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When You're Hot Part 2: The Other Side of Midnight
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
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Teenage Kirsty discovers that the wonders of first-time
sex are five times the fun in company. Although she
always HAD planned to fall back on plan B if necessary,
sometimes plans go awry. If you factor in additionally
a quintet of horny young males - you really DO have
yourself a party! - See Directory 49 for part one.
(MMf, ped, 1st, mast, orgy)
***
Author Note: Apologies to the many readers who have
written-in, despairing of the long delay since my last
story. As explained on the Peter_Pan website, moving my
family in its entirety to America's midwest from
Australia has been a majorly time-consuming exercise
and being without our computer-systems additionally has
made it difficult in the extreme to function either as
an author or as a communicator per se. Hopefully I can
reel in the slack and begin to catch up on the many
sequel episodes due for publication.
***
Even as Mark flung wide the driver's side door, keen
you might say, to negotiate some quality time with the
young auburn-haired temptress so indelicately sprawled
across his two friends in the rear, Julian was heard to
mutter, "Let's take her upstairs guys."
You couldn't fault his enthusiasm!
Needing to maintain at least some degree of perceived
modesty as Mark opened the rear door, Kirsty eased
herself off the men's laps, tugging her panties back up
as she did so. There was little she could do however to
prevent both John and Charles openly groping her
breasts as her rear-end exited the car with some hands-
on assistance from Mark.
"C'mon, behave guys," she giggled, observing as she
spoke, that both men were sporting sub-zip erections of
the spectacular kind. A hot flush coursed through her
body as she realized the potential here for some
seriously inappropriate sexual activity in terms of her
own under-age bodily involvement. Plan B had never been
without substantial risk she knew.
Attempting to slip his hands down the rear of her
panties as she straightened-up, caused her to spin
around once more.
"I said "behave" Mark," she leveled at him, then
looking around almost nervously, added. "Why have you
all brought me here? I have to be home before midnight
or my dad will freak." Trying to cover her breasts as
she spoke, was an exercise in utter futility
"You will be sweetheart," Julian replied, taking her
gently by the arm. "Trust us, we will get you home by
then. In the meantime Kirsty, lets just go upstairs for
a while... you weren't exactly 'complaining' on the way
here were you?"
She blushed deeply which just made her look that much
more desirable if such be possible.
Allowing herself to be led by Julian and Charles, each
having a hold of her hand, they crossed a small hallway
past what appeared to be an ultra-modern kitchen and
ascended the stairs to the upper floor. The view
afforded the other three men in her wake, was
sufficient to engender words of hushed, if not fully
indecent appreciation between them.
Not three-quarters up the staircase and Mark could no
longer control his burgeoning lust. Grabbing the girl
by the hips he pulled Kirsty backwards which caused her
to lose her balance, falling to her knees on the ninth
riser. Thrusting his hand up between her legs whilst
admiring her curvy little bottom in the interim, he
began groping her vaginal area lewdly through her
panties, his own erection approaching the extremes of
desperation itself.
Lust is contagious.
Turning around, thereby seeing what their friend was
doing to the girl, now alternately whimpering and
crying-out in shocked disbelief, it was impossible to
observe those small jiggling breasts and not be moved
to needful involvement oneself.
Despite her protests, Kirsty found herself spread-
eagled, somewhat uncomfortably it must be said, across
the stairs while at least three pairs of hands began
tugging her panties down past her knees. She let out a
squeak of mortified distress as her none-too hirsute
pussy was displayed to the baying hounds on site.
"Oh my God," Patrick muttered. "She looks like a
sophomore!" No-one was arguing the point.
So pre-occupied was she, both visually and physically,
with the digital treatment being afforded her breasts,
nipples, inner thighs and increasingly moist labia, she
failed to notice Mark freeing-up his penile insert.
That is until he crawled into her direct line of vision
and placed the head right at the promised land.
"Pleaase!" she gasped, "You're not gonna rape me now
are you?" Spreading her legs voluntarily it should be
mentioned, did nothing to cement her credibility as a
victim of aggravated sexual abuse.
"Fuck her Mark," John was pleading, one hand idly
squeezing her left breast as he muttered the words.
The girl's status as a virgin was made apparent not
thirty seconds later.
"That hurts," she cried out, even as Mark's erection
barely intruded between those sexy labia. Had Plan B
really been that practical she wondered momentarily?
She might have given the situation further
contemplation had not Mark taken the bull by the horns
as it were and thrust up hard into the young girl right
at that second. No need for a second opinion – her
scream of genuine discomfort and the presence of a not
inconsequential trickle of blood, left no doubt that so
far as any hymen was concerned – hers was now ancient
history.
Probably to the ultimate benefit of both parties, Mark
was thrusting up now so hard into the girl she was
transported to realms of pleasured indulgence which she
had never dreamed might exist. Certainly there had been
pain – still was to a degree, but compared to the
feelings engendered by what this man was doing to her,
it was at the lower end of relevance.
"Jesus..." Mark enunciated and none too clearly at
that. "She is just so tight, you guys won't believe
it." All present, intended to check that one out
thoroughly you may be sure.
With Charles and Julian holding her legs even wider now
and Patrick consigned to the role of masturbator-in-
chief, the visuals were line ball with Mark's orgasmic
progress. He felt the on-set of that final countdown
even as Kirsty began whimpering, her slim hips
thrusting up to meet the invader's determined
incursions.
"Damn you're soo hot Kirsty," Mark stammered. It was
his last coherent outpouring as he began jerking inside
her, spurting deep that which most young girls like to
know they have been responsible for inciting. Barely
cognizant of the hands on her breasts and hips, fingers
pulling her nipples every which way – and even
Patrick's sticky contribution across her lower abdomen
and upper thigh, she felt her own orgasm fanning
outwards in concentric circles.
"So this is what it feels like?" she pondered, both
hands instinctively cupping her seeping pussy - Mark
having withdrawn his withering tool of trade. She felt
herself floating, fully unaware as yet, of the near
carpet-burns across her back consistent with her
inelegant sprawl there on Julian's staircase.
Much as John needed to plough a fresh field he had the
foresight to recognize that in the long-term they might
all – Kirsty especially - be better served doing so in
comfort. Certainly, while the sight of a young girl
being stripped and raped, half-way up a staircase,
generated quite the extremes of passion, his own tastes
ran more to the conventional – raping a girl on a nice
soft bed!
It wasn't 'rape' of course. Kirsty being arguably the
most willing "victim" in the history of sexually-abused
young ladies. Even as John and Charles led her fully
naked to Julian's master-bedroom, her legs still shaky
from their previous exertions, she voiced no objection
as the other three men smoothed their hands across her
breasts, hips and bottom. She found their joint touch
arousing in the extreme and willingly allowed any of
them to kiss her passionately.
It took a while in fact to reach the bedroom!
Splayed-out now on the King size bed, Kirsty's legs
were parted sufficiently that any interested party was
able to catch a glimpse of filmy white residue from
Mark's earlier coupling, seeping from her youthful
vaginal opening. Assuredly it was doing wonders for
John himself who having divested himself of his pants,
knelt now on the coverlet between her legs, sporting an
expression mid-way between hang-dog and Rasputin on a
bad day.
That was swiftly to change.
The sensation derived as his straining erection
negotiated the young girl's post-virginal freeway was
much to his liking. Hers too if the truth be known,
always assuming those gasps of pleasure and up-
thrusting hips were anything to go by.
With her legs spread to the max and those cute light-
brown nipples, erect sentinels on pro-active duty,
Kirsty struck a pose that not only inspired John's
increasingly deeper penetration but which cried out for
the other four's self-therapeutic involvement. Patrick
in fact was frigging himself senseless again, right
alongside her upper chest while Charles had in mind a
smidgeon of sub-abdominal redecoration it appeared.
Mark, invigorated once more, was working the lathe just
centimeters from her left cheek as Julian pumped his
erection in close proximity to her right
breast....heaving little mound, as it presented itself
right about then.
Kirsty lay with her arms high above her head,
disheveled hair fanning out either side of her and more
often than not now, with her eyes closed, wriggling in
lustful pleasure. That which John was doing to her
addled her senses and all she could ponder was how to
prolong the incredible high she was experiencing.
Whimpering aloud "Fuck me harder... please!" was a
realistically positive step so far as that particular
aspiration was concerned.
The outcome was never in doubt. John's orgasm was swift
and decisive. Even as he jerked about like a
marionette, filling the void with hot sticky gel,
Kirsty felt the first of a multi-part orgasm
originating from somewhere between her legs. Whether
the shock wave reached her breasts ahead of Julian's
spurts of hot semen is a mute point – the end result
was a bi-lateral success.
Encouraged visually no doubt by his friend's fully
decadent treatment of so young a girl, Mark found
himself jetting a stream of his own skin-softener clear
across Kirsty's face. The teenager gasped in
justifiable surprise, being fully unfamiliar with so
erotic a sensation. Charle's orgasm meanwhile – fully
triggered by the sight of glistening cum trickling down
Kirsty's cheeks and breasts, emptied his twin
receptacles across her flatlands, leaving a trail of
sticky white indecency all the way from her belly
button to that hot little vaginal mound. Patrick had
cum simultaneously, adding copious amounts of warm DNA
to that already resident across her nipples.
The girl was a mess!
For a while no one had much to say. Kirsty was idly
toying with a glob of procreative gel as it slid down
her left cheek. Knowing she had caused all these men to
ejaculate just made her all the hotter. Her pussy felt
deliciously squishy and she was aware of hot cum
trickling out of her and down her inner thighs.
Somewhat anaesthetized by the men's sexual dealings,
she could have put up no resistance whatever their
immediate intentions.
Julian obviously had specific intentions!
"Get on your knees Kirsty would you?" he asked
hopefully.
She looked up at him quizzically... "My knees??"
"Yes sweetie – your hands and knees." He stammered none
too confidently. "Really, you'll like it. I'm not going
to hurt you - I promise."
Not fully trusting him but too far gone sexually to
argue, she did as he asked, kneeling then center quilt
– the image of beauty if not lustful fantasy. For a
moment they all stared at her. Pronounced hips and slim
legs – the domain of only the fortunate few. Taut yet
proud breasts defining her youthful sex, just partially
hidden by naturally wavy hair that cascaded off her
pretty shoulders. She was a vision of desire – even for
five men just recently drained of their most basic
sexual component.
And then there was that incomparably sculptured rear-
end.
Julian laid a hand on her bottom. "God you are just soo
sexy Kirsty," he whispered, as he began smoothing over
those white-hot curves as the girl flinched perceptibly
– expecting maybe to be spanked. Such a concept had
already presented itself as a most viable opportunity
to Julian but was contained, by virtue of his not
wishing to demean the girl further. Besides he had
alternate plans.
Easing up close behind her, he now placed both hands on
her rear-end and commenced fondling her from hips to
thigh, allowing his hands to inch their way ever
inland. She in turn began wriggling her bottom in
pleasure with the full knowledge of just how sexy an
aspect she was presenting to all on site. Julian's hand
slipped up between her legs and he inserted a finger
deep inside her pussy which was still divesting itself
of the men's semen string by sticky string. Kirsty
gasped as he entered her but maintained her
poise....and pose! John and Charles took the
opportunity to fondle her breasts gently while Patrick
raised her head slightly and began to kiss her.
Kirsty's body was simply on fire with the attentions
being paid her. She couldn't help thrusting back on to
Julian's hand instinctively. Murmuring as the men began
groping her breasts and pulling gently on her nipples.
Her eyes opened wide and she gave a small gasp as
Julian replaced his finger with something way more
substantial.
Even as he slipped into that well-lubricated passage,
Kirsty turned her head, glancing at her much older
partner, an expression of utter satisfaction quite
evident.
"Do you like that?' Julian whispered, thrusting deeper.
If she could have purred, she would have.
"Fuck her senseless," Mark contributed from across the
bed. He never had been noted for his cultural
restraint.
As Julian engaged turbo, John manouevered himself
between the girl's arms and with but the slightest
adjustment, began sucking her right nipple feverishly.
Charles saw no reason not to follow suit. The flow-on
effect for Kirsty was both immediate and dynamic. Never
having been openly suckled, the combined sensation of
the men drawing down on her teats while Julian
penetrated her almost to her cervical buffer was
sufficient to have her crying out in ecstasy –
something you could hardly categorize as being
detrimental to their group cause.
Improbable as you might imagine, but somehow Julian
dredged up reserves of the good stuff that he left as a
calling card deep within the girl's abused pussy.
Kirsty then cried out as another orgasm transported her
to as yet un-traveled realms. Her inflamed nipples
tingled as the outbound tsunami radiated north.
By the time Patrick and Charles had completed their
tours of duty additionally, all six sank to the
coverlet exhausted, Julian's arm resting almost
lovingly across the girl's palpably smooth bottom. One
can only speculate what any filmed recording might have
brought on eBay!
Kirsty recovered her composure first – girls usually
do! Glancing across at the bed-side alarm she saw to
her horror that it was now 12.18 am.
"Look, I really have to go home," she announced – some
might say hopefully! "I am so sore guys," she added
ruefully, patting her ravaged slit delicately.
Luckily for her, the five of them were at heart –
gentleman. Patrick offered to return to the car and
retrieve her clothes and clutch-bag; her panties of
course were still resident on the staircase somewhere.
By the time he returned, Kirsty was hunched up between
them all, hugging her knees and with little or nothing
on show that might be described as indiscreet.
"Thanks," she said, smiling prettily as he tossed her
stuff, including those hot little floral panties, at
her feet.
When no-one moved she looked-up enquiringly. "Um, I
hafta get dressed guys?"
"So, get dressed sweetheart," Mark leered across at
her. The others watched her reaction.
She glanced across at him. "What? You mean like in
front of you all?"
"Well why not Kirsty, you just let us fuck you??" he
replied grinning. One could not fault his logic.
Having no time to argue the point, getting home being
her sole priority, she tossed them all a withering
smile and rescuing her panties, slid them provocatively
back to home base. Ten eyes observed that erotic
journey – they were accompanied one imagines by ten
very dry mouths.
Certainly playing to a captive audience, Kirsty then
retrieved her bra, skimpy little item that it was, and
kneeling there center-quilt, proceeded to wriggle into
the thing taking twice as long as necessary to hook it
up.
"You really are a little slut," Patrick grinned, making
a grab for her arm. They had her breasts out and her
panties half-way down that cute little crack when they
heard someone's cell-phone ringing.
"It's Kirsty's," John said, pulling the flip-top from
her clutch-bag. Trying to preserve a modicum of decency
by holding her bra cups in place with one hand, she
took the phone from her tormentor.
"Oh Dad... yeah I'm so sorry, guess I lost track of the
time." Following what sounded like some in-depth
questioning, she wriggled free of Julian's fingers as
he attempted to slide them beneath the leg of her
panties. "Where am I? Oh just at a girlfriend's place
Dad but its OK I'm getting a lift home in a few
minutes." She shot a glance backwards at Charles as he
started to unhook her bra once more. "Stop it!" she
hissed under her breath.
"Who you talking to Kirsty?" her father asked audibly.
"Ohhh nothing dad, just one of the girls being silly,"
she replied.
More brief conversation ensued and Kirsty covered up
the phone.
"What's the address here?" she asked. "Dad's gonna pick
me up. He doesn't want me getting a lift at this time
of night." Julian told her.
"No just my girlfriend's bro dad," she answered slowly
– the caller apparently asking the origin of so obvious
a male voice.
Some further small-talk and Kirsty closed up the phone.
Several vitally interested parties moved-in like an
army battalion mid exercise.
"No way guys," she giggled, "My dad will be here soon –
sorry I have to finish getting dressed."
Wriggling into her skirt was easy, watching her do it -
even easier. Peeling her stockings back up as she sat
on the edge of the bed however, was not without its
complexity – especially at the point she suddenly found
two pairs of hands insinuating themselves up between
her thighs, strategically in reach of the front of her
panties. She tried tugging the offending items out of
the danger zone but finding herself suddenly pulled
backwards on to the coverlet with the hem of her skirt
hiked up to so indecent a level her knickers were once
more on show... she began crying out to be freed.
Trouble is... the sensation of having so many hands up
her skirt and with their companions beginning to re-
examine the contents of her bra, it made it that much
harder to resist her captors' advances. At the point
John reintroduced his finger to her sublimely wet and
sticky pussy and Mark had managed to free-up her
breasts once again, the game was back at square one.
Unluckily for her they didn't need to throw a six to
begin.
(c) Peter_Pan 2007
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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