Summer

Sue rolled her head as if to say 'no'. but we ignored her and as Mike and Dave held her knees I opened her up again with my fingers. As before I began to rub gently on the small nub. She instantly began to writhe and buck and this time the boys really had to hold her down as she seemed to be trying to get away from the fingers that were invading her.

"Take it easy." Roy said to her and stroked the strands of hair out of her eyes. She seemed to relax slightly and immediately Mike and Dave began to work on her breasts in earnest, kneading and pulling on her nipples, while I continued to stroke between her legs.

It didn't take long before we could all feel the tension building inside her again. Slowly her bottom came up off the floor to meet my fingers. The sight was fantastic. I increased the pace. The guys were working her breasts and holding her legs wide open while Roy held her head. "I think she's about to blow again!" said Roy watching her face intently. Almost as he said it she suddenly arched her back and this time she almost screamed before slowly subsiding in a series of jerky shudders.

She lay quiet for a while as the guys continued to manipulate her breasts. A fine sheen of sweat shone on her skin in the sunlight. I was inspecting between her legs. Moisture was now leaking from her and running down between her legs. I rubbed my fingers in it. It felt so smooth and sticky.

Mike said "Have you put your fingers inside her yet?" I looked at where the moisture was seeping from. It seemed so obvious that I wondered why I hadn't thought of it before. I gently inserted one finger inside her. For the first time I felt the wonderful warmth and softness as her vaginal walls closed around my finger. She moved her hips slowly, almost involuntarily, to meet the intrusion but otherwise she lay quiet.

"Go on then" Mike said, "finger fuck her." He leaned over and felt between her legs for her. As his finger found her button she again gave a little grunt and tried to close her legs but I was knelt between them, Dave and Mike quickly held her open again.

Once he had his finger in the right place he began to rub slowly just as I had been doing. He looked over at what I was doing, "Try use two fingers" he said. I pulled my finger out and then inserted two. Her walls closed around them like old friends. My fingers were slick with her juices. I began to work them back and forth, slowly in and out, we could all hear the sucking sound my fingers made as they moved inside her.

Sue lay almost motionless for a minute but then our ministrations began to have their effect on her and her hips began to move again. Roy and Dave continued to play with her breasts while Mike and I worked between her legs.

We were all experimenting with our own part of Sue. Dave leant in and took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck; you could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying the sensation; and by the reaction from Sue so was she. From his position Roy cold not get his head to her other breast so he continued with his manual manipulations of her breast and nipple with one hand while he cradled her head and stroked her face with his other. Mike was leaning across her stomach working on her nub with absolute concentration. I was working my two fingers in and out of her and feeling all around her insides.

I discovered that by curling my fingers slightly inside her I could touch another obviously very sensitive area. Under this combined assault Sue was again soon rising to our fingers. She was now almost continuously emitting small animal sounds which were steadily rising in volume. In the sunlight her body shone with sweat. As the volume of her cries rose we all increased our different actions watching Sue thrash about underneath our hands with an almost detached fascination.

Suddenly she began to buck again and trashed about like a wild thing. We all leaned in to hold her down while keeping our hands working on her. The act of us holding her down just seemed to increase the effect our fingers and hands were having. With one last strangled cry Sue bucked as though to throw us all off and then collapsed and lay still.

We all sat back and looked at her. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her skin was shiny with sweat. Strands of hair were lying across her face where she has thrashed her head about. Her body and breasts were covered in fingerprints and her pussy looked open and swollen when two sets of fingers had been probing and stroking. In short she looked fantastic.

Roy looked up and grinned "let's swap" he said "I haven't seen anything of her pussy yet." We all nodded our agreements and shuffled around her naked body. Sue opened her eyes and looked at us. "No, please." She said. "Just give me a minute."

Lying on her left hand side I stroked her face "Don't worry, the boys just want a look. Some of them haven't seen much of you yet." She just looked back at me. "You don't mind do you?" I asked. "It's only fair we all get a turn."

Dave settled between her open legs while Mike and I lay on either side with her arms underneath us. Dave moved over slightly as Roy squeezed in for a closer look. Fingers began to explore and with a groan Sue closed her eyes again.

I reached for her breast and then the nipple, still slick with Dave's saliva. Sue moaned again as fresh hands and lips found her breasts and while a new set of fingers began to explore inside her.

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That first afternoon with Sue went on for hours. The boys all took their turn between her legs and Sue thrashed and moaned as fingers explored every nook and cranny of her young body. Her cries echoed around the woods and mingled with the excited shouts and laughs of the guys as they discovered something new.

Interestingly the guys stayed fully clothed throughout. It somehow never occurred on that first afternoon to do any more than explore the lovely young body that had been presented so unexpectedly to us.

Later, when the guys had had their fill and were finishing off the beer and talking amongst themselves while Sue lay between them, still on her back with her legs apart, Dave and I crawled out of the den into the bright sunshine and sat down. With our backs against a tree, looking into the den, we could see Sue slowly beginning to recover from the onslaught of hands that had played with her tender young body all afternoon.

She slowly sat up and began to gather her clothes. Dave lit up a cigarette and passed one to me and I took it even though I did not really smoke, it seemed a grown up thing to do after what had been a very grown up afternoon; and besides I seemed to remember that people were expected to smoke after sex.

An air of almost embarrassed silence had settled in the den, no-one sure what to do anymore. Boundaries had been crossed and things could never be the same again but a Sue with clothes suddenly put us back into the normal world. She pulled on her blouse and began to straighten her hair with her fingers. Her breasts moved enticingly underneath the thin material.

"Do you think we'll get the chance to do that again?" Dave asked, his eyes on Sue as, still sitting, she began to wriggle into her skirt. "Do you think she'll let us?"

"Did she actually 'let us' this time?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He looked puzzled. "Of course she let us."

"I seem to remember holding her down while we took her clothes off" I pointed out "I don't think she had much choice."

Dave shrugged noncommittally. "She seems to be none the worse for it" he said as we watched her shake her knickers free of grass and leaves. As she began to pull them over her feet she looked up and our eyes met, she smiled shyly and looked away and in that moment I remembered the control we had just exercised over her young body and somehow I understood that, in exercising that power, we had touched something quite fundamental in Sue's character. Something that needed to explored further.

"She didn't put up much of a fight when we stripped her did she?" Dave asked almost casually returning to the question.

"No, she didn't" I agreed.

"Do you think she wanted us to?" He asked.

"She didn't seem to object" I replied more to avoid a debate than anything else.

"So do you think she'll let us do it again?" He asked again.

"I think she might" I said stubbing out the half smoked cigarette "after all, it's only the start of the summer."