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(mf- teens, 1st) *** My first days in high school were confusing, it was my first term and all the older students looked down at all of us gals. It was natural for us youngest ones to hang together, no one else would hang with us. We still weren't into dating. More Cokes and talking, giggles and French Fries, Only a few of us were old enough to drive. It wasn't long before I had other people to "hang" with, older boys who liked my shape and looks. I was naive and so were many of the older boys, we felt our way into relationships. The big thing was that most of them had cars. I liked being seen by the first termers in a nice car with an older boy. I soon learned there was a price to pay for the ride! He and I would ride to school in the morning, the younger girls were jealous, it was the going home part that educated me, as it were, in some interesting things. My first date in High School was to a drive-in movie, it was a warm October night and we had the top down. I wore a little sun dress with spaghetti straps, we had some pizza from the little store at the drive-in and sat back to enjoy some very dull movie, after the pizza and trying to be interested in the story I laid my head back and looked at the dark sky, My date, Marty, took my hand, I leaned my head on his shoulder and my lessons began. He kissed me, a little peck, and I smiled, and crossed my legs, protecting myself, then he slid me down on my back looking straight up at the stars and at him, he petted my cheek. "You're pretty," he said and I closed my eyes and stretched out along the seat. He lifted my head in another kiss and held the back of my head, kissing and kissing. He wouldn't even let me breathe for a minute or two. I opened my mouth for a gulp of air and he was back at me again, his hand caressing my arm along to my waist. I lifted my knee in another protective move and his hot hand was at my thigh. His dick was hard against the back of my head. I didn't know what was next. Next was his fingers at my leg and around and between, pressing my panties. I sat up, was wide awake, the movie was suddenly interesting again, Marty straightened himself and we were a good boy and girl in the warm night. Then the door opened and in popped Marty's best buddy, Seth. "Hey you guys," he said, "Any pizza left?" He slid in, pushing me to the middle. I was the center of a boy sandwich! That broke the ice and I relaxed, pizza from the back seat, cold but okay, and Seth pulled out a slice and opened a soda, This was more like it, no pressure on me, "It's a double date," Seth said, "just with double guys. What more could a girl want? Huh!" he laughed. We all did. Back to the movie, but not for long, it was really bad. You see, with Seth on one side and Marty on the other my legs were up on the transmission rise between the seats, between these two guys, and, Damn!, my dress slid a little down my knees, I pushed it back up and it came down again, what to do but to spread my legs on either side of the transmission, my lessons were beginning in earnest. Marty kissed me again, right in front of Seth, and his arm ran down mine, I came up for air and looked away, right at Seth who kissed me, too. I started to squirm. It was like Seth and Marty were making each other very brave. There were cars all around us, I was speechless and scared to yell out, Seth pulled my leg across his and Marty did the same, I was a clam, opened, squirming but silent as my shell was apart, kisses on my lips whichever way I turned, I put my head back and slid away. This was a BIG mistake as my legs opened more, my hem slipped more toward my waist, "Nice panties," Seth said. I gulped as he slipped his hand underneath, the clam shell open for his business!, more kisses, some movie music in the background. Marty turned up the sound. "Hey," said someone in a nearby car. "Turn it down man!" And he did. The actor on the movie screen was saying something, what was it? "Don't do that! Don't! Don't!" Ah, the voices of that night in the dark in the warm, warm night, I bucked at my waist, with all the commotion, the speaker sound, the two guys, the finger fucking was taking its effect, I grabbed that awful hand at the wrist, "Don't do that!" I said. The actor was saying those words, more kisses and fingers and I had lost myself. I still had my panties on but they were pushed aside. Marty was at my neck, Seth at my cunt, I was an instrument being played, legs splayed. "Don't!" I said again, quietly and I held on to that wrist feeling its motion, grabbing with my other hand and pulling it into me, I was a two finger, ah, now, a three finger slut and slutting in the middle of a crowded drive-in on a hot night. It was the wrong thing. Absolutely wrong and I felt guilty about my love of nice cars and boys and things like that. Now, now, now, a won, ah, der, ful fingering, a thumb on my clit, mouths on me, the warm night cooling me, two tongues licking at my neck. I couldn't help coming, could I? My body held that hand, it was fucking me good. Wet cunt, wet fingers, wet mouths on me, telling me how pretty I was, something I learned, to go with nice cars some boys have. Boys need a car. Girls need a cunt. They go together. But, I wasn't finished, not yet. I put my hands out to them and it was their turn to be startled. "Don't just pick on me you bastards," I said. "How about you guys? Come on Marty, let's have a look. Seth, you too." I was an animal and two stiff unzipped cocks were in my hands, their turn to squirm as I squeezed and stroked. They got into the game now, something that surprised them, those two dicks were already wet and it didn't take me long to bring them off, shooting all over their pants, and my wrists, they were really bad boys. "Don't stop now," Marty said before he came. Seth was speechless and messy, very messy boy, "I'd better get back to my car before my girlfriend wonders," he said. "What a "dip," I thought, he'll probably tell her some interesting lie, I thought. She won't believe him. His pants were splattered. But it was on the way home that things got straightened out between Marty and me. See, I was a demur first semester student who didn't know much, naive, that's the word. The drive-in told a different story and you know how youngsters are, come once and they're ready to go again in no time. We left the theater on that pretty night, the air in our hair revived us, Marty pulled on to a dark street and parked. "Let's talk," he said. But I had nothing to say. I was still hot from the show and so was he, in moments I was on his lap, panties pulled aside at the crotch and he was unzipping, "That was fun, honey," he said. His cheek hot against mine, we were both sweating and still wet. I wondered about Seth and his girlfriend, what they were doing somewhere in the night. Seth had a really big dick. But Marty was here and ready, between my legs, hot, and his cock in me was tight in my little cunt. He pulled me down at his waist and his cock inched inside. His barely fit me. Maybe I was smallish or something. His hair was cold on mine as I gyrated on him, a rough, exciting motion, teasing me. I knew Seth's girlfriend, she always wore tight clothes that showed off her figure, His big cock was on my mind. It's dirty but I wanted to try his cock. Marty lifted me now and pulled me down again as I held on for my ride, in his car, on his dick. Maybe we were tired but nothing was happening, I mean we were fucking but just fucking. No fireworks. I pretended it was Seth. I was bad. I pretended it was that big cock, stretching, a Seth cock fucking, and it began to feel good, real good and I clung to Marty's neck, on my knees around his waist and fucking like there was no stopping me, Seth it wasn't, but the thought of Seth it was and I was sweating and hot... END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 62