FOUR IN A VAN
by Touchstone
As a teenager there was nothing I loved more than fucking girls. This is a story of those times.
It was the end of the Christmas break, and there were four of us on Blackpool front, two girls and two fellas. Trish, my girlfriend, is seventeen, small and dark-haired with a smashing figure. Valerie, my cousin, had really only come for the ride and to even the numbers up. She’s a big lass, big boobs, big thighs, and could easily pass for eighteen although she was, in fact, a year under-age for sex and s for anything else. The other male in the party was my mate Tom from the works.The fellas – but who wants to know what fellas look like?
The girls were quite something to look at – both had on tiny little vinyl mini-skirts just covering their bums and beneath their mini-skirts- how do I know? Scrambling about on the beach they’d shown everything they’d got. Trish had on black stretch pants and stay-up stockings with lacy tops. Valerie’s knickers were white nylon and she wore them with extra-long stockings and a matching suspender belt.
It was about four o’clock and starting to get dark. There didn’t seem much to do, most places had closed and we hadn’t much money between us. In fact when we reckoned it up there wasn’t enough for our bus fares home and scarcely enough for four cups of coffee. Crisis seemed to be looming.
The solution appeared quite quickly – outside the caff. There was a van parked there, and the address painted on the side was of a place just beyond the town where we all lived. We hung about for a bit and presently an oldish guy came out and we asked if there was any chance of a ride home. He didn’t object, it was his own van anyway, and he unlocked the back doors for us to scramble in. In the back of the van were only empty sacks and some wooden boxes. Tom and I arranged these so that we each had something to sit on, with the girls on our laps.
Before we were clear of the town Trish and I had begun to snog. In a short while I had my hand up her skirt – what there was of it – and began exploring inside her pants. My fingertip found her clitty and began to work her up. Trish moaned out loud and spread her legs wider still.
“You’ve made me want you!†whispered Trish in the dark. “Have you got something to wear?†In answer I pulled out the packet of rubbers I always carried. “That’s alright then†she breathed. “Wait a secâ€. She pulled her mini-skirt right up and got astride my lap, holding the front of her knickers to one side. I unzipped my jeans and rolled one of the condoms over my rigid prick. Trish guided the knob between her love-lips and worked herself forward, to drive my prick right up her fanny. “Wrap your legs round me†I whispered in her ear. She did just that, pulling me inside her for the last half-inch.It was wonderful!
For the moment, neither of us moved. Trish’s arms were tight around my neck and her legs wound round my waist. My prick was right up her, held tight by her love-muscle, and I could feel her hot love-juices running down my shaft.
When I could register anything else, it was the sounds coming from a few feet away. “No, I never have†“Go on, you’ll enjoy it†“No, I’m scared†“It’s perfectly safe, promiseâ€. Then a bit of a pause, and then “Alright then, you win!â€
In a flash of light from a passing car I saw Val wriggling her bum out of her knickers. A bit later there was more whispering “Wait a moment†“Ooh, that’s hurting – no, it’s nice! Just stay like that a minute†and then a lot of heavy breathing. When the next car passed I saw, for a , Val sitting astride Tom’s lap, with her knickers round one ankle…………….
We kept our pricks up the girls’ cunts all the way to Padiham. By that time I had shot my load inside Trish and Tom had done the same to Valerie. Problem was, Tom never, ever, used a condom – where he was concerned it was the girl’s problem to keep out of trouble. (Val never got pregnant that night but that’s another story)
All too soon we reached our home town and the driver set us down in the High Street. So there we were, two girls and two fellas. The girls had tingling fannies and wet knickers and the boys had aching pricks, but who was to know?
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