Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Usual rules apply....this is my work so please don't claim it as your own. You can download it and share it as you will. This is fiction. I don't condone the actions here. If the prospect of young people playing and exploring in a sexual and, sometimes, unruly way upsets or offends, or if such topics are banned where you are, then read no further. knjfriend (at) yahoo.co.uk - you know the variation needed. The Willows A tale from krisnjamie Part 4 The girls walked home in silence. Becky just knew that her sister had sucked 2 stiff cocks and probably been completely naked tonight. More importantly, she had done this without Becky watching her. It seemed ages since she had been able to spy on her sister and the boys, to slip her hand down the front of her panties and bring herself to orgasm as her sister had both set of lips probed and stretched. Becky was angry. Rachael didn't really know why. They slipped up the side of the house and went in through the kitchen door. They made their way into the lounge to say a quick "hi" to their parents before disappearing upstairs as usual. This time, however, there was another visitor there and the girls were asked to stay. It turned out that this was Mrs Carter. Mother to Aaron and Lizzy from the end house. Aaron was at boarding school and doing very nicely thank you but Lizzy hadn't settled in to her school and the decision had been made to bring her home and send her to the local school. As Lizzy was the same age as Becky the head had agreed to add her to the same tutor group and Mrs Carter was here to ask Becky to show her round the school and maybe even introduce her to some of her friends. Becky, always anxious to please and happy to be distracted from her sexual frustrations, readily agreed. Arrangements were made for Lizzy to walk to school with the girls the following morning. The last day of term was considered an ideal time for Lizzy to find her feet! The last day of term is always a fairly hectic affair. The pupils were much more interested in the impending Christmas festivities than in catching up with any outstanding work. In truth the staff were probably equally uninterested in school work and most lessons degenerated into a round of pranks and gossiping as staff came and went undertaking last minute errands here and there. Lizzy had a great time and, without encroaching on Becky, managed to fit in very well with the group. By the end of the day the two girls had started to form a warm friendship and they chattered incessantly all the way home whilst Rachael walked along behind them. As she fell further back she was joined by Darren and Jason who fell in on either side of her exchanging titbits of gossip and sharing the excitement of the holidays and 2 weeks out of school. Despite the public highway and her sister only being 20 yards or so ahead, each of the boys found the time and nerve to grope a breast through her sweater and Jason even cupped her mound through her skirt very briefly. Rachael hissed at them but really thoroughly enjoyed the attention. "Well Miss Rachael Mason," said Jason in a barely audible whisper. "What's the chance of getting you naked during the holidays?" Just the question caused the girl to suck in her breath. She shot him a stern look. "We'll have to see, won't we?" she said. But she did take the time to reach down and cup each boy's crotch before she sped up to catch her sister and Lizzy. The girls had been home about 10 minutes when the telephone went. It was Lizzy....could Becky come to tea??? The girls muttered between them. Their parent wouldn't be home for another couple of hours and they usually stayed together. Becky was anxious about leaving her sister but finally Rachael promised she would telephone the Carter house if she needed her and that she should go. Moments later Becky was flying out of the door and down Cherry Close towards that end house. Almost before the door had closed Rachael was on the telephone. Thankfully Darren answered. She hadn't worked out what to do if his mother had answered. "Hey Dar. Becky has gone out for tea. Mum and Dad won't be home for a while....um you wanna come round?" She knew the answer just like she knew that she would be as good as naked in a few minutes time. She waited in the kitchen having told him to come round the side rather than use the front door. She didn't wait long before both boys were grinning through the glass at her. She let them in and carefully locked the door behind them. Then it was a free for all with her scrambling up the stairs ahead of the two boys whose sole purpose in life was to get her clothes off of her. By the time she reached the half landing she had lost her jeans and panties and now scampered up the remaining stairs in just her sweatshirt. The boys charged behind, one carrying the jeans and the other her panties. Entering her own room she turned to face them and they bowled over and onto her bed. Darren climbed atop of her and straddled her waist, tickling her ribs whilst Jason took on the more important role of stripping the girl. The sweatshirt didn't last more than a few seconds and once again the boys enjoyed the sight of their naked sex toy. Darren shifted down her lithe body and straddled her upper thighs. This uncovered her pubic area and he promptly started to probe her outer folds, gently at first but in the certain knowledge that he would soon be inserting two or more of his fingers deep within the young girl. Seeing that his friend had that sorted Jason took the time to slip out of his own jeans and underwear and clamber onto the bed at head height. Arching his back he offered his erection to Rachael and she turned her head to accept the tip between her lips. That seemed to be a bit of a stretch though and he soon moved forward so that he was on all fours with his cock hanging directly above the girl. Once he was satisfied that she was in a rhythm he adjusted his balance to free his right hand and reach down to her breasts. He felt her exhale around his erection as he found her nipple and then he felt her quicken her breathing as the first orgasm slipped through her. The boys didn't allow her to rest though. Darren got off the bed. He fumbled around in the coat he had carelessly discarded as he entered the room before removing his own jeans and underwear and moving back to the bed. He sat alongside the girl and encouraged her to part her legs. She didn't need much encouragement. He fingered her some more, building up a rhythm and then, instead of adding another finger as usual, he inserted the tip of a white wax candle. The kind of candle that his mum kept under the sink for power cuts. He slid the wax intruder in and out, gradually going deeper with each stroke. As he did so he watched his friend build to a climax and then witnessed a slight convulsion as his cum shot down Rachael's throat. All the time Darren kept pumping her vagina with the candle. Jason carefully clambered off the bed and came around behind Darren. Without missing a beat he took over the candle ministrations and Darren was free to take his own pleasure with the girls willing mouth. He copied his friends technique and assumed an all fours position, dipping his body to allow her easy access to his aching cock. He found that he could allow himself to rise and fall and that she could manage him probing her mouth deeper. He too noticed as her breathing changed and he turned to his friend, commander of the candle. "Go deep Jase. Go Deep" he said. Jason did just that. Forcefully he plunged the candle deep into the girl. He met an obstruction, he pulled back. He plunged again and the obstruction gave. Rachael gave a cry muffled by Darren's erect cock diving deep into her throat at the same time. Jason pulled the candle out using the protruding wick. He pulled it almost all of the way out before sending it back into the depths with as much force as he could muster. The female body suffering the onslaught bucked. Briefly she tightened her legs together but quickly she reopened them and this time wider than before. 3 or 4 more of the mighty thrusts and Rachael gurgled as a mighty orgasm ripped through her. Her body bucked wildly and in so doing Darren's cock finally found its way past her gag point and into her throat. As soon as he realised he came. She coughed, spluttered and waved her arms around and the boys released her so that she could sit up and recover. For several minutes they sat or lay on the bed. Both boys acutely aware that their girl toy, for that was what she had become, was sat naked, legs spread wide and with a candle protruding from her slick cunt. They grinned at each other. Eventually Rachael had the presence of mind to remember where she was, that her parents would be back at some time and with not nsignificant regret made the boys dress and leave. She kept the candle. Meantime, down at the Carter house Becky and Lizzy had snacked their way through a meal, barely stopping their chat to swallow and were now in Lizzy's bedroom. "Wanna go online and chat to peeps?" asked Lizzy gesturing at the computer in the corner. Moments later the two girls were sat alongside each other as Lizzy logged in to her messenger service. Lizzy scanned down the list of contacts online, picked one, seemingly at random, and fired off.... "Hey bitch how u doin?" The response was almost instantaneous. "Doin fine slutgirl - thanks very much." The messages passed between the two friends quickly with Becky simply watching, stunned by the vulgarity and the names they used for each other. Lizzy seemed to remember Becky sat alongside her. "It's one of the girls from my old school - she's ok - hold on I'll introduce you." "Yo Bitch. I gotta friend wiv me." Eventually Becky was given control of the keyboard and got into the swing for a while but it wasn't long before they ran out of things to say. "Is the slut still there Becky?" asked Caroline... ...(previously only known as the Bitch!) Lizzy took back control of the keyboard and a flurry of exchanges took place. Becky watched as her getting to know Lizzy was explained and as Lizzy tried to provide her online friend with a description of what Becky looked like. Eventually Lizzy stopped typing and turned to Becky. "Hey do you mind if I set up my cam?" Becky shook her head no and then watched a further flurry of messages before Lizzy reached down the back of the desk and pulled up a battered looking webcam by its cable. "I'm not really supposed to use this so I don't leave it lying around," she explained. Moments later two screens flickered to life. One showed the two young friends sitting side by side and the other a blank screen. Lizzy typed another message and the blank screen flickered into existence framing the head and shoulders of a dark haired girl with piercing blue eyes. The message box flashed. "Hey Slutgirl, your new friend is pretty. Get her to stand up and do a twirl for me." Lizzy looked at Becky. Becky stood and turned slowly round in front of the camera and then sat down again. That seemed to be that. Becky was no longer a mystery and thus no longer the centre of attention. Instead for the next 30 minutes or so the 3 girls chatted together about school, clothes and, of course, boys. Eventually Caroline had to disconnect and go and eat and Lizzy and Becky chose to leave the computer at the same time. A little while and a telephone call later and Becky was saying goodbye to Lizzy and heading home, promising to return early on the Saturday morning. Saturday was one of those crisp winter days. There was an early frost on the lawn and the sun had a haze surrounding it. The sisters met up over the breakfast table and chattered together whilst their parents discussed what else needed to be dealt with before Christmas was upon them. After breakfast Rachael announced that she was going for a walk and might go and do some shopping in the town. Becky was immediately suspicious as she knew that her sister had already finished all of her Christmas shopping the previous week. She wanted desperately to hang about and follow her sister in the hope of once again witnessing a clandestine meeting between her and the boys. In her mind she balanced that with the promise she had made to visit Lizzy and, despite the excited tingling between her legs at the thought of her naked sister with a cock in her mouth, the visit to Lizzy won over. Both girls went their separate ways promising to be home or call home before lunch. They parted at the end of the garden path. Rachael turning right and Becky left towards the Carter home. Lizzy answered the door in a bikini! Without waiting to explain to the startled teenager she pulled her new best friend in and shut the door behind her. "Whadya think?" she asked. "Daddy brought it home from his latest trip." Becky laughed. "Don't you think it's a lil cold for a bikini?" "Ah" replied Lizzy with a wink "that's what you think." And taking Becky by the hand she dragged her through the house to the kitchen and pointed out into the rear garden. "What is it?" asked Becky. "A Jacuzzi, spa pool kinda thing. It's heated and everthing. C'mon lets go try it out." "But I didn't bring a costume." "No probs. You can borrow one of mine - we're about the same size." No further discussion was allowed as Lizzy grabbed Becky by the hand and whisked her away up the stairs and into her room. Slamming the door shut she hastened over to a chest of drawers, pulled open one of the smaller drawers and delved inside. She emerged moments later with a handful of bikinis. "So what colour do you fancy" she asked Becky "Um, I don't really know. Are you sure we won't get cold out there?" Lizzy ignored the question and picking out a pink outfit made from a rather shiny material she tossed it across to Becky. "That's one of my faves," she said. "C'mon, get undressed." Becky hesitated, waiting for her friend to leave the room or at least turn her back. Neither happened. Instead, Lizzy perched on the end of her bed, one leg bent underneath her and stared intently at Becky. "C'mon, Becks. Its all girls here and the water is waiting." Slowly, Becky used the toe of one foot to lever her other heel out of her trainer. She reversed the practise for the second shoe. Keeping her eyes on her friend she lifted each leg, in turn, and slipped off her socks. Then, with a little sigh, she crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and tugged it up and over her head. She paused for a second and stood in her bra and jeans almost as if she were awaiting a reaction from Lizzy. If she was she didn't get one. She unsnapped the top of her jeans, lowered her zipper and then shoved the waistband down past her hips to the top of her thighs. Again she looked at Lizzy. Still nothing. Becky pushed her jeans to her ankles and then used her feet to get them right off. Standing on the excess material and pulling each leg free in turn. Again she stopped briefly but realising that there was still no reaction moved quickly to undo her bra and toss it aside as nonchalantly as possible before taking a deep breath and pushing her white cotton panties off her hips and down to the floor. This time when she paused Lizzy gave her a slight smile. Nothing more. Becky picked up the closest piece of material and was a little disappointed to realise that she had picked up the top first. Sorting out the triangles of material she managed to tie the first pair of strings behind her head and was reaching behind her to deal with the back ties when Lizzy moved over and offered to help. A slight unease crept over Becky as she felt Lizzy confidently tying the strings to the bikini top. She reached out and picked the bottoms off the edge of the bed. Trying to hold the front in place she pushed the rear flap between her legs and scooped up the ties on her right hand side. She noticed goosebumps break out as Lizzy allowed her fingers to brush against her ribcage as they sank lower. She waited to see what her new friend would do and was relieved when Lizzy simply collected the tie strings on the left hand side and held them tight whilst Becky concentrated on the other. Becky relaxed visibly as she finished tying that second side and was rewarded by a slap on her bottom and Lizzy dashing down the landing shouting back over her shoulder. "C'mon race you to it." Becky dashed after her friend, down the stairs, through the kitchen and out of the back door. The chill of that December morning hit her like a brick and the coldness of the path on her bare feet was breath taking but she followed on regardless. It was, of course, all worth it when she sank down beneath the heated foaming water and enjoyed the surge of heat which ran up through feet and legs, and onwards to finish just under her chin where the water lapped urgently. "So," said Lizzy, "Did you see my pervy brother staring at your bum then?" "Um no....I didn't know he was about. I didn't see him." "No. You won't see him often. He peeks out of his bedroom window and watches me and any friends. Pervert!" "Oh. I thought that he was quite nice when we met last summer." "Oh he's nice enough - in fact some of my friends have admitted that they would like to see him naked!" The girls giggled together at that before Becky asked, -Well have they? Has anybody seen him naked?" "Naw. I caught him pulling his trunks up a few months ago and got a look a his bare bum but that's all." Replied Lizzy. "Doesn't stop him trying to sneak a peek at me though; and I'm sure he would be trying to get sight of you too. Anyway, enough about my pervy bro, what about you. Who have you see naked??" The girls giggled again and the conversation turned to the boys at school that Lizzy had met on that one and only visit to date. Some were discounted out of hand and some were the subject of extremely lewd comments. Finally Lizzy settled on Darren. "I think I'd like to get him naked," she whispered. "What Darren Loveday. I doubt that you would get him. I think there's a queue. ...and anyways I think he already has somebody." "Becky Mason! You fancy him yourself, or maybe it's you that already has him!" teased Lizzy "No, I don't, well maybe just a bit, but it isn't me. It's someone else." Lizzy seized on that. "You know who it is don't ya. C'mon tell. You have to tell me now." Becky thought for a moment. "You gotta promise not to tell, though." Lizzy nodded vigourously "No" said Becky "Promise!" "I promise not to tell anybody what you are about to tell me. There, will that do?" Becky thought for a moment more and then whispered... "It's my sister." "Your sister? But she's only what 11? Are you sure? Maybe she just made it up." Becky shook her head. "Rachael didn't tell me. I followed her one day and saw them together." "You didn't. Jeez! What did they do?" gasped Lizzy. Becky hesitated again. "You promised right?" she asked her friend. Lizzy nodded frantically. "Well, um, it's not just Darren - Jason goes with them too." "Your kidding right." Becky shook her head no. Lizzy pushed some more "So what did you see?" "Well they usually strip her and touch her - all over." "What.. nude?" asked Lizzy incredulously. Becky nodded Lizzy whistled. "And they touch her. You mean they touch her down there?" Seeing Becky nod once again she went on "Does she touch them? You know, does she touch their..um.. things?" Becky gulped before she divulged this one last secret. This one last huge secret. "She sucks them off." "No way. No fucking Way! Are you sure. Were you close enough to see it all?" Becky nodded. "Tell me about it!" demanded Lizzy. Slowly and with regular encouragement and prompting from Lizzy, Becky detailed that first time when she witnessed her naked sister on her knees in front of the boys in the portacabin. By the time she got to the first time when she had followed them into the woods Lizzy had already undone her own bikini bottom ties and was sliding a finger between her lower lips as she listened to the tale. Noticing this Becky looked around to check that the imperceptible motions wouldn't be recognised from the house before she too undid one side of her own bikini bottoms and urgently inserted a finger into her pussy whilst reliving that particular memory. Lizzy noticed that the monologue had been suspended and she also noticed the reason why. She sidled around and sat next to Becky and then slowly reached across with her spare hand and covered her young friends hand as it delved between her legs. "You carry on with the story. I'll do that." She hissed Becky was unsure but removed her own hand and allowed Lizzy access to her most private area. She waited until she was accustomed to the touch of the girl before she continued, albeit haltingly, to describe various occasions when her sister had been stripped, tied or untied, and had been fed erect cocks and welcomed the boys fingers in her cunt. She also described that first occasion when the weather had overcome her and when Becky had lay on her back, legs spread wide and allowed the hail to bring her to orgasm. That finally did it. Lizzy grunted and leaned forward for a few seconds before recovering and continuing with a much invigorated assault on Becky. Becky came too. For the first time at the hands of another Becky came hard. Very hard. The girls relaxed, letting the water refresh and clean them. Letting their tired minds and bodies recover. Becky spoke first. "I think you must have done that before." It was Lizzy's turn to hesitate - but not for long. "I went to an all girls school." She said it matter of factly. "Tell me" said Becky quietly. Lizzy recounted her first few days at the school. She explained that it was the first time she had been away from home without her mum and that she was both shy and homesick. "For those first few days I crept along with my head down and didn't talk to anybody. Everybody else had been there for at least 2 terms before and I was the new girl, the late joiner. I didn't know anybody and I didn't want to. The first weekend that all changed. Effectively, we were left alone from supper time on the Saturday evening until breakfast on the unday. The teachers accepted that we might get a bit wild and nobody interfered as long as it wasn't too noisy. I was in the bathroom cleaning my teeth when they grabbed me. The 3 girls I shared with and 4 or 5 others from the same floor. They carried me into the dorm, tied a piece of cloth around my mouth so I couldn't make too much noise and then stripped me of my pyjamas. They used my own pjs and some scarves to tie me to my bed and then they all took turns playing with my tits or sticking their fingers into me." This time it was Becky who reached over. She slipped one finger along Lizzy's slit and whispered for her to go on. Lizzy leaned back to enjoy the sensation for a few seconds and then continued. "They made me come 3 times before they took the gag off and then, before they untied me, one of them clambered on top and made me taste her whilst the others carried on pumping fingers in and out of me until I came again. After that I was one of he gang. I got the nick Slutgirl because I was always the first to hit on any new girls and always willing to deal with a friend in need. Now, just concentrate on what you are doing." ...And she lapsed into silence. Becky continued with her task, gradually building up speed the way Lizzy had done with her and was eventually rewarded with a guttural purring as an energetic climax sped through Lizzy from head to toe and back again. The sound of Mrs Carter calling them in brought the girls out of their reverie. Becky almost clambered straight out on command but was stopped by Lizzy who reminded her that her bottoms were untied. Becky sank back into the water to retie the strings before following her friend out of the pool and hurriedly inside where warm towels greeted them. "Your father and I have to go out and do some last minute bits and Mr & Mrs Mason have invited you up for tea so I suggest that you girls get dressed and wander up the road for a while. We'll give a call when we get back." 20 minutes later and the girls were chattering loudly as they entered the Mason home. Mrs Mason was there and welcomed them in, offered hot tea and cake and then packed them away up to Becky's bedroom to play. Lizzy glanced around the room. "Hmm, pity you don't have a comp; we could chat online" Becky laughed. "You only live up the road" "Yeah, but online we could chat at night and stuff." "ummm. Well things have been a bit hard. Dad was out of work for a long time." "Hey lets go see if your sister is in." The girls toddled along the landing and Becky knocked lightly on her sisters door. No response. She pushed the door open and lead Lizzy into the room. "So," said Lizzy, "do you think they have done it here?" "No I wouldn't think so," said Becky absently. "But I bet they are right now." With that the girls hurtled back to Becky's room and at some unheard command dropped their jeans and reached out to touch each other. They stood facing each other, legs slightly apart, taking turns to recount a tale of what would be happening to Rachael right now. They came close together and well before Mrs Mason walked into the room with more food and drink. By that time they were lounging across the floor flicking through books. As Becky had turned left to go and meet up with Lizzy, Rachael had turned right - seemingly heading out of the estate and towards the shops. As she reached the corner she did, indeed turn towards the main road and then crossed, waited for a few minutes and cautiously walked back into the estate. Confident that nobody had noticed she moved quickly past Cherry Close and on up the street. She paused outside of Jason's home. His father was washing his car outside but a conversation that she overheard between him and Jason's mother convinced him that the boys were not there. Darren's house looked empty and deserted. She knocked anyway. No answer. Of course it was possible that the boys were out shopping or something. No plans had been made to meet up. She headed up towards the building site but that too was deserted. Turning to retrace her steps she finally saw two boys on two bikes racing up the street towards her. They caught up with her just inside the security barrier, such as it was. "Hop on," invited Darren. Rachael hitched her skirt and climbed onto his saddle. He stood up in the pedals and pushed hard and was soon chasing Jason across the site. "Where we going?" shouted Rachael. Darren just laughed. Reaching the edge of the site the bikes were tossed into the ditch as the three clambered though the wire fencing and into the woods beyond. They looked back, of course, but nobody else was about today. It was too cold for most of the kids to be out and too close to Christmas or adults to be wandering around. Pretty soon they got to their clearing. Pretty soon after that the boys were pushing Rachael to each other, kissing her, feeling her up and then pushing her to the other one. The 11 year old loved all the attention but didn't plan on getting cold and so spun away whenever hands tried to undo clothing. "Keep her warm Dar. I'll be back in a minute." Shouted Jason as he sprinted off. Darren and Rachael watched him go and then resumed their kissing and playing. With no interruptions from having to share the girl Darren was able to concentrate and Rachael was benefiting from that concentration. Darren was sat on the fallen tree stump. Rachael was stood in front of him, between his spread legs. Her heavy winter coat was open her skirt was pulled up at the front and tucked into her waistband and Darren was slowly, ever so slowly, working her panties down her thighs. The sound of Jason returning, crashing through the undergrowth, startled them for a minute and Rachael quickly tugged her underwear back into place and unhooked her skirt before realising who it was. Once she identified him she resumed kissing Darren and lifted his hands to encourage him to continue. Jason came up behind her, lifted her coat and skirt in one motion and applied cold hands to the naked flesh of the back of her thighs. She squealed and turned to hit him but Jason was ready for her and grabbed her wrists. "Ok Dar. Time to strip her" he said. "No way guys" said Rachael "It's too cold for that" "Yeah right" replied Darren as he slipped her coat off her shoulders. "You can wear the coat but nothing else." The girl continued to protest but allowed her sweatshirt to be tugged over her head, her new bra to be clumsily undone and tossed aside and then her skirt and panties to follow suit. "You wanna keep the shoes on?" asked Darren as he handed her back her coat. Rachael nodded. "Tough" said Jason from behind as he grabbed at her wrists and started tying them together behind her back. That's where he went, she thought, to get rope. Her hands tied securely behind her she stood still as each boy took up position inside of her coat, one on each side. This was fun, all cuddled together. Seconds later she was on her back amongst the leaves and her shoes and socks were roughly tugged off. "Jason!" she yelled. He helped her back to her feet, only to shove the coat off her shoulders and force it down towards her wrists where it served to amplify the bonds that already held her. "That's better" he said admiring the virtually naked girl "Now kneel" "Fuck you" spat Rachael. "I told you I didn't want to strip now untie me. I'm going home." The boys looked at each other. Rachael had never fought back before and Darren was inclined to untie her and forget it all but Jason had other plans. "No probs Rachael. If you wanna go home go. BUT I'm not untying you and we will take your clothes home for you." "You wouldn't dare now fuckin untie me." She shouted. At a signal from Jason Darren joined in the collection of the girls discarded clothing and then started walking away from the clearing towards the boundary with the building site. "No wait", said Rachael, "let me go. C'mon guys", she pleaded. Jason stopped and turned towards the girl. "I want my cock sucked and so does Darren." Rachael hesitated but she wasn't ready to give in just yet. The boys resumed their walk with a barefoot Rachael hobbling along behind. She knew that they would give in soon. They just had too. Rachael was nearly in tears when they reached the boundary wire. She hung back in the treeline to make sure nobody could see her. Jason turned again. "Last chance Rache. You gonna suck us off or walk home like that?" Rachael only hesitated for a moment. "Ok come back to the clearing and I'll do you both." "No Rachael. We have come this far you can do it here." "Fuck off. I might be seen." Jason let out an exaggerated sigh and made for the fencing. "Ok Ok. Just wait there." And Rachael hurried from the trees and dropped to her knees in front of Jason. The boys tossed their respective pile of clothes to one side. They stood side by side, at least partially blocking the view of the young girl, virtually naked on her knees before them. "Make it good Rach." Said Jason as he unzipped his jeans and tugged out his already erect cock. With a look of pure hate Rachael bent to her task, licking all around the head before sucking the tip into her mouth and then, gradually, taking in more and more of the erection that she knew so well. By the time Jason started bucking his hips and driving into her throat Darren had released his own erection and was stroking it quietly whilst he waited for his friend to finish. He didn't have to wait long before he noticed Rachael's eyes bulging and her swallowing hard. Jason pulled out of her mouth and guided her head to his friend. Darren held her gently and encouraged her to start. She wanted to take a breather but the second cock was pushed past her lips and the show went on. Darren took even less time than Jason, but he produced more, and the girl was left with trails of creamy white fluid escaping from the corners of her mouth. The boys helped her to her feet. Then they pulled her coat up around her shoulders, collected her discarded clothing and went on to the fence. "Wait up guys", she pleaded, "let me go huh." "Soon, Rache. Now hurry up before somebody comes along." And with that Jason slipped between the wires of the fence and dropped into the drainage ditch below. Darren waited and held the wires open for Rachael who, after some consideration, decided that she had no choice but to follow suit. The boys collected their bikes and the trio made their way across the site towards the portacabin. Rachael was acutely aware of the cold and the fact that her coat was flapping open advertising her lack of clothing to anybody looking. Fortunately nobody was about. They made the cabin and piled inside. Despite the lack of heating and the holes in the windows it was considerable warmer inside and Rachael started to feel warmth return to her feet and legs. The boys led her to the desk that they had used so often. On command she bent over the desk. By this time she wasn't surprised to see the crotch of a pair of jeans in front of her head. A rope was passed around her neck and then back under the desk where it was tied to one of her ankles. Then she felt her hands being untied and relaxed a little. She shouldn't have. As her hands became free the coat was tugged off. She struggled to get up but with the tie around her neck she was pinned to the desk and had little chance of escape. Pretty soon her hands were captured and again tied, this time individually and to the desk legs. Now then she was tied in almost a crucifix position. Next she felt her ankles being tied. The rope around her neck came loose and instead was used to secure her ankles to the other desk legs. They stretched her wide, or at least as wide as they could and for the first time in many months Rachael felt embarrassed at her lack of clothing in front of the boys. As she had expected fingers crept under her body and found her outer lips. Two fingers slid easily into her and she was surprised at how wet she was. Totally helpless but seriously turned on. Jason's face appeared in front of her. She smiled at him and he grinned back. She let him slip his fingers into her mouth and she tasted herself. So it was Jason who had tested her wetness just now. He withdrew his fingers just as Darren started reaching under with his own fingers. He was trying three fingers, god it felt good, Jason was talking to her and she was trying to concentrate - to understand. "Rachael, we wanted to give you something special for Christmas" he said "but we don't have any money" "That's ok", she told him, "I love you guys playing with me." "Glad you like the present Rach." He whispered as he kissed her forehead gently. She relaxed into the rocking motion that Darren was building with his fingers. "God he is reaching deep." She thought. The weight of Darren above her, the thickness of the intrusion and the depth of reach conspired to provide her with information at one and the same time. She was being fucked. Darren was fucking her. Her eyes flashed open and found Jason's. "You can't do that to me" she whispered "Yes we can Rachael. Happy Christmas." He added before he stood and wandered around behind her. She was left with her thoughts. -Was she being raped? It didn't hurt. Was this bad? - And her thoughts were being superceded by feelings... "Oh God this can't be happening. - And then -Please don't stop." ...And then loudly "fuck me Darren, fuck me." That was more than enough for the teen and with one last supreme effort he thrust as deep as possible and erupted into the girl. He pulled out quickly leaving her feeling violated and lonely at the same time. She wasn't lonely for long. Once he had found his target, Jason held her hips and forcibly pulled himself into her using his strong arms as well as using the thrusting power of his legs. The girl was being ground into the desk but she really didn't care. This was wonderful. Her climax came unannounced. She was totally unprepared and yelled out loudly, writhing around the desk as much as her bonds would allow. Jason climaxed too. He too thrust deep inside of the young girl and let loose his boy seed before pulling out of her unceremoniously and slapping her bare bottom with his hand as he turned away. Having recovered themselves and adjusted their own clothing the boys released their captive and helped her to dress. Then they walked her home. Or at least to the end of her road where they each gave her a gentle kiss and wished her a Merry Christmas before departing towards Darren's home. Rachael was unusually quiet that evening. Even her father noticed. "Just tired and excited Dad" she explained when he finally asked if she was ok. "Christmas always does it. I thought you might be getting a bit old for all the tinsel by now." He replied patting her head as he left her in front of the TV. At 9.30 he carried his sleeping daughter upstairs, helped her out of her jeans and sweatshirt and bundled her into bed.