A Car, 1 Woman, 2 Hours, and 3 Young Men. - Sex Stories

A Car, 1 Woman, 2 Hours, and 3 Young Men.

... to my body with the slightest of breezes, was evident enough, my nipples sticking out and advertising my wantonness, 'I'm Mariel', I said, sticking my hand out and offering it to the most baby faced boy of the three. He took my hand, his shyness acting like an aphrodisiac, on my sexually starved body, so much so when he took my hand, I fondled his fingers, and felt no shame in my advanced sexual manner. 'I'm Tom', he murmured quietly, and I released his feeble and soft hand, looking directly at the next boy, who was just as deliciously young and nubile, 'and you', I asked in a slightly domineering manner, 'Harry', he replied, again his youth and inexperience shining through. I laughed and turned to the boy who started it all, 'Let me guess', I said out loudly, 'you must be Dick', I said, and they all caught the joke, Tom, Dick, and Harry, but I wondered if they caught my subtle meaning, Dick as in Cock. I turned to the boot and placed one sack into the boot, and as I bent over and pushed it under the low boot opening, I could feel my flimsy dress moulded to my form and clearly show I was not wearing panties. I took my time stowing this bag, as I wanted to let them see me as I was, perhaps I wanted them to rush in and take me there and then, I know I would have liked that. We managed to cram 2 haversacks into the boot and the remaining one between to boys in the back seat. We were now on our way as the road started to climb, we were heading up a mountain, and I hoped the ...

... car would make it, as the interior of the car was crowded. 'Are you a model, or an actress', one of the boys in the back asked me, and I reached up and adjusted my mirror to see who it was asking, it was Harry? 'What makes you think that Harry', I retorted. 'You're beautiful and have a great body', he replied. I was glad he was asking, I needed these boys to be thinking and talking sex, 'Does my body turn you on Harry', I asked him, I was driving with my dress hem high on my thighs, and my legs open, something Dick was finding hard to deviate from? The car was straining in forth, so I needed to drop a gear, and my hand went out to the gear stick and changed down one gear, my fingers brushing Dick's leg, which was up against the gear stick. I looked across at him, 'What about you Dick', as my hand lingered over his thigh, he looked at me, like a Rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, 'Do you want a fuck', I said it, and all the boys heard it. The silence and awkwardness inside the car was as deafening as the sexual vibrancy we were all feeling, 'What do you boys think', I poised for a moment, before asking them, 'Shall we find a quiet spot and let you fuck my brains out'? I felt light-headed, so much so I nearly went off the road. I was giddy and to add to my own internal confusion, I had taken Dick's hand and placed it on my exposed thigh, the inner sensitive flesh that almost made me scream and feel sick at the same time. I was squirming so much so, my dress had ...