Lynelle

She was in her bed, even though it was the afternoon. But she wasn't sleeping. Far from it. Her fingers slid up her skirt, finding where she was wet and throbbing. She'd been doing this for almost an hour, with no end in sight. It's not that it didn't feel good, but for some reason the orgasm just wasn't coming to her. Even her dirty, guilt-lined fantasies about her roommates weren't doing the trick like they usually did.

Lynelle had been holding back her whimpers for the entire hour, but she finally let out a groan of frustration. Not that it mattered. She hadn't seen or heard anyone since this morning, and she was sure the house was empty. Her fingers stilled, and she pulled her panties and skirt back into place. Clearly this wasn't working, but still her pussy was throbbing as she pulled her fingers away. She had an idea.

She wandered downstairs, paying no attention to her rumpled hair and flushed face. Not like anyone was here to see it.

Lynelle lay on the couch, feet towards the door. She spread her legs a little and pulled her panties to her thighs, exposing her wet pussy to the cool air, and the whole world if anyone were to walk through the door.

It was a flood between her legs when she started touching herself again, and it felt different this time. She squirmed under her own hand and moaned, resting her head on the pillow behind her but still keeping an eye on the door. Her heart was racing from the risk of being caught. She couldn't believe she was doing this.

But it was working. She could feel herself getting closer. She threw her head back, grinding her hips into her hand, moaning and whimpering without holding back. She was right on the edge of her orgasm. Then--

The front door opened.

Jackson and Max walked in. Lynelle caught a second of casual conversation before they noticed her, stopping in their tracks. She remembered the state her clothes were in and snapped her thighs back together, pulling her skirt down. She left her panties around her thighs, peeking out from under her skirt, deciding that pulling them up would give her away.

She saw them exchange a look. They stepped closer to her. She just hoped they hadn't noticed anything.

"Hey guys, what's up?" she said, keeping it casual. So chill.

"What were you doing, Lynelle?" Jackson asked, an evil grin spreading over his face.

"Who, me? I was -- I wasn't doing anything."

"Yeah? Then why are your panties around your thighs, genius?" Max asked, coming around to the other side of her.

She started to pull them up, but Jackson's hand caught her wrist, stopping her.

"Leave them there."

"Why, so you can laugh at me more?"

He knelt down next to her, keeping a firm hold on her wrist. "If you want to act like a little slut and rub your pussy right in the entryway of our house, you are more than welcome to do so. It's the risk of being caught, right? That makes you wet?"

She reluctantly nodded, feeling like her face was on fire. He let go of her wrist.

"Thought so. Well, you've been caught, haven't you, sweetheart?"

"Why don't you show us what you were doing?" Max suggested, joining Jackson and kneeling at her feet.

She looked at Max. "You mean... in front of you?"

"Well, it would be pretty hard to show us if you did it in the other room," he said, grinning.

She rolled her eyes and fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. She glanced at them, seeing their expectant faces, waiting for her. She sucked in a breath, and, before she lost her nerve, lifted up her skirt. It was hard not to blush as they both leaned closer to her pussy. They had these dark, hungry looks to them as they stared between her legs, which was still soaked from her almost-orgasm.

"Aww, look at that. Seems like we interrupted something pretty intense, didn't we? You're practically dripping," commented Jackson. She squirmed and whimpered quietly at his words.

"Such a pretty pink pussy," Max whispered, so quiet that Lynelle was sure it was to himself, and she wasn't meant to hear.

"Well, sweetheart. Let's see it," Jackson said, urging her to show them how she was touching herself.

She tried to move her hand down there, but found herself stuck, unable to do it. "I'm having some stage fright," she whispered with wide eyes.

"Well we can't have that, can we? I paid good money for these tickets!" Max feigned outrage, and sat next to her on the couch. "Here, we'll help you. Come sit on my lap, baby," he told her, softening his voice and sounding serious for once.

She bit her lip, moving herself so she was on his lap, her back against his chest. She could feel his denim-covered hardon.

Jackson grabbed the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs until they were free, leaving them on the floor.

Max's legs hooked around hers and spread them, completely exposing her to Jackson. He put his warm mouth on her neck, kissing, while Jackson rubbed her thighs absentmindedly, taking in the view.

Max sucked on her skin, leaving a hickey, and Lynelle's head fell to the side in pleasure. She shivered as he gently bit her, and let out the quietest moan as he kissed her skin again.

Jackson came alive, sliding his hands up the tops of her thighs until his thumbs were teasingly close to her pussy. He rubbed his thumbs along the outside of her lips, less than a breath away from where she wanted, but frustratingly refused to really touch her.

She squirmed under his teasing hands, opening her mouth to complain. But before she could get a word out, Jackson was kissing her, wiping her mind of any frustration she was feeling.

He rubbed his thumb over her clit, causing her to buck and squirm under his touch. Max groaned as she squirmed on his cock and bit her neck a little harder, leaving a tingly, lusty feeling behind.

Jackson was circling her wet clit with his thumb and rubbing around her entrance with the fingers from his other hand. She was ready for his fingers inside her, and she intended to let him know.

Lynelle reached her hand down between her thighs, wanting to guide Jackson's hand into pleasing her. But before she could even make it part of the way down there, Max caught both her hands and held them behind her back with a firmer grip than she would have ever expected from him.

Jackson broke away from her. "You don't get to control what I do, Lynelle. You have to sit there and take what I give you, understand?"

She nodded, eyes wide. "Yes, Captain."

He snorted and sat back down, returning his attention fully to between her legs. "Your hungry pussy wants my fingers, isn't that right?"

She nodded, feeling herself throb at the thought of his thick fingers in her.

He hummed and slid two into her at once, making her spasm around him. She groaned, leaning her head back on Max's shoulder, as Jackson worked her around his fingers and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Max continued to hold her hands hostage and leave hickeys on her neck as she writhed on his lap in ecstasy. She looked down at Jackson, hazy.

"Think you can fit another finger?" she whispered. He put one knuckle of a third one in, but then took it out and shook his head.

"You're so tight. Don't wanna hurt this little pussy."

She felt herself clenching uncontrollably around him. He was curling his fingers just perfectly, forcing out the dirtiest moans from her. She was too far gone in the trance of ecstasy to even care how she sounded.

Embarrassingly, she felt herself already near cumming again. She had been ripped away from her orgasm so suddenly, and all she wanted to do was cum.

Jackson seemed to notice some change in her behavior, because his fingers started fucking her deeper and faster, and the thumb on her clit started moving in the most delicious way.

Max unlatched from her neck and nibbled her ear. "You're gonna cum, huh?"

She moaned out a yes, shivering.

"Do it," he whispered, moving back down to her neck.

He bit down on her shoulder, and she let out a broken, desperate sound as her orgasm finally came. She writhed around in his lap, only kept in place by his grip on her wrists. Jackson kept up his motions, his shoulders stopping her legs from closing. As her knees gave out and fell away, he slowed and finally stopped his motions.

His fingers withdrew from her, causing a spasm from her sensitive insides. Max let go of her hands and shifted her so she was sideways on her lap, then picked her up, bridal style. She wasn't feeling tired, but she was sure that her knees had no strength to them, so she was glad for the assistance. As Max carried her upstairs, she glanced back to see Jackson picking up her discarded panties and following them.

Max set her down on her bed, kissing her forehead. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on."

Jackson silently laid her panties next to her, winked at her, then left. Max put a blanket over her, then closed the door behind him as he walked out.

Wow.