The Firing Squad: Part 3 - Friendly fire

The rugby lads and the cock hungry girls get back together again.

Note: I'd always expected "Firing Squad" to be a two part story, but it felt like there were still lots of loose ends to tie up, so here goes...

Story:
All the pressure was on Dara.
It was the final minute of the match.
Paddy had just burst through the lines to score a dramatic last gasp try, to bring St Dunstan's College within one point of St Margaret's
Now Dara had a kick for a conversion that would surely determine the destination of the Kelly cup.

It would have been a difficult kick - even without the added pressure, but he calmly selected his spot, created a divot on the turf and placed the oval ball.
He stepped back with a measured pace, paused to check his aim and then strode forward with ice in his veins to strike it smoothly and cleanly, with unerring accuracy.

The ball sailed into the sky, climbing steadily until it submitted to the wind and gravity - arcing down and leftwards, between the posts to secure victory and trigger cheers and applause from the crowd of family and friends standing on the sidelines.

The final whistle signalled the end of the match.
The Kelly Cup was theirs and captain Dermot raised it with pride!

He was still jubilant when he left the changing room twenty minutes later, along with Paddy, Dara, Michael and Cormac.
They were all so pleased to have defeated their arch rivals. And they were also delighted to be congratulated by the three beauties waiting for them outside. There were cheers and congratulations and hugs and kisses all round.
It was more than just high spirits.

The boys were still high on adrenaline from the excitement of the match and also ranging with testosterone after vanquishing their opponent.

The girls were thrilled by their athletic prowess.
Proof of the manly power and virility, which they'd all experienced in the shower room, during their recent field trip.

The air was crackling with sexual tension.
If they were ever going to get together again, this surely had to be the moment.

"Do you girls want to join us for a celebration?" asked Dermot, taking the lead.

"What d'ya mean? A drink or an ice cream or something like that?" replied Orla.

"Yeah, I suppose so." Dermot shrugged, a little disappointed. "Don't you want something a little harder?"

"Oh I thought you'd prefer a milk shake!" Una cupped her tits and juggled them for boys. "What do you think, lads?"

They all voiced their approval, her tits were definitely the biggest in the whole college.

"Well," Orla chimed in again, anxious not to be overshadowed by her more buxom friend, "I'm in the mood for a bit of sausage myself!"

"Come on then!"
They made their way towards the car park.

Naimh shared a glance with her twin brother.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry.
Paddy and I have to go home... we've got some family stuff to do, sorry."
She stepped away, but Paddy looked at her blankly.
"You know," she urged him, "Aunty Mary!"

"Oh hell yes!" The penny dropped, "Aunty Mary, of course...
See you lads."
He hurried away with his sister.

The only "family stuff" the two of them would be doing was each other!
They'd be doing it long and hard and in every position they could think of.
And they had all afternoon to do it. Their mum & dad were away, visiting their aunt...

The rest of the gang said their farewells and crowded into Dermot's car.
Michael claimed the front seat as usual (he was his best mate, after all), but he regretted it when the girls got onto the back seat with Cormac and Dara.

They shuffled up onto the boys' knees and although it wasn't at all comfortable, nobody complained - they were all too grown up for that.
Una and Orla both put their arms around their boy and held on tight while he tried to work his hand up their skirt or under their top to cop a feel.

Dermot concentrated on the road ahead, but told Michael there was a bottle of whisky in the glove box.
All the passengers took a slug and although none of them liked the harsh taste, nobody complained - they were all too grown up for that too.

He didn't have to drive far.
They were going to the place that they thought was their own little secret, but which had actually been the venue for generations of horny young lovers' secret snogs and clandestine couplings.
Dermot steered carefully down a woodland track and parked by a "romantic" pool.

"Okay Una," he turned towards the back seat, "get yourself round here. I'm ready for some of that milkshake you promised us!"

She somehow managed to squeeze in between Dermot and Michael.
"Hope you don't mind sharing," she told them as she peeled off her tee shirt and released her beautiful boobs from her bulging brassiere.
The lads didn't mind sharing at all - there was plenty of titty goodness to around. They clawed and pawed and sucked like their lives depended on it.

And although she didn't quite have the ample assets to match her friend, Cormac and Dara couldn't wait for Orla to follow suit and allow them to enjoy her own twin treasures.

The girls loved it too.
The special sensation of getting both tits sucked at once was double the fun and they couldn't help but compare the boys' techniques as they both competed to prove they were the better lover.
But, Orla remembered that the girls had been promised more, and she wanted it...
"I think it's time you boys gave us some of that sausage you were talking about!"

"Hell yeah."
The boys had them out in a jiffy.
Four hard cocks, standing proud and ready for action - just like that night in the showers.

The throbbing members were met by four enthusiastic female hands, fervently fumbling forward and back, finding the sweet rhythm that every man craves.

The girls continued to wank their boys, while they sucked and toyed with their tits.
The car had become their lovenest.
A scene of carnal desire.
The air was rent with the sound and smell of sex.
The girls were driving their men towards their tumultuous climax.
But...

"Oh no!
Shit, shit!"
Dermot slammed on the brakes.
"We've got to stop!
"Everybody stop right now.
My parents will kill me if they find spunk stains all over the seats!"

Well that certainly spoilt the moment.
Everybody released the cock or tit that they had been pleasuring and sat back in silent frustration and disappointment.

What a bummer.

Una leant towards the back seat to whisper secretly to her friend.
"What!" Orla sounded shocked
"I've never..."
"Me neither," replied Una, "but it might be fun."
"Okay," they both giggled in that sexy conspiratorial way that girls horny girls do - especially when they've been plied with whisky.
"Who's up for a spit-roast?"

"What? With the two of you? Fuck yeah." Dermot couldn't believe his ears, "We'd best do it in the woods though - it might get messy."

The other lads agreed too.
They didn't want to admit that they had no idea what a "spit-roast" was (they were far too grown up for that).

They began to clamber out of the car, but Una took charge.
"I hope you boys have brought some some rubbers."

"Oh, shit yeah," Dermot came to his senses, "I've got plenty in my sports bag."

So that was that.
Both teenage trios sought out a seculed spot amidst the rhododendron bushes and sorted out logistics of their latest adult adventure.

Orla slipped off her skirt and slid down her knickers as she got onto her hands and knees.
Legs apart, hips raised, ready for action.

Cormac positioned himself behind her.
Standing between her thighs and stroking her buttocks softly.
She shivered at his touch and sighed when his fingers curled down to her crotch and caressed her cunt, finding her warm and wet and waiting for his cock.
He pushed forward and entered her with ease.

"Oh yes!" Orla gasped with delight.
She only ever been screwed missionary style, but doggy was a much better angle.
She pushed back to take him as deep as she could.

"Are you ready?" Dara asked politely.

"Oh yeah," Orla opened her mouth to accept his rigid rod - she'd almost forgotten about him.

"Ok then."
He gave her a few inches.
He wasn't bold enough to shove his way into her throat. He didn't know it was allowed and, of course, he didn't need to anyway.
The touch of her tongue on his cockhead, the rubbing of her lips upon his ridge and the sensation of her suction along his shaft were more than enough to satisfy him.
He held still and allowed the gorgeous girl to service him, taking him back and forth as Cormac's insistent thrusts shunted her body from behind.

It was his first blowjob and it was the greatest moment of his life, but whilst he fought to prolong the exquisite experience it was only a matter of time before Orla overpowered him with her oral skills.
His toes curled and his body shook as he surrendered to her talents, spurting and jerking uncontrollably.

Orla swallowed all she could, but she too was struggling to retain her self control as Cormac continued to fuck her cunt.
Long, hard, deep strokes, hitting the special places that no boy had ever reached before, making her squirm and spasm in delight as she reached her peak.
She came around his cock, clamping it, triggering it to release its lusty load.
She felt it throb as it fulfilled its manly purpose and shot rope after rope of salty spunk, into the safe custody of its latex sheath.

Their tryst completed, the three of them collapsed into a tangled heap of sated naked flesh and turned their attention to their friends.

Una, Dermot and Michael were busily engaged in their own amorous adventure.

Una had dropped down onto all fours and wiggled her arse, challenging the lads to do as they pleased.
Dermot took the initiative, pulling her skirt up her back and yanking down her knickers to bare her sex.
He rubbed at her buttocks and grabbed her by the pussy, whilst Michael groped her breasts - bigger than ever as they hung and swung freely beneath her chest.
Both their cocks were hard and confident, determined to give her the dual fucking that she was waiting for.

Una held still, excited by the men's hands upon on her and tense in expectation of what they would do to her next.
She could feel their cocks nudging against the cheeks of her face and her backside.
They were already sticky with precum.
One slipped between her buttocks and pushed against her arsehole.

"Hey, not there!" she scolded, "stick it in my vaj!"

"Okay," chuckled Dermot, "Only joking."
He made eye contact with his friend and they both grabbed their cocks, taking aim and then silently miming a countdown to one another.

"Five, four, three, two, one..."

They both entered her simultaneously, skewering her body between their own. Humping her with a matching rhythm, stabbing at her cervix and her throat in turn.

Una had little choice, but to accept what the boys gave her.
Their cocks sawing back and forth within in her.
Screwing her with vigour and determination.
Using her for their own satisfaction, but stimulating her own.
High on endorphins and drunk with desire she gave her herself completely. Drifting into a submissive subspace so deep that she never even noticed when Dermot spanked her arse, just because he could!

They fucked Una hard.
Treating her like their cumdump and both firing their their loads into her within seconds of each other.
Flooding her with spunk as they drove her on to her own orgasm.

She flopped to the floor like a rag doll and the boys lay beside her pawing her like conquering heroes claiming the spoil of war.

All six the horny, sweaty, young teens took a moment to silently suck in the fresh air and recover their faculties in readiness to swap partners and start on another round of sexy shenanigans.

This moment of silence was shattered by a shrill female voice.
"What in God's name are yous lot up to?!"

The lovers all looked up to see a redheaded girl, of their own age, leaning on her bicycle.
It was Fiona.
Goody two shoes, Fiona.
Their classmate and the archetypal, "butter wouldn't melt in her mouth", prim and proper catholic college girl.

"What does it look like doing?!" Una snapped sarcastically.

"Well it's disgusting.
I'm reporting all of yous!"

Orla sighed, "Who are you going to tell, Fi?
We're all 18.
We're grown ups.
And it's nobody else's business."

"Well..." she was stumped.

"And what are you doing here anyway?" Orla continued, "are you spying on us?"

"No, of course not.
Why would I want to see a load of boys' cocks?"
She turned away as she realised she was staring at them.
"I've got a boyfriend of my own."

"That doesn't answer the question, does it?" Una took up the attack.
"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was watching Ardal play rugby, but I got bored and it's a nice day so I went for a bike ride instead.
I wasn't expecting to find a roman orgy!"

"You never said he played rugby." Orla was intrigued, "Is he at St Margaret's?"

"Yes! I thought I'd told you."

"No you just said he went to a different college, so we wouldn't know him."
(She'd also said that she'd wanked him so much that they'd had to use a mop & bucket to clean up all the spunk - so naturally they'd assumed Ardal was just a figment of her imagination).

"Well he goes to St Margaret's and he plays for their rugby team.
He's one of the boys in the scrum - not in the middle with the fat boys - just on the side."

"So he's a flanker then?" Michael chimed in.

"Don't talk about my boyfriend like that!" (Fiona thought he was calling him a wanker), "you don't even know him."

Michael couldn't be bothered to explain the intricacies of rugby positions but just responded with, "Well he was a loser today. Dara scored in the last minute and we won the Kelly Cup."

"Oh well done," she shrugged - she didn't really care, "Ardal will be disappointed though."

"I guess so, but you know what that means, don't you?"
Una had an idea.
She stood up looking down at her friends to encourage their support.

"What?" Fiona had no idea what she talking about.

"You know... the Kelly Cup tradition?"

Fi shook her head.

"Well it's all about good sportsmanship.
I mean the lads spend the whole match trying to smash "seven bells out of each other" and they all shake hands and are the best of friends afterwards."

"Yeah?"

"And their girlfriends shout their heads off to support their lads, but they are good sports too so they honour the winners, in their was, at the end of the match."

"Oh, I've never heard of that."

"Well of course not, you left early, but it's all about the spirit of rugby.
Things might get aggressive on the field, but we never stop respecting each other. It's what the Kelly Cup's all about."
Una was getting excited now.
Fiona was really falling for all this bullshit.

"Oh well, suppose I should have stayed till the end then
I'm just not really into rugby.
What do the girlfriends do?"

"Well you just do something to honour the winning team." she said casually, "I mean, if we'd lost, me and Orla would probably still be there sucking their cocks."

"What!?
So because Ardal's team lost... am I supposed to... just because I'm his girlfriend?"

"Well, yeah," Una feigned surprise. "I hadn't thought about it... but I guess so.
I mean... it is traditional after all."

All eyes were on Fiona as she squirmed in embarrassment.
She took a deep breath and looked at the boys. All with their cocks on show, in differing states of arousal.
She thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"No.
No, I'm sorry.
I don't care if it is tradition.
I'm not sucking all those."

Una looked at the boys in disappointment, but now Orla had an idea.
"Maybe you don't have to do all of them then. I mean four is quite a lot, but if you just did one two, that would probably be enough to satisfy tradition. Don't you think?"

Una and boys nodded and muttered in agreement.

The pressure was back on Fiona.
She was trapped by Orla's compromise. There was no way she could just say "no" now without defying tradition and looking like a scardycat.
She was going to have to do it.
She bit her lip.
"Okay, but just one of you."
It was the best deal she could hope for.

"Well that should be Dara, then, shouldn't it?" Orla suggested quickly, "he did score the winning points, after all.
He was also the least experienced and the most gentle of the boys, so he was probably the best choice for Fiona's first time. Especially as he had the smallest dick!

So that was that.
"Goody two shoes" Fiona who had come to complain about all the sucking and fucking was going to end up giving one of boys a blowjob!

She didn't want everyone to watch though, so Orla found her a sheltered spot where she could do the deed (and everybody else could peek through the bushes without her knowing).

Orla led her to the chosen place and sat her down on a fallen tree trunk.
Fiona glanced around to make sure the others were all out of earshot and whispered, "Don't tell anyone, but I've never done this before."

"Not even with Ardal?"

"No, I think he wants too, but I haven't encouraged him."

"Well it's nothing to worry about.
It's easy, it's fun, the boys love it and it won't give you a baby."

"Will you stay with me, you know, if that's not too weird?"

"Ok, if you want me to, but you'll be fine. Dara's a sweetie."

"Does it hurt?"

"No," she chuckled and gave her a hug, "Like I said, there's nothing to worry about.
You ought to take your top off though, you don't want it to get messed up."

"Good thinking," Fiona shyly pulled her tee shirt over her head and set it aside.

"Better lose the bra too." Orla prompted gently.

"Do I have to?"

"I think it's best. It'll help you both get into the mood.
There's no need to be shy, I mean everyone else has got their clothes off."

"I know but, well Una's boobs are... you know... and yours are big too, mine are going to look tiny."

Orla giggled again, "I know what you mean, Una's are massive and boys are always staring at them, but I'll tell you a secret.
Boys love all the boobs they see. It doesn't matter whether they're big or small, as long as you're not flat chested, boys will be all over them.
And, remember, we shared a dormitory last month, so I know you are certainly not "flat chested!""
She unclasped Fiona's bra and peeled it away.
"You've got a lovely pair."
She reached around and stroked one, "Stick them out and be proud."

Dara appeared from behind the bushes and walked towards them. He was a little nervous - he wasn't very experienced and he knew his friends were peeking.
"Hi," he didn't know what else to say.

"Hi," whispered Fiona in response

He stared at her firm tits with their big nipples.
She stared at his semi hard cock, calculating whether she would be able to get it into her mouth.

Orla took charge.
"Okay, there's no hurry and I know you're too much of a gentleman to expect her to just do it straight away, so it's best if you play a little first.
You know, just to get you warmed up and in the mood."

"Okay," they both agreed and nodded their heads, but neither made a move.

Orla guessed that they were waiting for her instruction.
She started with Dara,
"You like her tits don't you?
Kneel down and stroke them."

He obeyed without a word.
Fiona's back stiffened in nervous expectation.

"There's no need to squeeze them.
Just stroke gently.
Use your fingertips.
Start on the sides and the underneath.
That's it."

She didn't need to tell him that "that" was "it", Fiona's gasp told him all that he needed to hear.
She had never been touched there or like that before.
His caress sent a charge of electricity straight down to her pussy.
Ardal had never made her feel so good.

The stroking continued, under Orla's careful instruction. The fingertips moving ever closer to her, now erect, nipples. The stroking turning into rubbing, then rolling, then grasping and only then squeezing.
Fiona threw her head back in delight.
She started to feel wet between her legs.

But Orla and Dara hadn't finished yet.
She told him use his mouth, teasing those sexy nips with his tongue, kissing the swell of her breasts with his lips and, of course, suckling them in the way that nature intended and men loved.
Fiona found that she it loved too.
She held his head against her chest and writhed with delight beneath him.

It was a great start, but it was only the start.

Orla had Dara stand up and Fiona's eyes bulged as she saw his now fully erect penis bobbing in front of her face.

Orla told her to wank it and she gingerly took the cockhead in her fingertips and pulled it towards her.
"Oh is that how Ardal likes it?" her instructor asked, she didn't wait for a reply but continued "well most guys prefer it like this."
She guided her fingers around shaft and jerked it in the customary manner.

"Oh yes Fi that feels great," Dara encouraged her enthusiastically, "you're really good at this."

"That's right, but you don't want to make him cum yet so slow down."
Orla didn't want to end the show prematurely.
"Now just hold the base and give the rest of it a little lick."

Fiona pulled a face, but she knew that this was what they were there for and reluctantly did as she was told.
She flicked out her tongue and licked - a little.
It didn't taste of anything unpleasant and it flexed in response to her touch.

"Oh my god."
It was clear that Dara liked it.

She licked little more, learning where her man liked it best and revelling in her new found power to tease and please.

When Orla told her it was time to to take him into her mouth, she was ready.
She wasn't afraid.
It felt just as natural as when he had sucked her breast.
She didn't take all of his length though - Orla told her that she didn't need to, just the first few inches would be enough to get him off.

She didn't need any instruction on how to lick or suck his member. She did it on pure instinct.
Looking up at him through her lashes.
Eager to please.
A vision of female submission.
Unashamedly debauching herself to give her man the ultimate pleasure.
She worked at his dick urgently, as though it were the only thing in the world that mattered, gobbling and gorging on it with ardent desire.
Slavering it with her spittle.
Slipping and sliding her lips along its length.
Single minded in her determination to succeed in her mission to trigger his fountain and drink down every last drop of his salty seed.

"Ohmygod.
Fi!
I'm going to..."
Dara shouted out an anxious warning and Orla urged her to turn her head and try to catch his load on her mouth.

Fiona took her advice and managed to capture some of it, but she had done her job far too well.
Dara cried her name again as his cock pulsed and pumped his spunk.
She had no chance.
There was too much.
It came too fast.
She couldn't cope.
She gulped some down.
Some shot straight into her throat.
But the rest squirted onto her chin, neck and tits she as gagged and recoiled in panic.

"Wow! Well done. That was brilliant." Orla congratulated her, grinning all over her face.
Dara told her she was wonderful.
And the rest of the gang cheered and applauded from amongst the bushes.

Fiona coughed for a moment and then she just laughed.
She didn't know why.
She couldn't help it.
It just seemed like the natural thing to do.

"Was that alright?
Did I do it properly?"

"Yes, yes... absolutely perfect." Dara was full of praise.
He gave her a little kiss of thanks.
"Did you like it too?
I'm sorry I made such as mess."

"Oh yeah, it was really er... nice."
("Nice" a massive understatement, but she was too shy to admit how it had really made her feel).

"You do need to clean up though,". Orla explained, "it's good manners to swallow it all."

"Oh?" Fiona looked down at her chest.

"Use your fingers." Orla mimed, scooping imaginary jizz off her tit and sucking it into her mouth with a smile.

Her pupil followed her example and reported that it tasted okay.

Dara looked on in awe, enjoying the show.
"Ardal's a very lucky guy," he sighed.

"Why do you say that?" Fiona was surprised by his comment.

"Well..." Dara prepared to bare his soul.
"Look, I've known you since primary school and even then I could tell that you were a kind and thoughtful girl.
Then we got to secondary school and I started to notice how pretty you were - I wanted to ask you out, but I didn't dare.
And now you're all grown up and you're, well... sexy."
He turned his head in embarrassment and Fi chuckled again - no boy had ever even told her she was "pretty". She never thought she'd be called "sexy".

An awkward silence hung in the air until Fiona said, "Right, I guess I ought to be heading home."

"Ok," Dara mumbled quietly and then plucked up the courage to ask, "Could I walk you?"

"That would be nice, I could do with a hand pushing my bike back up the hills."

"Great." He grinned, "I'll just get dressed."
Dara left the girls alone whilst he went to retrieve his clothes.

"Well! He sounds keen!" Orla giggled as she passed Una her own clothing.

"Do you think so?"

Orla nodded.

Fiona pulled on her tee shirt.
"Could you do me a favour and look after my bra until Monday? I think I'll just leave it off this afternoon."

"Good idea.
Dara will be pleased.
I told you you weren't flat chested." She giggled.
"Now then, tuck that tee shirt in nice and tight and pinch those nipples - like this, see?" She tweaked her own.
"That's it.
Stick 'em out and be proud."

Dara came to collect her and once they'd said their goodbyes Fiona could just be heard whispering into his ear.
"Don't say anything, but I think I might have to dump Ardal. I'm not sure he's ready for a real woman yet."

The rest of the gang watched them leave quietly, but Una quickly claimed their attention.

"Well, that was all very romantic.
But now I'm in the mood for some more fucking!
Who's with me?"