Lillian Bell – Chap 5: Proving She’s a Slut

Incest stories: Lillian Bell – Chap 5: Proving She’s a Slut

Introduction:

Who needs a wallet when you’ve got a mouth?

Lillian licked her glossy, pink lips, tasting the last remnants of the cum that had glazed them minutes before. If anything made the trips out to the middle of nowhere worth it, it was that country boys could fuck. The girls she played tennis against out here had that same slutty attitude as she did, so the guys had a lot of practice with easy schoolgirls. Nothing much to do out here on a hot Summer’s day but play sport and fuck apparently. Lillian usually lost the tennis but she always found the consolation prize of sucking off her opponent’s boyfriend to be the better reward.

The boyfriend whose cum she’d just swallowed had already zipped up and left, well satisfied, but in something of a rush to go find his actual girlfriend to drive her home. Lillian had to readjust everything after their coupling, having let the philandering boy touch all her lovely parts. Today she was wearing the usual tennis gear for girls. A white singlet top and white boyshorts clung tightly to her shapely sixteen year old figure. The front-clip sports bra underneath kept her round tits from shaking too much during the game, but the singlet still revealed a pleasing amount of cleavage.

The boyshorts used to have undergarments beneath them, but Lillian had stuffed the wet panties into the boyfriend’s back pocket when she squeezed his ass goodbye. Something for him, or perhaps his girlfriend, to find later. It made Lillian squirm with impish enjoyment just thinking about the mischief that might be caused. The only other clothes she wore were her white socks and black sneakers, plus the two red ribbons that held her blonde straight pigtails in place.

This happy mood wasn’t going to last very long however.

The voluptuous teen came around from the secluded spot behind the tennis club to find that none of her friends were around. In fact nobody was. Tennis was over and done, the courts free of players. The carpark was empty too, with her own school’s bus especially nowhere in sight. With a sigh Lillian reached for her phone, but when she felt nothing but her own ass she realised her phone was in her bag, which was on the bus. Boyshorts may be tight enough to show off her ass and cunt but unfortunately it meant anything useful didn’t fit in the pockets.

How dare they forget her! Sure she might spend more time “curiously absent” than actually playing tennis during these trips but that didn’t mean they should forget her entirely! She tried the door to the club but it was already locked. Those country people sure packed up quickly.

Lillian Bell may have been a rich, pampered slut but that didn’t mean she was the type to sit around and wait for help. With nothing else for it she struck out onto the main road. She knew there was a petrol station somewhere down the lonely road. It wouldn’t be hard to miss since nothing much else seemed to be out here.

Being the middle of Summer, the sun was beating down hard, making the the road and even the dirt alongside it heat up to uncomfortable temperature. If she hadn’t lathered up in sunscreen earlier Lillian would’ve been crisping up quickly, but even with that protection it didn’t stop her from building up a sweat as she trekked along.

Every place she passed along the way was closed, so no chance of a phone call yet. Stupid mandatory Sunday tennis. It hadn’t seemed so bad when she could distract herself through most of it then go home. Walking along a dusty road was very far from her idea of a good time. She was dying for a drink, the metallic tang of her braces was getting annoying as her mouth dried out.

As ever, fate seemed to be on Lillian’s side. A few cars went past her in the opposite direction during her walk but eventually the sound of a truck started humming down the highway behind her. It was heading in her direction so she figured “what the hell” and stuck out her thumb to see if whoever it was would give her a lift before she melted.

Phil, the guy driving the truck, thought he must be hallucinating in the heat. A blonde goddess was looking over her shoulder at him, sticking out her thumb and showing off her curvy body. As he drove closer the shimmering heat lines faded and the girl turned out to be real after all.

The red truck slowed and pulled up next to Lillian, the window winding down so Phil could lean out and talk to her. She could see he was pretty young, late 20’s at most, some sort of tradie from the clothing and from the gawping; not too bright. His features were fairly average but he looked friendly enough, light brown hair brushed up out of his face.

Um, hey there, said Phil, partially aware that his eyes couldn’t maintain eye contact for more than a millisecond at a time as they dropped down constantly. Lillian, used to this and ever one to take advantage of a situation, pulled her arms in to squeeze her tits together when she leaned up to the window.

Hi! she smiled cheerily, braces shining. “Would you mind giving me a lift? I just need to get to the station down the road a ways.”

Phil’s male brain fought a mini war with itself in the time it took him to reply. On the one hand he was heading towards a job that required him to turn off in the next hundred meters or so. On the other, his brain was telling him to take her anyway and be late because there might just be a chance he could put his dick near or in her.

I um, have to go to work down that road there sorry, um.. He cursed himself internally for saying that out loud. “She’s so sexy you idiot, what are you doing?” Lillian wasn’t defeated yet though, spying the water bottle in the tradie’s cupholder.

Aw, well could I have a drink of water? I’ve been walking out here for ages. She pouted sadly for him. Phil almost threw the bottle at her in his haste to help out.

Lillian tilted her head back to gulp down some water, letting Phil get a good look at her neck as she swallowed it down. Pushing things further she splashed a little over her face, shaking her pigtails with a moan at the refreshing feel. She knew without opening her eyes that the guy would be following the water’s path down to her cleavage.

Mm, thanks mister. It’s so fucking hot out here, I’ve been sweating all over for ages. The tradie’s dick grew a little as the curse word left the girl’s cute mouth. Her braces were such a turn on too, giving her that cute, innocent look. “Are you sure you can’t take me? I’m so desperate in this heat.”

The man cursed himself again as he said “Sorry, I really can’t go that far I-” His words got cut off as the sexy teen stepped up onto the door-plate, breasts right under his face, taking hold of his bare arm for support.

Well how far do we have to go so you’ll give me a lift then?

W-what?

Some people just couldn’t take a hint when they saw it. Lillian took hold of the man’s hand, flicking her tongue towards his finger as she said “I’d be very grateful if you took me down the road. So grateful that I’ll do you a little…favour.” To emphasise her point she placed her lips around his finger, sliding it into her mouth to the hilt for a second.

He continued to stammer out non-answers for a second so the blonde decided to lean up and kiss him full on the mouth, her tongue forcing its way in. She held herself in place with one hand around his head and simultaneously pushed the recently sucked hand onto one of her breasts. Phil’s natural instincts finally took over as he kissed the wild girl back and squeezed his fingers around the soft flesh in his hand. The kiss lasted about thirty seconds and when Lillian pulled herself back to end it, tongue slowly retracting back past her wet lips, she knew she’d have her way.

S-sure! That sounds good. I-I-I can take you there um..hop in?

Lillian flounced around the front of the vehicle, giving the guy a good view of her pert ass along the way. She pulled herself up into the seat and Phil pulled the truck into gear, starting off down the road.

The truck was one of the old types with a single seat along the compartment shared by the driver and passengers. It’s age also meant that its air-conditioning had long since died beyond repair but it was still cooler out of the direct sunlight and the breeze from driving helping. Lillian lounged into the seat, letting the air wash over her for a few moments to cool down her warm skin.

Phew, that’s so much better thanks, I was burning up out there.

N-No problem. Why were you out there anyway? On your own.

Bus stranded me, I’ll make a call from the station and it’ll be fine. And don’t worry, I’ll be able to pay back that favour when we get there honey.

Despite his average looks and the tradie clothes Lillian found herself looking forward to it too, but then again when it came down to it she’d take anything when she was horny enough. The sight of the growing snake in his pants was getting her to that point fairly quickly. The musk of her mixed perfume and sweat was affecting the poor guy, along with the glances he kept giving her.

Hmm, looks like someone can’t wait that long. She turned herself on the large seat so her back was to the door, giving him an easy view to her pussy as she spread her legs out, one along the seat and the other onto the floor. A small, slender hand slithered its way down to open the button of her boyshorts, moving on to slowly pull the zipper down. The same hand pushed into the gap to find what was underneath.

When Phil next turned his head he had to fight not to slam on the brakes and swerve as the image of the beautiful girl touching herself reached his eyes. From her hand movements he could tell she was definitely pushing some fingers in and out of her lips. This quickly freed the scent of her arousal to the compartment as well.

Lillian leaned her head out the window slightly, letting the air cool her more as her temperature began to rise again with the increased blood flow.

I get so horny when it’s hot. All that sweat everywhere just makes everything so slick and wet. And then I end up sucking on a popsicle and that just means I end up thinking of a sweet, sticky cock instead, oohhh. Her other hand moved under her singlet to play with a breast, pushing the top and bra up enough to give him a peek at its smooth curve. She gave him this show for a while, diddling herself and moaning while he wordlessly drove. Unable to summon the will to perv and talk at the same time, he went for simply perving.