Where it happened: Garden Shed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It was a summer night and as usual I had been hanging out with the local kids. There was an abandoned Apple Orchard at the end of the street so we’d spend most evenings there.
This evening was no different except when it was time to go home one of the neighborhoods kids and his cousin were going the same direction as me so we walked on together.
Their house was closer than mine so we stopped outside and chatted for a while, eventually the conversation became sexual. Boys at that age seem to think of nothing else.
It soon deteriorated into we’ll show you ours if you show us yours. Usually I would have shrugged it off and continued home but that night I thought why not!
We selected the tool shed at the end of their garden as the venue, and huddled ourselves among the lawnmower etc.
There was only one small window which was obscured by dirt and cobwebs so even though we all exposed ourselves neither of us could actually see what had been shown.
It was decided because if the poor visibility we’d touch instead of look. I went first and pulled down my pants and sat on a box with my legs open so the both had plenty of room to explore.
It felt believably good I didn’t want it to stop, eventually it was my turn to reciprocate. The guys both dropped their pants and I took it in turns back and fourth fondling and caressing them.
It didn’t take much time for them to become very excited, between the heavy breathing and the groaning they were both talking nasty sex talk.
Suddenly one of them shoved his hand back in-between my legs, there was a few moments of pushing and grappling after which I found myself stumbling backwards onto a pile of garden sacks.
They feverishly pulled off my pants and underwear before launching themselves on top of me. My objections went unheard as they both took turns with me. My pleas for them to not cum inside me were also ignored.
It was all over very quickly, and I was left caught in a sticky heap, while they adjusted their clothes. When I suggested what they’d done was wrong they became angry and threatening.
I never spoke of it again, until I came across one of the boys at a social gathering when we were both in our thirties. He made a small speech and asked me to over look his youthful improprieties. I related the story to his wife and asked her how she thought I should respond.
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