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  Trevor followed her at first, but then he started to let guys get in behind her.

  She seemed in a daze. She'd let them get right up close and she'd pause when she knew they were looking at her slit. And by the time we got back to the car there was absolutely nothing to say, and after the short drive home I carried her into the bedroom and fucked her.

  She was limp and totally submissive, and after I'd unloaded and got up off her she lay there with her legs swaying together as she peered over at the doorway where Trevor was standing completely naked, his erection in his fist.

  I needed a shower, and glanced back from the bathroom door to see her mother’s ex-boyfriend was between her legs with her little top stretched up over her tits, and he was working his cockhead into her.

  Mandy was watching what he was doing, but then she peered up at his face.

  “You won’t tell anyone, will you, Trevor?”

  “No, love. I won’t tell…. Is this okay though? I’ve got condoms in my bag.”

  Mandy blushed a bit deeper, shaking her head. “No – you can have me without them.” She glanced at me, then looked back at where Trevor was penetrating her. “I’m on the pill, so you can cum inside me,” she uttered.

  He surged forward, slowly and firmly, lifting her with his dick it seemed.

  “Uhhh – that’s so thick,” Mandy said, her eyes wide and her mouth open.

  “It’s because you’re so tight, love.” He was moving in and out with slow, deep strokes. He grinned back at me. I nodded, my gaze returning to their coupling I could see by tilting my head to the side. “This is the first time I’ve gotten beyond fingering her,” he said to me. “She’s been letting me play around a bit since she turned eighteen, but this is the first time I’ve fucked her.”

  I met Mandy’s eyes again. She just stared back at me. Her gaze averted and rested upon the ceiling while her slender body was being humped with more force and urgency now. She clung to Trevor’s back with her legs spread wide open and his hips rolling and grinding. I could hear her wetness being speared into and squished around in. I think she had tensed up in orgasm when Trevor ground hard into her one last time and ejaculated.

  ****

  Trevor rolled off of her and lay on his back breathing hard. One of Mandy’s legs was caught beneath his, and with her thighs apart I saw a heavy gush of semen seep from her pussy. Her hand quickly covered her stretched little opening. She wriggled her leg free from beneath the older man and sat up, still with her hand wedged between her thighs.

  She was up on her knees. Trevor chuckled. “Told you, love…. I could have used a condom.”

  Mandy checked. There was semen seeping from between her fingers. She peered up, blushing deeply and biting down on a grin. “That’s amazing after how much there was earlier.” She looked from Trevor to me. “I guess I’m just going to have to put up with this all week – between the two of you.”

  Trevor grinned. “Yeah? All week, eh?”

  “Uh huh,” Mandy uttered sweetly. “Hand me those tissues, please?” she said. “It’s running down my leg.”

  I handed her the box of tissues from the dresser. She took a bunch of them and dabbed at her thighs. More semen oozed from her pussy in a long thick strand. It dripped onto the bed cover before she could stop it. She shook her head at Trevor. “So – are you satisfied now? Are you pleased with yourself that you finally got me?” She dabbed at the pool of the older man’s cum on the comforter. “You seriously can’t tell anyone though…. I’d die if mum ever found out.”

  “Hell no – I won’t say a word, love. I wouldn’t want my own girls finding out either. I don’t think they would approve, being your age more or less…. Hell, no – I’m more interested in keeping this private and maybe doing it quite often for a while…. I could swing by quite regularly on a weekend if it means I get to screw little Mandy.”

  Mandy’s blush fired up with her smile. She included me with a brief searching glance. “Well I wouldn’t complain…. I was actually going to go off the pill, but I guess I could stay on it for a while longer.” She was checking with me again. We had discussed trying to start a family, which was mostly her idea anyway. “Would you be okay with it if we wait…. If Trevor starts having me like this sort of regularly for a while?” She gave a guilty little shrug. “I admit I’ve always tried to tease him, so I guess it’s only fair. I mean while we’re still not fully serious with kids and that.”

  “Yeah, as long as I don’t miss out,” I grinned.

  Mandy’s smile lit up. “You won’t miss out. I promise!” She gathered all the tissues and put them in the waste paper basket next to the dresser. She brushed past me to get the first shower, stopping to toss a cheeky comment back over her shoulder. “If you guys want to take me to that beach again tomorrow, none of those guys will miss out either!”

  Girl at the Pub

  It is so fucking hot. Why didn't we just pick up a case of stubbies and go home? The ladies’ bar around back looks okay – air-conditioned and nice and cool – but we aren't allowed in without a lady. My mates are really doing it tough too. Eric's a big guy, and is really sweating it out in the heat. Brad’s a bit lighter in build, but I've seen him in the change room, and fuck he's got a set of balls. He’s shuffling around on the bar stool, trying to get comfortable. There are only a few ceiling fans moving the sticky, damp air around, and we’re camped here at the bar of our local pub, along with about fifteen other guys who look about as interested in moving as we are.

  I see a flash of colour. It’s kind of orange or red or something, and this girl, maybe eighteen or so, breezes up to the bar and asks if there’s a phone. Well the old barman just gawks at her and points, his hairy arm extending and his hand kind of shaking as it directs the girl to a booth over against the wall. And as she turns, every guy in the place sits up and has a look.

  Fuck, she’s hot! Her pretty hair isn’t quite touching her sweet young shoulders, which are bare except for a little string that’s holding her dress. And that is short! My eyes just cling to her thighs as she walks slowly toward the phone, trying to find some coins in her shoulder bag. As her thighs part with each step, I try to imagine what is under that little dress, whether she has a sweet little bush or maybe she's shaven today so I can lick all of her yummy juice off bare skin.

  I have to shuffle a bit, pulling at the front of my shorts to make some room, and Eric has turned his back completely and is leaning against the bar while the pretty little thing talks to whoever it is she’s calling. Fuck, I hope she’s lost and needing some help!

  Brad moves along the bar and chooses another stool to get a better view, and I notice that she is sort of toying with the leg of the bar stool that is in front of her, and with her leg lifted slightly, from where Brad has moved to he is probably able to see a little higher up her thigh. That's what the sly dog is up to! The poor little honey has no idea Brad’s trying to sneak a bit of a look up her dress. He’s fucking grinning too, and I wonder if he can see anything.

  I cruise down to the end of the bar and join him, but she’s still covered. I mean, I think I see a flash of white between her legs once, but I’m not sure. And she talks for ages, smiling and giggling, but where she’s standing there isn't even a breeze from the fans, and she starts fiddling with her dress in front. There are a few buttons. My cock starts throbbing when she slips the second one and kind of flaps the front of her dress to try and get some air. We can see the roundness of her young breasts all covered in sweat, and it isn't long before her nipples are erect. What, with the dress brushing them and the way she’s blowing down at her damp skin, we see them firm up.

  I can't help myself, and have to get a closer look, so I order a lemon squash and take it over. She just smiles at me and nods sweetly, accepting the cold drink with a thank you, and I see her eyes flash down to the bulge in my shorts. She looks away quickly but I've seen her, and her face begins to redden as she fiddles with the cover of the phone book.

  I now have
a chance to look her over properly. She definitely isn't wearing a bra. Her little dress is damp and clinging to her skin, and there are no lines at all. That is the only thing covering those young titties, and I pause for a few seconds to make sure she knows I’m checking them out before I take a seat at one of the high round tables. I just sit back there on a stool and wait, kind of within hearing range to make sure she will know I’m right there.

  That works too, because she soon hangs up the phone and has no choice but to stop and have her drink with me. We chat and she tells me how she has been catching up with someone she met last night, and some story about staying in a hotel a few blocks away at the beach while holidaying here in Australia. I like the way she’s sitting there on the stool with her little dress so short, and she doesn't have her legs crossed either.

  After catching me looking down at her legs a few times, she starts fiddling with a coaster and is staring blankly at it like she’s thinking about something else, but she looks so serious, and then she starts to blush and just leans back a little, her dress lifting further – and I firm up instantly. Fuck, she’s hot!

  I wait a few seconds just admiring her sweet young thighs before I reach under the table and lightly press against the inner part of her knee. "Show me," I whisper, and she goes bright red. But her knee is easy to move, and that causes her dress to stretch between her thighs, and I lean to the side and lower to have a look. "Hmm – little white ones,” I groan, though she seems to be kind of spaced out, and she just stars at the coaster while I examined her panties.

  She just lets me! She doesn't even try to close her legs. It’s like checking if a bitch is on heat, seeing if she’s all swollen and ripe, and whether she’s ready for all the male dogs to start having turns. She just sits there holding her breath and staring straight down at the coaster while I do whatever. Her little panties have this dampened furrow where they folded into her slit, and I started thinking about how I’m going to get a load up into there later....

  I hear the guys approaching, and I release her knee, gently moving it back as they set up at the table behind me. I can feel them there, lurking, their voices deeper than usual as they grunt to each other and laugh.

  ****

  "What's your name, honey?” I ask, meeting your eyes as they finally lift from the coaster. “Don't worry about these two behind me," I add. "The big guy, Eric, he's harmless and totally thick. He just wants to look at you close up. And the other guy, Brad, I won't let him do anything, okay?"

  “Are they coming to dinner with us?" you ask hesitantly.

  "No – just you and me.... But they’re my mates and we should look after them a little bit."

  "Look after them?" you echo, your voice catching in your throat as your face reddens again.

  I take your hand and walk you past the guys. "Bring us another round," I say to them, and lead you along the line of men at the bar. They all turn to look you over, and I feel your little hand squeezing.

  There is no one in the ladies’ bar and I choose a couch over the far corner. There is a low table in front of it, and facing that are two chairs. We sit down, sinking into the soft couch, and with your knees then raised a little I can see the tiny triangle of white. The guys are at the servery window looking over at us. Your knees are pressed together, but I am more interested in your breasts. Your dress is still damp and clinging to them, and one of the little strings has slipped off your shoulder.

  You watch my hand lift to it and gently replace it, and I feel your moist skin softly as I run my fingertips along your shoulder and lift your chin. Your lips are slightly parted, and I bend to them, tasting your sweet breath and your soft little moan. I run my fingertips back down your neck and lightly brush over your breast, just touching a nipple with my index finger and pausing to caress a slow circle around it as your mouth opens and receives me once again, more passionately, yet still with some hesitation. The approach of the guys ends the moment.

  They place our drinks and sit back in the two chairs, grinning stupidly. I introduced you. We chat about nothing and anything for a while with the guys trying to get a look up your dress whenever they can. Finally the conversation settles and the usual intro stuff had been dispensed with.

  "So you guys are going out tonight?" Brad asks, his eyes running from your legs to your breasts quite blatantly, and he sits forward as I place a hand upon your knee.

  I don't answer him. Eric sits up too.

  Your cheeks redden as I gently run my fingertips in a soft circle on your inner thigh, and my buddies both stare at my fingers. They know it is a territory issue, that I am saying you're mine. "Nice legs eh, guys?" I tease, just to let them know it is okay to look.

  They both sit right up, their necks craning and their eyes wide and focused on the gap between your legs. Your fingers are clutching at the soft couch, your hands by your sides and your breathing deep and measured. I can almost hear your heart beating…. I turn to you for a second, finding your eyes fixed upon the two guys in front of you. "I'll just show them, okay?" I say softly, leaning to your ear and breathing into it as I fold your dress up. I can feel your body quivering as I nibble at your ear lobe and slip my hand back to your knee and press against it. "Just a little look, okay?" I breathe into your ear, my tongue slipping around the inner surface and softly probing as I gently nip, and as I move your knee aside, opening your legs and showing you to my mates.

  You are lying back in the couch by then, your eyes out of focus, resting half way closed as I sit up to have a look myself. "Fuck me..." is all Brad has to say, and Eric is dumbfounded.

  I have your legs only slightly open but we can clearly see the contours of your little pussy outlined in the soft, white fabric. And it is damp and clingy, making it was obvious that you are shaved. I don't touch you though. I just softly stroke the length of your inner thigh while the three of us examine you, and while you watch us.

  Eric reaches forward after a minute or so and he softly touches the inner side of your other knee, and you let him. You seemed to lift, your pelvis rolling slightly as you slip lower in the couch, and your breath sharpens as Eric guides your knee, spreading you.

  "Careful," I warn as his hand begins to move along you inner thigh, and you brace again as your fingers dig into the cushion and as your eyes close, your body tensing. Your little pussy must be aching to be touched. But Eric's hand stops, just brushing the soft elastic as he squeezes firmly, pressing deep into your thigh, and your eyes open again but are staring straight up at the ceiling as you gather another breath.

  I look around to be sure no one is watching us play with you. The door to the main bar is closed. We’ll have time to fix you up if anyone comes in.

  My cock is solid, and the guys sit back with their bulges obvious. They are both feeling themselves. You still rest back in the couch but we have let you close your legs, and you sit peering innocently up at me, your lips parted and inviting. I taste them again and work back around to your ear, breathing into it and nibbling a little again as I slip my hand up to the next button on your dress. Your soft little hand touches mine, almost in protest I think, but you don't try to stop me as I slip my hand beneath the light fabric and cup your tit.

  Your head rocks back again and I kiss and suck at your neck, massaging with my tongue and fondling your tight little nipple. And I see that your legs are slightly open again and that the guys are sitting back working their cocks firmly. Brad's legs are wide. I can see his massive balls bulging, his cock hard and lifting his shorts up, cutting into them. Eric has unzipped and has his hand inside, working his shaft while his eyes are glued to your panties. I lift my hand higher and slip the string from your shoulder, peeling the light fabric down and exposing one of your tits, then I find your ear again as I suddenly grope up in between your legs. They splay and your hips lift. I feel up into your hot little hole.

  You cling to the couch, your mouth open, and I taste it again as I work my middle finger into you, pushing the thin soaking material up into
your hot, wet pussy. Fuck, you are wet! I can feel your juice oozing as I work beneath the soft inner folds of your little flower, pressing my thumb up beneath the protective layer of flesh and slowly circling your ripe little bulb. You are open and available, sitting there with your legs spread and your tit hanging out, your boyfriend working you over while two of our friends jerk off thinking about how they want to fuck you. And someone else could walk by anytime but you don't care. You just grind your sloppy little gash down against my fingers, and I work back around your neck, eating at it, and back up to your ear... "I want you to suck them both off," I breathe, clamping my hand up between your legs, my fingers driving your little panties up inside of you as you bear down.

  "Here?" you utter, your voice gone, your sweet little submission nothing more than a moan.

  "I want you to let them both cum in your mouth," I commanded, raking at your dripping little hole as you moan a little "Uh huh", and I suddenly stop and sit back up, fixing your dress as I help you to stand.

  "Who's first, guys? I'll make sure no one sees while she sucks you off, alright?"

  "Here?" Eric asks, peering around. But he is already close to blowing, and I lead you around and stand you in front of him, giving him your hand. And I sit back to watch.

  He lowers you, bringing you to your knees and taking the back of your head as he releases his big, meaty cock. He pulls you down, your hands holding the arms of his chair as he drives it up into your mouth. And he loses it immediately, his face contorting, his hand pressed onto the back of your head while his thick, creamy load starts pumping up into the back of your throat. And your soft throat gulps at the potent fluid once, then again as you start sucking on him. Brad is getting anxious. He has his cock out and his balls are tightened up. He is ready to cum, and he pulls at your arm, lifting you, and dragging you across, and driving his cock up into your mouth. He only fucks up into you two or three time and holds firm. And I watch your pretty little neck again, gulping down all of his hot, thick spunk, swallowing three or four times before his spent dick oozes from your pretty mouth.