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"Did you find the road okay yesterday?"
I guess Mike had a right to know, since he was the one who told me about it.
"Yes."
"And…?"
"The best anal sex of my life for only twenty quid. But Christ, you could have warned me how young she was. If we'd been caught I'd have been locked up for life."
Mike grinned.
"Which girl was it?"
"I didn't get her name."
"They don't do names. What did she look like?"
"Long haired brunette. Nicely filled-out legs."
"I know the one. Nice girl, I like her too. Say, if your preference is anal, do you fancy going for a sandwich at lunchtime?"
My ignorance must have shown in my face because I didn't get the link between anal sex and two slices of bread with filling.
"You know, me in the front, you in the rear…."
I was at once both greatly exciting and mildly repelled by the idea. However my cock cast its own vote, forming a huge tent in the front of my trousers.
"I take that as a 'yes' then. Meet me at half twelve, we'll go in my car."
Quarter to one found us driving past the school entrance. Mike wanted to enter the road from the other direction. Soon after we turned into the road. There was a girl in a green school uniform walking on the nearside pavement in our direction.
"Not her," said Mike. "She hasn't got her skirt hitched up, so she's not interested in doing business."
I wished he had told me that yesterday; I could have propositioned a perfectly respectable girl by accident.
About fifty yards further along we saw a girl standing on the offside pavement, eating from a large bag of crisps and carrying a can of pop. She was slender with a blonde bob, her skirt hitched high up her skinny legs. She was wearing a school uniform green hat perched at a jaunty angle, which only served to make her look younger and more innocent.
"Oh, you'll love this one," said Mike as he slewed the car onto the wrong side of the road, then pulled up alongside the girl and rolled down his window.
The girl look slightly alarmed at the unusual manoeuvre then smiled as she recognised Mike.
"Hi, are you up for a sandwich?" he asked.
The girl's face came over all solemn and doe-eyed.
"I'm only a small girl, I don't think I can manage two at once."
A split second later she poked her tongue out and broke into a broad grin.
"Ha, ha! Gotcha!"
She climbed into the back of the car as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
"That'll be fifty, twenty five each," she reeled off.
Mike just sat there, not driving off.
"Sorry, that's too much. We'll find someone else."
The little girl's face fell and she reluctantly reached for the door handle to let herself out of the car. But Mike put it in gear and pulled away from the pavement, slewing violently back onto the correct side of the road.
"Gotcha back," he sang out.
Relief burst over the little girl's face, and she punched him gently on the arm.
"You beast!"
Mike slewed the car violently.
"Ouch, that hurt," he pretended. Both of them were grinning like Cheshire cats now.
"I thought we'd go to the old cricket pavilion. That okay with you?" he asked the girl.
"Fine," she replied, then helped herself to another handful of her crisps.
Mike navigated a couple of turns then we found ourselves driving along a narrow tarmac track. At the end was a rickety wooden building, fronting onto a large field.
"The local cricket team used to play here, then they surrounded the field with new houses. The cricket club couldn't afford the increased insurance premiums so they had to fold. The pavilion's locked, but it provides some shelter from prying eyes."
We reached the pavilion, and everyone got out of the car. Mike retrieved a bottle of lubricant from the glove compartment and some towels from the boot.
The pavilion had a wide, recessed rear door, intended for wheelchair access, with a row of trees shielding it from behind. The only way someone would see us there was if they happened to walk right past.
Sheltering in the doorway, Mike dropped his trousers and boxers to his ankles. His cock was already semi-hard. He pumped it a few times to bring it to full erection, then coated it liberally with lubricant before handing the bottle to me.
The girl pulled down her thick white cotton school panties, stepped out of them, and hung them on the door handle. However she kept on her school hat. A brief glimpse of her upper thighs brought my cock to full hardness.
"I think you'll need to take your skirt off too because this will be messy," suggested Mike.
"Okay."
The girl unzipped the skirt at the side then took it off and added it to the panties. I gasped when I saw her plump hairless pussy lips framed by her flat belly, narrow hips and slender thighs. I didn't think she could take one of us, let alone both. Even so, I lowered my own trousers and boxers and liberally coated my cock with lubricant. I was slightly relieved to see Mike and I were pretty much the same size.
Mike leaned forward.
"Clasp your arms firmly round my neck and hold on tight."
The girl did as Mike said, then he grasped her under the arms and hoisted her into the air as he straightened up.
"Now wrap your legs around my waist," said Mike, leaning backwards against the door for support.
The girl was now effectively sitting on Mike's hips, her cunt hovering tantalisingly above his straining cock. He slid his hands down her back until he reached her slim buttocks, which he grasped securely to take the girl's weight.
"A little help here…" said Mike in my direction.
I was a bit uneasy at handling another man's cock, but I parted the girl's pussy lips and pointed Mike's cock at her cunt as he gently lowered her down his chest. The girl's cunt lips reached the head of Mike's cock then unbelievably started to swallow it. Little by little he lowered the girl until he bottomed out, the girl taking almost all his length.
Now the girl was securely impaled on Mike's cock, he manoeuvred his hands to pull her buttocks wide apart, exposing her tiny, brown crinkled hole.
"You're up," he announced. I bent my knees slightly and positioned the head of my cock at the girl's anal sphincter.
"Gently please," she beseeched, turning her head to watch what I was doing.
It seemed a bit late for her to worry about that now, but I had no wish to hurt her. I pushed gently and she relaxed her muscles, allowing me to slide in. Christ she was tight! I grasped her firmly by the hips and pushed. Despite the generous lubrication, I could feel her sphincter scraping the skin off my cock as I slid inside her. Then I felt something hard inside the girl and I realised I could feel Mike's cock through the couple of thin membranes separating us.
Somehow the girl managed to keep her muscles relaxed, although being stretched by two cocks must have been uncomfortable for her especially with her tiny frame, but incredibly I managed to insert my whole length, until my balls were squashing against her perineum. At least I could stand properly now, relieving the strain on my aching knees.
"My God, I'm in all the way," I exclaimed, "and it feels absolutely incredible."
Using his hands under her buttocks, Mike raised the girl so that his cock slid out of her an inch or so, then lowered her again. I could feel his cock twitching with excitement inside the girl every time he did it, and his tempo increased as he approached his climax. Suddenly he clenched all his muscles, then through the thin membranes inside the girl I felt his cock throbbing and throbbing as he filled her with his hot sperm.
"God, that was good," he groaned.
I could see the strain on Mike's flushed face, and a couple of beads of sweat on his forehead. He clasped his hands under the girl's buttocks, forming a sort of seat, so he could take some of the strain off his arms.
I tried to pull out a little way but the girl's sphincter held a cast-iron grip around the base of my cock. Instead I had to resort to little pushes, as though trying to penetrate even deeper, squashing the girl's coltish buttocks and jolting her tiny frame. With the intense pressure and fiery heat from inside her, I wasn't going to last long. Suddenly I reached my point of no-return, and I felt a huge throb build inevitably then course its way the length of my cock, jetting my sperm into the barren waste of the girl's bowels. There were strangely long intervals between my spurts, as though my body knew the girl's sphincter was constricting my urethra and had to build up pressure to force the semen through, making my orgasm seem to continue for eternity. Even when my balls were empty, my cock kept giving little dry throbs and twitches.
Now it was my turn to feel hot, tired and sticky. To my surprise I stayed hard, the blood trapped in my cock by the girl's tight sphincter. Then I noticed Mike had also stayed hard. He adjusted his hands again and lowered the girl slightly, then he lifted her up so his cock started to slide out of her. To my surprise, instead of pulling out completely, he lowered the girl again. He was going for seconds. The girl started to protest then thought better of it. Mike was obviously a valued customer.
Quickly speeding up, it wasn't long before I felt Mike's cock throbbing again, jetting a second batch of sperm into the girl's immature cunt. Mike's face was now quite red and he was sweating quite profusely. From somewhere he found the energy to clasp his hands under the girl's buttocks again, an obvious invitation for me to go again.
I was still gripped too tightly to pull out, but I didn't think I had it in me to go again so soon. Nevertheless, I resumed little thrusts into the girl's rectum and my arousal started to grow again. I took much longer to climax this time, my balls managing to conjure from nowhere enough sperm for half a dozen weakish spurts.
"God, you look a mess!" said Mike, his comment reflected in how exhausted I felt.
"You too!" I panted back.
Fortunately I felt my cock start to soften slightly, and gripping the girl's hips tightly, I managed to pull past her vice like sphincter and withdraw. Despite all the lubricant my cock was red raw, and flecked with faeces and sperm.
I raised my grip up to the girl's armpits and helped lift her off Mike's impaling cock. It too was losing its hardness and had a liberal coating of lubricant and sperm. We gently lowered the girl to the ground, but her legs gave way and we had to hold her up. She too was in a state, with beads of sweat on her face and her hair plastered to her forehead, a vacant look in her eyes. Even so the hat remained glued to her head.
"Are you okay, honey?" asked Mike.
"Give me a few minutes. I need to sit down," she croaked.
Mike laid one of the towels on the concrete inside the doorway and I lowered the girl onto it. Mike and I used our towels to clean ourselves, then pulled up our boxers and trousers. I fetched the girl's can of pop from the car and she gulped it down.
"Thanks, I needed that." She was slowly coming round, the life returning to her eyes. Mike handed her another towel and she started mopping between her legs, where sperm was oozing from her cunt. Mike indicated he wanted a word and we returned to the car leaving the girl some privacy while she cleaned herself up.
"I don't know about you but I've never cum twice in a row like that before. She's a great kid, I think we should give her a bonus."
"Whatever you think," I agreed.
I spotted the bag of crisps on the back seat of the car, and using that as an excuse I returned to the girl. She was tugging up her panties from knee-level. She saw me watching and grinned. I noticed with shock the bulging of her belly, yet to return to its normal shape after its double invasion, and I realised the extent of the ordeal through which we had put her. I held out the bag of crisps. The girl pulled her panties up to her waist, tightness round the crotch emphasising rather than hiding her not yet closed up cunt lips, then she took the crisps.
"Thanks, a girl's got to keep her strength up," she said, feeding a handful into her mouth.
She stepped into her skirt and pulled that up to her waist, tucked in her blouse then zipped it up at the side. Now it covered her almost to the knees. Apart from a few strands of blonde hair still plastered to her forehead, she looked every inch the innocent schoolgirl, as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
"We'd better get you back to school or you'll be late," said Mike when we returned to the car.
"Thanks but there's no hurry today," said the girl as she hopped onto the back seat. "First lesson after lunch is Religious Education and Miss is very easy-going. She lets us come and go pretty much as we please. I'm glad I haven't got sport though, I'll be bow-legged for a week."
On the way back to the school, Mike reached over his shoulder and handed the girl a wad of notes.
"You were fantastic today so there's a little bonus."
The girl counted out the notes.
"Wow, eighty quid! Thank you, now I can afford some new trainers."
She leaned forward and wrapped her arms round Mike's neck from behind, kissing the back of his head.
"Seat belt!" Mike ordered.
Abashed, the girl sat back and buckled up.
Five minutes later Mike drew up outside the school gates and the girl opened her door.
"Do you work weekends?" I asked as she was getting out of the car.
"Why?" she replied, hesitating for a moment.
"I've got a nephew who'll be eighteen soon. I think he's a virgin. I caught him looking at little girls on his computer recently so I know he'd he interested. I think you'd be the ideal present for him, dressed in your school uniform."
"It will be difficult to get away from my parents but I might be able to do it. When do you have in mind?"
"I'll have to let you know. How can I get in touch with you?"
"You know where to find me," she grinned, "except when it's raining."
She slammed the door shut and entered the school gates.
I re-read the sign we had stopped alongside: 'For girls aged 4-11'.
"Christ, how old is she?" I asked as the slim blonde entered the school building and disappeared out of sight. She had seemed even younger than yesterday's girl.
"Old enough. It's better not to ask," replied Mike as he put the car in gear and pulled away.
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