Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Like all of my work this is fiction. Pure and simple. If you don't like the idea of young people testing their boundaries then you should read no further. Likewise, if you are underage or in a part of the world where such written expressions are forbidden then you should go elsewhere. I'm always happy to hear from people and friends old or new. Email me here: Knjfriend(at)yahoo.co.uk Six is a magic number - pt 2 The following weekend Michelle was nowhere to be seen. Leaving Alison chatting to Luke and Kyle Jordan suggested that he and Jake go call at her house. Luke was careful to make sure that Alison didn't see the exaggerated wink that he gave Jordan and Jordan, for his part, managed to keep his blush under control until he had his back to the girl. Trudging up the path they dutifully rang the bell. Michelle answered a short time later. "Hey you coming out?" Jordan enquired. "Can't right now. Mum has had to take dad into town `cos his car is dead and I have to wait for the man coming to fix the washing machine." "How long will you be?" "Dunno. Mum should be back by about 11.00 - I can come out then or sooner if the man's been." "Can we come in?" asked Jake "Yeah that should be alright" answered Michelle as she stepped back to let the boys in. "Wanna coke or something?" "Cool" replied Jordan for both of them as they followed Michelle into the kitchen. Michelle gave the boys a can each. "Listen guys, mum kinda sprang this on me. Dragged me out of bed and said I had to be downstairs there and then." "Bummer" nodded Jake sagely Jordan laughed. "Seriously" Michelle continued "Could you guys wait for the repair man if I go get a shower and stuff? I mean the washing machine is in the utility room and I'll be back in five minutes so I can pay him and all." "No probs Mitch. Can we watch tv?" asked Jordan She smiled at them. "you know where everything is. Help yourself." Jordan flopped into a big arm chair in the lounge, pointed the remote and started sliding through the chanels looking for something to watch. Jake stood looking at him. "What?" the older boy eventually asked. "You wanna watch tv?" "Yeah, if I can find something." Jordan replied "Mitch is upstairs taking a shower and you wanna watch tv?" Jake asked pointedly. Jordan grinned a huge grin. "Didn't think of that!" the older boy admitted. The group of friends had been in each others houses so often that they knew their way around without thinking. Flicking off the tv the boys made for the stairs. The climbed the stairs slowly turning left at the top and headed for the room at the end of the landing. Michelle's room. Jake pushed the door open and the boys were met with the sound of water gushing from the shower in her en suite. The door was ajar. They slipped inside the small room and peered through the frosted glass of the show screen to where Michelle stood under the flow of water rinsing her hair. They simply stood and watched as she finished her hair, soaped herself all over and then rinsed again. At no time did the girl notice her audience. Not until she finished, slid the screen back against the wall and reached for the towel that wasn't there. "Allow me" offered Jordan grandly. "JORDY! JAKE!" she squealed trying to cover her modesty "What if somebody comes?" "Nobody's coming - you said so" said Jake smiling. "Still you shouldn't be here watching me" Michelle spluttered "Take your hands away Mitch" Jordan encouraged. Slowly the girl stood upright, dropped her arm from her breasts and allowed her other hand to slip away from her crotch. "Is that what you wanted" she asked in a slightly peeved tone. "Good start" announced Jake "Do you mind if we dry you?" asked Jordan holding up the towel. The girl scowled at him but then realised that she was shaking her head and that the boys were moving towards her. They were very careful to dry those important little places. Michelle found her breasts almost ringing from the sensation of being dried vigorously. Then she found her pussy afire as the towel was dragged this way and that between her legs. And then, as the first fingers slipped into her and the towel became a discarded prop in the corner of the room she gave in to the sensations building within her and groaned loudly as hands covered various parts of her young body. The doorbell rang and Michelle went to get up from the floor on which she found herself. "Stay!" commanded Jake and then turning to Jordan "Rock, paper, scissors?" Jake chose Rock, Jordan Paper and as Jake went down to deal with the repairman Jordan slipped down to straddle the naked Michelle. He made her orgasm and made her promise not to wear panties before the boy finally allowed the girl to get up and go downstairs in time to pay for the repair. Then, once she had scribbled a note to her mother to tell her what had been the problem and how much it had cost, the boys escorted her down to the field where the twins and Alison were still chatting happily. "Had to wait whilst she had a shower" Jake explained as Alison asked what had taken so long. Then Michelle chimed in with the tale of woe about the washing machine repairs and well before she got to the end Alison had lost all interest. Kyle and Luke hadn't, of course, and within the hour they had found the time to ask about the shower and then, during a 10 minute period when Alison nipped home to run a brief errand the four boys discussed exactly what had happened as Michelle listened and blushed. "So she's not wearing panties?" queried Kyle "Guys!" Michelle interrupted "Show us" snapped Luke "Quickly before Ali gets back." "Do I have to?" she whined Four determined faces stared back at her with a silent answer. Michelle stood and walked a little way from the field gate before unzipping her jeans and folding back the denim to reveal flesh. "Drop your jeans" commanded Luke She sighed theatrically but as she did so she shoved her jeans down her thighs "Sweet" hissed Kyle The group caught up with each other on the Monday morning walk to school. Pavements being pavements they walked in twos and threes and interchanged places as quickly as conversations changed. All was well with the world. Michelle managed to ignore the occasional graze to her backside and, as the group approached the gates, dropped back alongside Jake and headed for their tutor room. "Hey" shouted Jordan as he caught the pair up "The twins have got something to show us in the music room at lunchtime ok?" "Yeah cool" replied Jake Michelle just smiled. The morning sessions came and went and the lunchtime bell finally sprang into its erratic but shrill action at 12.15. Alison was the only member of the group who needed to get food at the canteen, all of the others carrying packed lunches in their rucksacks. And thus, without malice aforethought, the boys found themselves alone in the quiet out the way music room with Michelle. Unplanned though it was, the hormone ridden lads were unlikely to pass up such a chance and al thoughts of a demonstration of a badly played guitar riff were discarded as the girl succumbed to a playful poke and tickle attack. Michelle swatted hands as they attacked her ribs and breasts and twisted and twirled away whenever hands made contact below her waistline. She pleaded for mercy, pointing out that anybody could come down to the music room and was met with laughter and more tickling. Eventually a hand snaked up under her school sweater to cup her right breast in the palm of a young boy's hand. As she fought off another attack to her ribcage Luke managed to get a second hand under her sweater and almost lifted her off her feet as he mauled at her small but firm young breasts. Michelle giggled despite he attempts to look stern and angry and the attack continued. Luke dragged her tee shirt out of the waistband of her trousers and tugged it upwards until his hands slipped past it to her bra. That too was dragged upwards and her breasts were finally exposed to the howling pack. They all had a go then, cupping, moulding, flicking and twisting and the girl writhed her unwilling pleasure. Her trousers were undone and would have come down but for the arrival, timely some might say, of Alison. "GUYS!" she hollered "Let her go!" Much giggling ensued as the boys attempted to look sheepish and Michelle attempted to cover up. "Jeez!" snapped Alison "I could have been anybody. Besides, what were you doing?" "Duh!" replied Kyle "We were groping Michelle!" The rest of the boys collapsed in fits of giggles. Michelle went beet red. Alison turned and left the room. Hat was it for the day though. The group separated and made there way back to normality as best they could. It rained for much of the rest of the week. Trips to and from school were a hurried affair. Once in school Alison stayed close to Michelle and any suggestion of a lunchtime visit to the music room was met with a very stern look from the older girl. At no time did Alison think to talk to Michelle about this "protection". Had she done so the younger girl might, just might, have found the courage to admit how much she enjoyed the attention, to admit that the loss of clothing was a worthwhile price to pay and, maybe, to admit that the feelings that the boys provided were something that she felt almost addicted to. But, as Alison never asked we will never know just how truthful Michelle might have been. Saturday came and went and with it went the rain. Sunday was a glorious day. A day for fields and frolics. Certainly, when the group gathered at the field gate there was much giggling when Luke suggested chasing Michelle across the grass. Much giggling except for Alison who simply told them to "grow up". And thus they sat around and talked and nobody was chased, nobody was caught and nobody had those tingly feelings. Indeed, it was some weeks before the chaperone found herself otherwise engaged and the boys found Michelle giggling suggestively. In fact Michelle had caught sight of Jake and Jordan making their way towards the fields and had run to catch them up. She shared the news that Alison was going clothes shopping and wouldn't be around until after lunch and the boys shared similar news about the twins. Michelle actually caught herself feeling disappointed at the lack of the older two. She wondered whether or not Jake and Jordan would even try to get into her pants and then silently chided herself for being so rude. She need not have worried. As she clambered over the gate Jordan slipped a hand across her buttocks "To help her up" he offered as she stared back at him. And then, almost as soon as the boys joined her on the grass side of the gate, they shared a glance, licked their lips almost as one and as Michelle shrieked they moved. As "luck" would have it the boys didn't catch up with the girl until she was on the other side of the rise and even then Jordan checked their position before encouraging Jake to tackle her. As expected, Michelle was tickled into submission. She was tickled until her sweatshirt came off, until her bra slipped around her waist and until her jeans nestled around her ankles. And then, with a boy on either side and the sun beaming down, she was caressed. The boys gently stroked her nipples to erect peaks and listened carefully to the way her breathing changed before Jake slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her panties and slipped a finger between her waiting lips. Michelle groaned and sighed as the boys played with her body. She had no wish to stop them and, frankly, no will power either. That was how they were found. Two young boys fondling a nearly naked girl in the late morning sunlight. Fortunately, it was Luke and Kyle who found them. The twins had escaped their shopping torment earlier than expected and, finding nobody else at home, had made their way to the field. They had strolled across not certain of finding anybody and then looked on for a few silent moments at the trio on the grass. Even when they approached Michelle didn't notice them, so far along the mystic path was she. Jordan and Jake acknowledged them of course and the twins indicated that they should continue before they set about the important task of removing those last few items of clothing. They gently tugged off her shoes, pulled her jeans free of her ankles and then, as Luke lifted her slightly, Kyle removed her panties and chuckled at the sight of Jake's deeply buried finger. Extra hands joined the fun. Extra fingers probed and twisted. Extra fun was had and Michelle succumbed to her first orgasm of the day. "Sweet!" hissed Jordan as the girl drifted between the conscious and sub conscious planes. "You hear me Mitch?" Kyle asked The girl managed a nod. "You feel this" he asked as two fingers slipped into her now vacant cunt. Michelle made a guttural sound and shifted her hips. "Want me to keep going?" Kyle asked "uh-huh" she managed "Good girl!" he smiled Luke, Jake and Jordan simply sat and watched as Kyle built up a steady urgent rhythm and the girl moved to accommodate and maximise impact. Suddenly he stopped. Stopped completely. Michelle opened her eyes. "Don't stop. PLEASE!" Kyle chuckled and started pounding in to her with two fingers once again. Moments later the female form arched upwards and squealed her delighted pleasure. Shortly after that the boys watched as the girl gathered her clothing and dressed before they trooped back towards the houses for lunch. "New rules" Luke whispered in her ear. Michelle looked at the boy and then at the rest of them as they gathered around her. "What?" she enquired "Wear a skirt after lunch" answered Luke "And no knickers" added Jake Michelle simply nodded. "No bra neither" added Jordan Michelle nodded again. The boys returned to the field after lunch. The twins arrived first with Jake and Jordan turning up a few minutes later. Michelle was nowhere to be seen and for a moment the boys thought that playtime had ended. Eventually though she turned the corner and came into view. Four pairs of eyes examined her as she approached. She wore a green netball skirt in place of her jeans. Nothing else had changed outwardly. She started climbing the gate and Luke held up his hand. "You follow the rules?" he asked She nodded "What's in the bag?" Jake asked pointing at the rucksack slung over her shoulder. "My jeans" she said simply "I couldn't just go change without mum asking questions could I" And then Michelle walked across the field, two boys on either side, anxious to get over that small rise. Once safely out of view she shrugged the rucksack off her shoulders. "Lift up your shirt then Mitch" suggested Jordan The girl hoisted her sweatshirt high enough to reveal her small bare breasts. She grinned at the whistles and whoops from her small audience. "Now lift the skirt" said Kyle slightly hoarsely. Michelle grinned, took the hem in her hands and lifted the pleated skirt high enough to cover her mouth and expose her other lips to their gaze. Michelle had enjoyed two further orgasms and now leaned against Kyle as the group chatted about nothing in particular. Her clothing was, as far as the eye could see, in place and thus, when Alison wandered across the field to the group there was nothing untoward. She did, naturally, notice the way Michelle seemed to snuggle in to the older boy and she did notice a skirt instead of the usual jeans but she said nothing. Simply sat and joined in the general conversation. The conversation turned around and around before Alison made some comment about boys have less brains than girls. It was all in good natured fun of course but Alison knew that she had moved through an unseen tripwire as her eyes flashed between the three boys before her. "You gonna let her get away with that?" asked Kyle from where he sat cradling Michelle between his legs. "Guys!" Alison started as the three other boys started moving towards her on their knees. Alison squealed that kind of "can't catch me but you know I'll let you" kind of squeal and sprang to her feet. Jordan, who was nearest at the time, surged forward, wrapped his arms around her legs and held on as she tumbled back down to earth. "You wanna take that back?" smiled Luke as he looked down on the girl. Alison pulled her arms in close and folded them over her breasts as she stuck her tongue out at the boy. Chaos followed. Jake sat astride her legs whilst Jordan and Jake took an arm apiece and peeled it away from the girls protective embrace. Once exposed her torso was attacked and the giggling rose in the air. Luke pinned her right arm under his knees and thus freed both hands for the assault. Jordan quickly copied the older boy and protests about paid in her forearms were largely ignored. Still she laughed and giggled. Well pinned by various bodies there were always more hands than she could fight off and that delicate flesh between hips and rib cage were attacked without mercy. Luke and Jordan working together, tickled up each side of her body exposing more and more flesh as they did so. "No! Stop!" she heard herself say between giggles. Alison was aware that her bra was now fully on display as the two friends switched between her rib cage and her armpits but she could do little but squirm and squeal. Hands alternated between tickling and outright groping of her bra clad breasts. "No, ....ha, ha ...... no, no more. Shit!" she squealed as one of her bra cups slipped up and off her breast. Fingers immediately found her exposed nipple and a sound somewhere between a cry for help and a laugh escaped her lips. "MICHELLE HELP ME!" Alison squealed There was a brief respite as her call went unanswered and all turned to where Michelle was sat between Kyle's legs. Her eyes were closed as she leaned against the boy and both his hands could clearly be seen moving about under her sweatshirt. Alison took it all in between tickle attacks and then giggled away the embarrassment as hands moved in on her ribs and her tits once more. The other bra cup deserted her and both nipples were twisted and tweaked as she thrashed less determinedly on the grass. Suddenly she was upright. Dragged forcibly into a sitting position and facing young Jake as he straddled her knees. She laughed at him and started to tell him what she was going to do when she was free before she realised why she was upright. Her tee shirt was pulled over her head and left wrapped around her neck. The fingers on her bra strap clasp were adept and it took scant seconds for the garment to hang loose around her shoulders. Then she was back on the ground again, twisting violently as the boys worked the straps off her arms and tossed her bra aside. "Bastards!" she giggled as the hands moved to her engorged nipples. Once again she looked at Michelle and time slowed enough for her to take a good look. Now her head was bent back so that her lips could be attached, seemingly permanently, to Kyle's. Her sweatshirt was up under her armpits and the boy made no attempt to hide his mauling of her breasts. Then time sped up again and she was writhing under the assault on her reddened nipples and bruised ribcage. "Jake take over here" she heard Kyle call. Briefly the weight left her legs and she bucked to try and dislodge the two remaining attackers. She failed and was quickly subdued once more when the more oppressive weight of the older boy replaced Jake on her legs. "Guys!" she pleaded before breaking down to giggles once more. "NO!" she shrieked as his hands unsnapped the top button of her jeans. She squealed something incoherent as the next button was undone and then as the third went she again turned to seek help from Michelle. Time really did stop then. In the instant between that third fly button and her jeans slipping off her thighs she gasped in astonishment as Jake shoved his tongue down the young girls throat and his hand up her skirt. She witnessed her delight as he toyed with one nipple and her horror as her skirt was pushed upwards to reveal the bareness below. Alison had time to see, in almost minute detail, those two fingers pour into Michelle's slit and to witness the shudder of delight that the girl gave in return. Abruptly Alison realised that her hips were in the air, that she had raised them and that, as a result, her jeans were now firmly wrapped around her ankles. Fingers slipping under the crotch of her panties gave her a new fear to concern herself with. She forced her head up to see who it was and found Kyle smiling back as he lay on her legs with his face inches from her panties. She wriggled and she struggled. She struggled and she wriggled. Once again she turned to Michelle who was looking back at her even as Jake pounded her cunt with his two fingers. She saw Michelle smile and then turn back to concentrate on Jake. Alison was aware of the hands gently smoothing her breasts. Aware of the two fingers sliding up and down inside of her. She didn't quite understand where her panties were but that hardly seemed to matter. Lips fastened over hers and she kissed back. Nipples were twisted and tugged and she writhed with pleasure. The orgasm, when it came, was gentle in its rising but destructive in its leaving and the girl lay in the grass trying to catch her breath and come t terms with her nakedness at the same time. The hands were less but not gone. Never gone. She lay back and let the feelings slip past. She savoured the gentle touches, the intimate probing and then, after what seemed like hours or days, she opened her eyes. Luke and Jake were with her, one either side, gently caressing. Alison lifted her head and looked around. Michelle was a few feet away the younger girl had her skirt around her waist. Her shirt was off and being used as a pillow under her head. Her legs were brought up and spread wide and Kyle and Jordan were feasting upon her with lips and hands and eyes. Alison groaned contentedly and Michelle turned towards her and smiled. "Hey guys" she heard Luke say "How about a race? First to get their girl off wins" Shouts of yeah and cool rose from the grass and with a distant feeling of regret Alison realised that she was one of the horses in this race. The pounding that followed was intense. First the boys dragged them side by side. Then they took the time to remove the last vestiges of clothing from Michelle before, on a count of three, going to work. For each girl there was a boy hammering her cunt and another attacking breasts and nipples. Who won. Who cares thought Alison as the boys worked their magic.