Asstr After School

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Asstr After School

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I have lived in my small village all of my life, when I was two years old I went to my first mother and toddler group, like preschool but still having the comfort of our mothers still being close at hand. I met the other nine toddlers that had been born in the village at the same time as me. We all became close friends over the first few years, unusually for any group, there were no rivalries, no one wanted to be the leader, no one acted superior to anyone else in our group and as a group, we went through our education together. We formed the core of the same class for sixteen years, we were never split up and at the age of fourteen, we all got together and agreed which of the elective classes we would take and we kind of moved as one to our final exams.


We went into our final month of exam preparations, in just a month's time our group of ten would leave our secondary education and after the long summer holiday we would all be parting for at least three years as we would either be going to different universities or starting our working lives in different jobs. Susie Parker turned up at school on that first Monday of exam month with a print out from her computer. A group of archaeologists were looking for volunteers, young people between school and university, to help out at several prestigious historical sites around the world. Susie gathered our group in a corner of the library, "What about it guys, one last hurrah, one final outing for the gang before we all go our separate ways. I've spoken to the leader and he says that he can place the ten of us at the same site if we all want to work together for six weeks."


We spoke of nothing else for the rest of the day, we weren't really interested in archaeology, well, Susie was but the rest of us weren't but the prospect of going somewhere warm together for six weeks, working closely together all day and partying together all night was appealing but to have someone else pay the travelling expenses and feed us as well as providing the accommodation, well, that was a no-brainer. The two who were going to start work had already set their start date for work to account for their usual summer holiday and the rest of us would be starting at university four weeks after that.


I hadn't really thought about it very much, we were a very insular group, while the wider school group were falling in and out of love, forming friendships and falling out, our group just kept plodding along, none of us had looked for a boyfriend or girlfriend and we hadn't looked for other friends outside our group.


After our final exam, we all packed a selection of clothes into backpacks and headed for the airport. All we knew was that we would all be travelling as a group to the same place. We didn't have any idea of what country we were going to, what kind of site we'd be helping out on. Over the preceding few weeks we'd all had a multitude of shots for different tropical illnesses and we were all eating anti-malarial tablets like they were sweets.


We'd all kissed our parents goodbye and been taken into a conference room, there were sixty kids in the room, we all handed over our passports to the team leader, some of us needed visas for the country we were going to, not individual visas, group visas were cheaper and far less trouble, passport details were written into the visa form and little sticky labels were stuck inside the relevant passports.


Thirty of us were taken through to departure, our group of ten and twenty others. In the departure lounge I experienced my first ever case of a boy hitting on me. I realised what I'd done wrong, I had taken longer than everyone else to get my backpack on and had become separated from my 'Pack', two boys had swooped in on me and had started to chat me up. I headed straight for Steve Prentice and Paul Walker, just two of the six boys from my village group and I used them as a shield to hold the rest of the boys at bay.


Once in the departure lounge we found that we were flying out on a jumbo jet for Orlando, Florida. I sat between Steve and Paul on the aircraft, our team seemed to comprise of the four girls from my village, the six boys that we all knew very well and twenty hormonal riddled and testosterone fuelled eighteen year old boys who looked like they'd never seen a girl before. Susie, Tracy and Amy seemed to be fighting off the advances of each and every one of the other twenty boys, it even looked like the team leader, Ben, a thirty year old academic type, was trying his luck too. I was left alone because I was sitting between Steve and Paul.


We landed in Orlando to a definitely frosty welcome. Our group didn't have visas for America, we were just transiting through and because of that, we ended up locked in the 'Aliens transit lounge' until our onward flight to Lima Peru. The first leg of our flight had been on an American Airways jumbo jet, cramped, but the height of luxury compared with our Russian Tupolev Tu-144 aircraft that took us the rest of the way to Peru. Food was offered but none of us ate it.


At Lima airport I was held up a little at immigration, apparently my name was the same as a woman who was a convicted drug smuggler in Peru, it took several minutes, well, more than several actually to find out that the woman who I shared my name with was still safely locked up in their federal prison and they let me go. Steve and Paul were still waiting for me just the outher side of the secure area.


Outside the airport building there were two old American school busses, the first bus was totally full, that bus was heading for our dig site, the second bus was more than half empty and was heading further up the mountain to a smaller site. Paul, Steve and I were packed onto the second bus, they would drop us off at our site.


We left the airport together, the fully laden bus in front went off like a young, fit gazelle, bounding from foothill to foothill with ease, while our half empty bus had to drag its arse, coughing and wheezing, from boulder to boulder. We soon lost sight of the rest of our group and just had to settle into the long slow and very uncomfortable journey. Our dig site was about half way up the mountain and we arrived well after dusk. We were dropped off at the side of the temporary encampment; everyone else had already been allocated tents, Susie, Tracy and Amy were squeezed into a two man tent, they were lucky, that tent had a double airbed in it, there was only one empty tent left, another two man tent but it only had two sleeping bags and a thin rubber mat to cover the rocky ground. Ben grinned when he said that he was alone in his two man tent, I looked at Steve and Paul, they wouldn't mind sharing with each other but I could see from their faces that they didn't want to volunteer to share with Ben ... mind you, I don't think that Ben was offering to share with Steve or Paul.


I looked into Steve's eye and shrugged my shoulders, trying to encourage him to say something, then I looked over at the tent with Susie, Tracy and Amy squashed inside, Steve jolted into action, "Well, well, I suppose that, you know, we're all adults, we could share together like Susie, Tracy and Amy I guess!"


I heaved a sigh of relief, this was my first hurdle as an adult and I was glad that I wasn't going to have to jump over it with a much older man that I didn't know from Adam.


The day had been scorching hot but half way up the mountain it suddenly turned freezing cold and all we had were two single sleeping bags zipped together and a half inch thick film of rubber under us.


I went to the latrine tent for a shower and a little privacy to get changed for bed. Paul and Steve stayed in the tent to get changed. I'd put on my usual nighty, at home I would have been naked under my nighty but I decided to keep a bra and knickers on under it tonight. I didn't have a dressing gown with me, too little space in my back pack so I wore my mackintosh over my nighty for the run back to my shared tent.


Steve was as far to the left hand side of the sleeping bag, both single bags had been zipped into one double bag. Paul was as far to the right as he could get, leaving a thin gap between them for me to sleep in. I still had the option of sharing with Ben, at least in his tent the sleeping bags would be singles and not a double, Ben probably had a comfortable air filled mattress in his tent too.


I sucked it up, crawled carefully between my two friends to the head of the bed before slipping out of my coat and sliding down into the sleeping bag. The boys were both wearing T-shirts and as I realised that I hoped that they would be wearing pyjama bottoms or jogging trousers at the very least. My feet brushed against bare legs on both sides of the bed, 'I hope they are wearing underpants at least!' ran through my mind as I slid fully into the sleeping bag.


We were all lying on our backs so our shoulders were touching as well as our hips. My arms were at my side so my hands were touching both Steve and Paul's hips through their T-shirts. We lay still for thirty minutes, not a word had been said since I slipped into bed. Steve suddenly turned onto his right side to face me, something fell across my wrist like a branch falling from a tree, I wasn't so much of a rube that I didn't know what had just fallen onto my wrist and if I was right, it meant that Steve wasn't wearing underpants to bed.


Steve whispered, "Are you asleep Kelly?"


Steve wasn't moving but there was a movement against my wrist, the log that had fallen against my arm was growing longer and harder.


"Do you fancy doing me a big favour Kelly ... just as a mate ... kind of thing?"


"Well, you can feel that I have a little ... well, quite a big problem growing down there! If I were alone I'd just look after it myself, like I usually do..."


Steve and I had hung out together for fourteen years and sex had never reared its ugly head before, not even when we'd gone as a group to the local lake and gone skinny dipping together, all ten of us naked in the water and then after, lying on the grass to dry in the sun, ten naked teenagers and sex hadn't come up, actually, nothing had come up. The cold water had shrunken the six boys to the point that they looked more like us four girls and even after, in the bright sunshine nothing grew.


Steve didn't answer with his voice, he took a hold of his manhood and moved it down from my wrist, he rubbed his cockhead against my fingers for a moment or two, I froze, We'd been travelling for close to thirty hours and I was overly tired, it crossed my mind that this was the first of forty nights together and right from the outset Steve was taking liberties with me.


I didn't respond in any way but Steve was obviously getting a little desperate, he pressed his cockhead down harder, it forced my fingers apart and his slimy cockhead was pressed against the palm of my hand. My fingers closed of their own volition and gripped his cock gently. Steve stopped pressing his cock down and he wriggled his body up in the bed slightly, he leaned in to me slightly more, his cock slid through my hand and his cockhead pressed into my hip, I felt the moistness of his pre-cum through my nighty and knickers.


I'd never done anything like this with a boy before but since the age of fourteen, I'd been working on my grandfather's farm at the weekends for a little extra pocket money, one of my jobs was to look after the horses that were stabled there, I would clean out their stalls and groom them. Grooming horses was more than just currycombing them and washing down their fetlocks and hooves, I also had to look after their personal area as well. When my grandfather showed me how I had to wash a horse's private area ... I have to say I was very embarrassed but quickly realised that it was a job that a horse wasn't able to do for itself.


I had to rub the horse's sheath, usually with a wet flannel in my hand, cleaning the outside of the sheath as well as exciting the horse a little so that its cock would grow and leave its sheath. A horse's cock was massively different to a man's cock, the head of a horses cock wasn't a bullet, it was like the underside of a flat mushroom, grandpa told me that it was called a flange. The underside of the flange would gather a thick, cheese-like substance called smegma. The biggest problem was behind the flange but the front face of the flange also had folds and creases that had to be cleaned out too. I probably spent thirty minutes on each horse cleaning their cocks, their massive cocks. A horse's cock would grow to the length and thickness of my arm and I looked after four of them two or three times a week so the thing that Steve had just forced into my palm shouldn't have worried me one little bit.


I closed my fingers around Steve's cock a little tighter and he rocked back and forth a few times before his face closed in on mine and he kissed my cheek. It wasn't the first time Steve had kissed my cheek, it happened at least twice a day as a rule. When we were two years old, our mothers had encouraged us all to kiss each other's cheek every time we met and parted and we'd carried that on for the past fourteen years. The thing now though, it wasn't just one quick peck like usual, a peck and retreat, Steve's lips pressed into my cheek for several seconds and when that kiss ended, he didn't retreat. I felt Steve move slightly and a second kiss landed, closer this time to my own lips and as his lips pressed against my face again his breathing sped up as did his rocking back and forth as he humped his cock into my hand.


Steve's third kiss landed squarely on my lips and they pressed hard until his body jerked, his cockhead was pressing into my hip as he exploded and I felt warmth spreading out through my nighty and knickers. Steve relaxed slightly, he rocked away and then thrust hard into my hand, his body shuddered again and more semen pumped out of his cock and as that spunk mingled with the liquid already covering my nightclothes his tongue started pressing against my lips trying to gain entry to my mouth.


I definitely wasn't used to this, I'd never kissed with tongues before and as I finally let his tongue enter my mouth, Steve thrust into my hand again, his body gave a gentle shake and the last dribbling of seed left his body for mine.


Steve's cock shrank in my hand and he pulled his mouth away from mine, "Thanks Kelly, that was great."


There was a sudden whisper in the dark, "Steve, are you done?"


I was shocked, I had no idea that Paul had still been awake, worse than that, that Paul had known exactly what Steve and I had just done together and then it dawned on me, while I was in the shower the boys must have discussed the situation and they had agreed that Steve should start the ball rolling ... I was suddenly brought back, mentally, to the tent, Steve's hand was rubbing over my spunk covered hip, "Sorry Kelly but it feels like I've made quite a mess down here, you're all wet, you'd better take your nighty off so that it can dry out."


I must have still been on tilt a little from what had just happened because I allowed Steve to pull my nighty off over my head and he draped it over my backpack in the darkness to dry. Steve reached into his own pack and found a hand towel, he pulled his towel under the cover of the sleeping bag and he wiped over my hip, then he touched the side of my bikini brief panties, "These are wet too, they'll have to come off as well."


"Hey, what about me? Kelly, what about me?"


Paul was still on his back, he twisted slightly to his left and he reached across me, his right forearm brushed over my bra covered breasts, sending thousand volt shocks through my body as he reached for my left shoulder, pulling me over onto my right hand side but before he was successful Steve had divested me of my panties. Paul finally managed to get me onto my right side, Paul started to slide his hand down my left arm. I knew full well what Paul wanted me to do and as I'd just done it for Steve, I thought, Hell why not ... just this once!.


Paul's hand was on my elbow when I reached over and felt around for his cock. Paul's cock wasn't quite as big as Steve's but I soon found it and gathered his cock shaft into my palm. I started to rub Paul gently when Steve moved in closer to my back, his bare hips pressed against my buttocks and his flaccid cock slipped up against the valley between. Steve kissed the back of my neck and his left hand rubbed over my left hip, he kissed his way around to my ear and whispered, "Can I help you out the same way that you helped me?"


My hand froze on Paul's cock, "What ... what do you mean?"


Steve's hand slipped from my hip, down the back of my thigh and down as far as my knee. Steve lifted my left knee and moved my leg so that my knee was resting on Paul's legs. Steve pushed my head forward slightly, lining my mouth up with Paul's and as Paul kissed me, Steve's hand slipped up the inside of my thigh until his fingers reached my pussy. As Steve pushed two fingers up into my quim and began to masturbate me from behind I found my own hand speeding up on Paul's cock.


Steve gave me my first ever truly massive orgasm and it coincided with Paul's eruption. As I climaxed I felt Steve's cock starting to wake up against my bottom and begin to burrow in between my thighs. I was just getting my breath back when I felt Steve's wet fingers against my spine, he was working out how my bra's clasp worked and it didn't take long before I felt my bra's lower strap relax and my bra fell away from my body.


Steve was back to rocking again, this time he wasn't using my hand to get himself off, he was using the soft flesh between my thighs but he was aiming for a target slightly higher. I slipped my left hand off of Paul's cock, wiped his spunk off onto Steve's hand towel and reached between us to push his cock away, "Come on guys, this could go on all night and I'm knackered. We all have a big day tomorrow and we all need a good night's sleep.


Both Steve and Paul were disappointed that I'd chosen to stop playtime before they were totally finished with me, at a guess Steve had come up with the idea of the mutual masturbation session as an opening gambit but he and Paul had agreed that if I let them start the game that way Steve would press on quickly to try and get full sex out of me as quickly as possible. Both boys were very upset but once I'd agreed to continue with their little game the following day they agreed to let me go to sleep.


It was the first time that I'd ever slept with another person, the first time I'd been totally naked in bed with two other people, they were both naked as well, as soon as Steve got me naked both he and Paul had taken their T-shirts off.


I woke at five thirty, I really needed more sleep but just as our tent had offered no protection from the cold mountain air during the night, it offered even less protection from the early dawn light which brought with it sudden heat, which the tent was again ill equipped to protect against.


Breakfast would be at seven o'clock and work would start a
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