Ganged by everyone in the neighbourhood

Warning: Hardcore erotica. Do not read if easily offended.

I was sitting out on the porch just enjoying the sunshine. My parents had gone for the day and I had the house to myself-which was always nice. Because of the heat all I was wearing a skimpy top and short skit, I wanted to feel the air and sun on my skin.

Next door Mr Jenkins-or Dan as he now insisted I call him-was mowing the lawn, and it was so hot that he had his top off. I could not help but admire that muscly body of his, but I was discrete, I didn’t want him to know that I was looking.

When he had done the entire lawn he, he smiled and waved, then leant over the fence, his body covered in sweat.

“Hey there Joanne”, he said, “I could really do with a drink of water.”

“Guess you better go back in and get some”, I replied.

“Yeah, but the water pipe is burst in our house. You going to be polite and invite me into your house for a glass? It would be the right thing to do.”

“My parents aren’t home.”

“I know, I saw them leave.” Was that a smile on his face? I supposed I’d better do the decent thing.

“You know something”, he said as he stood in the kitchen sipping on the water I had poured him, “I have a confession to make.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I must have jerked off to you ten times at least, and I reckon every other guy in the neighbourhood has done the same. You have to be the hottest young thing around here. I can see you have a firm pair of tits underneath that top, and I bet you got a nice hairless cooch between those legs of yours. Oh yeah, young and hairless cooch, there truly is nothing like it. So what do you say Joanne? You up for giving me that cunt of yours before your parents get home? And what about the rest of the neighbourhood? You going to deny them that eighteen year old snatch? I can text everyone to come around.”

I should have told him to get the fuck out of my house, but I was so sick of my parents telling me what to do all the time, telling me to clean up after myself, to look after the house. I felt like I wanted to do something crazy, and if the whole neighbourhood wanted to fuck me, then what could be crazier than spreading my legs for them all?

Dan could see by the smile on my face that I was agreeing to it.

“I’ll send some texts”, he grinned, “and let me make a sign for the lawn as well, let everyone know what’s going on.”

He went and got an old ‘For Sale’ sign that was lying around another house’s lawn, and then wrote on it in large letters:

“JOANNE IS DOING A GANGANG’

 He planted the sign in our lawn.