A Ride Home

I'd been to a dance and I'd had a marvellous time. I danced almost every dance, only sitting out a couple to rest my feet. Now that it was winding up it was time to go home. I went looking for Barry. He was a neighbour and offered to take me along with his girlfriend, which I thought was nice of him.

I couldn't find him and asked a couple of people if they'd seen him. Unfortunately someone had.

"Barry? He's long gone. His girlfriend was a little tipsy and I figure he's going to chance his luck."

Stranded, damn him. Fortunately I always keep some money with me so I could catch a taxi if circumstances called for it. Not having my phone on me I asked Frank if I could use his to call a taxi. I knew he had his with him as I'd seen him using it earlier.

I took the phone and was just starting to call a taxi when he spoke up.

"Tell you what. Instead of waiting for a taxi why don't you let us give you a lift? I live just around the corner from your place."

That was true and I'd known Frank for ages. We'd never been romantically involved and I half suspected that he was gay. He was always seen Neil tagging along, another boy I'd never been involved with.

I hesitated and then nodded. I was tired and wanted to get home. We went out to the carpark and when we reached his car he opened the back door and let me in. He got in the front and to my surprise Neil joined me in the back. He didn't try to crowd me at all, just leaning back and relaxing.

It was about a ten minute drive to my place and we were about half way there when I felt a hand on my knee, trying to move up under my dress. I hastily slapped it away.

Some deterrent. A few moments it was back, this time resisting my efforts to move it, up until I dug my nails in. I had peace for about a minute and he was back at it.

"Frank, can you tell Neil to leave me alone? He keeps trying to touch me."

"Neil, not now. Just leave her alone."

Neil snatched his hand back, looking sulky. I felt relieved.

I wasn't feeling quite as relieved when Frank turned into a park near my place and parked under some trees. Both men got out of the car and Frank opened my door.

"I am not getting out," I said firmly.

"That's ok. You don't need to."

Frank put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back and down so I was flat on my back. At the same time Neil grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. Frank pushed my dress up even though I was twisting about until it was gathered around my waist. Following that he took hold of my panties and pulled them down and off.

Reaching higher he moved the shoulder straps of my dress aside and pulled my top down, finishing up with it joining the bottom half, bunched around my waist. I was now naked apart from shoes and a wide red belt. I knew I should have worn a bra but it spoiled the line of the dress.

"Leave me alone," I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Just wait," Frank said. "You'll work it out soon enough."

I could work it out right now and as far as I was concerned it was a case of thanks, but no thanks.

I protested and Frank started touching me in places I'd never been touched before and didn't want to be touched now. I protested and he laughed and kept right on touching. I told him I'd report him and he laughed and kept right on touching.

Nothing I could say or do was making the slightest difference. When his fingers slipped inside me it was all I could do not to scream. My muscles tightened somewhat spasmodically and he laughed. Everything I did seemed to amuse him.

I suddenly realised that I was holding his fingers inside me and managed to relax a little, assuming he'd withdraw. Did he? Not so that I could notice.

He played with me for a bit longer and then shifted his hands, closing them over my breasts. I was relieved his hands had moved away from such a delicate area and hugely irritated that he was now fondling my breasts. My language expressed my opinion, only to hear him laugh. I couldn't even slap his hands away what with Neil holding my wrists.

I knew, I just knew, that Frank would turn his attention back to my pussy and I wasn't going to make it easy for him. I brought my legs together, holding them like that just as tightly as I could. He'd have to use some real strength to part them. Legs were naturally stronger than arms.

The rotten man kissed and nibbled on my breasts, teasing my nipples erect. I hated to say it but his earlier playing had got me aroused to some extent and now this touching my breasts was increasing that arousal. I could almost feel the heat flowing down from my breasts joining up with the heat already there.

Frank finally let go and stood back. He then dropped his trousers and I was staring at an erection and it looked huge. No way could I handle something like that. I almost smirked when he reached to part my legs, knowing the trouble he would have.

I was truly shocked when he took my foot and moved my leg aside. I had stopped boys from getting too fresh before by clamping my legs together but now when it mattered I didn't seem to have any strength in my legs.

Frank was smiling.

"I noticed that you were clamping your legs together. That's why I waited until your muscles had a chance to get tired. They aren't used to that exertion and tire easily."

He calmly climbed up onto the seat, kneeling between my thighs, his fingers spreading my lips while his hand guided his erection into position. Then he started pushing, his cock slowly sinking into me and all I could do was watch it happen.

I was nearly nineteen but still a virgin. A few moments later I gave a small scream as I became a non-virgin and swore a thousand vengeances on him. He laughed. Apparently I was very amusing.

After that I had to watch the rest of his cock invading me. It just seemed to keep on coming, sliding in far more easily than I expected, probably a result of all that earlier touching. Now I was starting to see why some of the girls knew enjoyed having their boyfriends finger them.

As soon as he was fully inside me he nodded to Neil who promptly released my hands, leaving me free to assault Frank. A useless exercise if there was ever one. What was I supposed to do? Slap him on the back? He'd probably take it as encouragement.

He was moving out and I could see his cock emerging from my body, glistening slightly as it had been dipped in my juices. When it was nearly out he paused and just like that it was coming back in.

Initially I just lay there, watching it happen, feeling most peculiar with this cock making free of my body. Then I started moving with him, not of my own volition but my body just seeming to do it. He laughed again and winked at me.

He kept up a nice smooth pace and it was easier to just go with him than to resist, so that's what I did. He slowly increased the pace, not doing it suddenly but as a gradual thing, my not noticing until it registered that he was hammering into me at a fair rate and my bottom was bouncing to stay with him.

I'd already lost all control of what my body was doing because of the arousal he'd foisted on me. Now he was deliberately seeing how far he could push me. He was going faster and faster and while I tried to stay with him my nerves were getting tighter and tighter.

Something snapped inside me and I screamed as everything cut loose, waves of pleasure rolling through me. So this was what a climax was like. Not too bad.

Frank must have climaxed as well, not that I was paying attention as to how he got on, but now he was getting off me, a smug smile on his face. I just gave him a nasty look as he backed off.

"You've got to be kidding me," I protested. Frank stepping back had revealed Neil standing there, trousers down, cock up, sporting an erection every bit as big as Frank's.

"Roll over," Neil said.

"Screw you," I said

"That is my intention, so roll over."

"Not happening."

He simply lifted my leg and laid it across my other leg. Then somehow or other he twisted them against each other and I was flipped over so I was face down.

"Now get up on your hands and knees," he instructed.

"Not happening " I said again, figuring he couldn't lift me into that position from where he was standing.

His hand came down firmly on my bottom and that stung. I yelled and I heard Frank laugh in the background, rot his evil soul.

"Which do you think will last the longest? Your bottom or my hand?"

To demonstrate his point his hand came down, this time on the other cheek. Having no real choice in the matter I scrambled onto my hands and knees. Neil moved my feet further apart and then I felt him getting onto the seat behind me.

He didn't muck around. He just positioned himself and thrust forcefully into me, coming fully in with that single thrust. Just like that I was two times not a virgin and nothing I could do about it.

Neil reached around me and his hands closed over my breasts. Then he started riding me. He simply started banging into me, not giving a damn about how I felt. Frank had seemed to take care and make sure I was handling him. Neil just banged away, determined to get his rocks off.

He was in a hurry, too much of a hurry. He didn't last anything like the time Frank had, and it seemed he'd barely started when he was finished and shooting.

I was even more annoyed when Neil pulled out, replete. He'd started to get me aroused and now nothing.

"Won't you ever learn to take your time?" asked Frank. "Girls won't come back for seconds if you can't satisfy them."

Frank rested his hand on my back, holding me in position.

"Just relax," he said. "This won't hurt a bit."

With that he started to give me a pussy spanking. He rained a whole lot of little slaps on my pussy, leaving me gasping and protesting. After a while the tempo of the slaps increased and what little arousal Neil had given me was now rapidly being built on. I never knew that you could climax that way but Frank demonstrated that you could. At least I could. One slap too many and I was climaxing with a scream.

As soon as I got my breath back Frank was hurrying me to get dressed. That done he bundled me back into the car and finished driving me home.

Last time I'd let him take me anywhere.