A first time for everything

Linda had always been the sort of girl who got herself into silly little scrapes. She never meant to, of course, but she had that unfortunate mix of dreamy inattention and bubbling curiosity that sent her tumbling from one awkward accident to another. She was, as her teachers often muttered, “a dizzy thing.”

And now, perched in the front of a workmen’s van with her blouse hanging open, her breasts wobbling bare, and her cunt slick against a stranger’s lap, Linda was discovering quite how dizzy she could be.

“Oh dear,” she murmured, twisting slightly. “Your poor tracksuit bottoms, I’ve soaked them dreadfully. I do apologise, I really can’t seem to stop myself.”

The young man under her growled low in his throat, shifting uncomfortably as the wet patch grew. “Christ, love, you’ve made a mess.”

Linda chewed her lip. Her hand fluttered to her mouth. Then, in her most prim and earnest voice, she offered: “Well then… perhaps you’d best take them off. That way I shan’t make them any wetter.”

The van went quiet for a moment. Then all three men laughed.

“You heard her,” the driver barked, steering one-handed as he smirked at the scene beside him. “Get ’em off, lad.”

The young one didn’t need telling twice. He shimmied out of the damp grey fabric, shoving them down his thighs and kicking them into the footwell. Linda squealed as she suddenly felt him bare beneath her.

“Oh heavens!” she cried, clutching at her open blouse. “You’re… you’re quite without trousers!”

She tried to shift, to perch more carefully — and that was when she felt it. Something hot. Hard. Prodding up between her thighs.

Linda froze.

“Oh…” Her voice was a whisper, her cheeks aflame. “Oh my word.”

The van rattled over a pothole. The jolt made her slide down slightly on his lap. That hot, strange thing nudged right against her bare slit. And then, just as the van lurched again, it pressed in.

Linda gasped so loud the driver swore. Her whole body trembled as the thick, blunt head slipped between her folds.

“Ohhhhh! Oh, you’ve… you’ve gone inside me!”

The men roared with laughter, but Linda wasn’t listening. Her hands flew to her knees, gripping her socks tight as she wriggled helplessly, impaled on his cock.

It filled her so perfectly, so obscenely, stretching her in ways she had never known.

“Oh, what a curious sensation,” she moaned, head falling back, her tits bouncing with each rattle of the van. “So… so dreadfully naughty!”

The young one gritted his teeth, hands on her hips, holding her down on his lap as the van bounced and rocked. With each jolt she sank further onto him, her cunt swallowing him deeper.

Linda moaned louder, breathless, dizzy with delight. She should be mortified, but instead her whole body sang with shameless pleasure. She was riding a stranger’s cock in a van full of men, and she was delighted.

They drove on like that, Linda bouncing in his lap, breasts swinging, moans filling the cab, until the van turned suddenly off the main road. Gravel crunched under the tyres.

The driver barked, “Right, this is as far as we go.”

Linda blinked, startled. The van slowed to a halt in the middle of what looked like an abandoned farmyard. Rusting gates. Empty sheds. Silence.

“What?” she gasped, her cunt still wrapped tight around the cock beneath her. “You mean… you’re leaving me here?”

The middle-aged one chuckled. “We said we’d get you this far. No further.”

Linda’s face fell. Her chest heaved, nipples hard, lips parted in disbelief.

“But… but I can’t possibly be left here! I’ll never find my way back! Oh, please, you simply must take me all the way.”

The men smirked.

“And what’s in it for us?” the driver asked, folding his arms.

Linda hesitated. Then, with a soft little giggle and a flick of her hair, she straightened her back, tits still bare, cunt still stretched full.

“Well,” she said sweetly, “I suppose I could… offer myself. Entirely. As payment.”

The van erupted with laughter, but Linda only smiled wider, dizzy and breathless and shameless.

“Use me however you like,” she added, voice trembling with excitement. “Only don’t leave me stranded.”

They dragged her out into the dusty yard, her blouse hanging open, bra gone, skirt rucked up around her waist, her knee-high socks smeared with dust. Linda giggled helplessly as hands spun her this way and that, bending her over a battered hay bale, tugging her legs apart.

“Oh! Goodness gracious!” she squealed as a cock slammed into her from behind. “You’re… you’re really doing it!”

The young one grunted, pounding into her cunt, his hands gripping her hips. Linda’s tits swung beneath her, slapping against the hay, her nipples raw with friction.

“Look at her go,” the middle-aged one muttered, stroking himself as he watched.

Linda turned her head, lips parting eagerly. “Oh, don’t just stand there,” she pleaded, eyes wide. “I can take more, I promise.”

He didn’t need more invitation. He shoved his cock into her mouth, and Linda moaned around it, her throat opening, drool spilling down her chin.

The driver joined too, pushing her legs wider, stuffing her ass with his thick cock. Linda screamed around the one in her throat, her body stuffed full, stretched to breaking, but her pussy only gushed wetter.

Her brain spun with dizzy delight. She was used, filled, pinned, and it was everything she hadn’t known she craved.

They took turns with her, spinning her from cock to cock, her socks dirty, her blouse in tatters, her tits marked with bruises from greedy hands. She begged, moaned, whimpered, every hole stretched, every inch of her covered in their filth.

“Ohhh! Oh, I’m ever so grateful!” she cried, her voice hoarse. “Please, please don’t stop!”

The men only laughed, fucking her harder, coating her face, her tits, her cunt with their cum until she was dripping, filthy, ruined.

Linda giggled deliriously, licking the mess from her lips, feeling it cooling on her skin.

“Oh dear,” she sighed, swaying unsteadily on her feet. “I do look quite the fright now, don’t I? What will the girls at school say?”

The men pulled their trousers back on, still chuckling, and shoved her back into the van.

By the time they dropped her outside the high gates of the boarding school, dusk was falling. Linda stumbled out, blouse torn, skirt askew, hair tangled, socks streaked with mud and cum dripping down her thighs.

She clutched her satchel to her chest, blinking up at the dormitory windows where lights glowed warmly.

With one last breathless giggle, she whispered to herself:

“Well. That was… educational.”

And with that, she tottered up the steps, covered in their filth, already wondering when her next silly accident might happen.