("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- When You're Hot Part 2: The Other Side of Midnight by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com) *** 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 "The Best of Peter_Pan" anthology now available at: http://www.lulu.com/content/679070 Please visit also, the Peter_Pan website: http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/intro.html *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 50