[FM][M][M] [FM] I [20F] fucked my way across Europe for a semester – Part 3

Parts [one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hwron7/group_fmmm_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for/) and [two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxdiwx/fm_m_i_20f_fucked_my_way_across_europe_for_a/) here!

After breakfast, the four of us walked Darragh to the tube station. I wrapped an arm around his waist and smiled sadly up at him while we dragged our feet, not wanting to say goodbye. As we arrived, he pulled away from me, hitched his backpack higher up on his shoulders, and grinned at all of us. “Well, lads,” he laughed, “It’s been fun.”

“Good craic?” Lucas teased.

“Aye,” Darragh chortled, intentionally putting on a thicker accent to make us laugh, “It’s been a gas!”

He hugged Charlie first, clapping him on the shoulders and whispering something in his ear. Charlie flushed and whispered something back before they let go, laughing amongst themselves. My cheeks burned, paranoid that they were talking about me. Darragh then wrapped an arm around Lucas’s neck and gave him a noogie, burrowing his knuckles into Lucas’s blond hair. Gabriel pounced to join in, all three idiot boys wrestling on the spot for a moment. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

Charlie wrapped an arm around my shoulders and smiled softly down at me. My heart jolted. This was ok, right? Just a friend comforting another friend. Nothing inherently sexual about it. His girlfriend could walk up that very moment and it wouldn’t be a big deal. It didn’t mean anything that my heartbeat slid down my body to pulse in my pussy… right?

Releasing Lucas and Gabriel, Darragh yanked me away from Charlie, grabbed me around the waist, lifted me, and spun me around, peppering kisses against my cheek. I giggled and tucked my face into his neck. My arms wrapped around his shoulders. He slowed and stopped, still holding me tightly, his lips pressing hard against my skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, turning my face to capture his lips with mine. He slid his tongue into my mouth once and then withdrew, pressing a couple more soft kisses against my lips. Charlie cleared his throat pointedly. “We’re in public, you animals!” Gabriel called out.

Blushing wildly, I slid down Darragh’s soft, broad chest to place my feet safely on the ground, adjusting my sundress to make sure it wasn’t bunched up around my waist and exposing my panties to passersby. He cupped my face and smiled down at me. “You already promised you’d visit,” he reminded me, “So you can’t go getting sad on me now, yeah?”

I smiled and let out a watery laugh. With a final nod at the rest of the lads, Darragh gathered his bags and walked into the tube station. We watched him go, not quite sure what to do with ourselves. Gabriel wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Do you still want to go to the markets?” he asked.

I nodded. Charlie got out his phone and pulled up directions as Gabriel kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. “We could always go back first so I can make you feel better?”

Laughing softly, I squeezed his arms. “I think I want a touristy distraction. But I’ll take you up on that later.”

We spent the day exploring markets that looked like they were on the set of *Bedknobs and Broomsticks* and eating our way through delicious food stalls. Charlie kept brushing against me, his hands dusting over my ass or stroking my arm with feather-soft touches. Though I was sad about Darragh’s departure, I found myself squeezing my thighs together, needing some kind of pressure on my pussy as I got more and more turned on. It was torture. And Charlie knew exactly what he was doing. What was his game? Was this not crossing a line in his mind? I followed his lead but didn’t push things too much further, brushing my ass against him whenever I squeezed by and showing off my tits more than necessary, but otherwise keeping it PG.

By the time the boys and I decided to head back to the hostel for a mid-afternoon rest, I needed one or more of them to fuck me the second we had some privacy. We got on the tube back to our hostel and settled in, knowing we had a bit of a journey ahead of us. The joys of traveling on a budget and having to stay on the outskirts of the city. Gabriel sat down next to me on the bench and smiled at me as the other two boys sat across from us. “Were you properly distracted, ma belle?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” I replied brightly, “Bought a bunch of crap I don’t need and have no way of getting home, but it was amazing.”

“Good,” he smiled, “A girl like you should not be allowed to be sad for long.”

“Oh allowed, huh?” I laughed, “And what would you have done to make me feel better?”

He glanced around the tube car, and I did the same. With a jolt, I realized it had basically emptied during the first stop after we got on; there was one middle aged man asleep on the opposite end and not another soul inside except for our group. “I happen to have brought a condom with me in case you needed a, well, different kind of distraction,” he whispered.

My pussy clenched. Here? In public? A quick glance along the ceiling confirmed there wasn’t a visible camera on this train. It was still risky as fuck. But I was feeling reckless. I bit my lip and smiled at him. “I’m not so happy that I couldn’t do with a little more distracting,” I murmured, my cheeks flushing.

“Sit on my lap,” he ordered me softly.

He spread his legs slightly. I turned to face Lucas and Charlie and slowly sat down on Gabriel’s lap between his legs, flipping the back of my dress up slightly so the fabric wouldn’t act as a barrier. Smiling to myself, I realized Gabriel had moved his hand so that I would sit down on it. He wasted no time at all, immediately teasing my pussy through my panties, his fingers sliding between my thighs to rub my clit from below. A soft moan escaped my lips. Lucas and Charlie immediately stopped talking and whipped their heads to look over at us. Lucas turned bright red as Charlie let out a surprised guffaw. “Are you serious, mate?” Charlie hissed, but I could tell by the way his voice and breathing changed that he was turned on.

Gabriel laughed and kissed me on the cheek, the smirk evident in his voice as he continued teasing my pussy. “There’s no one around,” he whispered back, “And the lady needed a little attention after losing her favorite Irish cock.”

My hand clenched a fistful of fabric in the front of my dress as his middle finger dipped around the side of my panties and began stroking my clit directly, occasionally gliding down my vulva to tease at my entrance and drag my juices back up to my clit. “You should feel how wet she is,” he laughed softly, tucking his chin over my shoulder, “I think she enjoys putting on a show in public.”

“Gabriel—“ I whisper-begged.

He kissed my neck softly and pulled my panties completely to the side. Without warning, he plunged two fingers into my cunt and pulsed them against my g-spot, eliciting a soft gasp from my lips and another flood on his hand. Looking up, I saw Lucas begin slowly stroking himself over his pants, his face still flushed. Charlie stared, his jaw clenched and his knuckles white as his hands balled into fists. “Go slower,” he commanded Gabriel.

Gabriel slowed his movements, and I whimpered. Charlie smirked at me. He kept speaking. “Alternate between rubbing her clit and massaging her cunt,” Charlie whispered, “Don’t stay too long on one spot. Tease her.”

I moaned quietly as Gabriel did as he was told. “Describe her pussy,” Charlie demanded quietly.

Gabriel bit down softly on my neck and then pressed another kiss there as he kept up his slow, torturous movements. “Wet as the fucking ocean,” he chuckled, “And so fucking tight. Each time I push my fingers in, I’m afraid I won’t get them back.”

Charlie’s gaze darkened. Lucas’s grip tightened around his erection over his pants. Whimpering softly, I began grinding against Gabriel’s hand, my ass brushing up and down his cock through the fabric of his pants. He let out a few whispered curses in French and squeezed the side of my ass with his free hand. “All I want is to bury my cock in her sweet pussy,” he murmured, clearly asking Charlie for permission, “I do have a condom with me.”

My stomach clenched. Did all the guys know about my attraction to Charlie? About this weird, not-quite-cheating-but-definitely-not-Kosher arrangement where we wanted each other and wouldn’t act on it, but took every opportunity to wind each other up? Did I care that they knew? “Is that what you want, Lily?” Charlie asked me, “To get fucked by this frog on the tube?”

“Oi!” Gabriel laughed, “What does my country have to do with this?”

I ignored their bickering and lifted myself a couple inches off Gabriel’s lap, glancing at him over my shoulder. “Fuck, me, froggy,” I whispered, laughing at myself softly.

He immediately unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock under my dress, the crinkle of a condom wrapper reaching my ears as he slid it out from his pocket, opened it, and then rolled the latex down his shaft. “Are you ready?” he murmured.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He angled the tip of his cock against my entrance and then grabbed my hips under my dress to pull me down the length of his election. A soft sigh pushed out of my lungs, and I locked eyes with Charlie again. His jaw unclenched, and his brow knit together as he took in a shaky gulp of air. The train pulled into the next tube station and we paused, holding our breaths as the middle-aged man on the other side of the car woke up with a jolt, looked around himself confusedly, and bolted from the train. All four of us let out shaky laughs, our hearts pounding. Nobody else got on. The train let out loud screeches as it pulled away from the station, and Gabriel began thrusting from beneath me, eliciting a deep moan from my lungs. “Show me,” Charlie demanded.

Gabriel spread his legs wider, and I did the same, lifting the front of my dress a couple inches to show him and Lucas my cunt before putting my weight in my thighs to bounce on Gabriel’s cock. Gabriel’s grip tightened around my hips, and he cursed under his breath. His hands gently guided me to a sustainable rhythm, his thrusts from below adding delicious power. I moaned softly. “We shouldn’t take too long,” he murmured, pressing passionate kisses against my neck, “Do you think you can cum soon?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He slid a hand around to the front of my body and rubbed my clit roughly as we picked up the pace. “Oh! Oh my god, I’m close,” I whimpered, my face flushing.

Lucas let out a soft groan in front of me and stilled his movements. Charlie’s fists clenched again. “Look at me while you cum,” Charlie commanded quietly.

We locked eyes, the pleasure on my face reflecting back on his as he watched me, my orgasm swiftly overpowering me as I bit the back of my hand. My body shuddered. “Fuck!” Gabriel called out, his thrusts getting rougher the nearer he got to his own orgasm.

My face flushed as I moaned into my hand. I couldn’t believe we had done this. This was reckless. This was fucking hot. Gabriel wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and buried his face into my back as he came, letting out loud groans and slowing his movements. I rotated my torso to kiss him softly. He exhaustedly, sloppily kissed me back, his orgasm draining him of his usual excitable energy. Raising myself off his cock just enough to allow it to slip out, I kept my dress and body as a shield so he could replace my panties, remove and secure the condom, and tuck his cock back into his pants. “All set,” he whispered, kissing me on the shoulder.

I stood upright, smoothed out my dress, and sat beside him on the bench, still flushed pink at our bravery. Stupidity? Who’s to say. Charlie locked eyes with me and smirked, adjusting his own erection so it stopped tenting his pants. Lucas’s face was still bright red. I glanced at his lap as I recalled his soft groan, but I didn’t call him out, knowing his sex-related shyness would lead to complete mortification if the other boys realized he had cum in his pants while watching. Instead, I winked at him and smiled knowingly. He smiled back gratefully, his flush slowly leaving his cheeks.

Gabriel took a deep breath and began his teasing chatter again, ending the silence with his rapid jokes. Though my body was relaxed, my nerves were shot. For all my boldness, I was convinced that a cop was going to board the train at any time and arrest us for indecent exposure. My imagination went into hyperdrive, coming up with scenarios where I’d have to call my parents to bail me out of an English prison and need to explain the situation to them while in handcuffs. And not in a sexy way. Thankfully, nothing of the sort occurred, and we returned to the hostel without incident.

We agreed to meet up in the boys’ room after we all had a minute of downtime to catch our breaths. I split off to drop my purchases in my room and use the bathroom, wincing at the idea of getting a UTI and having to track down antibiotics in a foreign country. Meeting my eyes in the mirror, I flushed and cringed. Damn, Lily. Returning to my room, I laid down on my bed, let out a slow breath, and got out some trashy romance novel I had snagged at the airport and never finished on account of passing the fuck out on the plane from the legal drinks. After only a couple pages, a knock on the door broke me out of my reverie. “Come in!” I called out, adjusting my dress to cover myself more.

Charlie opened the door and shut it quietly behind him, resting his back against it and clicking the lock. My heart stopped. “Hey,” he said quietly.

“Hey,” I replied just as softly, sitting up against the pillows.

We stared at each other in silence for a moment. “You doing ok?” he finally asked, “You were really quiet after we got off the tube.”

“Yeah, just embarrassed and nervous about getting in trouble. I clearly haven’t been making the smartest decisions.”

“Everyone does dumb shit when they’re horny. Don’t beat yourself up.”

Laughing gratefully at his placating, I prayed my cheeks would stop burning. He smiled back at me, soft dimples appearing on his cheeks. Fuck. Why did he have to have a girlfriend? His smile slid slightly as we stared at each other again. My heartbeat got louder and louder until it was pounding in my ears, my panting breaths seeming to fill the whole room with their rasping.

I don’t know who moved first, but suddenly we were ripping off our own clothing. In no time, we were fully naked and still across the room from each other, our clothes thrown unceremoniously on the floor. My eyes raked up and down Charlie’s nude form, taking in his dark skin, his delicious smattering of chest hair, his happy trail leading down to a hard, thick, uncut cock that made my mouth water and my pussy flood. He began stroking it roughly.

Leaning back against the pillow, I spread my legs. My fingers slowly trailed down my torso to rub my clit, my other hand teasing my nipples into hardened points. Charlie let out a slow exhale as he watched my movements. My entire body flushed. This was fucked up. I knew it was fucked up. But then why was I so wet even after having sex twice that day, my pussy dripping from the sight of him touching himself because of me? Pushing two fingers inside myself, I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering closed. “Look at me,” he pleaded.

It was a command, but it was filled with desperate need. My eyes locked with his. “Charlie,” I whispered, my brow knitting together as I neared orgasm.

“Lily,” he murmured, a soft smile on his lips.

Withdrawing my fingers, I rubbed my clit again harshly, moaning as the wetness on my fingers lubricated my movements. “Please cum for me,” he begged, his hand flying up and down his erection.

In seconds, I felt my body start to fall over the peak. “Oh! Charlie!” I called out, my cheeks warming and my torso spasming as I orgasmed against my fingers.

“Fuck, Lily,” he groaned, his bicep flexing as he tightened his grip around his cock.

My orgasm slowly dissolved, taking any lingering inhibitions with it. Without thinking, I got up from the bed and swiftly crossed the room, dropping to my knees in front of him and opening my mouth. He angled his cock downward and continued stroking, his tip brushing against my outstretched tongue. A couple more pumps and his cum was shooting into my mouth, his loud groans of pleasure music to my ears. His hand slowed and stilled. The head of his cock rested solidly on my tongue. I flicked my tongue against his slit to gather final drops of his cum and then swallowed, holding his gaze steady as my lips pressed against his tip. One of his hands brushed back my hair and then cupped my cheek. His expression was indiscernible.

Charlie helped me to my feet and didn’t drop my hands. Our fingers laced together. My heart pounded, uncertainty and guilt flowing through my veins. Our panting breaths synced as we stared at each other. His eyes flickered down to my lips. I took a step closer.

Something broke the spell. He dropped my hands, leaned back against the door, and squeezed his eyes shut briefly before looking up at the ceiling, his deep, brown eyes watering. “Shit,” he whispered, “We really fucked up.”

Part four cumming soon!

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