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   Summer Ch.  19 The Church Hall Pt2

   Sue jerked as she registered the slap on her bum, before she felt Steve
scuttle away.  Slowly she sagged forward, her legs shaking, her endurance
suddenly nearing its end.  With Steve gone Sue waited for Chris to resume
his sexual predations, his assault up on her body.  She was expecting it,
standing meekly as they had left her, the good soldier, tired but obedient
and now well trained with her legs wide open, her shirt pushed up onto her
chest and her breasts exposed, her nipples hard and erect.  But the
expected renewal of his furtive seduction didn't happen immediately; he
just sat quietly, looking at her almost naked body displayed before him,
biding his time.  His silence intimidated her, she could feel his eyes on
her, his gaze hardening her nipples like fingers, caressing her sex and
making her even moister.  She shuffled her weight from leg to leg in
anticipation; waiting for him to make the move that she knew must come.

   Slowly, almost in slow motion, he reached up and pushed her shirt higher
up and off her breasts completely, balling it above her breasts, taking his
time, tucking the material in tightly so that it could not fall down and
spoil his view.  Sue swallowed nervously; Chris's constraint was unnerving,

   Reaching forward he cupped the underside of a hanging breast and she
started, the renewed sexual contact making her jump.  His hand moulded
itself around the soft shape, cupping it, feeling its weight and texture.
He gently rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger; a subtle,
dangerous, sensuous attack in the dark shadows below the stage.  His
thumbing of her nipple immediately had its effect on her, creating a warm
and constricting pressure in her chest and in response she groaned softly
into her folded arms.  He squeezed her breast gently, caressing her
sensuously, holding her like a lover, not like a piece of butcher's meat as
Steve had.  His hand milked her breast, softly squeezing, his hand moving
from the wide base of her breast to her nipple, elongating it, drawing it
down to where he was hiding in the warm darkness below, where he was
waiting for her, drawing her down to where she felt vulnerable, naked and
accessible.

   He continued gently to milk her, his hand moving between both her
hanging breasts, drawing them both alternately down, gently pulling and
extending her nipples, extending her pleasure.  He was unseen beneath her,
only the pleasure of his hands felt, out of sight, sensual gropings in the
dark.  And suddenly her tired body rushed slick with sensation, as dark and
forbidden as sin itself; and she sighed as his hand left her nipples and
carried on down her body, moulding itself deliciously to her soft and
yielding form; gliding smoothly down her flank, sliding comfortingly across
her stomach before slipping gently and finally between her waiting and open
legs.

   Chris's gentle seduction was devastating, he was sweeping all
resistance, all thought, away with every touch.  His hands were
irresistible and Sue could feel her thoughts slowly fragmenting as his
fingers travelled the length of her sex.  Her unseen assailant, her unseen
lover, was moving with consummate grace between her legs; touching,
feeling, seeking her out, intimately pleasuring her as he passed.  And she
shook as the strength of her feelings overwhelmed her.  His fingers
captured her wetness, spreading it slickly down the inside of her thighs.
He was savouring her and he could feel that she was melting, succumbing to
this slow and gentle seduction.

   As his hand captivated her senses, drawing fire from her nipples and her
sex, so her fear of discovery slowly receded in proportion to her growing
desire.  The warmth of his hand on her body, his fingers in her sex were
gently overcoming her fading common sense.  The Vicar had so far,
uncharacteristically, remained in his seat and had not tried to join the
girls and so her ordeal by pleasure was allowed to continue without being
discovered.  'Dam the bloody man!' she suddenly flared as he sat, solid as
a lump of clay, in the middle of the hall.  Why couldn't he just leave so
she could either lay down and fuck or stand and fight the man who had
undressed her in the darkness below, the man who now had his fingers inside
her.

   She stifled a gasp and her eyes widened as she felt Chris's lips close
on her nipple, his head hard up against the underside of the wooden floor
of the stage.  He suckled her deep into his mouth, creating an electrical
current between the fingers in her sex and the mouth on her nipple.  She
began to whimper as he suckled deeper, his fingers still playing lightly
between her legs.

   Chris could dimly hear her, a small moan against the backdrop of the
vicar, painting the silence in the hall a dreary grey with his unending
monologue.  He was talking now of the good work the youth club does in
giving youngsters a place to go, to keep out of trouble, speaking as if
reading from the Church magazine.  And Chris laughed grimly to himself as
his fingers moved with a slow determination in Sue's sex.  The youth club
was a great place for youngsters to go he thought; he himself attended
regularly, in fact he had made love to his first woman on the table in the
kitchen at the back of this very hall while his mates had kept watch.  He
could not remember if he had let them have a go with her after he had
finished with her or not, but the memory of the act itself was sweet.

   As his lips drew deeply on Sue's nipple he could feel her tremble and
begin to rise to her next climax.  Neither the Guides nor the youth club
has done much to keep this young woman out of trouble he thought as he
savoured her body.  He was slowly drawing her up towards another enjoyable
but yet potentially disastrous climax.  And this is nothing he thought,
smiling to himself, to the trouble that she could find herself in as soon
as the Vicar decided to leave.  That is of course unless he does not leave,
in which case they will all be in the very worst kind of trouble when Sue
collapses, as he knew she must certainly do eventually.  But there again,
he thought smiling, as his fingers slid through her, no one ever said life
was meant to be easy.

   With his arm around her waist keeping her sex firmly centred on his
fingers and his mouth on her breast Chris took Sue up to her climax; and
her whole body shook as she tried to quietly crest the wave he had brought
her to, her thighs and sex tightly gripping his hand, squeezing the
circulation from his fingers.  He was impressed at how quietly she could
climax when the Vicar was watching.  'The things you can do when the Devil
drives' he thought, reluctantly releasing her nipple from his mouth.  He
held her close as she continued to shiver through her climax, resting his
head against her breasts, his hand still trapped between her legs.

   As he felt the last tremors of her climax wash through her the hand
around her waist slid down to explore the tightly clenched cheeks of her
arse, squeezing her cheeks like ripe plums, holding her close as he felt
the tension ebb from her.  Her thighs slowly relaxed their grip and he
stretched his crushed fingers experimentally, feeling the sensation return.
He touched her sex and she shivered again muttering quietly under her
breath, he could not understand the words but he fully understood their
meaning.  Her sex was soaking, her moisture coating his hand and the inside
of her thighs.  She was spent and her knees were sagging, she was asking
for time to recover.  Chris laughed quietly and held her close and in
response to her almost silent pleading he slipped a finger deep inside her.

   His finger slid in easily and without resistance and she groaned
quietly, opening her legs with a sense of weary resignation.  He pushed
hard and she gasped quietly and he could feel the resulting tremor through
her body.  He smiled as he explored her again, never tiring of the warm wet
secret darkness between her legs.  She moved slightly to accommodate his
finger, involuntarily pushing down on him as he pushed up, impaling
herself, feeling herself already beginning to rise again to the pressure of
his finger inside her.  Leaning forward he gently bit on her still erect
nipple and he felt her vaginal muscles grip his fingers in response. 
Without removing his fingers from inside her he sat back and looked at her,
he could afford to take his time this time, she was going nowhere.

   She began to ride him, her breasts swaying gently to the rhythm of her
body on his fingers.  Her nipples were engorged, shining red and wet in the
light from where he had recently suckled and bit them.  He watched his
fingers moving between her legs; beginning the long, slow, in and out
motion that he knew from experience she would be unable to resist and that
would surely soon have her reaching for yet another climax.  He wondered
idly just how long she could continue without finally giving herself away
to the Vicar, how long she could remain upright with his fingers moving so
silkily and deeply between her legs.  He was amazed that she had managed
for this long, she was very wet and his fingers were sliding easily into
her.  She was extremely excited, the situation and the fear of being caught
actually heightening her arousal.  Her sex sucked at the edges of his
fingers, her lips moulding softly around them at the end of each slow and
easy stroke.

   He could clearly see her clitoris standing hard and proud at the apex of
her sex.  It seemed to be begging to be touched, so he brushed his thumb
lightly over it, fully knowing the effect it would have on her and once
again Sue jumped as though she had received an electric shock, her legs
buckling immediately.  This time Chris was prepared and held her to stop
her falling.  Sue's head slumped forward onto her arms and she groaned,
turning it into a cough to try to cover herself but yet again the vicar did
not seemed to notice, his voice droning on like a distance soundtrack to
the story that was being enacted beneath the stage.

   Laughing, loving every moment, Chris moved lower, the better to watch
his fingers between her legs.  Now with every stroke of his fingers he
gently brushed the tip of her clitoris with his thumb and Sue jumped with
each passing touch, unconsciously pushing her hips forward to meet his
fingers.  Her juices were flowing freely as they had been for some time
now, leaving glistening trails running down from his hand to his wrist. 
His fingers sounded perilously loud as they moved wetly inside her.  The
smell of her sex was intoxicating in the warm, confined space.  She was
working her hips down on to his fingers, her climax a hairs breadth away,
driving her forward and he could feel that she desperately needed to cum.

   He also knew that at the same time she was valiantly trying to stop the
climax she so desperately craved, to control the rising tide that was
already beginning to engulf her.  'Please,' she whispered, the plea
strained through clenched jaws.  'Please' she begged again.  Whether she
was imploring for him to stop or to continue he couldn't tell but they both
knew that he wouldn't stop, couldn't stop; maybe after this next climax he
thought working her harder; but then again, most probably not.  He knew
they were now dicing with almost certain death, certain exposure, but right
now he just didn't care, he just wanted to see her keep cuming, to watch
his fingers slide between her pink and puffy lips just one more time.

   Sue climaxed again with hardly a sound, a testament to her fortitude, to
her strength of character but as she climaxed her knees sagged again and
she slumped forward onto Chris so that he was forced once more to hold her
up again.  Turning her stifled groan into another cough and she hung her
head forward, her hair falling down around her face so the Vicar would not
be able to see her face burning bright red as her silent climax shook her
from head to toe.

   There was a moments pause before she heard the Vicar enquire
solicitously, "Are you alright my dear?  Would you like a glass of water?"

   "No!  No thanks." Sue replied quickly, her voice high and unsteady, "I'm
fine, just a bit dusty down here that's all," she said indicating the
supposedly empty stage space below her with a nod of her head.

   Chris smile and curled his fingers inside her, he could feel the echoes
of her climax still pulsing through her.  The Vicar never moved, "If you
are sure.  No effort you know," he murmured easing his bulk around on the
straining chair with obviously no intent of moving himself.  Chris smiled
again, it was neither dry nor dusty where he was, In fact just the
opposite; Sue's juices flooded from her as she trembled above him, her legs
stretched and wide open, almost straddling him, his fingers still inside
her.

   A sudden movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention and
Chris looked up sharply, his attention wrenched away from Sue and her sex.
John and Steve were sitting at the edge of the encroaching darkness sharing
a bottle of Steve's stolen beer.  They were watching him intently, making
silent comments to each other, watching him make Sue cum.  John had
obviously returned from what looked like a successful raid on the off
licence and was sharing some of the booty with Steve, presumably before
joining in the fun.  Catching Chris's eye John raised the bottle in salute
and Chris nodded in acknowledgement.  The boys were applauding his
achievement in almost completely undressing Sue and then making her cum
under the very nose of the same Vicar who was actively searching for them
at this very moment, with a distinctly possible intent of turning them over
to the Police when he found them.

   Chris bowed his head casually in response, accepting the praise as his
just due.  John pointed the bottle at Sue and inclined his head in a
question.  Chris shook his head and nodded towards the also seemingly
headless body of Jackie standing a few feet away desperately trying to keep
the Vicar engaged in view of her sisters now almost total silence.  John
nodded and leaning closer, heads together, he had a few quick whispered
words with Steve.

   Steve nodded sagely and turned his face towards Jackie.  John nodded at
Chris and grabbing his crotch he thrust it forward in a sign that needed no
interpretation.  Placing the bottle on the floor the boys peeled away from
the darkness like two wraiths materialising from the shadows.  They
scuttled over to where Jackie stood, her head above the stage,
unsuspecting, still anxiously trying to keep the Vicar engaged.

   They split up, one on either side and then they moved in quickly like
wolves.  Jackie started as her legs were suddenly grabbed by two eager
pairs of hands.  They held her tight, Steve immediately pulling at the
button at the top her skirt while John wrapped his arms around the top of
her legs to keep her from moving.  She fought as best she could without
alarming the Vicar who fortunately had his eyes up towards the ceiling and
was actually thinking about how the place needed painting and where the
funds would come from rather than the rather boring conversation that he
was currently involved in.

   Jackie kicked out and hit downwards with her fist but she was tightly
pinned and her struggles useless.  The button on her skirt immediately fell
to their attack and the zip quickly followed.  Together they swiftly pulled
her skirt down onto her hips, laughing quietly as Jackie continued to
struggle.  The Vicar never noticed that all conversation had suddenly
stopped.  They pushed her skirt down her legs, slapping each other's
shoulders with their free hands in a macho display of victory.  In unison
Jackie felt two pairs of hands grab at the waist of her knickers, pulling
them down onto her hips.  She struggled and tried to grab at them but the
hand to her left took hold of her wrist and held her as her knickers were
pulled unceremoniously down onto her thighs.  She gasped as a hand ruffled
her pubic hair, feeling for her sex and then there was a moment's pause as
the boys stripped her pants down her legs.  She tried to hold onto them by
pressing her thighs together but they pushed her knees apart and pulled
them down to her ankles.  She was suddenly naked from the waist down and
she could almost hear the self satisfied gloating as hands abruptly grabbed
at her arse, pushing between her legs from both sides, eager for her sex.

   Sensing a moment's lack of concentration as they fought between each
other to get their fingers inside her she managed to half turn and she
lashed out with her foot.  She felt a satisfying impact with soft tissue
and a small groan of pain as her assailant to the left suddenly let go of
her and fell away backwards, She felt her attacker on her right lean
forward to see what had happened and turning towards him she drove her knee
upwards, hard and fast.  The result was instantaneous and with a sound like
hitting a slab of meat the attacker on her right collapsed with a small cry
of pain.  The hands had disappeared.  Jackie coughed to cover the sudden
noise but the vicar never noticed; this time he had heard the front door to
the Church Hall open.

   The sound of the door opening carried through the hall and everyone
froze.  The scene below stage level was like the children's game where at a
command everyone has to freeze in position.  Steve and John were already
cheating and were crawling surreptitiously away towards the darkness and
safety at the back of the stage.  Chris was hanging onto Sue, not willing
to relinquish his hard won position, his fingers still deep inside her sex,
Sue didn't care, she was almost past recognizing what was happening around
her, the sexual glaze of repeated climaxes fogging her thoughts, making her
slow.

   The Vicars chair creaked in the silence as he turned to face the
newcomer.  The door from the small foyer burst open with a crash and Pat,
the girl they had been expecting, exploded into the hall.  She froze in mid
stride, her broad smile fading as she took in the scene of the two girls at
the trapdoors and the Vicar sitting in the middle of the empty hall.  "Ah
Pat," the Vicar rumbled, suddenly animated, "so good to see you." They
could almost hear the liquid lechery in voice as he looked Pat over
appreciatively.  Pat's voice sounded wary as she took in the situation and
quickly weighed her options.

   "Hello Vicar.  What are you doing here?" she asked, held in mid-step,
half way between the door and the front of the stage.

   "I believe it's my Church Hall," he said depreciatingly, opening his
hands to encompass the hall and all in it, emphasising his position in the
hierarchy while trying to appear jovial rather than interested in the
newcomer.

   Seeing that the Vicars attention was now focused on Pat Jackie took the
opportunity to retrieve her knickers from around her knees and she quickly
pulled them back up her thighs.  The Vicar was no longer interested in the
girls under the stage; his entire focus was plainly on Pat who was now
standing rock still, confused and unsure, halfway into the hall.  She was
poised for flight but could not figure out how to achieve it without giving
offence, such was the Vicars presence.  She looked for help but she
instinctively understood that for some reason neither Jackie nor Sue were
in a position to offer any.  Surprisingly agile for someone his size the
Vicar suddenly sprang to his feet and quickly moved towards the door,
cutting off her escape and Pat realised that the opportunity for flight had
passed.

   Sensing his opportunity Chris slid his fingers forward through Sue's
sex, searching for and finding her clitoris.  He brushed his thumb, hard,
over it.  The effect was instantaneous, already exhausted and caught off
guard Sue's legs collapsed and Chris caught her as she slid down into his
arms.  With his finger still inside her he eased her down to the floor.  He
held her there for a moment, kneeling beside her, listening intently, his
nose in the air like a rat trying to sniff out danger, trying to figure out
what was happening in the hall.  Seeing the opportunity, still holding his
crutch where Jackie had kicked him, John quickly scuttled across to kneel
by Sue and without waiting to be asked and passed caring about Chris of the
Vicar, he began to pull Sue's t-shirt up and over her head; determined that
he was at least going to get something from this debacle.

   The Vicar closed with Pat, moving slowly and with care, like a cat
stalking a bird, cutting off her escape route to the main door.  She looked
around for a moment and then, realising that there was no easy way out her
shoulders seemed to sag in resignation and she turned to face him.

   Pulling her skirt back up and trying to fasten the button Jackie watched
the unfolding scene with fascination and growing relief, there was
obviously something happening out there between the two of them, she could
see it clearly but she had no idea what it was.  After a moments fumbling
at the waist of her skirt she realised that the button was missing and also
that the zip was stuck, both obvious casualties of the boys' rush to
undress her.  She shivered as she imagined the Vicars solicitous although
prurient interest in how such a thing might have happened if he were to
discover it but it also meant that with one hand holding her skirt up at
her waist she was in no position to offer any help to Pat.

   Chris strained to listen to what was happening in the hall, only vaguely
aware that John had now managed to completely remove Sue's t-shirt and bra,
pushing her hands away easily when she had feebly tried to stop him.  He
was now kneeling over the naked girl, assiduously kneading her breasts and
nipples.  John had yet to make the connection between Sue's passivity and
Chris's fingers in her sex but he didn't care, he was just happy to take
advantage of the now completely naked girl laid out in front of him.  Chris
and he always shared everything including Chris's women and besides, he
firmly believed in the adage that you don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

   Chris was shocked when Steve suddenly appeared from back in the shadows;
he was bleeding profusely from his lip and nose.  "Fuck me," Chris
breathed, "what happened to you?"

   "That bitch kneed me in the face," he spluttered through his fat lip,
pointing over his shoulder at Jackie.

   Chris tried to appear sympathetic but could not resist laughing at the
sorry state of his woebegone bother, "I wouldn't tell anyone that if I was
you," he said biting back a smirk, "it could destroy your credibility." He
studied his brother's battered face and shrugged, "What are you going to
tell Mum?  She'll think you've been fighting again." Steve shrugged and sat
down heavily on a rolled up tent looking just about as miserable as it is
possible to get.  Laughing quietly to himself Chris kept his fingers moving
slowly over Sue's clitoris, keeping her quiet while he turned his attention
back to what was happening in the hall.  At the moment he didn't care about
John helping himself to Sue's breasts.

   "Hello Patricia," the Vicar said having finally managed to place himself
between her and the door.  Pat looked in desperation at Jackie before
turning to face the Vicar.

   "Hello Mr Green," she said quietly, suddenly subdued.

   "I've just been talking to Jackie and Sue," he said as if that were not
obvious.  "I understand you are here to help them."

   Pat nodded but suddenly added, "Actually I'm here to apologise, I've got
to get home; my Mum's taking me to town shopping." She looked around and
pulled an apologetic face at Jackie.  "Sorry," she said, "she just sprang
it on me." Seemingly distracted Jackie told her it was OK and not to worry.

   "Are you leaving now?" the Vicar asked solicitously and Pat nodded.

   "She's waiting," she offered by way of explanation.

   The Vicar picked up his chair and placed it back against the wall. 
"I'll walk out with you," he said, "I really have to be going as well."

   He turned back toward the stage and waved a curt farewell, before taking
Pat by the arm and walking her out of the hall.  He didn't care if anyone
saw his farewell and he didn't even notice that Sue had disappeared, nor
did he hear the quiet, heartfelt, "Thank fuck!" as Jackie's head slumped
forward onto her arms; or hear the short cry of surprise as she suddenly
disappeared back under the stage like her sister had a minute before.

   Bloodied but not yet beaten and stung by Chris's lack of sympathy, Steve
had returned for a second attempt to get to grips with Jackie.  It was not
his day.  Hearing the Vicar leave the hall he grabbed at Jackie's legs,
trying to pull her to the ground.  As her knees sagged Jackie somehow
managed to turn and face her attacker.  Raining open handed blows on his
head and kicking out at the same time Jackie vented her anger and
frustration.  Steve reeled back under the sudden and unexpected fierce
retaliation, ending up on his back on the floor as Jackie continued to
pummel away at him.  Still kneeling beside the naked Sue Chris and John
looked on in amazement as Jackie beat Steve into submission, leaving him
curled foetal like on the floor, his hands covering his bloodied face.

   Stepping forward Jackie picked up a short length of wooden tent pole
from the floor.  Steve looked up at her, tears mixed with the blood and
snot on his fingers, "I think you've broken my nose you fucking bitch!" he
muttered, wiping the blood from beneath his nose with the back of his hand,
"and I think you've just about knocked a couple of fucking teeth out!"

   Jackie swung the pole menacingly in front of her, "I'll knock your
fucking head off if you ever try and touch me again you little shit," she
threatened and he cowered quickly away, scrabbling backwards on his arse to
put himself out of her reach.

   Chris looked over and laughed, Jackie stood there in her knickers, her
skirt loose around her thighs, swinging the pole like a baseball bat. 
"Very nice," Chris said nodding at her knickers.  Jackie pulled at her
skirt with one hand, wrestling it back up her legs to her waist.

   "Not looking too good yourself," Jackie said looking down at him.  As
Sue had finally collapsed he had pushed his pants down in the hope of
quickly fucking her before the drama in the hall had played itself out and
he was now naked from the waist down, his penis jutting proudly from
beneath his shirt.  While listening to the Vicar he had taken one of Sue's
hands and wrapped it around his shaft, stroking himself with his own hand
wrapped around her compliant but inert fingers.  His other hand still
stroked her clitoris, keeping her accommodating and acquiescent.

   "Let go of my sister," Jackie said quietly and Chris took his fingers
from between Sue's legs and let go of the hand that was wrapped around his
penis; raising both his hands to his shoulders in the universal sign of
surrender.  John loosed his grip on her breasts and Sue pushed him away,
sitting up quickly and reaching between Chris's legs, grabbing him by his
balls

   Chris gasped with pain and tried to disengage her grip but she held on.
"OK, OK," Chris said panicking, "that hurts!  It's not funny, you can let
go now, I get the picture!"

   Jackie walked across the small space between them and pushed the end of
the pole up close to his face.  "Now listen you little shit!  I don't mind
a little fooling around, a little bit of trying to 'cop a feel' here and
there.  Who knows, I might even have let you.  But this wasn't funny; this
could have been an unholy fucking disaster for all of us!"

   "And look at me!," Sue joined angry beyond belief.  "I'm fucking naked!
And you made me cum in front of the bloody Vicar!"

   Chris looked her up and down, "and very nice you look too," he said and
doubled up and cried out as Sue squeezed on his balls.  "Just remember this
you stupid little prick!  The choice is mine who I let into my knickers. 
Mine," she said squeezing again causing him to cry out once more, "not
yours."

   Naked as the day she born Sue pushed herself to her knees without
letting go of Chris's scrotum.  She squeezed again and Chris winced and
bent forward around her hand; she had his undivided attention.  "I'll say
it one last time," she said, "the choice is ours, not yours," she said with
an even tighter squeeze and Chris grabbed hold of her wrist to try to
lessen the pressure and the pain.

   "I understand, I understand," he said quickly, "I'm sorry, it was just a
little fun."

   "A little fun!" Sue exploded and Chris winced in anticipation of more
pain.  "You were about to rape me, you fucking creep!  You didn't care less
what I wanted."

   Chris shrugged his shoulders and nodded," Its true, it's true," he said
quickly, "I was going to fuck you.  Sorry;" and Sue squeezed again. 
"Honestly!  Really sorry!" he almost squealed, "I guess we just got carried
away.  Didn't mean any harm, really didn't, honestly." Chris looked from
Sue to Jackie, trying to ooze sincerity through his pain.  He ended up
looking rather pathetic, his penis already wilted, kneeling with his pants
around his knees and his balls firmly gripped in Sue's fist.  The sight of
the naked Sue painfully leading Chris by his balls was not lost on the
other two boys who backed away, cowed and beaten.

   Jackie looked at Sue who shrugged her shoulders, her breasts moving as
she looked up at her sister.  Sue slowly released Chris's balls and sat
back.  Picking up her skirt she held it to her chest in an attempt to cover
herself up a little.

   In the sudden relaxing of tension Jackie let her hands fall to her side
and she dropped the pole to the floor.  "Keep that little bastard away from
me," she said pointing at Steve who was still sitting some way out of
reach, rocking backwards and forwards, nursing his bloody nose and
groaning.

   He looked up and held up his bloodied hands in surrender.  "I'm done,"
he muttered, "I'm done" and he went back to dabbing at his swollen and
beaten face with his handkerchief.

   Chris looked around, trying to seize up the changing scene.  "No
problem" he said cautiously, "does that mean...." his voice trailed off
with the question, "we're OK?.  I mean are we friends again?"

   Jackie laughed at the cowed and beaten faces, she had nothing to fear
from them now.  She turned to face John who was looking completely confused
at the sudden change of tone.  "Shame to waste an opportunity for a drink I
guess," she said looking enquiringly at Sue who shrugged noncommittally. 
"Gimme a beer," she demanded and Steve scuttled away to return with a
freshly open bottle.  Jackie stepped forward and letting her skirt slide
down her legs she stepped out of it and kicked it to one side.  "Bloody
buttons missing and the zip's broken.  Now, where were we?" she asked,
indicating that John should move over so she could sit down.  She took the
bottle from his passive fingers and tilting her head back she drank long
and hard before passing it to Sue.

   Chris quickly pulled his pants up and sat back on his heels before Sue
could change her mind and put the squeeze on him again.  He waited for her
to finish taking a drink before he tentatively took the bottle from her,
wiping the mouth with his hand before taking a long drink himself.  "Is
there any more of this?" he asked John who simply nodded.  "Got half a
dozen," he offered without further explanation.

   "Do you want to get them?" Chris asked, an order more than a question
and John rolled off his seat before slipping off into the darkness at the
back of the stage.  The girls sat together, touching each other
sympathetically, regrouping and whispering quietly while Chris listened to
the distant sound of John knocking the caps off the beer bottles.  He
returned carrying five opened bottles and handed them around, calling a
still wounded and smarting Steve over to collect his.  Steve took it and
sat at the edge of the circle, nursing his wounds, both physical and
emotional.

   Chris raised his bottle in a salute, "To the Ladies," he toasted with
mock gallantry, "who have survived the Vicar and survived us with their
virginity's intact despite our best efforts." Sue laughed and licked the
running froth from the neck of the bottle.

   "Intact?" she indicated her loosely covered nudity beneath the skirt she
was holding to her chest.  "I don't think so.  He's had his fingers inside
me all afternoon," she said pointing the bottle at Chris, "with the bloody
Vicar watching on!"

   Chris bowed slightly acknowledging the remark, "And you took it so
well," he said with a smile, "at times I would have sworn that you were
almost enjoying it."

   Sue shrugged and tried to appear non-committal, "Not with the Vicar
breathing down my neck," she said.

   Chris shrugged and smiled, "I beg to differ," he said taking a drink,
"you seemed to get quite wet down where I was." Sue blushed and took a
drink from her bottle.

   They slowly settled back, talking and laughing quietly as the afternoon
wore on.  Sue retrieved her shirt and quickly pulled it on, blushing when
the boys commented on the brief flash of breast as she struggled into it.
She remained with skirt covering her lap, not attempting to put it on in
front of them although when she looked at Jackie, sitting confidently in
her knickers in the middle of them, defiant in her sexuality, she stopped
worrying; they'd all seen her naked anyway.  After a while John gallantly
moved across and retrieved her knickers from the floor under the still open
trapdoor.  He offered them to her almost shyly and she smiled, placing them
on the floor beside her.

   At one point they all fell silent when the outer door to the hall opened
and closed but no one entered the hall and slowly the conversations
resumed; Sue with Chris and Jackie with John; with Steve finally joining
in, bloodied, bruised and sheepish.  They slowly drank their beers, the
warmth, the half light and the camaraderie of familiarity and commonality
slowly returning; and soon they were laughing properly, events of the
afternoon passing into the stuff of legend, old friends again.

   When Sue thought John and Steve weren't watching she quickly pulled her
knickers over her feet and up her legs, raising her bottom to slide them up
and over her hips beneath the loose covering of her skirt.  Chris smiled
ruefully as she settled down again, her skirt still across her hips keeping
her covered.  "Spoil sport," he said quietly, "took me ages to get them off
and now you've gone and put them on again."

   "You blew your chance this afternoon," Sue said shaking her head.  "When
I think about it I just can't believe that you did all that to me."

   "When I think about it I can't believe I stopped," he answered and Sue
looked at him and smiled, a cross between embarrassment and his remembered
fingers.

   "You didn't want to as I remember; and you didn't care if I wanted to
either."

   Chris shrugged and gave her his best boyish smile, "You take your
opportunities where you can," and Sue shrugged, she understood the boys and
their take it where you can get it philosophy.  It applied to most of the
boys she had ever met.

   They had all moved around since they had first sat down, making
themselves comfortable, finding packing cases to lean against, rolled up
tents as cushions to rest on, groundsheets on the floor to lay on, carrying
on the conversation naturally, splitting easily into two groups.  More beer
had appeared, "Was keeping it for later," John said "but may as well drink
it now, I can always pinch some more," he said and Jackie laughed,
scandalised but at the same time strangely attracted by the idea of stolen
booze.

   The afternoon quietly wore on as the light from the hall through the
trapdoors began to slowly lose its remote intensity.  The mornings
exercise, the beer and the warmth were taking their toll and slowly people
stretched out in the underground gloom, side by side, the conversations
desultory and the mood relaxed and comfortable.  Sue looked across at her
sister and was surprised to see that John was sitting close to her, his
conversation quiet and gently animated, his hand resting on her thigh.  She
looked back at Chris to find he was also watching John and Jackie.  He
leaned closer to Sue, "Looks like John is getting on well with Jackie," he
whispered quietly, his breath soft against her face.  Sue felt the familiar
lurch in the pit of her stomach at his proximity, the maleness of him.

   "She doesn't seem to be objecting," Sue agreed.

   "Would you?" He asked quietly.  "Is sister like sister?" Sue swallowed
but didn't reply.  Emboldened by her silence Chris reached out and placed
his hand on her thigh, half way up, just below the edge of the skirt which
was still draped loosely across her legs.  She looked at his hand and then
quickly up at him, smiling briefly, a half smile, part embarrassment and
part indecision.  The smile quickly faded and she dropped her head,
ignoring his hand and looking back at Jackie.

   John had moved closer, his hand slowly slipping higher up the soft skin
of Jackie's thigh, until his fingers stroked innocently against the loose
material of her old and baggy knickers.  Steve watched quietly from the
side, nursing his beer and his swollen lip.  If Jackie was aware of John's
hand she did not show it, her conversation remained relaxed and easy, just
old friends talking.  They all watched in silence as John casually trailed
his fingers up and over her hip before turning around in a long, lazy
circle and back down again to rest on her thigh.  Jackie half turned her
head to look at John without acknowledging his fingers, her conversation
steady and soft.  Almost casually she rolled completely over onto her back,
stretching her legs and crossing them, settling herself, lying almost flat
with her hands behind her head, quietly talking to John and the stage floor
a few feet above her.

   Sue turned her back to Chris, resting her head on her arm so she was
facing Jackie.  Watching, she could feel the old familiar arousal beginning
between her own legs as John stroked her sisters.  She made a pretence of
ignoring Chris as he snuggled up closer behind her, playing spoons, his
body disturbingly warm and comfortable.  "Do you think he'll make it?" he
asked, his voice quiet and dangerously close.

   "Make it?" Sue asked purposely obtuse, aware of Chris's hand on her own
thigh.

   "Make it," Chris repeated, his fingers gently rubbing circles on her
skin.  "Will he get into her knickers?" he persisted and Sue shrugged
noncommittally; but she did not resist when he slid his hand carefully up
under the loose material of her skirt to rest it gently and easily on the
smooth curve of her hip.

   John trailed his fingers on the front of Jackie's thigh, small casual
circles that slowly slid down between her legs, moving gently over the
sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving steadily upwards, persuasive and
gently enticing.  Jackie paused as he reached the top of her thighs, his
fingers hesitating a moment before sliding slowly and boldly up and onto
her sex.  Jackie sighed, her first acknowledgement of his hand on her body.
His fingers lingered, exploring the shape of her beneath the lose material
of her knickers.  She almost casually opened her legs to allow him access
and she closed her eyes as his fingers intimately followed the contours of
her sex.

   His fingers indented the material of her knickers, tracing the line of
her lips and Jackie stretched luxuriously, cat like, arching her back as
John took the opportunity to completely cover her sex with his hand,
rubbing lightly, pressing gently.  There was no longer any need to pretend,
his touch was now overtly sexual and everyone watched as his hand moved
casually between her legs.

   Sue bit her lip as she watched, she was acutely aware of Chris's hand
gently caressing her own hip.  She knew that the two events, the hand on
her hip and the hand between Jackie's legs were intimately connected, they
were not isolated events.  What happened to Jackie would most probably
happen to her unless she stopped it, put an end to it, halted the hand
before it found its way back into her own sex.  She could not take her eyes
off her sister's seduction, the hand between her sister's legs, moving
easily and familiarly over her sex.  She felt Chris's hand slide forward,
sneaking down onto her tummy, caressing her, pulling her gently back into
him, back up against him.  Chris did not speak, his hand slowly moving over
her stomach, getting its bearings.  Her skirt fell from her hips, crumpling
on to the floor beside her.  She never moved.  She knew if she was to stop
him it had to be now.

   After toying with the elastic John gently and deliberately slid his hand
up under the leg of Jackie's knickers, he was moving slowly, giving her
time to object although he was now confident that she was a full and
willing partner.  His hand could be clearly seen beneath the material, a
puppy beneath a blanket, moving slowly, feeling its way in the darkness. 
His hand flattened out across her mound, curling around the shape of her,
feeling the hidden, curling, patch of pubic hair, coarse beneath his palm
and the narrowing v of her mound, curving down to be lost in the dark and
exciting shadows between her legs.  There was no movement from her, she lay
quiet and passive, her eyes firmly closed, a slight smile at the edge of
her mouth, as his hand slid downwards between her legs to close finally and
firmly over her sex.  There was a moment's hesitation and then she exhaled,
almost a sigh, as his hand found her, cupped her, felt her, exploring her
before finally slipping a finger casually but confidently between her lips.

   Chris slid his hand down Sue's stomach, moving over her mound to slip
unhurriedly between her legs.  He was following the path that John had just
charted with Jackie and Sue gasped as he held her sex, his fingers lightly
curling around her.  Like her sister before her she never moved as his
fingers pressed softly against her, renewing his memory of her before he
moved back up her stomach.  He slipped his hand down under the waistband of
her knickers as she breathed in to help him, sliding down inside, moving
between her legs to cup and cover her naked sex.  Sue started as his
fingers covered her.  "Too late to complain," he whispered as his fingers
caressed the silky soft lips of her sex.  "You should have said something
earlier." Sue bit her lip as he ran his finger along the length of her,
feeling her wetness, his finger trailing a path he had already travelled
earlier in the day.

   John withdrew his hand and sitting up he reached for the waistband of
Jackie's knickers.  Without opening her eyes she raised her hips and
allowed him to pull them down onto her thighs.  The crutch of her knickers
caught between her thighs and he reached between her legs to pull the
material clear.  With her knickers down around her knees he lay back
alongside her, placing his hand back between her legs.  She sighed as he
slipped his finger back between the moist lips of her sex.  Jackie moaned
softly as his finger explored her and she spread her legs as wide as her
restraining knickers would allow.  She stiffened slightly as John began to
work his finger deeper between the pink folds of her sex.  He was opening
her up, spreading her lips, laying her bare, warming her up for the
climaxes they were all now sure were soon to follow.

   "Looking good," Chris whispered, his hand softly buried between Sue's
legs, his finger slipping easily between the folds of her own sex.  Sue
blinked but continued to say nothing, she was not sure if he was referring
to John's fingers inside Jackie or his own inside her; and then she thought
that it didn't really matter, they were both part of the same seduction,
both lost, both interchangeable parts of the same act.  Holding her by the
hip Chris gently turned her over onto her back.  "No Vicar watching this
time," he said as she allowed herself to be gently manhandled into
position, "shall we finish what we started?" Sue stared back up at him as
he leaned forward and pushed her knickers down her legs, stripping them
down as far as he could reach.  "Very nice," he offered as a compliment,
looking down at her sex, shining pink and gold in the strange direct light
of the similarly naked bulb.  He opened her thighs with his hand, opening
his access to her sex.  Her glistening lips shone wetly in the light, a
beacon for his ambitions, an aspiration for his desires.  He reached down
and ran his fingers lightly across her sex and felt her move at his touch.
He slowed his eager fingers, stoking her gently, easily; he didn't want to
spook her now, not when the final prize was within sight.

   John now had two fingers inside Jackie and was beginning to work up to a
steady rhythm, his fingers sliding deeper into her with every push.  He
could see it was beginning to have the desired effect, her hands were now
less casually folded behind her head and her hips were beginning to rise in
answer, lifting slightly with every push of his fingers inside her. 
Despite Jackie's warning Steve had decided that he really wanted a piece of
this action and he had been moving slowly and hesitantly forward, inching
every closer to the reclining girl.  Slowly and tentatively he eventually
plucked up the courage to reach out and place his hand carefully on her
knee, just above her tightly stretched knickers and there he waited, eyes
half closed and wincing, for the expected outburst.

   Taking hold of the hem of her t-shirt Chris slowly worked it up over
Sue's tummy.  She quietly lay looking up at him, her blue eyes soft and
unreadable.  Chris had blue eyes she noticed, a similar blue to her first
full seduction, in bed at home not long ago, Jackie had been there as well,
perhaps they were always meant to be together when they had sex; but this
current seduction was not the same, it did not have the same depth of
affection as the first, no love with this one, This was a technical
seduction, sex for sex's sake and nothing else, Chris just wanted to fuck
her; and she was letting him.

   Seeing her watching him Chris paused for a moment to give her time to
object but when there was no refusal or complaint forthcoming he took the
bottom of her shirt and balling it in his hand he pushed it up above her
breasts.  She simply lay there while he exposed her, unresisting,
acquiescent, strangely remote from the action; applauding his technique as
he bared her sex first with her knickers pushed down on to her thighs and
then her breasts, with her shirt held high up on her chest.  She knew what
he was doing, titillating himself, exposing her by degrees, laying her
bare, preparing himself and her for sex.

   She knew he was taking his time with her, slowly laying her naked from
nipple to knee, opening her to his hands and his gaze; and despite her
sense of remoteness from the overall event part of her rose to his slow
steady seduction.  He was turning her on with his unhurried, almost casual,
unclothing of her, the obvious pleasure he was drawing from her naked body;
and slowly, in pace with her steady disrobing, his controlled desire, the
warm anticipation of sex finally stole over her, hardening her nipples and
moistening her sex.

   She wanted to look at Jackie, to see how she was doing, but she knew
that with two men to deal with she would probably be naked by now.  And
these boys weren't family or even particularly close friends, they wouldn't
back off if she changed her mind, she would be expected to go all the way
now, to open her legs to them and let them in; and the thought frightened
her and also made her wet.  She looked up at Chris and he smiled, reaching
slowly between her legs to insert a finger inside her again and she gave a
small cry and closed her eyes, leaving herself open to him to do with as he
wanted.

   Sue didn't know it but she was indeed right, Jackie was now naked.  When
Steve had placed his hand on Jackie's leg and the expected attack had not
materialised Steve had gained a little confidence and had moved his hand
slowly higher up her body.  He had seen her straining her legs wider as
John rocked his fingers in her sex and he had moved still higher, to cup
her breast through her shirt and bra.  Jackie had slowly risen to the
pressure of Johns fingers as Steve had felt her nipples, hard and prominent
beneath his palms.  Jackie had groaned while Steve had squeezed her breasts
before finally siding his hands up under her shirt and pulling her shirt
and bra up over her breasts to feast his eyes and his hands on her soft and
tender skin; and while John had kept her occupied with his fingers inside
her Steve had finally finished her undressing; removing her shirt and bra,
raising her arms to pull them off before placing them neatly to one side.

   Despite their small town machismo the boys were still unsure of
themselves, not confident of the etiquette of seduction.  Steve still
reverted to his middle class upbringings by neatly folding Jackie's clothes
after removing them.  Jackie would have laughed had she noticed and had she
not been so preoccupied with the fingers moving with insistent intent
inside her.

   In truth Steve was still afraid of Jackie and so took care with her
clothes, afraid of the woman who now lay naked before him.  Both John and
he were both still bruised from her earlier attack and Steve was still
bloodied and he had no intention of provoking another.  Girls who could
fight as well as boys were not at all uncommon at his school and in general
they were treated with the respect reserved for the berserkers of old; and
Jackie had already proved she could fight he had the fat lip and bruising
to prove it.  But she was now naked and nothing had prepared them as to how
they should make love to such a sexually attractive and at the same time
extremely dangerous a creature.

   To both boys she seemed much less formidable now, lying naked and
compliant before them, beautiful and open, on her back with John's hand
between her legs and Steve's on her breasts.  Their confidence was slowly
growing and the memory of their recent humiliations fading.  Watching
John's fingers moving in and out of Jackie's sex had given Steve the
confidence to finally undress her and feeling her breasts beneath his palms
his fear receded as his excitement grew.

   She had opened her eyes to look at him as he had pulled at her shirt and
Steve had panicked, but she had raised her arms and Steve had slowly pulled
the shirt off her, over her head and away.  He had tentatively reached
underneath her and Jackie had arched her back as he had fumbled with the
clasp before he had mastered the hook and eyes and her bra had suddenly
sagged lose on her chest.  In triumph he had pulled the bra away and down
her arms, leaving her naked on the floor before him and he had smiled, she
did not seem so invulnerable now.

   Reaching forward he cupped a naked breast and Jackie closed her eyes
again.  He squeezed and she squirmed, already rising to her climax from the
fingers inside her.  Steve laughed quietly and took her other breast in his
other hand, kneading the soft flesh until Jackie moaned and again pushed
her chest upwards against his hands.  He seized her nipples, taking them
between his thumb and fingers, turning them, squeezing them harshly until
she gasped.

   Between her legs Steve spread her thighs as wide as he could get them,
using his elbows to get her as wide open as possible before he pushed his
fingers fully inside her, his knuckles bruising against her sex, feeling
her rise as her climax began to take her.  She bucked her hips against the
pressure that was building, thrusting her sex back against his hand, her
chest up against Steve.  She cried out and arched up off the floor, only
her shoulders and her feet in contact with the hard wood floor beneath her.
The two boys punished her as she rode them noisily to her climax, partly
out of excitement and partly out of revenge for recent humiliations.  They
clung to her, half holding her down and half working her higher, Steve
hanging onto her breasts and John trying to keep his fingers inside her as
she thrashed around, her cries almost rising to a wail as she climaxed
under their joint ministrations.  As spectacular a climax as either of them
had ever witnessed.

   Then she was done, deflating like a holed balloon she sank back down on
to the floor' John, with his fingers still slowly moving deep between her
legs and Steve, still grimly holding onto her breasts as though she might
at any point suddenly try to escape.  The boys looked at each other in
amazement, staring at each other across Jackie's naked and prostrate body.

   John slowly took his fingers from Jackie's sex and looked at the juices
coated thickly over them, turning them in the light so that the moisture
glistened and flashed.  He smiled and looked down at the body laid out
before him, her breasts reddened and her nipples distended from John's rude
handling, her sex gleaming wetly between her widespread legs, her pubic
hair matted and flattened, her juices smeared and her lips puffy and red
from his own fingers.  Catching Steve's excited glance he knelt up and
tugged at his shorts, pushing them and his underpants down over his hips.
His erect cock sprang free, bouncing briefly as if taking a bow at its
sudden appearance, excited to be loose from its confinement.  He sat back
on his arse with his legs in the air, kicking his pants free.  Sitting up
to pull his shirt over his head in one movement and he was naked.  He knelt
back up leaving his clothes where they fell.  Steve watched him strip,
sitting back, unsure of what to do as his eyes darted between Jackie's sex
and John's newly released erection.

   John was not suffering from any such indecision.  Moving onto all fours
he crawled up between Jackie's open legs.  When he was in position he
reached down between his legs and took hold of his penis, he was so rigid
it almost hurt.  He jacked himself off a couple of times, smearing his
precum around the helmet-like head of his shaft and Steve laughed and
licked his lips excitedly as he watched.  Leaning forward to brace his arms
on either side of her head John lowered himself down until he had
positioned the straining head of his cock at the wet and open entrance to
her sex.  Jackie lay supine, still wrapped in the warmth of her post
climactic daze.  She felt John lean forward and take control of her breasts
again, his hands warm and softly exciting as this time they gentled across
her nipples, drawing her slowly back to the present.

   She stretched languorously as she felt the head of Steve's penis push
gently at the entrance to her sex, lubricating itself with her juices,
moving forward with a steady intent.  Jackie opened her eyes when she
realised what was happening but it was already too late even if she had
wanted him to stop.  She felt her lips part as Steve slid forward and with
a long slow push he slid fully inside her.  Jackie's eyes opened wide in
surprise as her sex opened to accept him and her breath left her in a long
drawn out sigh.  She lay there for a moment almost dazed as he settled
himself inside her, feeling his length filling her, feeling her insides
adapting to his shape.  She spread her legs wider as he settled between
them, laying himself slowly down on her, hip to hip, chest to chest.  Steve
had taken his hands away from her breasts and sat back to watch.

   Sue had turned to watch her sister's noisy climax.  She had watched as
Steve and John alternatively held her down or worked her body as she had
trashed and cried out; a climax that had surprised Sue with its ferocity
and intent.  She had watched Steve shed his trousers, his erection
springing clear, hard and proud in the harsh light.  She knew what was
going to happen and she watched John settle himself between Jackie's legs
with a detachment that surprised her.  As Steve slowly slid into her sister
she felt Chris place a finger under her chin and gently turn her head back
to face him.  She looked up at him as he took her nipple between fingers
that were still wet and shining with the juices from her sex, alternatively
rolling and stretching it, making her breasts move with the gentle
pressure.

   His gentle treatment was still working and she could feel herself rising
easily to his hands.  He looked over her to where John now lay between
Jackie's open legs.  "He's fucking her now," he said quietly and Sue looked
up at him as he continued to watch, his hand roving over her body, sliding
down her flank to slip between her legs again.  She opened her legs to
allow him access to her sex.  His finger slipped inside her and she could
the soft, warm flames rising around it.  "She we do the same," he asked,
"shall I fuck you?" His finger was creating wonderful sensations inside her
and she shrugged noncommittally, her eyes closing.  He slid a second finger
into her, sliding easily between her wet lips to join the first, spreading
her, working the length of her sex with the palm of his hand.

   "You're good," she said at last, relaxing into the very intimate and
personal massage, her hips beginning to move in response.

   "Thank you," he answered quietly, "you're very easy to make love to."

   "Thanks," she said quietly without knowing why.  He continued to work
her, his fingers slick with her juices, his palm massaging the front of her
sex.  He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth and she sighed and
lay back, her legs falling open.

   "That's the way," he said quietly, taking her nipple back into his
mouth. He suckled her deeply, drawing her deep and hard into his mouth. 
She groaned and arched her back, thrusting her breast up to meet him.  He
sucked and nipped gently on the hard nub of flesh, his fingers constantly
moving between the lips of her sex, drawing her higher, setting her body
alight.  She began to moan, quietly, deep in the back of her throat and he
increased the pressure of his fingers and his lips.

   He curled his fingers inside her, exploring, experimenting and pushing
her ever higher towards her climax.  She began to shake, her moan becoming
a cry as she suddenly began to spiral upwards, rising rapidly, her climax
coming upon her like a wave.  She wrapped her arms around him pulling his
head into her breast, crying out as his teeth pulled gently at her.  His
fingers worked inside her sex and she gripped his hand with her thighs, her
hand gripping his wrist as she curled wetly around him.

   Her climax was intense.  Not as fierce as Jackie's but leaving her
exhausted and limp as it passed.  He held her close until the final spasms
had washed through her and she at last lay quiet.  When her breathing had
stilled and she at last lay calm in his arms he half sat up and reaching
down, he pushed her restraining knickers down her legs until he could slip
them off her feet.  With one arm still holding her he unbuckled his belt
and slid down the zip on his trousers, Sue opened her eyes and watched him
quietly, saying nothing, her eyes deep and fathomless.

   Sliding his arm from underneath her he sat up and rolling from side to
side, he quickly pushed his trousers over his hips and down his thighs. 
His penis sprang clear, rising from a shock of brown pubic hair, rearing up
from his groin, proud and eager.  Sue looked at it and following her gaze
he sat back to allow her to see it, his arms outstretched behind him.  He
looked down at his penis, twitching softly against his belly and then back
up at her.  "you've already seen him," he said smiling, "already had your
hand around him although you may not remember." She looked at him but said
nothing as he slowly kicked his legs, working his pants down to his ankles
until he could kick them clear.  Once they were gone he sat back again, his
legs apart, his penis lying hard and erect against his belly.  He looked at
Sue and then back to his erection.  "You should be pleased," he said, "he's
very happy to see you." He looked pointedly between her open legs, "to see
all of you."

   He sat forward again and pulled his shirt up over his head, discarding
it carelessly to one side.  He was now naked.  Sue watched him in silence.
"Cat got your tongue?" he asked.  She looked up at him, studying his face
as if searching for something.  He glanced past her to where Steve and John
were busy with Jackie.  He smiled and lay back down alongside Sue, she
didn't move, she just followed him with her eyes.  He took hold of the
bottom of her rucked up shirt and tugged, she raised her arms and allowed
him to pull it off.  He smiled, "Now we're both naked," he said quietly,
placing his hand flat on her stomach.  "Any ideas?" he asked and slid his
hand down her stomach, pausing to twirl the soft blonde hair of her pubic
mound around his fingers.  He tugged lightly before releasing her and
sliding his hand down between her open legs.



   She closed her eyes as he opened her with his fingers, sliding between
her lips into her wetness.  She took a deep breath, seeming to hold it as
he worked his fingers deeper inside her.  He pushed harder, and she opened
her legs wider to make it easier for him.  He moved closer, his erection
laying hard and demanding against her thigh.  She sighed again as he worked
his fingers fully into her, pushing deeper, his thumb searching once again
for her clitoris.  She knew what he was doing and she made no attempt to
stop him.  His thumb found her and she cried out, her body convulsing as
the shock passed through her.

   He kept up the pressure, working her sex with his fingers and she slowly
began to shake as yet another climax began to grow.  His thumb made small
circles on her clitoris, keeping her quiet and quiescent while at the same
time driving her higher, driving her upward.  Her hips began to thrust back
at him, pushing up against the pressure of his fingers.  He leaned forward,
"I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered quietly and she paused, her hips
slowing momentarily before he pushed again and she rose to the pressure. 
He slowly removed his fingers and moved over between her open thighs.  She
was suddenly still as he positioned himself above her, the tip of his penis
resting intimately and confidently against the entrance to her sex.  He
pushed gently with his hips and her lips parted around the head of his
shaft.  She opened her eyes and stared at his face hovering above hers as
he supported his weight on his outstretch arms.  She turned her head and
looked for Jackie, she saw that Steve had shed his clothes and was
obviously awaiting his turn while John continued to rock backwards and
forwards between her sisters open legs, his bottom rising and falling
almost comically with each thrust.  She could not see Jackie's face but she
knew that Jackie was not doing anything that she did not want to and she
could handle Steve if she needed to, besides she was busy with her own man
at the moment.

   Chris pushed again and his penis slid gently into her, sliding fully
inside until he was brought up hard against her pelvic bone, only the
second penis to have made the that particular intimate journey and Sue
sighed as he filled her, his length hard and hot inside her.  Chris paused
for a moment, looking down on her.  He smiled at her, not unkindly but a
smile with the soft condescension of victory around the edges.  He had made
her, he was fucking her.  He lay quietly for a moment, savouring the
feeling of being inside her, feeling her vagina holding him, the soft buzz
of conquest, the feeling dangerously intense and he worried about cuming
too soon and spoiling the whole thing.  She raised her hands and
experimentally placed them on either side of his hips, she could feel every
centimetre of his length as he twitched quietly inside her.  Slowly he
moved again, pushing tentatively forward, testing the feel of his length
inside her.  She gripped him harder, both her hands at his waist and her
muscles around his penis, involuntarily holding him tighter as he began his
thrust.

   John began to shake, trying desperately not to come.  He was sawing back
and forth, his penis sliding easily, her sex sucking at him as he ground
his hips hard against her.  Jackie had wrapped her legs around him,
exciting him to the point where he felt he could not hang on much longer,
his need to cum causing him to groan and hang his head as he tried to
concentrate on anything other than the growing pressure in his balls. 
Jackie seemed oblivious to his problems, she was nearing her own crisis and
she gripped him tightly with her legs, pulling him deep into her as she
climaxed.  It was too much for him and he knew he was finished.  He shook
his head in desperation as she climaxed before suddenly thrusting his hips
forward, pushing as deeply into her as possible, releasing his seed deep
inside her, straining as he shuddered with the effort.

   Jackie cried out and rode him as he buried himself between her legs, his
penis butting up hard against the top of her womb.  He thrust forward,
pushing into her with all his might spilling his seed deep inside her.  He
strained, shuddering and jerking, his arse muscles clenched tight until
with one last gasp he collapsed on top of her.  She held him tightly, her
arms and her legs wrapped around him and she rocked him as his crisis
passed, feeling him spasm again, pumping more of his seed inside her.  He
groaned and shuddered one last time as he drained the last of his sperm
into her.  Then they lay quietly, their sweat soaked bodies still locked
together, her arms and legs still holding him pinned inside her.  He
continued to move, slowly grinding his hips against her, his deflating
penis still moving inside her as if in memory of its recent role.  He
rested his face in the hollow of her shoulder and he could feel the pulsing
of the artery in her neck, her breath rasping loudly in his ear.  Slowly
she released him and he rolled away, his sweat suddenly cold on his skin as
he rolled over onto his back lying side by side with her, his now deflated
penis lying soft and shiny against his thigh.

   The pause was momentary, Jackie was suddenly aware of another body
moving on top of her and she was startled to find Steve positioning himself
above her, his penis suddenly hard up against the entrance to her recently
vacated sex.  She made a half hearted protest but he pushed against her and
suddenly he was buried deep inside her.  She gasped and spread her legs,
trying to accommodate her new and unexpected lover.

   He gave her no quarter, pushing immediately between her legs with hard,
deep thrusts that caused her breasts to bounce.  "Wait," she asked but he
ignored her driving into her sex, pushing the breath from her body as
quickly and uncaringly he took his pleasure with her.  Jackie groaned as he
pushed at her, his swollen lips fastening onto her breast, sucking and
biting as he ploughed into her.  She tried to calm him as he snorted above
her, trying to pull him closer, to slow his assault but he continued to
slam into her, driving his penis hard as if it was a weapon.  Jackie
gritted her teeth at the ruthless and harsh manhandling and yet somehow,
slowly, between the hard pounding at her sex and the mouth chewing on her
nipple she somehow found herself beginning to respond to the rough
treatment he was handing out; a bizarre and unexpected response to being
abused.

   She began to thrust back, meeting his every stroke with a reply of her
own.  She could feel her climax beginning to grow from the pressure of his
attack, his total disregard for her feelings or care for her body other
than a receptacle for his penis, a sheath for him to cum in.  He could not
intimidate her, he could not use her unless she let him and she drew
strength and pleasure from the knowledge.  She began to ride him, her
climax growing with the knowledge.  Her muscles gripped him, applying the
brakes, slowing him as he tried not cum, drawing pleasure from the friction
of his penis inside her.  She looked up into his face and suddenly saw the
fear in his eyes, the fear of her that was driving him.  "Slow down," she
said quietly, "enjoy it," she added; and he faltered, his attack slowing.
He looked down at her and she smiled, "We're both supposed to enjoy this,"
she said and he stopped looking as if he was about to cry.  "Don't stop,"
she said placing her hands on the cheeks of his arse and gently pushing,
giving him permission to continue and he tentatively began to pick up his
pace again.  She wrapped her legs around him, stroking her climax, allowing
herself to be driven again, feeling the beautiful pressure beginning to
engulf her sex, spreading quickly up through her chest to her breasts until
it began to fill her head, a huge white noise, a roar that filled her ears
and whited out everything until her climax crashed over her.

   She became slowly aware that John was back between her legs again, his
penis slipping easily inside her.  The sex was remorseless, they were
lasting longer now their first rushes to climax were over and they were
taking their time, making sure they were pleasuring her as well as
themselves..  They were sharing her, friends passing around a bottle of
beer or a cigarette, enjoying her.  And she kept cuming, happy to be shared
as they changed places; and as each deposited a fresh load of sperm inside
her, the other moved between her legs and slid inside her again.  And she
came as they did, matching them climax for climax, she could feel their
sperm running out of her, and she was surprised at the amount they were
producing and the rate of their recovery as each one slid back inside her
again.  Time began to elongate, to become a whirl of climaxes, her body
rocking with different rhythms as the boys continued to keep taking turns
with her, rolling on and off her like a fairground ride, occasionally
sitting her up to offer their penises to her mouth and much to their
delight she sucked them as they wanted her to.

   Chris lay alongside her with his head level with her sex.  He had three
fingers deep inside her, sliding them slowly in and out, sliding through
her wetness, much of which he had added to himself.  He worked his thumb
over her clitoris, alternating the pressure, getting the measure her,
rolling her through climax after climax until she was as limp and spent as
a rag doll.  She lay with her legs open, her sweat streaked body shining in
the naked light.  He continued to work her, ignoring her feeble protests,
watching her stiffen every time he touched her clitoris in a certain way.
'Such a wonderful find,' he thought to himself as she began to rise
exhaustedly to yet another climax.  His fingers were still busy inside her
as he moved back up her body, biting the smooth skin of her stomach,
working up to her breasts, inspecting them closely, sucking on her red and
swollen nipples, leaving marks on the alabaster smoothness of her breasts,
matching the marks he had been leaving on her body all afternoon.

   She shook again as she began to climb to yet another climax.  He looked
down the length of her soft and open body, revelling in the perfection that
he had control of before moving over her and replacing his fingers with his
cock as, in one fluid movement, he slid easily and smoothly inside her.  He
had lost count of the times he had fucked her, he couldn't remember, all he
knew was he just couldn't seem to get enough of the body beneath him, as
soon as he came he was hard again, he felt like superman from a kids comic.
Feeling her tired response to his presence between her legs again he
smiled, "Oh no," he whispered into her ear as he began to slide in and out
of her with an easy, practiced rhythm that now came naturally, "I'm really
not finished with you yet.  Not by a long way." and he stilled her
protests, pushing up into her, loving the feeling of her his own sperm
mixing with her juices.

   When he had again ridden her to her finish and she lay open and quiet
beneath him he waited, his face just above hers, watching her closely until
his deflated penis finally slipped out of her yet again.  Slowly he moved
down her body, making free with her as she lay exhausted and quiet; licking
their joint sweat from her skin, fondling her breasts, sucking her nipples
deep into his mouth.  Her exhausted body tried to respond but she just lay
there, inert and unmoving while he played with her.  He moved down her
body, slowly grazing, tasting her skin on his lips, his tongue travelling
around her navel, moving in a sweep down her lower tummy down to her matted
shock of pubic hair.  She lay unmoving.  He could smell the sex on her and
below that her own unique smell, pungent and erotic, mixed with the softer,
sourer smell of his semen; she was redolent with sex and his cock suddenly
twitched again in anticipation.  His mouth moved slowly across her lower
abdomen, into the soft area between her hip bone and her pubis until he
found the faded marks he had noticed earlier in the day when the Vicar had
been here, the faded love bites left by a previous visitor to her body and
he smiled, knowing what he had to do.

   Positioning himself directly over the same spot he raised his head to
look at her before moving slightly to left.  Once he was happy with his
position he lowered his head, pursed his lips and began to suck.