed the shaft downwards and she released him, running
her fingers across the small tuft of hair just above it.  Her fingers
stroked down alongside his groin to his scrotum and she felt the slightly
puckered skin there.  After a few moments she gathered the courage to take
one of the strange lumps in her hand and gave that a squeeze as well.
   "Ow!" yelped Ben.
   "Careful with his testicles" said Victoria "They're very sensitive."
   "Is that why you're supposed to knee a boy in the nuts if he attacks
you?" she asked.
   "That's exactly why" said Paul "But I wouldn't recommend it, it can do
serious damage."
   Angela looked down at Ben again and ran her finger up the underside of
his shaft until it came back to the head.  She took hold of his shaft
carefully between finger and thumb and held it still while she peered
closely at his glans.  She could feel his pulse as it throbbed powerfully
through his penis and she peered at the small opening in the middle.  She
shifted his penis back wards and stared at the ridge that ran around the
head, and she dragged a finger around it experimentally.
   "Aaaahhh!" aid Ben.
   "Does that hurt?" she asked.
   "Probably doesn't hurt" said Paul "But it's very sensitive."
   Victoria cast a warning glance at Alison and then said "You can put it
in your mouth if you like, it's very nice to lick and suck on and Ben would
get a lot of pleasure out of that as well."
   Angela screwed her face up in an expression of disgust "No thanks" she
said.
   "It's nice, really" said Victoria "You'll never know if you don't try."
   Angela looked at Victoria with great scepticism as she considered what
she had said.  After a few moments she shook her head, and went back to
exploring Ben with her fingers.
   Ben lay back with his eyes closed, enjoying the experience of this new
girl playing with his willy.  He was still embarrassed to be lying naked
like this with his hard-on being poked about, but nevertheless it was a
stimulating experience.  He tried not to betray any signs of excitement or
pleasure though, since he didn't want to upset Alison, although he couldn't
help the occasional gasp or moan.
   Alison watched with jealousy and anger bubbling away inside her.  As
rational and indifferent as she tried to be she couldn't help herself but
imagine that Ben was falling in love with this girl.  She could't help
feeling that as each minute passed he grew less and less in love with her
and more enamoured of Paul's cousin.  She wanted to jump on her and scratch
her eyes out, and then with Angela disposed of, jump on Ben and make him
her own again.  If she hadn't feared Victoria's response to this behaviour,
she would have done just that.
   "Times up" said Victoria a little meanly.  It hadn't really been ten
minutes, but she was aware that Alison was growing more volatile by the
minute and she didn't think Angela was going to make much more progress
than she already had.
   Angela let Ben's penis go and sat back, aware of her own wetness and her
own desire for something like Ben was doing to her before.  She was sad
that she didn't know what that was, and she was sad that whatever it was
she couldn't have it.  She couldn't help wondering if it had anything to do
with what Ben and Alison had been doing before.  She wondered if kissing
might help, that maybe that might be what she was yearning for.
   It was only when Ben sat up and started dragging his boxers on that she
suddenly realised she was still virtually naked.  The realisation hit her
like a hammer and she jumped and shrieked.  Covering her breasts with an
arm she grabbed her dress and began pulling it on, forgetting about her
bra.
   "Well done then, both of you" said Victoria "I wouldn't relax just yet
though Angela, it's your turn next." 
  
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