Falling Down

by Selena Kitt

  “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 were moving 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 the kibosh 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.

  “Uh… I guess I should get back up front…” He cleared his throat, moving to shut the door. His eyes were still between her legs and Lindsey could feel the pull in the seam of her shorts and knew they were riding up between her pussy lips. It all felt too good to stop.

  “Or…” Lindsey smacked her lips together, tossing the lip gloss into her purse and turning to face him with a smile. She slid up slowly onto the sink and swung her bare feet. “You could come in, shut the door, and fuck my brains out.”

  “I… uh…” His hesitation told her everything she needed to know. Lindsey hopped off the sink and came toward him, reaching past him to shut the door, forcing him fully into the room. His eyes
were still glazed, stunned, and he licked his lips as he looked down at her. “I don’t even know you.”

  “I’m Lindsey.” She cupped the bulge she knew would be in his jeans. “Who are you?”

  “Fred…” His eyes widened even more the moment her hand began to rub at his stiff cock.

  “Now we know each other.” Lindsey dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. “Let’s fuck.”

  “Oh my god,” he groaned when she freed his cock and put it into her mouth. She sucked him completely hard, until he was bouncing back up the moment she let him go, and then turned around and bent over the sink.

  “You want to pull down my shorts?” She looked back over her shoulder at him.

  “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, glancing toward the door with his cock in his hand. “Shit, I could get fired for this.”

  Lindsey grinned, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “And my mother’s out there waiting for me. Aren’t we just so bad?”

  His hands moved over the silky material, rubbing it between her legs. Lindsey bit her lip and arched against his probing fingers.

  “Come on.” She reached between her legs and pulled her shorts aside to show him her shaved pussy. “Just put it in and fuck me.”

  He cocked his head to peer between her legs, his hand moving up and down his shaft. Lindsey sighed, reaching her hand back and spreading her lips with two fingers.

  “Here, Fred!” She whistled, as if she were calling a dog, sliding one of her fingers into her pussy. “Right here, boy.”

  The head of his cock touched her pussy, nudging her finger aside. Their eyes met in the mirror and he frowned, swallowing hard.

  “I…” he started, and then cleared his throat.

  “Let me guess.” She wiggled back against his cock head, feeling the tip easing its way between her lips. “You’ve never done this before?”

  He shook his dark head, looking down to where his cock was disappearing into her flesh. “Got close, a couple times, with a few girls, but…”

  “Well just think of the story you’ll have to tell all your friends.” Lindsey went up on her toes and arched back, feeling more of his shaft slip into her. “How for your very first time, you fucked some hot little slut in the bathroom at work…”

  Fred gasped as Lindsey reached around for his thigh, pulling him completely into her pussy and squeezing him there.

  “Fuck me, Fred!” She grabbed onto the edge of the sink, her eyes bright as they met his startled ones in the mirror. “Fuck me until you come inside my tight little cunt—and you better hurry, before your boss or my mommy decide to come looking for us.”

  “Condoms?!” Fred squeaked, and Lindsey used her not inconsiderable pussy muscles to squeeze his cock hard, making him jerk inside her and eliciting a low groan from his lips.

  “To hell with condoms, Fred.” She rolled her eyes, rocking her hips back against him, moving his cock in and out of her wetness. “I can’t get pregnant.”

  “But…” His hands went to her rolling hips, his eyes looking down between them, where his cock was spreading her wide.

  “Worried about diseases, Fred?” She sighed, slapping her ass back into him, making him gasp and clutch her ass. “Let’s just live fucking dangerously, what do you say?”

  “Oh hell!” His eyes closed as his hips began to move.

  “That’s right.” Lindsey pulled her top down and squeezed her nipples. “Fuck me good, baby…give me that hard cock.”

  His movements were jerky and unsure and Lindsey sighed again, working her hips back into his. Her pussy was swollen and soaking wet, but she knew it would be over far too soon for her to come. He was already panting and gripping her ass so hard his knuckles were white.

  “When a girl tells you to fuck her…” Lindsey reached back for his thigh again, driving him deep inside. “She means it. Now, fuck me!”

  He groaned and shoved her into the sink with his next thrust.

  “Yeah!” She spread wider. “Come on, Freddie, do it hard!”

  Finally, he gave her what she wanted, his hips bucking her against the sink, burying his cock in her to the hilt again and again. Wouldn’t be long now, she knew, seeing his eyes in the mirror. He was watching her tits bounce through half-closed eyes as he fucked her, and she was glad she had pulled down her top.

  “Oh god!’ he moaned, leaning forward onto her as he came. She felt the surge and swell of him, a thick pulse inside her tight, wet hole. She bit her lip and squeezed him, slowly, rhythmically, making him gasp and squirm against her as she milked him for all she was worth. She wanted every last drop of his cum.

  “That’s a good Freddie.” She tilted her hips forward and felt him slip out of her. She turned and patted him lightly on his flushed cheek. He leaned back against the wall for support, gasping for breath, his eyes glazed. “Now you can say that you fucked a girl…how about that?”

  Lindsey pulled up her top and grabbed her purse. Yanking the door open, she peeked around the corner. Her mother was still haggling with the owner! Adjusting her shorts, she strode back out front, past them both.

  “I’ll be in the car,” she told her mother on the way by, straight-arming the door.

  When she got into the passenger’s side, she scrunched down in her seat, keeping an eye on the dry cleaner’s. The crotch of her shorts was soaked from her own juices and Fred’s cum. She rubbed the material between her swollen lips, her fingers pressing them into the wetness.

  Putting her feet up on the dashboard, Lindsey pulled her shorts aside and plunged her fingers into her pussy. Fred’s cum was thick and copious, leaking out of her hole. She scooped out as much of it as she could and licked it off her fingers first, moaning at the taste and smell of it and rubbing the seam of her shorts over her clit with her other hand as she did.

  “My first cherry,” she murmured with a laugh, remembering, still delighted at how surprised he had been. She wanted to take her shorts off, to lick them clean, but didn’t dare, with her mother about to come out of the store. Instead, she pulled them aside and fingered her sopping pussy, her thumb moving over her aching clit, taking herself closer and closer to the edge.

  “Oh yeah, fuck me hard, baby,” she moaned softly, looking out the window, still watching for her mother with half-closed eyes. “Use that little cunt!”

  She was nearing climax when she saw him out of the corner of her eye. There was a man standing next to the passenger’s side window, looking down at her as she played with herself. His eyes were wide and he was carrying a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken in his hands, clearly just returning to his car.

  Lindsey grinned up at him, grabbing her top and pulling it down, too, as she rubbed herself.

  “You want a show, baby?” She moved her hand aside so he could see her pussy completely as she circled her clit. The look on his face, something caught between shock and deep lust, sent her flying over the edge, and she came so hard she had to grit her teeth against it, squeezing her eyes shut as her body bucked and rolled on the seat.

  Breathing hard, she opened her eyes to see his hand cupping a bulge in his jeans. She grinned, wondering if there was time…but then she saw her mother hurrying across the parking lot in her business suit and heels, carrying dry cleaning bags over her shoulder.

  Lindsey gave the man a wink, pulling her top back up and adjusting her shorts, putting her feet back on the floor. He was still staring at her as she licked her fingers clean.

  “Hi, Mom,” she said when the driver’s side door opened. She heard her mother saying something to the man, but couldn’t quite hear it. “What was that all about?”

  “Didn’t you see that man staring at you?” Her mother frowned, holding her hand out for the keys. Lindsey dug through her purse for them, glancing out the window to see the man pulling quickly away.

  “No,” Lindsey replied innocently, handing her mother the keys. “Was he?”

  “You young girls.” Her mother sighed, starting the car. “So unaware…”

  Lin
dsey hid her smile, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. She couldn’t help wiggling a little against the seat, and knew there might even be a wet spot there on her stepfather’s BMW upholstery.

  “Did they find his blazer?” Lindsey didn’t open her eyes.

  “Yes,” her mother replied. “Finally! Thank goodness, because you know how your father gets. It was that young kid who finally found it. I gave him a little extra tip.”

  “You too?” Lindsey murmured, still smiling.

  She could feel her mother’s silence and Lindsey quickly covered, opening her eyes and saying, “He’s not my father. I wish you would quit saying that.”

  “Oh Lindsey.” Her mother sighed. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

  “Gee, Mom, I don’t know…” Lindsey frowned, glaring out the window. “Maybe I was just born that way.”

  Chapter Three

  She changed in the bathroom at school. She kept her blouse on, but she unbuttoned the top and bottom three buttons, leaving only the middle two fastened and tying the shirt tails up high around her ribs. Her denim shorts got shoved into her purse and the white satin ones went on over her bare bottom. She snapped the elastic band and turned to look at herself over her shoulder in the full length mirror with a satisfied grin. That should do it. When she bent forward, the shorts rode up between her thighs, exposing the swell of her behind quite nicely. That should do for at least a three-day vacation!

  Her eyes bright, Lindsey put her hands on her knees, bit her lip, and looked back over her shoulder, whispering, “I’ve been a very bad girl!” to the mirror. Then she grinned and slapped her own ass hard enough to leave a red handprint there before grabbing her purse and heading to her first hour class. The halls were practically empty, since the first bell had already rung, and her clogs made a clatter on the tile floor as she hustled around the corner.

  She had English first hour and had no doubt about the reaction she was going to get wearing her shorts and the lecture that would ensue about the school’s dress code. Grinning in anticipation, Lindsey tugged her shorts up a little higher between her legs, feeling the hot pulse beating there already. The computer lab was just a few doors away from her first hour, a few of the screens still on, glowing blue in the darkened room and Lindsey slowed to peer inside.