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Lockdown nearly killed me.
I’m a twentyeight yearold guy, pretty goodlooking (at least I think so!), have a good job and a flash car, the only down side being I still live with my parents, but hey, the rent is cheap.
I live in a small town just twenty minutes outside of Edinburgh, so commuting is really easy, and with plenty of friends at work, I can also find somewhere to kip if I don’t fancy the trip home.
I also don’t have a girlfriend, well not a long term one anyway. Living close to Edinburgh means that there are loads of young, gorgeous students always going around, so hitting some of the ‘student’ pubs on a Friday or Saturday (or any other night of the week) nearly always guaranteed a good fuck.
However, all that was soon stopped when lockdown started.
I suppose I was one of the lucky ones whose job just moved from the office to my bedroom, where I found I was just as effective, holding meetings over Zoom etc, but the life really took a nosedive.
From March 23rd for nearly three months, with virtually no chance of meeting anyone, apart from my parents, it was a real bind.
But then suddenly we could meet people outdoors, fantastic, literally.
Straight away I was on to a bunch of friends in Edinburgh in order to arrange an outdoor gathering, a group of pals, in the Meadows with a pile of booze and hopefully a shag or two thrown in as well.
It was going to be Saturday night and being the middle of June, we’d arranged to meet at nine, still plenty of drinking time in the beautiful evening air, it not getting darker until about eleven at that time of year. I was going to get a bus into town so I could have a good skinful, then work out how I was going to get home, if at all after that.
I went for a bus just after eight, on the way passing the local convenience store where I picked up a twolitre bottle of Pepsi and a bottle of Vodka. The plan was that I’d drink enough of the Pepsi on the bus on the way in then pour in the Vodka and then I had two litres of readymade Vodka and Coke, perfect.
I got to the bus stop just in time, as the bus was just coming round the corner of the street as I arrived. But then disaster struck.
As I climbed on to the bus, I was about to ask for my ticket when the Driver asked me where my mask was. Fuck! I’d forgotten to bring a mask with me, it was now the law that everyone had to wear a mask on Public Transport.
I tried to reason with the guy, but he just wasn’t going to listen. Either I got a mask, or I got off his bus before he called the police. I got off the bus.
I was livid with myself; how could I have been so stupid. The biggest problem was that the next bus wasn’t for another hour, so it would be nearer ten before I got in.
As much as I craved meeting up with my pals, hanging around for nearly two hours was a big waste of time, and I still didn’t want to drive in as getting parked in town, then getting the car back out the following morning would also have been a pain in the neck.
I stood at the bus stop for another five minutes weighing up my options and wondering what I should do. Then I had an idea, and a smile broke out on my face, as I suddenly remembered just what I would normally have done on a night like this several years ago.
Across the other side of town is a Country Park, nature reserve sort of place, and as a teenager I used to hang out down there with my pals, drinking, and having with our girls. I’d need to do without the tonight, but I could go down there with my Vodka and Coke and reminisce about these old days.
It took me about half an hour to walk across town to the entrance of the park, by this time of night there might still be a few dog walkers going about but they would soon be tucked up at home watching the telly.
By now I had also necked a good bit of the Pepsi, so topped up the bottle with my Vodka and then dumped the empty bottle in a bin. I’d rather carry one than both.
I was heading for the BBQ area. It was a typical Country Park, it had been the wooded parkland around an old stately home, which no longer existed, but the old stable block and adjoining walled garden still existed and had been turned into a Visitor Centre. About a hundred yards away in a large clearing in the woods was a couple of brickbuilt BBQ’s which were surrounded by four or five tables with benches.
This was where we used to come all those years ago to hang out. I was pretty sure that I’d find the place deserted these days, imagining that most kids would be home in their bedrooms texting away to pals or on their Xboxes etc.
However, as I nearer the clearing I could hear some voices, so slowing, I approached a little more cautiously to see who had stolen my spot.
Sort of hiding in the shadow of a big Beech tree I saw a group of six teenagers sitting at one of the benches, chatting away while they drank from a series of bottles which they passed between themselves. I couldn’t believe it; it was as if I was watching myself all those years earlier. I grinned as I stood there watching them, thinking to myself that I was sure they wouldn’t get up to some of the other ‘tricks’ we used to get up to. If only they knew how many girls had been fucked at that very table at which they now sat.
After a couple more minutes I heard a moan of dismay and saw one of their bottles, now empty, being lobbed over in the direction of the litter bins. From the shape and colour of the bottle, even I could tell it had been a bottle of ‘Bucky’, but now that that was finished, it looked like all they were left with was a couple of bottles of cider.
I had a way in.
I wandered out from where I was standing and headed towards the group. I’d got to within about fifteen yards of them when I was spotted.
“Who the fuck are you?” came the cry from one of the guys, I wasn’t sure who.
“D’you mind if I join you?” I asked holding up my bottle of Pepsi.
“Ha, ha, ha,” laughed one of the other guys, “You think a bottle of Pepsi lets you join us? Fuck off pal!”
I unscrewed the cap and took a swig from the bottle.
“Aaaaah!” I exhaled as the vodka burnt in my throat a bit, “More than just Pepsi this,” I replied, and having reached the side of the table, I passed it to the guy sitting beside where I stood.
He took a drink himself, then nearly sprayed it across those sitting opposite him.
” hell! What’s in there?” he asked when he got his breath back.
“Just Pepsi!” I said sarcastically, “And a fair amount of vodka.”
Suddenly, they were shuffling along the benches a bit and a seat appeared next to the guy I’d handed the bottle too. He went to hand it back to me, but I just waved that he should pass it on.
“Go on,” I said, “Pass it round.”
As they passed the bottle round, I got a better look at the group. There were three guys and three girls, and I assumed that they were paired off, but it wasn’t entirely clear who was with whom.
“Hi, my name’s Mark,” I said as a way of introduction, holding out my hand, which they all shook politely.
“Didn’t think I’d find anyone down here tonight,” I explained, “Didn’t think you youngsters would do this sort of thing these days. I used to come down here with my pals years ago.”
“We’re not ‘Youngsters’,” replied one of the girls sitting directly opposite me on the other side of the table. She was a pretty little thing, with one of the biggest chests I think I had seen, bursting to get out of her tight tshirt, “We’re all over eighteen, and going to College or Uni after the holidays.”
“My sincerest apologies to you all,” I replied smiling, casting my eyes round the group.
The three girls could have been clones of each other. All had long blonde hair that looked like it had been straightened to within an inch of its life. Even though they were sitting I could tell that they were slim and leggy and could easily be five eight or five nine. All three were also wearing exactly the same tshirts, some branded fashion type, and short midthigh pleated skirts, and white trainers.
The only difference, that I could noticeably see, was in the chest department. The one who sat opposite me as I said must have been at least a 40D, but they did look good on her slim body. Next to her, sat another girl who looked as if she was a 32B, if she was lucky, and the third who sat on the same side as me and at the opposite end, had the most stunning pair of 36C’s I had ever seen. I’m a real tit and leg man, I don’t like them big or small, and this little crackers looked like perfect full grapefruits perched on her chest.
“So, whose company do I have the pleasure of this fine evening?” I queried as my bottle came back to me and I took another good swig, before passing it round again.
The guy sitting next to me decided he’d do the introductions.
“I’m Bobby, and that’s my girlfriend Fiona sitting next to Megan over there,” he began pointing to the small chested then the huge chested one respectively, “And Ricky is Megan’s boyfriend,” he added indicating to the guy sitting on the other side of the table.
“At the end here is Tommy, and this is Claire his girlfriend,” continued Bobby.
So, now I knew who I was drinking with, although it didn’t really make a difference, I’d never see any of them again, or so I thought.
“You’re Jenny Callander’s older brother, aren’t you?” suddenly piped up Claire, the one with the gorgeous breasts, and I looked at her a little startled, as I did in fact have a sister called Jenny.
“Yes,” I replied cautiously, “How do you know her?” I asked intrigued as Jenny had to be four years older than them.
“She buddied me for the first couple of weeks when I started at High School,” she replied, “I live further down the street.”
Fuck me!
That, I hadn’t been expecting!
I also couldn’t believe that such a hottie lived down my street and I’d missed her. OK, it might have been cradlesnatching, as I was ten years older than her, but!
I looked a little bit embarrassed at my unexpected recognition.
“You’ve also got that cool car, don’t you?” Claire continued, and I nodded.
“What you got?” asked Tommy, sneering slightly.
“A Porsche Carrera,” I replied, trying to downplay it, “It’s a really old model, but it runs OK.”
This brought a chorus of whoops and cries of delight from the guys, but rather nonplussed responses from the girls, not surprising. Suddenly, I was flavour of the month.
“So, what did you and your pals do down here?” asked Ricky, who seemed to be the quietest of the boys.
“Much the same as you, by the look of things,” I responded, “Plenty of drinking, a little smoking dope.”
“Smoking dope!” gasped Tommy, “You really smoked dope down here?”
“Still do,” I replied, as I fished out my little tin with two pretty big reefers in it, “Do you guys want to try?”
I fished out my lighter as well and offered to light up. Again, the guys seemed keen, as did Megan and Fiona, but little miss perfect breasts seemed a little reluctant.
“Isn’t it illegal?” asked Fiona, with a grin.
“Only if you get caught!” I joked, “And actually, it’s safer and better for you than smoking cigs.”
I lit up now and took a long draw, before passing it over the table to Megan. Hesitantly, she took a drag and her eyes lit up as she managed to inhale the smoke without coughing all over the place. Fiona was also a bit cautious but managed before she passed it on to Ricky.
I was interested to see what Ricky would do, being the first of the males, I was sure he would be full of bravado and take a big draw. I wasn’t disappointed, and he did end up spluttering all over the place, to howls of ridicule from his pals.
“The trick is to draw in steadily,” I suggested as Tommy took the joint. He obviously didn’t want to look like a fool too, and followed my instructions, taking a long slow draw. If he had another couple of draws like that, he would really end up well stoned.
He passed it on to Claire, his girlfriend, and she took a small draw, he eyes also popping open at the subtle effects she felt almost immediately. Bobby took a good drag too, then passed it back to me.
“What do you think?” I asked and received a unanimous acceptance with nods and satisfied murmurs, “We go again?” again more nods.
So, taking another draw myself, I passed it round again, this time Fiona and Megan took bigger drags as did the boys, but I was interested to see that Claire was still a little hesitant. I quickly followed the joint with my bottle of vodka and coke, I knew the combination would be interesting in a little while.
By the time the reefer got back to me there was just a little butt left which I had a little drag on then tossed away.
“Mmmmm, nice and mellow!” I suggested, as I closed my eyes and allowed the calming influence of the weed to soak in.
“How many of you used to come down?” queried Tommy, who was already looking decidedly sleepy.
“Oh, there could be as many of twelve of us,” I replied, “Just depended who was available. Like you guys we were all paired up, with girlfriends,” then I laughed, “It led to some really wild nights!” as I smiled broadly.
“Why?” asked Megan, who was getting really interested.
I opened my eyes and looked straight at her.
“D’you really want to know?” I asked, almost daring her.
“Sure,” she replied, smiling back.
“We used to take turns to have on this very table!” I replied.
A whole series of gasps and giggles and other sounds of disbelief emanated from the other six.
“You did ask,” I responded.
“What, in front of the other ones?” asked Ricky, still in disbelief, to which I just nodded.
“Actual ?” asked Fiona, who was now looking rather turned on.
“Is there any other kind?” I asked, not expecting a reply.
“But weren’t you all embarrassed?” came from Bobby.
“Actually, it was a really big turn on,” I responded, “We used to cheer each other on, and I can assure you there was more teaching and learning went on here than in any Biology classroom. That’s for sure!”
This brought a big laugh from most of the group, and I took the opportunity to light the other reefer and begin to pass it round again, quickly followed by the vodka and coke.
“Did you ever swap girls?” asked Tommy, and I saw him get a withering look from Claire, just before he took yet another long draw on the weed.
“No, we just kept it all steady like, but as I said we all learned loads,” I reiterated.
“Such as?” enquired a very horny Fiona, as I could see her very erect nipples poking through her tshirt.
“Well, how to make your girl have an earthshattering orgasm,” I began, “To make sure you don’t cum too quickly, and that she gets satisfied too, whatever it takes.” I explained.
I could see that nearly everyone was now squirming about in their seats, obviously the dope and alcohol were working their magic, and I had a horny bunch of kids sitting around me.
How far would they go?
“Pity you didn’t go to these sessions, Ricky,” teased Megan, to sniggers from some of the others.
“Hey, whoa,” I interrupted, “I didn’t mean to start a war here!”
“She’s just teasing,” explained Fiona, laughing, “But a few pointers could be useful,” she added suggestively.
I looked at her, feigning shock, then looked round the others.
“What! You want me to tell you how to fuck?” I asked bemused.
“Well, we know how to do that,” countered Bobby, “But, yeh, sometimes it is a little onesided and the girls don’t get much out of it.”
I was now beginning to get a little aroused myself and took another drink of vodka and coke before passing the bottle around. I wanted to see just what they were used to doing down here.
“What? Do you mean you guys fuck down here too?” I asked mystified.
“No! Not on the table!” blurted out Claire, obviously a little embarrassed at the direction this had taken, “We sneak off into the woods and do it then come back.”
“Aaaaaah! I see,” I replied nodding, “Makes sense, you want a little privacy, but you don’t get to learn anything.”
“So….?” returned Fiona, “Would you show us?”
“Hey! Like I said, we didn’t go about other people’s girls, so I don’t really think I want to start now,” I replied, lying through my back teeth, “But if you guys want to fuck, then sure, I can tell you what you could do to make it better for both of you.”
“Holy Crap!” muttered Ricky, “I can’t believe we’re gonna do this,” he said looking urgently at Megan.
Megan looked at him a little unsure, but Fiona was staring at me intently.
“What do you say Bobby, will we get this party started?” she asked, still staring at me.
“Really? You want to do this?” he replied, his excitement growing.
“Fuck Yes! I’m so horny, just thinking about it,” she responded, now looking at Bobby with lustful eyes.
Before anyone else could say anything, she stood, rather unsteadily, and whipped off her tshirt, her small breasts suddenly exposed as she was braless. Climbing from behind the bench, she also unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the ground quickly followed by her white cotton panties. Six pairs of eyes swarmed over Fiona’s body, it was hard and tight as a teenager should be, and she had a neatly trimmed bush of light brown hair on her pubic mound. She looked very fuckable, and my cock was beginning to tell me so too.
Bobby nearly fell over as he tried to get out from behind his bench in a rush, but soon he too was shedding his tshirt and his shorts to reveal a rather scrawny body with an average cock that was certainly ready for action jutting out from his crotch. He moved to embrace Fiona at the end of the table, just inches in front of me.
Bobby suddenly looked at me.
“What should we do now?” he asked, to giggles from everyone else.
“Whatever you would normally do,” I replied honestly.
Fiona moved back until her bum was against the bench then lay back. I was so tempted to reach out and caress her. Bobby suddenly bent to pick up his shorts and fumbled about producing a condom from a pocket, ripped open the packet, then fumbled again as he tried to put it on.
I took that short hiatus to have a look around the others. All were very eagerly focused on Fiona and Bobby, excitement and lust showing in their eyes. All except for Tommy, who’s eyes seemed to be rather unfocused, and I didn’t think he was going to be with us for much longer. As I looked at Claire and Tommy, Claire turned her head slightly to look at me and her eyes suddenly blazed with lust, and she involuntarily licked her lips. Was that a come on?
By now, Bobby was raring to go and had moved between Fiona’s thighs as he lined up his cock with her hole. Instinctively, Fiona lifted her legs and wrapped them round his waist, for her own comfort if nothing else, as Bobby began to shove his cock into her.
I almost winced, it wasn’t tender and loving, it was pretty fast and furious, and I could see Fiona wriggle a little in pain until Bobby’s cock began to become a bit more lubricated from her juices. But once he was in and the two got into a steady rhythm, Bobby started to pay a little more attention to Fiona, leaning forward to kiss her and play with her tits. The others were giving him a good bit of encouragement as well, which seemed to go to his head a bit as he picked up the pace banging away good style.
Then came the inevitable. A sudden groan and a tensing of his body as he thrust into Fiona’s pussy and he came. Couldn’t have been much more than two minutes, and he was collapsing onto his girlfriend’s body panting wildly. Another ten seconds or so and the copulating pair were uncoupling, a big smile on Bobby’s face. Not so on Fiona’s.
“Marks out of ten?” I suggested jokingly. Not surprisingly Bobby and Ricky replied with tens, Tommy didn’t reply at all. But there was no response from the girls.
“Mmmmm,” I sighed, “How was that for you Fiona?” I asked rhetorically, “Bobby, you missed the whole point of , it is for both partners to enjoy, not just your cock. Fiona is lying there completely unsatisfied; you need to make her cum big style.”
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