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  I could see Steve's shadow over by the kitchen door but I was still hard and I felt a tingle flitter along my shaft. I wanted more!

  I just slowly fucked her and was soon was fully erect again. She was kissing my shoulder, with her warm lips so soft and inviting as I drove up into her again.

  "Ohhh," she moaned - her back arching up off the lounge and her legs spreading wide. But her tongue was pressing into my flesh, licking my sweat, and I pulled out and lunged up over her, forcing my cock into her face and holding while she sucked it - her lips slipping over the head and her tongue lashing forth. Then she opened and I gripped her head and fucked her mouth, rolling my hips and driving her head back into the lounge cushion. Her sweet lips were tight around my cock and I watched her pretty face with my second load welling in my balls. And suddenly it erupted - my hot cum shooting down her throat - her eyes wide and glaring up at me as I braced above her groaning and convulsing.

  "What's your name, sweetheart?" I asked after emptying my balls.

  "Gabrielle," she uttered sweetly.

  I kissed her forehead then went to the kitchen to get a drink. There was beer in the fridge and I opened one and sat at the table, looking over after a moment to see Steve lying on top of young Gabrielle - her legs spread either side of him and his butt rolling forcefully between them - her chin bumping upon his shoulder and her eyes resting upon mine……..

  THE FARMERS INN

  Derek’s flight arrived mid-afternoon on a Friday and as soon as he got in his hire car he found himself in gridlock traffic. He waded through it as the afternoon settled in and the rain clouds built up. By evening the city gave way to rolling green hills and he was on a motorway heading god knows where.

  It was a summer evening so the daylight lingered but the rain became quite heavy until he couldn't see and he found himself on a smaller road, having accidentally taken an exit. He figured he would just keep driving until he found a hotel or something and worry about where he was the next day.

  The road narrowed on its path through dense timber and although he'd seen a few buildings with lights on he hadn't found anywhere to stay. It had been over an hour since the motorway and night had set in. He was about to turn back when he saw a car on the side of the road with its lights flashing and its bonnet raised. Beside it waving frantically was a young woman.

  She came to his window. "It's broken down," she said. “Can you help me?”

  Derek waved for her to get in her car and he pulled off the road and went to see if he could help. The girl had a flashlight which allowed him to have a good look but it was obvious her car wasn't going anywhere soon. There was oil everywhere and the block was too hot to touch.

  He went back to her window. "You need a tow truck."

  She nodded. "Do you have a phone so I can call my farther?" she asked.

  He shook his head. "Sorry. But I can give you a lift."

  She took a moment to think about it then she nodded again. "Okay," she said, and Derek helped her lock up her car then they hurried to his. They were both absolutely soaked.

  "Which way?" Derek asked her but she didn't know. It seemed she was lost too, so he decided to continue in the same direction he had been travelling in the hope he'd at least find a phone soon. "I'm Derek," he said and offered a smile.

  "Nicole," she replied. "And thank you for stopping."

  "You're welcome. There's a hand towel in my bag. It's right on top."

  She had to reach through the seats to get to Derek’s bag and he took the opportunity to check her out. She had on a little dress that stretched up as she searched for the towel and he could see the soft lines of her inner thighs but there wasn't enough light to make out her panties.

  "I can't find it," she said and Derek smiled to himself and reached back to help her.

  She was wedged between the seats and holding his bag open. He didn't touch her with his hand but as he felt for the opening in the bag he pressed his arm into her breasts. They were soft and warm and he could feel her tight little nipple.

  "I think that's it there," he said, and he pulled the edge of the towel out of the bag.

  She sat back around and he asked her what had happened with her car. She told him about getting lost on the way home from a party that was in the area somewhere, and how her car had just overheated and stopped.

  “I’m mostly worried about leaving it there by the road though, because it’s not mine – it belongs to my girlfriend,” she explained.

  She finished drying her hair and her shoulders then she offered Derek the towel. He accepted it but it was her perfume he wanted. Her scent was beautiful and he wiped his face and drew it in.

  "I hope there's a phone soon," she said.

  "I think I saw a light through the trees. Could be something."

  They emerged from the trees and there was a German inn nestled back off the road a bit. There were four old farm trucks parked in front but Derek drove up as close as he could to the door and they hurried in out of the rain.

  There was a little foyer with a coat rack and a mirror. It opened into a small room with a bar where a group of men were drinking and laughing. There was about eight of them gathered around a table at the base of a set of stairs. They looked much like the trucks outside - old and weathered, and Derek guessed they were local farmers. Three or four of them were looking over.

  At the top of the stairs was a landing and fixed to the wall there was a pay phone, and along the landing were doors, obviously to rooms.

  “Nicole, wasn't it?" Derek asked, and that time she gave him a nice little smile in response. Although in the light he noticed her eyes were a bit red and she may have been slightly high he suspected.

  "You don't have to wait. I'll be fine now," she suggested.

  "That's all right. I think there's some rooms upstairs and I've had enough driving for tonight."

  She'd turned her back to tidy herself in the mirror, and as she fixed her hair her little dress lifted nicely and revealed a tiny pink triangle between her legs.

  Derek felt her eyes in the mirror but he didn't meet them right away. He didn't expect she'd complain about being looked over after he'd just brought her in from a dark, rainy night. And he must have been right because she continued to fiddle with her hair and she just watched him without saying anything.

  When he did meet her eyes they averted quickly and a little blush overcame her face.

  "Will you have a drink with me while you're waiting for your farther?" he asked her.

  "Maybe one drink but I must call him first," she answered.

  Derek waited while she smoothed her dress down and he felt her eyes again as he examined her breasts. The wet fabric was clinging to them like it was painted on. Her nipples were hard and they were clearly visible.

  She looked maybe nineteen or twenty, but it was hard to say for sure.

  "I'll go and get my room then," he said to her, and he left her there and went to the bar.

  ****

  The barman gave him a key and he went back for his bag. When he returned the girl was talking on the phone and the group of men were milling around beneath and basically staring up at her.

  Derek edged through them and looked up himself to find she actually had on little thong panties, but the landing was too narrow for her to do anything but stand there and let them look.

  He climbed the stairs and had to squeeze past her. Her face was red and she was talking in low, anxious tones - he imagined with her farther. He went into his room and quickly changed into dry clothes then he went back down to the bar where he found her talking with the barman.

  He caught a little of what they were taking about. Apparently her farther was flooded in somewhere and she would be staying the night. And then she was asking about a tow-truck for her car and the barman was pointing out one of the men in the group over by the stairs.

  She thanked him and tentatively approached the group of men. They were immediately silent and a few of them stepped aside to invite he
r to come in. She began explaining her situation and they sort of closed in around her and soon had her sitting up on a stool sipping on half a glass of Bailey's.

  Derek collected the beer he'd bought and made his way over. Two of the older men, who would have been about sixty or so, invited him into the circle. The issue of her car had been dealt with. The son of the man with the tow-truck was on his way. And young Nicole was sitting there with her knees clamped together, but she was soon giggling along with the conversation and Derek noticed after she'd started on a second half glass of Bailey's her knees had relaxed.

  The stool she was sitting on was quite high with a rung for her feet about half way up the legs. She had her spiked heels hooked upon that and her knees were slightly raised from her seat. From the side Derek could also see that her little dress had hiked up and she was sitting on the bare vinyl. She'd turned to say something to one of the men at that point but when she turned back laughing and holding her hand over her mouth to stop from losing the sip of drink she'd just taken, her knees strayed and a few of the old men got a look at how her little thong was furrowing up inside of her pussy.

  They only got a quick flash before she realized they were looking and she closed her legs. She then tugged at the hem of her dress a bit as she peered around at everyone, but Derek could see the effect of the alcohol in her eyes. They were still bright, but they were wandering and she was soon distracted by something the tow-truck guy said.

  He was behind her and she looked back over her shoulder to answer him, and as she did her knees opened nicely again. They just strayed a few inches but it was enough for Derek and the old guys to have another look at how the soft pink fabric was clinging to the lips of her pussy and how it was splitting her open.

  Another of the men was trying to edge in front of her so Derek moved aside to let him have a look. He then just watched her face.

  Her warm, friendly eyes were green and her smile was modest and sweet. Her soft, blond hair had dried and it bounced around her shoulders. Her shoulders were milky white and slender. Her neck was beautiful as she tossed her hair aside to smile back at the tow-truck guy again.

  He leant in to whisper something to her about how much he wanted to help her with her car, and his hand remained upon her shoulder with his fingers slipping beneath the tiny strap holding her dress up.

  Her dress had dried and it no longer clung to her skin. It was cut low between her breasts and also beneath her arms. From the side the cut of the fabric was deep enough to show a little, and as the tow-truck guy leant in again her shoulder strap slipped and the fabric gaped and revealed a breast.

  She hadn't noticed that though. She was finishing her third drink and then waving her empty glass at the bartender. And one of the other men, a guy of about fifty or so, nudged Derek and winked, then he went back to examining the nipple they could see.

  The guy standing behind her grinned and he leant into her ear again. “How about showing us those little panties again, sweetie?”

  She blushed and she peered around at all the men watching. Everyone had suddenly stopped chatting and the guy rubbed firmly into her shoulders again.

  Her head then tilted to the side and he leant in and whispered to her again. “I think you should let us have a look because of your car, sweetie – I think it would be only fair, don’t you?”

  She smiled that time. It was a kind of nervous, embarrassed little smile though. And she looked up, peering around the half circle of men who had all gathered in front of her. “But just a look,” she uttered, and then her little fingers clutched the hem of her dress and she edged it up a little.

  She checked back over her shoulder with the tow-truck guy but he was staring at her crotch. He reached down and placed his hand over her belly, sort of flattening her dress down and holding it while he leant over and had a good look.

  She waited while he examined her panties. He didn't try to touch her. He just kept his hand pressed over her belly while one of the other men touched the inside of her knees and opened her legs a bit further.

  Her fingers then dug into the tow-truck guy's arm. She was clinging to it and hiding her face in his coat. The tiny pink triangle of fabric was glued to the lips of her pussy. She was obviously damp and her knees were trembling a little.

  The tow-truck guy released her and his hand slipped back to her shoulder. Her face emerged from the folds of his coat and it was bright red as she peered around at everyone. Her eyes were slightly glazed though and her shy little grin returned as she looked down at herself.

  She then checked back with the tow-truck guy and whispered something that Derek didn't quite catch, but a few of the men cheered and her smile broadened. She then reached around behind and undid her zipper, and she slipped her dress from her shoulders and showed everyone her breasts.

  They were pure white, with her tight little nipples kind of shuddering as she breathed.

  She looked down at them and then back up at all the old men. They were silenced, and the redness had faded from her cheeks and she looked calm, yet in a sort of a daze as she watched everyone staring at her.

  Fuck she was beautiful, Derek thought - with her light little smile and her soft warm eyes, and with her tits lifting and falling gently upon her breath. Her dress was still bunched at her waist and her hand slipped down over the front of her little panties and she felt up in between the lips of her pussy. Her fingers pressed into the soft pink fabric and Derek could hear her juices as she rubbed herself.

  He stood with the old farmers watching her while a few of them moved some stools and dragged a small table from under the stairs. Nicole was then led over to the table. She'd held her dress at her waist but they told her to strip completely and she let it fall and stepped out of it then she pulled her little panties down and stretched them over her heels.

  The barman took them off her. He'd taken her car keys earlier and given them to someone who came to the door, and he'd locked up and joined in. He took her dress and panties and placed them over on the bar.

  Nicole had been guided back onto the table. She was lying there in her white spiked heels and apart from that she was completely naked. Her tits were bare and her little pussy was pink and on display beneath her tiny patch of hair. She was peering around at the circle of old German farmers looking her over.

  "Wir möchten, dass du deine Beine spreizt, Süsse," the tow-truck guy said to her and she blushed.

  “I don’t understand,” she said to them.

  “Open your legs, love,” old Dieter grinned.

  “Oh god,” she uttered. She was beyond any form of resistance though, and her hand moved tentatively across her thigh and it closed over her pussy. She then parted her labia with her middle finger and started rubbing slowly into her juices. She was obviously nervous though. So Derek casually placed his hand under her left tit and gently squeezed it.

  Dieter was standing opposite and he grinned. She looked to him and blushed a little again, then her eyes returned to Derek and he squeezed again and rubbed his thumb across her nipple, and she arched up against his hand.

  Old Dieter's hand closed over the bulge in his trousers and a few of the others had begun feeling their cocks too.

  Nicole's eyes had closed and her fingers were peeling the lips of her pussy open and mashing into them. Derek watched her face while softly fondling her tit. Then he bent to it and tenderly sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  She moaned softly. She obviously liked that. So he released the nipple and nuzzled his unshaven chin into the softness of her tit then very delicately licked around her nipple before softly sucking it in again.

  She moaned again and her back arched as her fingers vibrated against her clit. By then she was oblivious to what the men around her were doing and her legs had splayed wide open.

  The other old guy who'd welcomed Derek in - Gunter - he had his eyes fixed upon young Nicole's fingers and he was massaging an enormous purple knob sticking out of his trousers. Either side of him were two m
en of about forty or so, who looked almost identical, and a lot like old Gunter. Derek assumed they were his sons, possibly even twins. They were both feeling their cocks too but hadn't yet released them. And like their dad, their jaws were hanging and they were staring at Nicole's wet little fingers.

  Dieter took a step closer. He'd been watching Derek suck her nipple with interest but we was a bit shy about it. He edged right up close and Derek lifted as his weathered old hand cupped beneath the tit he'd been working.

  Nicole was watching him but he didn't look at her and he started massaging her tit and he gradually worked his way to the wet little nipple Derek had left. Her eyes closed when his gnarled old fingers pinched it and Derek met his smile then moved to her other tit.

  He lifted it gently, and with the tip of his tongue he traced around the areola while watching the barman take off his apron and then start on his trousers. He would have been in his late forties. He looked a bit younger than the three other men lined up beside him. One of those was a short fat little guy with a wiry grey beard - Klaus. Another of them was also bearded but his was trimmed and tidy, and the third looked a lot like the tow-truck guy, who had made his way around between Nicole's legs.

  Derek had teased her nipple long enough and he bent to it and started working it with his tongue and lips but he kept watching the tow-truck guy. He had his trousers off completely and his fist was stroking his erection. Nicole's fingers were vibrating against her clit and she was rolling her hips and splitting herself against them. Derek thought the guy was about to start fucking her but when he was in position to penetrate her he just aimed the head of his cock and a thick slurp of cum pulsed from it and coated the back of her fingers.

  Nicole suddenly stopped and held still. She could obviously feel what was happening even though she couldn't see past Derek’s shoulder. She held her fingers still and the last few spurts of the tow-truck guy's cum seeped between them and dripped into the folds of her pussy.