After a couple of weeks of sneaking around we would go to Gary's house every Wednesday night and Saturday afternoon when his Mum was at the shops or Bingo and his Dad and brother at a football match or the pub and fuck, suck and masturbate like horny rabbits. I just couldn't get enough of his stiff cock in my hand, mouth or pussy and I soon developed a love of his sticky spunk and would drain his cock at any opportunity; most afternoons behind some garages near my house on the way home from school.
As a good Catholic girl I always insisted that Gary wore a rubber when fucking me; but this also had the benefit of making him last much longer before whipping it off to cum in my mouth or on my tits. I did notice at this time that my acne cleared up – is spunk a good cream for that?
During the Christmas holidays we could spend whole afternoons fucking, sucking and reading magazines in his bedroom; only for something to happen on the afternoon after Boxing Day when events took a huge leap forward.
Gary had already given me a really good fucking and I was lying on top of him in our favoured 69 position; slurping the remnants of his spunk from his wilting cock and he was eating my hairy pussy when his bedroom suddenly door flew open.
"I thought that you two were up to something, you dirty little fuckers!" Gary's elder brother shouted at us then laughed out loud. "Look at you – fucking Hell, Kid! I didn't think you had it in you!"
Still with Gary's cock in my hand I looked up to see a six foot tall skinhead with a fuzzy moustache and smelling of beer leering at us.
"Who'd have thought that that stuck up bint from across the estate would be dirty fucking slapper?" He laughed again as he kicked the door closed with his Cherry Red Dr Marten boot. "Fuck me – it really is her! Look at her .......stocking and suspenders? Who'd have fucking thought it?"
Gary roughly pushed me off him and I rolled towards the wall covering my big boobs with my hands as Gary rose to protect my honour.
"Fuck off Derek!" He screamed, "Fuck off; it's got nothing to do with you – now get out and FUCK OFF!"
The tall skinhead just kept on laughing before gently slapping my boyfriend across the face and pushing him back onto the bed.
"I don't fucking think so, kid." Derek forcefully told his younger brother, "there looks like there's enough to go around, don't you think? Anyway; if it wasn't for my porn you wouldn't know what to do, so it's only fair that I get a crack at her too."
At this stage I'd pulled the top sheet up to cover my boobs and was staring at Derek who looked like the violent thug that Gary had told me he was.
There was a scary silence for the next minute or so as Derek slowly pulled his braces off his shoulders and unbuttoned his Ben Sherman shirt to reveal a muscular chest and forearms.
"Come on then sweetheart; show me what you've got." I looked at Gary to see how I should react. He looked as confused as I was. Derek motioned for me to drop the sheet. Again I looked at Gary who just shrugged his shoulders with fear in his eyes. My heart was racing and my mouth as dry as sand as I slid the yellow sheet down my chest until the thug could see my boobs and pink nipples that felt like diamonds.
He smirked and nodded his head as he dropped his shirt onto the floor. "Nice rack." He mumbled, "They are some fucking size for a kid. Now stand up and show me the rest."
Gary tapped my thigh and nodded his head to let me know that I should do as I was told.
