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When You're Hot
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Some girls need affection, others need a whole lot
more! For sixteen-year old Kirsty, it wasn't so much
that she had "never been kissed," more a case of "seek
and ye shall find." (M+/f-teen, ped, 1st, mast, orgy)
***
No one could fault her upbringing, Kindly and attentive
father, supportive mother who if anything, erred on the
side of conservatism She got on well with her siblings
- an elder sister and younger brother. Neither of whom
had set a foot wrong in their journey through
adolescence.
She dressed tastefully, mixed in acceptable social
circles and was altogether a credit to her parents, not
to mention Braidwood High that she attended in Boulder
County
The only vague disquiet on the Western Front were those
infuriating little hormones. Having turned sixteen now,
Kirsty was "hot" 24/7 - it was a real curse. Waking up
with her hands in her panties was now a regular event
as was her newly-found propensity to trawl porn sites
on her home computer - erotic story posts especially.
Problem is, it just made her hotter. Reading about
young girls making out with their brothers, their
brothers' friends - even their fathers, just made her
want to experience such things first hand...as it were.
She knew boys at school found her attractive, it was
just a matter of orchestrating her own little sex-ed
class.
Her first foray into the realms of the erotic was not
entirely fulfilling.
Eric Lander at sixteen was something less than Rhett
Butler let's say. As keen as her to encroach upon the
hitherto unexplored playing fields, his modus operendi
left a lot to be desired.
"Ouch... take it easy," Kirsty implored as the boy's
hand groped her right breast with raw enthusiasm rather
than any sense of respectful gentility. Wedged beneath
the moveable stairs in the main hall wasn't without its
discomfort either.
"Sorry Kirsty," he muttered, almost perspiring in the
confined space. Attempting then to balance his
amateurish kissing technique with some less invasive
breast therapy, he became aware of needful changes
taking place in the area of his crotch as might any
schoolboy handed such sexual latitude with so
apparently willing a teenage girl.
The sensation of having her breasts touched for the
first time almost made up from Kirsty's perspective at
least, for the indelicate treatment being meted out to
them. She could feel her nipples hardening all the same
and at the point the boy summoned up the courage to
slip is hand down her top and actually inside her
bra... she gave a small yelp of semi-pleasured
surprise.
"I didn't say you can feel me up under my clothes," she
giggled, yet making no attempt to dislodge his fingers
from their tour of duty. It was at the point both of
them discovered the pleasures inherent in nipple
manipulation that things took a turn for the better.
The kissing became more impassioned, the groping more
daring, she even let him undo a couple of buttons of
her school-dress which bringing the visuals into play
additionally, decidedly upped the ante for young Eric.
Able to see what he was now molesting with what you
might term 'committed' vigor, quite stirred the lad's
fantasies. Crotch-wise, things were on the up and up -
Eric needed more!
Initially embarrassed as all hell, far from regretful
at allowing her classmate to extricate her undeniably
sexy breasts from their padded restraints, she rather
liked the sensation of having them fully on show as
they now were and very obviously stimulating her young
partner's arousal. She had an overwhelming urge to slip
her hand in her panties but retained the presence of
mind to recognise that such might not be the most
appropriate of actions. Besides - surely Eric himself
would make that his own game plan, sooner rather than
later?
Whether the boy lacked the necessary confidence to
engage any up-skirt action or he was gripped suddenly
by a fear of the unknown is anyone's guess. All Kirsty
knew is that despite wriggling her hips invitingly,
even to the point of parting her legs just enough to
ensure that the hem of her dress rose enticingly up her
thighs - Eric's hand remained a no-show. "This never
happened to any of the girls in those stories," she
thought to herself, bitterly disappointed by the turn
of events...or rather lack of events.
Calling time-out from what amounted now to little more
than Eric's primitive lip suction, she pulled the boy's
hand out from her bra, manoeuvered her breasts back on-
site and doing-up the buttons of her school-dress, told
her disbelieving partner that she "had to go home."
"Definitely time for Plan B," she told herself.
As is the case with most sixteen-year old girls,
dressed-up to the nines and with some professionally
applied mascara, eye-liner and lipstick, no-one would
doubt they had reached the age of legality. Being in
possession too of her older sister's ID, put the issue
firmly beyond question. Exactly what the doorman at the
Regency Club on Dorchester was thinking as he handed
Kirsty back her ID, was made clear as his eyes took in
every rearward curve of the young girl, as she
navigated the stairs to the reception area behind him.
So sure was she that he was watching her, she swung
those sexy little hips with exaggerated tease.
Walking with what might have appeared to be entrenched
confidence to the nearby Victory bar, she ordered a
diet Coke and seated herself at one of the small tables
along the far wall. Inside, she was anything but
'together' almost trembling with the knowledge she was
placing herself in a situation way beyond that which a
sixteen-year old schoolgirl was realistically equipped
to handle. Still, she reasoned - that was Plan B wasn't
it?
"Hello Miss," interrupted her reverie. "Don't suppose
you would like some company by any chance?"
Looking-up at the speaker, she rather liked what she
saw. A clean cut young man in a business suit - most
likely in his early twenties. She smiled at him, "Well
actually I was just waiting for a friend." She replied.
"Male or female?" he asked tentatively, his preference
quite obvious.
"Just a girlfriend," she giggled.
The young man looked relieved. "My name's John," he
said holding out his hand.
"I'm Kirsty," she replied, "Pleased to meet you."
"Look, I'm just here with a few guys from work," he
indicated a table the other side of the lounge area,
where four men of a similar age were sitting and
chatting animatedly. "Would you like to come and sit
with us for a while - just till your friend arrives
anyway," he added hopefully. "They're all nice guys
Kirsty - you're really quite safe." He reassured her.
She looked up at him. "Might this perhaps be pushing my
luck?" she wondered, though with little intent of
declining the invitation.
Four pairs of eyes appraised the well-defined
attributes of the young girl as she drew nearer the
table. The low-cut top, well fitting skirt (brief as it
was) stockinged legs and subtle make-up, merely
enhancing the overall appeal. There was at once, a mad
scramble to find her a chair. Introductions completed,
all present wanted to know where she lived, worked etc.
"Just in my second year at Uni actually," she lied
effortlessly. Knowing sufficient details of her
sister's syllabus, she was able to field questions
about her courses and University life with ease.
Inevitably, the question of her having a full-time
boyfriend arose. She bypassed that one with a coy "No
special person yet" admission. You could have heard the
collective sighs reverberate around the table.
"Can we get you a drink Kirsty?" enquired the young man
who had introduced himself as Mark a little earlier.
Agreeing to a bourbon and Coke, she watched bemused as
he tried unsuccessfully to carry an armful of drinks
back to the table, before accepting an offer from the
barman to take a tray.
Well behaved the group certainly was, though what
thoughts they must have been harboring as Kirsty
negotiated her third bourbon and Coke can only be
guessed at. A couple of the men had dragged their seats
either side of her and the rest were performing their
very best puppy-dog imitations.
Though far from drunk, the alcohol had greatly lowered
Kirsty's inhibitions whilst heightening her
flirtatiousness. Not a man there could wrench his eyes
from her cleavage - nor would she have wanted them too
if the truth be known.
Once the likelihood of any 'girlfriend' turning up
became suitably remote, the group became even more
attentive. Mark even seized the initiative at one
stage, touching the girl on the arm one or twice for
emphasis during the conversation. Her acceptance of
such familiarity was doubtless noted by the other four.
Halfway through her fourth glass, Kirsty was, if not
partially inebriated, then 'happy' by anyone's
standards, giggling at the slightest provocation and
with a severe list to port.
"Think I'd better be on my home," she semi-slurred.
"Had way more than I should," at which point she
generated a spontaneous little 'hic.'
"Hey, we can drop you home Kirsty," chorused three or
four offers simultaneously. Mark's the most poignant.
Wedged between John and Charles in the back of the Town
car they helped her on with her seat belt. If the
momentary contact with the underside of her breasts by
the back of Charles' hand was anything but
'accidental,' he carried it off well. She felt a blush
rising but said nothing. Suddenly she felt the mere
schoolgirl she really was, the imminency of so many
young males, exciting her as much as the risky
situation at hand.
They rode for maybe a mile without conversation, then
feeling obliged to make some comment, she turned to
John just as he inclined his head towards her. It was
as it happened just a brief kiss - a teaser if you
will, but given the confined space in that car, the
alcoholic over-ride and the blueprint that Nature set
down eons ago, it wasn't to stay brief.
Not even bothering to resist, she let him kiss her
again, a lot more passionately this time - his heart
was really in it. She felt a hand grasp her arm and
turning her head, had time for but a fleeting gasp of
surprise before Charles' lips closed over hers. His
kiss was longer and deeper and she felt herself
floating with the outgoing tide - maybe it was
incoming!
"Nooo," she mumbled, breaking off from Charles' lips,
not really wanting to but feeling the obligation to at
least dislodge John's hand from her breast.
"Let me Kirsty," he muttered, "You really are so hot. I
promise I won't hurt you."
With Charles guiding her wonderfully sexy little lips
back to his own mouth and her own hormones running on
super-high octane themselves, she managed but a fully
non-committal sigh and sank back against the car's
upholstery. Re-establishing contact with her breast,
John began fondling the softness beneath which caused
Kirsty to murmur in between kisses.
"Hey, cut that out guys," Mark yelled, having noticed
the trio's performance in the car's rear-vision mirror.
"That's so totally unfair on us three here," he
bewailed.
"Keep your eyes on the road Mark," John chided him.
"We're just making sure she doesn't go to sleep," he
laughed.
Kirsty was feeling many things, not the least of which
was total disorientation. Kissing both Charles and John
alternately now, she felt both their hands on her
breasts and the sensations afforded them was making her
gasp with escalating pleasure. Her sense of self-
preservation dulled by both the alcohol and the shared
kissing, she allowed them the latitude they needed to
maul her young breasts every which way.
Even when John seized the initiative and slipping his
hand down her top began kneading her small nipples
between his thumb and forefinger, she began to wriggle
involuntarily on the seat, unaware of the fact this was
causing her hem-line to inch higher. So far as being
molested was concerned, Kirsty had no illusions now
that two men's hands down her breasts were a vastly
more effective proposition than a sixteen-year old
schoolboy's clueless fumblings.
It was Julian's imploring "Get them right out guys,
lets see her nipples," that re-aligned the playing
field. Leaning over the front seat decidedly the worse
for wear alcoholically, he nevertheless could still
recognise a searingly hot opportunity when it presented
itself - especially one supposes, in the back seat.
Still with sufficient awareness to gauge her
predicament, Kirsty grasped at her top with a shrill
"Nooo, don't undress me," as John endeavored to free up
the top few buttons of her blouse. Her resistance was
half-hearted though and with Charles kissing her
senseless, she just melted between them and permitted
their hands free rein. Pulling aside the gaping
material, Kirsty's bra was fully exposed now and
slipping a couple of fingers each, beneath the bra cups
themselves they tugged the somewhat skimpy little
protector sufficiently high that her breasts were fully
exposed to all but Mark who was finding it increasingly
difficult to concentrate on his driving skills.
"God she looks like a young schoolgirl," Julian almost
wheezed. Had he known the truth he would have alighted
from the car at the next stoplight. The fact is though,
her breasts did look like those of a rather young girl
- mind you, no-one was complaining.
Right that second, Charles lowered his head and began
suckling her left nipple. She felt what might have been
a sharp electrical discharge, yet was powerless to stop
a small moan from escaping her lips, even as the shock-
wave travelled the highway south, right to the buffers
between her legs. She would have been no more able to
back-out at this juncture than she could translate "Hey
Jude" into Japanese.
Occasionally one sees things when out driving that make
it all worth while. So it was for the occupant of the
grey Camry as it pulled up for the stop light at
Eastern and Rockwell. Cursing his luck in missing the
light, the middle-aged driver let his gaze wander to
the car on the right. Able to make out clearly the
young girl wedged between her two male companions in
the rear set, he had a momentarily perfect view of her
exposed breasts and the fact that the man on her right
was sucking her nipple with undisguised relish. Given
additionally that her co-partner appeared to be pulling
and fully mistreating her left nipple while two other
men leaned across from the front seat intent on further
mischief, it is no surprise that he had barely mouthed
the words "What the F---?" when the Lincoln accelerated
through the intersection leaving him doubting his
sanity
Whether they had ever intended to take her home first
is a moot point. When a young girl is riding in the
back seat of a car willingly with five men, two of whom
have her breasts out sucking her nipples silly, then
you gotta be thinking at the very least a temporary
stopover. Julian certainly was when he muttered, "C'mon
guys lets take her back to my place, it's just a
fifteen to twenty minutes from here."
Suckling a young student was certainly paying dividends
for John's libido but the real prize he knew lay but
inches distant, up inside the hem of that sexy little
skirt. Figuring to take the offensive, he kissed her
with even greater passion, at the same time slipping
his hand well up between the girl's thighs.
The sensation of the young man's hand against the
inside of her leg as it worked its way further within
the forbidden zone should have set alarm bells ringing.
All it did though was make her hotter than hell and
other than a brief "Noooo, please not there" which
achieved nothing but an increase in each participants'
desire, she merely spread her legs wider.
Reaching her panties, John was one happy little
Vegemite. ('Aussieism' for the benefit of North
American and European readers. It pertains to the
satisfaction a child derives from munching on a yummy
vegemite sandwich)
Kirsty's earlier embryonic moans now assumed a more
permanent state of outbound pleasure as both men began
rubbing her panties in earnest, taking turns to
delineate the lips of her pussy the full depth between
her legs. She knew she was wet - they most assuredly
had discovered the fact too!
Moaning like a total slut, that for all intents and
purposes she was right that moment, Kirsty had her legs
spread to the maximum that tight little skirt would
allow, her cream colored panties on full view as both
men rubbed her pussy and felt her up from neck to knee.
Still letting them kiss her passionately, all she cared
about was prolonging this attention to her body just as
long as she could. Whether she was on the way home or
to the nearest Motel she really didn't care.
"Oh Jesus," Julian was muttering, his body contorted
across that front seat along with Patrick's beside him,
as they took in the awesomely arousing sight of the
young girl's degradation just four feet away.
Exactly what psychological damage was done that day, at
the point they drew up level with a packed school-bus
on the freeway may never be known. Several sixth-grade
girls on the right hand side however had their hands to
their mouths in total shock as they caught a fleeting
glimpse of John's hand sliding its way inside the near
naked girl's panties, sufficient that a crop of the
teenager's dark pubic curls were visible to the young
schoolgirls. One presumes the driver was spared any
such distraction since the bus remained wholly within
its lane at all times.
Inside the Lincoln, everything to Kirsty was little
more than hazy now. The cumulative effect of those four
bourbons had conspired to blot out any and all
resistance. The hands caressing her breasts, sliding
inside her panties and beginning now to finger her,
were driving her crazier by the minute. Both Charles
and John were harboring erections that might have done
John C Holmes proud, and even as Mark took exit 48 that
ran directly into Pinewood Drive, they had Kirsty
across their knees, unzipping her skirt with frenzied
deliberation. Clad only in her panties and breathing
heavily, having Julian reaching across and fondling her
ass lewdly was just the icing on the cake. She wiggled
her rear-end in appreciation of their collaborative
efforts.
Moments later the car swung into 22 Pinewood and even
before the automatic door had closed behind them,
Charles and John had those sexy little panties down to
her knees.
Plan B had been nothing short of inspirational she had
to admit!
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