Ralph's fingers dug into her flesh and he gave a deep thrust, shuddering against her. “I'm gonna come!”
“Hey, no fair!” Brian cried. “Not inside!”
“Fuck!” Ralph groaned, pulling his cock out of her mid-stream, his cum christening her exposed clit. The next wave was strong and shot across her belly, leaving a thick rope of white stuff from navel to pussy. The next shot right against her pussy again, the hot pulse making Lindsey moan and squirm under Wayne's weight.
“My turn!” Wayne moved down and settled himself between her thighs as Ralph moved aside, still panting and looking dazed.
“Please,” Lindsey gasped, trying to sit up as Wayne aimed his cock between her legs.
“Oh, no you don't.” Ralph hauled his pants up with one hand. “We all get a turn, that's only fair.”
“Oh god!” Lindsey cried as he grabbed one of her arms and held it down while Brian grabbed the other.
“Hurry, Wayne,” Brian urged, his eyes moving over Lindsey's face. She looked down and saw Wayne looking at her pussy, his fingers moving over her lips, Ralph's cum making her slick. “Come on, put it in! Fuck her!”
“Okay, okay.” Wayne bit his lip, his eyes closing the moment he slipped his cock head between her lips. “Ohhhhhhhh fuck!”
“Yeah,” Brian grinned at Ralph over Lindsey's head. “I know.”
Lindsey looked back and forth between them, pleading with her eyes. “Please, you guys… I…”
“Be a good girl,” Ralph murmured, watching Wayne press her legs back and thrust his hips into her. “It'll be over soon.”
Brian chuckled, seeing the look on Wayne's face. “Very soon.”
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Wayne whispered, his breath coming hard and fast as he fucked her. She felt him swelling inside of her, as if he were going to burst. “Baby, that's so good… oh god…”
Lindsey squirmed against their hold, the motion of her hips rocking Wayne between her legs. He gasped, his eyes flying open, and grabbed her thighs, arching against her with a loud groan.
“Hey!” Brian cried, watching as Wayne shuddered between Lindsey's legs, filling her with his cum. She felt it beginning to leak out of her pussy, so much of it! It was running down the crack of her ass. “No fair!”
“Sorry!” Wayne gasped, panting and still gripping her thighs. “I couldn't help it!”
Lindsey rolled to her belly with a groan, seeing her shorts and grabbing them. She pulled her top quickly up and tugged her shorts on, which only accentuated the sticky mess between her legs. She didn't look at any of them, and they didn't say anything to her, either. She just picked up her bag and shoved her shoes in, swinging herself down and feeling for the ladder with her bare toes.
“See you in school on Monday!” Brian called down the ladder as she reached the bottom. She didn't reply, starting down the path toward home, but she heard him say something like, “What did I tell you about her?”
When Lindsey snuck behind the house, she noted her mother's car beside her stepfather's. In the garden again, she stripped down to nothing, this time under cover of darkness. Her shorts were soaking wet with their cum and she lifted the silky material to her face, inhaling deeply. These were the shorts that got Brian's attention in the first place, she remembered, smiling. They hadn't ever failed her.
Her pussy was still dripping, swollen. She leaned her back against the cool side of the house, her bare feet spread wide, and touched herself, remembering. Pressing her shorts to her nose, she could smell them all as she rubbed at her throbbing clit with her thumb, her fingers moving in and out of her aching pussy. She could still feel their cocks, in her pussy, in her mouth.
“'That's a hot little cunt!'“ she whispered, rubbing faster, the slippery sounds of her pussy filling the garden. “'Take that dick!'“ She found the crotch of her shorts, the smell strong there, the material wet. She pressed it to her tongue, tasting cum and her own juices. “'Be a good girl… oh… oh yes… oh…'“ Her climax was coming, and she worked for it, sucking at the material now, her words muffled. “'Swallow my cum!'“
Her back arched and she quivered against the side of the house, burying her hand deep into her pussy as she came, her muscles spasming again and again. The image of them taking her, fucking her, wanting her, all those cocks… she trembled and leaned against the side of the house for support, the memory making her weak and breathless.
Lindsey inhaled the smell of them again before shoving the shorts into her purse and taking out the clothes she had worn for her stepfather's benefit. When she slipped through the side door, her feet dirty and bare, she heard them talking in the living room. Trying to sneak up the back stairs, she gasped when she heard her stepfather's voice behind her.
“You're home early.”
“Yeah,” Lindsey agreed with a shrug. “So?”
“You stay out of trouble?” He frowned. His eyes moved over her, like they always did.
“Of course,” she replied innocently, continuing up the stairs to her room. She dug into her purse and found her shorts. She fingered the material with a smile, remembering, knowing she would have to hand-wash them again, so her mother wouldn't discover, before next time.
Chapter Two
“Why don't you stay in the car?” her mother asked, but the tone wasn't a question, it was a demand. “I'm just going to pick up your father's dry cleaning.”
“He's not my father.” Lindsey pulled at her tube top-this one was red, but she was wearing the shorts-white satin, no panties. Her stepfather was out of town for business and hadn't been around to put a damper on her clothing choices. It was the outfit-she was sure her mother didn't want anyone to see it.
Her mother sighed. “I'll leave the keys. You can listen to the radio.”
“Fine.” Lindsey turned it up full blast, closing her eyes, leaning the seat back and putting her feet up on the dashboard. The air was on in the car but the sun was still warm on her bare legs. The seam of her shorts rubbed between her thighs and it felt good, making her squirm in her seat. She couldn't wait to get home from “running errands.” She wanted to call Brian and see if he could meet at the tree fort, because she was so horny she could barely stand it.
She thought she might have dozed off. A different song was playing when she leaned up and peeked out the window to see if she could see her mother.
“What the hell is she doing?” Lindsey grabbed the keys out of the ignition and her purse off the floor, storming barefoot across the parking lot. The bells over the door tinkled as she swept it open, finding her mother standing at the counter talking to the owner.
“They've lost your father's blue blazer.” Her mother gave a frustrated sigh.
“No lose!” The man was clearly foreign, trying to explain something to her mother in two different languages.
“Whatever!” Lindsey waved her mother's words away. “And he's not my father.”
She turned to the kid behind the counter. He was about her age, kinda cute, she noted, and most definitely staring at her bare midriff and long legs. “I have to pee. Do you have a bathroom?”
“In the back,” the kid offered.
Lindsey padded after him, leaving her mother and the owner to work things out. He pulled open a door that said: Employees Only.
“Gee, I must be special, huh?” Lindsey flashed him a smile as she turned on the light and tossed her purse on the floor.
“We don't usually let customers-” the kid's voice trailed off and he stood open-mouthed as he watched her pull her shorts down and sit on the toilet to pee.
“What's the matter?” Lindsey pulled toilet paper off the roll and wiped. “Never seen a girl pee before?”
He shook his head, eyes wide and staring between her legs as she pulled up her shorts and flushed the toilet. Lindsey washed her hands at the sink, glancing at him in the mirror. He was still standing in the doorway, transfixed. Plucking her purse from the floor, Lindsey shuffled through and found some lip gloss. She leaned way over the sink to the mirror, up on her tiptoes, rolling the tip of the tube over her lips.