Following my threesome with Gary and his thuggish but well hung brother Derek, I was horny all of the time now; mostly sated by my growing collection of porn mags Gary donated every visit and I devoured every word and picture every night in bed in my quest to learn more and more about sex.
At this sage I was home mostly, revising but occasionally still going to and from school where I was now hiking my skirt up even further than normal every day for the journey, much to the obvious attention of men and boys I passed or sat near on the bus.
Once or twice I met Gary at lunchtimes, as he wasn't sitting exams like I was; his was a more 'technical school' teaching things like mechanics and building trades. We'd wander off to the park where we would hide behind the public toilets or bandstand and I would wank him off and he would finger me or I'd suck his him off or best off all, have a noisy knee trembler as the danger really turned me on.
We'd still meet at his house every Wednesday for copious sex; sometimes with his brother too, which I was becoming infatuated with, especially his big cock and the way he bossed me (and Gary) about.
When that wasn't on the agenda and I was bored, a couple of times I even dressed up as sexily (slutty?) as possible, short skirt, tight low cut t-shirt or see-through blouse with a brightly coloured bra and Mummy's high-heels to visit the shopping centre in a local town where I'd just walk around 'showing myself off', craving the looks of males of all ages. Sometimes I'd go into the changing rooms of a boutique and leave the curtain open a few inches so any passing boyfriend or husband could see me in my sexy underwear or topless if I was trying on bras.
Occasionally I'd feel guilty at my overall behaviour; and worry that I was becoming addicted to sex in all its glories, be that my copious masturbation, exhibitionism or especially they way I so easily succumbed to Gary and his brother's loveless sex.
My exams were coming thick and fast so I really had to buckle down and revise every day and night; with only masturbation getting me through; but after not seeing Gary or Derek for ages I was feeling really horny one Saturday morning and fingering myself wasn't doing it for me.
My heart was thumping as I nervously knocked on the front door without arranging it with Gary; and their father answered.
I'd not seen him before, but he was exactly like I expected; a large man with a beer belly, probably 6 feet tall, unshaven smoking a cigarette and as menacing as the brother.
"Yes?" He asked, looking puzzled.
"Is Gary in?" I asked through a dry mouth, expecting him to be at a football match.
The man looked me up and down, from head to toe and leered; "He's upstairs... do you want me to call him?"
Before I could answer he continued; "or do you know the way?"
I blushed and nodded. Without thinking I took my coat off and the man rolled his eyes as he took it from me and hung it on the bannister for me.
"Up you go then darling." He nodded his head towards the stairs.
My heart was in my mouth; as I was wearing a short denim dress and a pair of Mummy's black stockings and a suspender belt with a tight pair of small black nylon knickers.
It was obvious their Dad would see everything as I scampered upstairs... and I guessed he did as I looked around when I reached the top and turned to see him grinning at me.
There was loud music playing as I knocked hard on Gary's bedroom door and he called, "who is it?"
"Me." I replied.
"Come in."
He was sitting on the bed playing his guitar along to OOH LA LA! By the Faces.
"I wasn't expecting you." He looked puzzled; then grinned and put his guitar down as I shrugged and smiled, slowly and sexily unbuttoning my dress.
"Dek!" Gary shouted while grinning at me, "DEKKA!"
"What?" His brother's voice bellowed through the bedroom wall.
"Come in here a minute."
"This had better be something fucking important." he complained as I heard his bedroom door open, then with my dress at my feet, turned see Gary's door open.
"I was mid wank... you little fucker," Derek complained, then stopped in his tracks, "fuck me with the rag man's trumpet! It's only the posh bird... wanting some more darling?" He cackled grabbing his cock which was clearly visible pressing through his tight jeans.
I turned to smile at Gary while sexily twiddling my hair as I looked back at the brother.
Derek approached from behind, immediately one large hand slid over my shoulder squeezing my tits and the other stroking my Mummy's stockings and my arse, as Gary kissed me and immediately began rubbing my pussy through my knickers. I slid a hand behind me and stroked Dekka's already hard cock.
"Oh shit," I thought, "thank God I'm on the pill now!"
"As fucking game as always, you randy tart" he cackled in my ear, pulling one of my tits out of my bra and teasing my nipple as Gary eased my knickers down my legs.
As usual there was very little foreplay, and that was just the way I liked it now... an hour or more of raw dirty sex with either of them, but preferably both at the same time which we'd done 4 or 5 times by then.
As Gary pulled his jeans down he fingered me at the same time. Dekka stepped away to pull his tight jeans off so I unclipped my bra then caressed my aching tits and tingling nipples.
Soon I was on my knees sucking their cocks while wanking the other one and occasionally trying to fit both in at the same time.
Sometimes one of them would grab my hair and pulled my head deeper onto their cock, making me gag as it filled my mouth... but in a good way.
Eventually Derek pushed me towards the bed where I placed my hands and rested my head; knowing that he was going to fuck me doggy style with his big fat cock... something that I was really, really getting to like.
Sure enough he fed his monster into my willing pussy and grabbed my hips before ferociously banging me; making me grunt and howl.
"Is that better than a wank?" I panted as Gary crawled along the bed and sat in front of me.
"Too fucking right this is better than a wank; you cheeky fucker... I've got something special for you today as well... something fucking new."
Dekka laughed out loud and slapped my arse on both cheeks; making them sting... something he'd recently started doing in this position; but I wasn't expecting him to stroke my arse hole then push the tip in.
"Eeek!" I squeaked, "What are you doing?"
"Just having a bit if fun." He laughed at me and pushed his finger in deeper while still fucking me like a wild man.
