The friends of Tom Hawkins eyed Lisa strangely now whenever she saw them in the halls in school. It was plain to her that he'd told them all about his encounter with her in his van. They obviously knew she was a hot one. If only they knew what she'd been up to with Leigh and Sanderson up at the lake on the weekend. What would they think then?
Actually, she didn't give a damn what they thought. Or anybody else, for that matter. She was past caring about such things. She knew what she wanted, and that was all that was important. If they talked about her in school, so what? She was having fun. She was getting all the fucking she wanted. Fuck them all.
For some time now, she'd quit wearing a bra to school. She liked to have her tits loose, liked the sexy feel of the hard nipples jutting up against the fabric of her clothes. Now, after her wild weekend with two adult men, she surprised herself further. She quit wearing panties. She loved the way the breeze caressed her long legs and fluffed her cunt hair. And this wasn't all.
She bought herself a black garter belt and some sheer stockings from a sex shop downtown, telling the salesgirl they were a gift for her aunt, a joke. And now she took to wearing these wherever she went, even to school. She spent many an hour examining herself in her bedroom mirror, the belt across her belly and the garters snaking down her thighs framing the tufted gash of her cunt.
The items made her feel so sexy, just like those gorgeous models she'd sneaked peeks at in the men's magazines in the drugstore. She loved the way the stockings ended at the tops of her thighs, and the dry feel of them against her skin. She adored the fine embroidery and lightness of the garter belt. Walking down the hallways at school was a thrill, because of what she had on underneath her clothes.
The hot looks from Hawkins' friends only added to the fun, really. She liked to be looked at now. She enjoyed being lusted after. It didn't matter to her at all that they were dumb, rough boys, or that Hawkins had virtually ignored her after he'd fucked her. She'd expected that. She didn't care.
What Lisa did wonder about, as the week passed, was whether or not she'd fuck these rough fellows, given the chance. It didn't take much thought for her to decide she would. She would fuck them all at once, if they wanted it as much as Hawkins had hinted they did. She would let them gang-bang her. It wasn't brains she was after, it was cocks.
Friday afternoon was a hot, sticky day, and she wore a short print dress over her garter belt and stockings. As she walked home from school she knew she was being followed, and she deliberately drifted into a run-down area full of old houses and deserted warehouses. Hawkins' friends, three of them, ambled after her.
She didn't feel the least bit scared, or even nervous. They want her simply for sex, but that was okay, because she wanted them for exactly the same thing. It didn't occur to her that her attitude was unusual or out of the ordinary. She didn't worry about such things anymore.
She led the boys along for several blocks, very much aware of their low mumbling behind her. At one point she bent down, stroked her hands over one ankle as if to adjust her stocking. Her dress flipped quickly over her back and the boys were treated to a full view of her naked ass above the black tops of her stockings. They could see her black garters snaking down over her ass and thighs.
There were gasps and groans. The three boys didn't quite seem to believe what they were seeing.
Lisa straightened up, turned to her left, wandered into the open front of a deserted warehouse. The place was musty smelling but dry. It was cluttered with abandoned furniture and piles of junk.
The boys followed her. She could hear them bumping about behind her. She paused, began to daub her lips with red gloss and her eyelids with thick blue shadow. Then she put down her bag and turned to them, her hands on her hips. They all came to a stop six feet from her. They stared at her hungrily, their mouths hanging open. She almost laughed out loud.
She recognized them all. Harry something or other with his great muscular arms and his short, thick legs. Fred Ingils, sometimes called Inches, for reasons she could guess at. And Arte Fletcher, with his big willy bulging out in his black T-shirt. All Hawkins' cronies. None of them overly bright. They ogled her without moving.
"Looking for a little action, boys?" She leered at them. "Come on, don't be shy. Speak up."
"You… you fucked Hawkins," said Arte, his voice thick and slow. He said it like an accusation, as if he were charging her with something.
"That's true," she admitted. Then her voice turned sarcastic. "A truly unforgettable experience. I can see why Tom Hawkins breaks beans everywhere he goes."
They stared at her with their mouths open, not quite knowing what to do next. Their eyes followed her hands as she gripped the hem of her short dress, lifted it slowly over her dim thighs. Higher and higher the dress fluttered, beyond the tops of her black stockings, revealing the dark strips of her garters along her legs. Then the lovely tufted V of her cunt came into view as she went higher still. The three of them gasped and gulped at the sight of her pussy. Lisa kept hauling the dress up, over her golden belly, past the black strip of her garter belt. And at last she pulled it off over her head and stood before them wearing nothing but the belt and stockings.
"I told you. She's wearing no fucking panties!" Arte gulped. He began to rub his hand up and down in his crotch, fondling his cock through his ants.
"What a slut. What a horny little bitch," Harry croaked.
Fred Ingils simply stared and groaned. His eyes roamed from her tufted pussy to her flat brown belly and higher, to the proud jutting mounds of her gorgeous tits. Her nipples probed high off their puffy pink circles. They threw shadows across her big tits.
"What's the matter, boys? Never seen a pussy this close before?" she said. "Don't be scared. It won't bite you."
She began caressing her tits with both hands, hefting them and squeezing, tweaking the long nipples with her thumbs. Then one hand fell down into her crotch, and she was fucking a finger into her cunt, prying her cunt lips open with two more. She moaned softly and glared at them with lust and longing in her eyes.
"You think you can handle me? You three guys think you can handle this much cunt and tit between you? It's a lot to expect, I know. It's asking a lot." She was swiveling her hips at them teasingly, like an expert stripper.
"Look at her! Look at the hot bitch!" crooned Fred. He, too, was rubbing his cock through his pants.
"Come on, boys," she urged. "Let's see some cock around here. It's impolite to keep a girl waiting." She dropped to her haunches, squatted there in front of them with her knees bent, her thighs spread far apart. Her fingers kept her cunt wide open and pink for them.
Slowly they moved toward her. Then, when they were within a foot or two of her, they stopped. Harry unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts. He stepped clear of them quickly. His cock swung up toward her dangerously, the cockhead already half clear of the surrounding foreskin. It twitched in the air and pointed down at her big beautiful tits.
Fred and Arte followed Harry's lead, shoving down pants and shorts and untangling themselves as quickly as possible. Arte had some trouble, and hopped about on one leg for a while before righting himself and freeing his foot from his jeans. He joined Fred and Harry in a semi-circle around Lisa, his cock a great heavy log dangling between his thighs.
Lisa stared at each cock in turn, a slight smile on her pretty lips. She tilted her head up to glance at Fred, suddenly very aware why he had the nickname Inches. His cock, thicker than either Arte's or Harry's, drooped down from his forest of crotch hair like a heavy hunk of pipe. His prick was the width of her forearm, and must have been ten or eleven inches long. It was the biggest, fattest cock she had ever seen.
"Well, what have we here?" she purred. And she raised her hand, touched her fingertips to the underside of the huge cock. She tilted his prick up toward her, examined the ugly purple cockhead closely. The cock was heavy on her hand.
"That enough cock for you?" Harry leered, mocking her. "You think you can handle old Freddie here?"
The other two boys snickered. Fred seemed a little embarrassed at all the admiration she was showing him. He wasn't used to girls doting on him. And the few he did get next to usually screamed and ran off when they caught sight of his mighty prick. It was a change to have someone look at his cock fondly. And such a sexy little bitch, at that.
"What a cock. What a beautiful fucking cock," Lisa murmured.
She bent forward, still holding Fred's heavy cock up toward her face. She pursed her lips, planted a soft wet kiss on the shining purple dome of his cock-knob. She forced her lips down partway over the hot cockhead, touched it with her tongue, sucked in and out gently with her mouth.
"You'll never do it. You'll, never suck the whole fucking thing," Harry warned her. He was hoping she'd turn to his own cock, stuff it in her mouth and suck him dry. But for now she was completely fascinated by Fred's thick prick.
"Mmmfff, mminmm," she mumbled. And she forced her lips lower on Fred's cock, taking the entire cockhead at one gulp. Her lips were sealed tightly around his cock, just below the ridge of the prickhead. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled.
It appeared Harry was right. She couldn't suck all of Fred's cock without seriously hurting herself. But she was determined to go as far as she could. The huge prick was simply too much of a challenge. It made her mouth water just to look at that big fucker. She might not get a chance at another cock like that for a very long time.
"Shit. Oh shit," Fred muttered. He gazed down at Lisa's platinum-blonde head. A third of his cock was fucked inside her mouth. He could see one thick and ugly blue vein disappearing under her top lip.
Lisa hummed softly on Fred's cock, forcing her lips to creep down on the cockshaft a little at a time. She was supporting the weight of his prick with her mouth now, and she suddenly let her hand fall from its trunk. Both her arms flailed about in the air, searching. And at last her hands found the thick bulk of the two other cocks, hanging to her left and right.
Her fingers closed on both pricks, clasped them like two lifelines. She began pulling on them, jerking both cocks with her fists. And all the time she forced her mouth farther and farther down the trunk of Fred's monster cock. She had just about reached her limit, midway down the bloated cockshaft.
"Shit, shit, shit," Fred croaked. He swept his hands up the side of her face, piled her blonde hair high on top of her head. He watched her cheeks balloon out then hollow, saw her nostrils flaring. The little cunt really was doing a great job.
"How about a suck for us, too, bitch?" Harry suddenly grunted. "There's more than one cock here, you know. Fair's fair."
"Yeah. Fair's fair," Arte snorted. His heavy cock had grown enormous in her pumping fist.
Lisa was stalled on Fred's whopper of a cock. She really couldn't go any farther without hurting herself. Her neck was already tilted down at a weird angle, to allow his cockhead into her throat. She decided she'd done her best. She pulled up and off his prick, letting his prick slop from her mouth like a wet log. The prick swayed down slightly under its great weight.
"Cock, cock, cock," she began to chant weirdly, her breathing ragged. She moved quickly from cock to cock now, dipping her head, her mouth gaping. She licked and kissed and sucked wildly, taking Harry's cock between her lips, spitting it out, sucking on Arte's prick, letting it slide free and up her face. It seemed she couldn't get enough cock all of a sudden.
She slowed down after a while, clasped one cock long enough to stuff it deep in her miouth, run her tongue all over it, suck the cock deep. But then she soon slipped over to another cock, giving it the same mad treatment, pumping the cock in her fist. She even included Fred in this ritual, not forgetting to suck his cockhead briefly before proceeding to Arte or Harry.
"She's crazy. The hot little bitch is crazy," Harry muttered. His cock stood out from his crotch now, an angry red spike. He breathed heavily.
Now Lisa was trying something else. She was clasping each cock tightly in turn, bending her head, and rubbing the cockheads madly into her face. First she smeared Arte's cock all over her cheeks and hose, then Harry's prick onto her forehead and into her eyes. She smudged her eyeshadow about crazily.
At one point she tugged two of the cocks together and pressed them into her face both at once. She rubbed the cockheads up and down her cheeks, poked herself in the eyes with both of them. Then she held both cocks in front of her mouth while she licked and kissed them, finally trying to stuff both bloated cockheads between her lips at the same time. She damn near succeeded, too.
"She wants cock. She wants it real bad," Harry grunted. "We better fuck her before she goes nuts."
"Yeah! Fuck her! Let's all fuck her!" Arte wheezed. The sweat was dripping down his face and he was flushed a deep red.
"Fuck me! Fuck me every which way! I want your cocks! I want all of them!" she wailed. And she smeared two cockheads roughly into her pretty cheeks.
But then she didn't appear to be quite finished. Still pumping their cocks in her fists, she dipped her face low, opened her mouth, and began to lick and kiss each dangling sac of balls. She moved from one to the other, making sure she serviced them all. Her mouth ovaled, and she took each set of hairy balls into her mouth in turn and sucked as if her life depended on it.