Those of you familiar with the first story about me, written by one of my earliest boyfriends, Mark, (Lazycalm56) on here, will know the story well. However, I have decided to write about that day we spent in The Tavern, Yorkshire, during the summer of 1980, from my perspective.

This story is pretty much a prequel to my first story on Lush, about my very first gang-bang when I was twenty-two. However, the events here took place around five years earlier.

It was a glorious summer that year, and the weekend before our trip, I had just turned eighteen years old. Mark and I decided to visit my brother and his wife who lived in the small village of Todmorden, for a long weekend.

Mark and I had been dating for a few months, and from the start, our relationship was very sexual. At the time I was quite inexperienced, Mark even more so, and it was with me that he lost his virginity, a month or two before the events of this story. I had dated two guys before Mark, but both were quite ‘vanilla’ in the bedroom.

With Mark, however, we were both very keen to experiment with sex, and we seemed to ‘gel’ perfectly in the bedroom, despite our young ages at the time.

Like a lot of teenage girls back then, I loved to wear short skirts and dresses, and when I wasn’t at school I was always in high heels, and once I started my first job in the City of London, I wore them every day on my commute to work, with whatever outfit I had decided to wear. I admit I loved the looks and whistles I got from men in the city, and often I would choose a skirt short enough to tease male eyes on the London Underground doing my journeys to work.

Back to that summer day, in 1980.

We had driven up to Yorkshire to visit my brother and his wife in the village of Todmorden, for a long weekend. The weather that weekend was incredible, especially for the north of England, I packed my favourite short summer dresses and three pairs of high heels. However, it was one particular dress I took with us that is the ‘spark’ for the events I tell here. I have attached a photo above of me, taken by Mark at his brother's house of me in the dress, and heels I wore on the day of this event.

The dress was black chiffon, with a pink flower pattern all over. It had long sleeves, with buttons down the front and a pretty collar, it was of the drop-waist style, very fashionable at the time, and was very short.

The really sexy aspect of it however was the hemline, which was partially see-through. The dress was ultra-feminine, delicate, and extremely sexy. I knew Mark loved the dress, and I adored wearing it.

I had added a lovely pair of black suede high heels, that had thin ankle straps. Under the dress, I wore a pair of silky black tanga-style knickers, but due to the weather that day I decided not to wear a bra.

Back then I was a late developer, and even at eighteen, my tits were very small (32A) so I rarely needed to wear bras much of the time.

We had decided, as it was our last day in Yorkshire, to visit the famous ‘Tavern Inn’ on ‘Stoodley Pike’, one of the area's highest peaks. It’s now called ‘The Top Brink Inn’ I think, but back then it was widely known as one of the highest pubs in England. The drive to the top is quite a beautiful experience, and due to the altitude, our ears ‘popped’ a little on the way up.

As we drove along the winding lane to the top of the mountain, I sat next to Mark, my legs stretched out beside him, the dress had ridden up my thighs, and I could see Mark smiling at me and glancing at my legs as he drove his car up the winding road.

The week before our Yorkshire trip I had visited her hairdresser and had my hair cut a little shorter, and restyled into this gorgeous little collar-length wavy style that Mark said, oozed sex appeal.

Eventually, we reached the crest of the mountain, so he turned the car into the car park of the pub and parked not too far from the main door.

We both got out of the car, I grabbed my handbag, and we made our way to the pub's front door. The wind was flapping at the back of my dress, so rather than holding it down with my hand, I cheekily ignored it, much to Mark’s approval as he walked behind me I think.

We entered the pub together, walking into the main bar area. Inside were a few couples and families, enjoying meals, and drinks at tables, however, I soon noticed there seemed to be far more men inside the Inn than women. Given how lovely the weather was that day, the pub was by no means full, and we found ourselves a table with ease.

As we walked across the floor of the pub and I couldn’t help noticing a few male eyes following me as I walked. Most of the guys seemed to be a lot older than either of us and, I assumed it was rare to see such a young couple inside the Inn.

As we passed one guy standing by the corner of the bar, he followed me with his eyes, looked me up and down, and said, ‘Oh yes baby girl, dressed to kill and looking so gorgeous.’

He was of medium height but stocky build, and appeared to me to be in his mid-fifties or so. He was smiling at me, so I politely smiled back.

He then did a low whistle, and said, ‘Those legs baby.’ He then took his beer and walked away towards the right-hand side of the pub.

We sat down, and soon after, the waiter approached our table. We ordered lunch and some drinks, then relaxed and enjoyed the atmosphere inside this famous English Inn.

Our lunch was lovely, and after Mark ordered more drinks, I got up from my seat and told Mark I was going to the toilets.

As I got near the ladies' toilets, I noticed a group of four men standing by the end bar. One of them was the man who had commented about my legs earlier. They were all looking at me smiling, then a couple of them wolf-whistled at me. However as I passed by them, suddenly I felt hands stroke my bum through the back of my dress.

‘Fucking gorgeous, baby,’ said one of the men.

When I returned to our table a little later, Mark asked me if everything was ok.

‘Yes fine, Mark,’ I replied, ‘When I walked around the back of the bar to go to the toilets, I was whistled at by some of the men around there,’ I added.

‘That is hardly surprising babe, considering how beautiful you look today, and your outfit of course, ‘ he said.

’Two of them touched my bum, as I passed them.’

‘Again hardly surprising darling,’ replied Mark.

We enjoyed our drinks, then Mark told me he too needed the toilet. So he shuffled past my legs and made his way to the toilets. I said I would buy us some Coffee at the bar while he was gone.

As I approached the bar, one of the men from the group walked towards me and stood next to me. I looked at him and he smiled back at me. He then said, ‘Hello beautiful.’

I smiled back and replied, ‘Hello.’

He told me his name was Steve and he was a local and was here with his group of three friends. I estimated his age to be early to mid-fifties, however, he was very handsome. He was tall and had dark hair with a few grey lines, here and there. Despite this, I found him very attractive.

I have always had a thing for older men, and even at eighteen, I used to look at older men on the London Underground looking smart in their business suits in the city.

He moved a little closer to me and said, ‘You are utterly gorgeous sweetheart, what is your name?’

‘Thank you, my name is June,’ I replied.

‘Well hello, June,’ he said, ‘How old are you, baby?’

‘I turned eighteen last weekend,’ I replied.

‘How lovely, June, you look much younger than that though darling,’ he said.

He then asked me what I was there that day and where I was from.

‘I am here with my boyfriend, Mark, we are here for a long weekend break,’ I replied.

‘You are a Yorkshire lass though, I can tell from your accent,’ he said.

‘Actually, I am from Leeds.’

He then placed his arm around my waist, I looked at him and said, ‘What you are doing?’

‘Just getting to know you better, June, that's all,’ he replied.

‘My boyfriend is in the toilets, he will be back soon,’ I added.

‘I know, baby, perhaps he won’t mind me getting to know you better,’ he said.

I remember wondering why Mark was taking so long in the toilets, yet I didn’t feel uncomfortable with this much older man, who was now blatantly flirting with me. In fact, he made me feel quite strange, excitingly so, if I am honest, and I kind of felt powerless to stop him from keeping his arm around me. He also picked up my hand, and kissed it lightly, keeping hold of it as we spoke.

We carried on chatting together, and slowly I realised his hand around my waist had now dropped lower and was resting on my bum, he gently squeezed my ass through the thin dress. I reached around and took his hand away, placing it back around my waist. All the time he was smiling at me and looking intently into my eyes.

He kissed my hand once more and again dropped his hand lower and onto my bum.

Again I reached around and placed his hand back around my waist, this went on a few more times.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I realised, Mark had returned to our table, however far from looking angry, he was just watching me with this Steve guy, his face told a very different story than that of being jealous, in fact, he appeared to be transfixed by what was happening with me and this stranger at the bar.

Steve now lowered his hand once again, and this time he kissed me softly on the mouth at the same time, at first I made to pull away, but he gently pulled my head closer to him, and as I relaxed as he kissed me fully, his other hand round the back of my head.

After a few moments, nervously I began to respond to his kisses, kissing him back, softly at first, then more deeply, his hand still caressing my ass through her short little dress. As Mark watched open-mouthed, Steve’s hand slowly moved lower, under the hem of the dress, then inside and onto my satin knickers. This time, I did nothing to stop him, and we carried on kissing passionately while he felt my ass through my knickers. He then slowly slid his hand inside the top of my silky knickers, my dress now held up by his arm, slowly he worked his hand inside until he was feeling and caressing my bare bum right before my boyfriend's gaze, our kissing was still just as passionate with him now holding my hair in his hand, and working his tongue inside my open mouth.

I realised I was becoming highly turned on now, embarrassingly so, but I still felt totally under this man's spell and unable to resist what he was doing to me.

After a few more minutes of this, I then pulled away from him, straightened my dress, and grabbed my handbag. I told Steve I needed to go to the toilets, and he then said, ‘While you are there, June, I want you to remove your knickers for me, come back, then go over and drop them on your boyfriend's lap.’

He added, ‘And tell him I told you to do this.’

A little shocked, but massively turned on, as I had never felt in my life before, all I could think of to say to him was, ‘Ok, I will.’

‘Good girl,’ he replied.

I then walked away from the bar, and round towards the toilets once more. I passed our table, Smiled at Mark, then winked as I walked past.

Around five minutes later, I returned from the toilets, having freshened my makeup and lipstick. As I approached the bar again, I walked over towards Mark, before he could say anything I reached inside my handbag, brought out the little satin knickers, which by this point were soaked through after how Steve had turned me on at the bar, and I dropped them into Marks lap.

Feeling incredibly naughty, I then said, ‘The man I have been with at the bar told me to take these off and give them to you, Mark.’

He looked down at my knickers, in his lap, picked them up, then realised they were soaking wet, not with water, but with my own pussy juices. He looked about to say something, but I just smiled at him, then walked back towards the bar, taking my place once again next to Steve.

Now without knickers on, the see-through lower section of my dress did nothing to hide that fact and I felt very self-conscious about being naked under it as I walked back to the bar.

Our chatting and flirting continued, Steve once more, kissing me deeply, his hand soon went back down onto my bum, then under the hem of the dress, lifting it as he did so, then onto my now naked ass.

Then he slowly turned me more towards him, still kissing me and holding me close. his hand on my ass then moved around to the front of my dress. He stroked my bare thighs, to begin with, then he slowly moved his hand between my thighs, and inside the front of the dress, I parted her legs, just a little, and felt his hand move deeper between my legs.

As we kissed, he was now probing deeper inside my pussy, and he had worked his hand slowly inside me, his hand soon going back and forth.

Occasionally, he would look over my shoulder at Mark, smile at him, then continue kissing and feeling me. After a few minutes, I felt the early stages of a climax approaching, embarrassed as I was, I still felt powerless to stop what Steve was doing to me, it felt so amazing and at the same time, so naughty as well.

Just then I noticed, Mark had got up suddenly and had walked quickly towards the toilets. Steve noticed this too, and said, ‘He seems to be enjoying watching you with me, June.’

I said nothing and just stared into Steve's dark eyes, as he continued playing with my soaking wet cunt, probing ever deeper inside me.

‘It is quite common for younger guys to enjoy watching their girlfriends being enjoyed by older men, June,’ said Steve.

Steve then stopped what he was doing, and took my hand, he then led me away and towards the far end of the pub, and we walked through into the back area, which was now empty of customers.

‘What are you going to do to me?’ I asked him.

He looked at me and replied, ‘I am going to make you cum, properly, June, right here and now.’

‘When your boyfriend returns, hopefully, he will enjoy the show.’

Steve then led me to the wide seats at the back of this area of the pub. He sat me down, and he sat next to me, then continued to kiss me, his hands all over my dress.

Again I parted my legs, as one of his hands went back between them, and into my cunt, his fingers probing and teasing inside me.

‘You are absolutely soaking wet, baby girl, and I can tell you are close to cumming.’ he said.

I was now totally lost in the moment, all thoughts of Mark and other people in the main part of the pub, were far from my young mind, I just wanted this stranger to make me climax so badly. I leaned my head back, gasping as my climax approached once more.

I then realised, Steve was undoing the buttons on the front of my dress, I jumped in fear, and made to stop him, but he pushed my hand away, and said, ‘I want to see those beautiful little teenage tits of yours, June.’

Again, powerless to resist, I let him undo all the buttons on my dress, he parted the thin material, exposing my bare tits to his eyes.

‘Oh my god, you are so fucking gorgeous, June, every older man's teenage fantasy, that's for sure,’ he said.

With one hand, Steve felt my tits, his other hand was buried between my parted legs, he kissed me on the mouth, then bent down to kiss my exposed tits.

I looked down briefly, and saw that Steve now had my little dress, high around my waist, my smooth pussy was glistening wet with my juices as he continued to bring me to orgasm, right there in the pub.

‘If I had my way, June, I would undress you completely and fuck you right now baby.’ he said.

Steve suddenly reach down and undid his jeans, pulling out his rock-hard cock. He placed one of my hands on it and I began stroking him slowly.

‘You are going to suck me after I make you cum, June, and I want you to swallow my spunk willingly,’ he said, ‘Will you do that for me, baby girl?’

‘Yes, I will, Steve,’ I gasped.

‘Good little girl,’ he replied.

We carried on like this for a while longer, until I could not hold back my impending orgasm. When it hit me, it ripped through my whole body, it came in hot waves of pleasure, my legs bucked, I banged my head against the seat back and Steve he’d to hold onto me to stop me from falling off the seat.

As I slowly came down from the euphoria of, what was the best orgasm of my life by that point, my legs stopped jerking, but I was still breathing hard. Before I could say or do anything, Steve grabbed my head and pushed me forcefully down onto his cock, burying himself deep inside my young mouth.

Within only a few moments, he suddenly cried out and held me down hard onto his cock, as he came heavily inside my mouth. I could do little but simply work my throat to swallow his load. Steve was the heaviest cummer I had ever known at the time, and his spunk pumped into my mouth, each pulse of his cock, seemed to produce another spurt of hot cum, which I swallowed down submissively.

‘Ah that's it you dirty girl, swallow daddy’s spunk as a good slut should,’ he said.

After he had finished, I pulled away from his cock, my lips felt wet with his cum and I swallowed the last remaining sperm still in my mouth.

I looked up then, and realised, we had a small audience, Mark was standing at the narrow entrance to this part of the pub, the look on his face spoke volumes, and it was quite clear to me he was anything but angry. I also noticed that the front of his chino shorts had a dark wet stain, quite obvious to anyone looking. Behind him were Steve’s three other friends, all grinning. How long they had all been standing there I didn’t know, but from their faces, it must have been most of the time.

Steve’s friends then spoke with Mark, but I could not hear what was being said, after a few minutes one of them led Mark away and back to the main part of the pub.

As I started doing up the front of my dress, Steve spoke to me.

He said, ‘June, baby, that was fantastic.’

‘It was for me as well,’ I replied, ‘You gave me the best climax I have ever experienced.’

‘I am glad, baby girl,’ he said,’ June, I want to make you an offer now, that I hope you will agree to sweetheart.’

I sat, still breathing hard, as I listened to what he had to say, my cunt was still throbbing and I could feel I was still soaking wet between my thighs.

Steve then said, ‘June, myself, and my three friends would love you to agree to come to my house later tonight, so the four of us can gang-fuck you for a few hours.’

My eyes widened at hearing this, but Steve continued, ‘We would like to use your delightful little body together, darling, all holes, no limits, and definitely no condoms please.’

‘Are you on the pill, June?’ he asked.

I stammered out my reply, ‘Erm... No, I am afraid I am not, Steve.’

‘Oh my, baby girl, that makes you even more desirable to us, I was hoping that was the case.’ replied Steve, excitedly.

‘Well, will you agree to my offer, June?’ He asked.

After a long pause, I said, ‘I, I don’t know what to say.’

Steve said, ‘Be honest with yourself, does my offer excite you, baby girl?’

‘It does, yes’ I replied, ‘You have taken me completely by surprise with this though.’

‘I understand that completely, June, however, it's a genuine offer and something I think at your age you need to experience.’ he said.

I said, ‘If I agreed to this, can you not all wear condoms?’

‘Oh no way, June, we can’t wear those infernal things, not with a beautiful teenage girl like you, darling,’ he replied.

He added, ‘Besides if you are honest with yourself, a gang-bang with men like us who know exactly how to use a young girl like you, will be so much more enjoyable without them.’

‘It sounds quite exciting,’ I said, ‘When you say ‘no limits’ what does that mean please?’ I asked nervously.

Steve said, ‘We would want to use your teenage cunt, your tight ass, and your pretty little mouth, and fill each with more cum than you can imagine, June, we would want to spank that ass of yours also and use you in a few spitroast type positions, so you are full of cock.’

He added, ‘And we would promise you at least three climaxes like the one you just had, maybe even more intense.’

‘Mark needs to deliver you to my house, which is only two miles away at about 8 pm tonight, also it's very important to us that he stays and relaxes in my main bedroom, so he can enjoy watching us gang-fuck you, June.’

He added, ‘I would like you dressed just as you are here now, but without the knickers on please, June.’

I mulled all he had said over and over in my mind, then said, ‘I don’t think I can do this, Steve, I am sorry.’

‘Why is that, June?’ he asked.

‘I am too nervous and also I am worried it would ruin my relationship with, Mark, my boyfriend.’ I replied.

Steve said, ‘I understand completely, June, however, you do not need to feel nervous, nothing would happen to you that you did not want, you have our word on that.’

‘Thank you,’ I said, ‘I wish I had the nerve to say yes, I mean that.’

We spoke some more and I told Steve I would re-consider what he and his friends wanted, I also confessed to him that I had fantasised once or twice about being gang-banged to which he replied, ‘That's not uncommon, June, and you are the perfect age to experience your first one, trust me when I say this, we have done this before a few times with young girls, while their partners watched and it has always been amazing for all involved.’

We then walked out and back to the main bar area, where Mark and the others were drinking Coffee. Steve then gave Mark a slip of paper, ‘That’s my phone number and address, Mark, if she changes her mind, call me tonight straight away, then bring her to my house, I live just two miles from here, and I promise you the four of us will give her a night of fucking she will never forget.’

Speechless again, I just listened as he added, ‘All holes, no condoms, no limits, and we will fill her teenage body with more cock and cum, than she has ever imagined, Mark’

‘You can relax at my place and watch it all son if you would like that.’

‘I, I, don’t know what to say,’ replied Mark.

‘Would you like to watch that, lad?’ asked one of the other guys.

‘I, I, don’t know, I think so,’ he said.

‘I am sure you would love it, Mark,’ said Steve.

He added, ‘We are all experienced enough to know just how to use and enjoy a sexy little slut like her.’

Another of the group added, ‘We all cum heavily, Mark, and we can repeat more than once, that’s a promise.’

‘Especially for a tasty little teenage girl like yours.’

He added, ‘You can’t bring a young girl like her into this pub, looking like that, wearing that dress and those fuck me heels, then not expect guys like us to all want to fuck her, son.’

The same guy added, ‘I would love to pump her tight little ass full of my cum for you, Mark.’

The others all agreed on his point, with them adding how beautiful they thought I was, and how much they hoped I would decide to accept Steve’s offer tonight.

‘Talk to her after we leave, Mark, talk her into it, neither of you will regret it, I guarantee you that,’ said Steve, adding, ‘We would love to put her through her paces together for two to three hours tonight, Mark.’

‘She hasn’t been gang-banged before is that so, Mark?’ Asked Steve.

‘I don’t think so, I don’t know,’ he replied.

I said, ‘I haven’t as yet, Steve.’

‘Well eighteen, is the perfect age for you to start.’ he said, ‘And we have gang-banged young girls like you many times before.’

One of Steve's friends said, ‘looking the way you do, June, and with that body, you were made to be gang-banged darling.’

The four guys then said their goodbyes and made to leave the pub, ‘Hope we all see you later, June,’ said Steve.

We left the pub, soon afterwards. In the car, as we drove down the mountain, Mark asked, ‘Did you enjoy yourself, babe?’

‘God yes,’ I replied, ‘I think you could see that, Mark.’

He then popped the question, Steve’s piece of paper was by the gear lever, ‘Do you want to call Steve, tonight and accept his offer?’

I looked sheepishly at him, then said, ‘I don’t know, I said no to him in the pub as I don’t want to ruin our relationship, Mark.’

‘I don’t think it would ruin anything, June, my love, if it’s what you want to do?’ he said.

‘Wouldn’t you be eaten up with jealousy?’ I asked him.

He replied, ‘I don’t think so, no, not if it’s truly what you want to experience.’

‘Remember, I am not on the pill, currently,’ I said.

‘Yes, I realise that babe, Steve said no condoms, didn’t he?’

‘Yes, he did,’ I said, ‘But, I am very tempted, Mark.’

With that, we drove to the bottom of ‘Stoodley Pike,’ then back to her brother's house for our last night in Yorkshire.

Footnote: The next day as we drove back to London, Mark and I talked at length about what happened in the pub, he confessed that he loved watching me with Steve and had found it a huge turn-on.

‘I thought that was the case, Mark, ‘ I said, ‘That tell-tale wet patch in the front of your shorts, was a big giveaway.’

‘You noticed that?’ he asked.

‘Yes, I did’ I replied, ‘Did you cum inside your shorts?’

Mark said, ‘I did, yes and that was when you went back to the bar after dropping your panties into my lap.’

The rest- as they say- is future history, and those of you that have read my very first story will know what happened, around five years later when I returned to Yorkshire on my own!