She jogs the final part of the trail and into the car park,. As soon as she reaches the car, she bends over, hands on her knees, breathing hard. Sweat gleams on her skin, her breasts hang prominent in her sports bra as she recovers.
Ok, run over. Time for a reward.
She opens the boot grabs out a picnic blanket, and, locking the car, heads back onto the trail. Wanders into the woods on a little used path, and finds a small clearing. It’s not as secluded as she’d like but it’s close enough, and she doesn’t want to get lost on the way back.
She finds a spot out of sight of the path and lays the blanket down, then herself.
She breathes out, relaxing, runs her hands over her breasts, her hips. Imagines someone else touching her, squeezing her ass, pinching nipples. Tracing their hand from her belly button to between her legs, but only ever above her clothes.
She moans a little, rocking her hips, getting into it. She watches their hand slip beneath her leggings, feels their hand – her hand – slide between her pussy lips. Checking how wet she is. She lets out a little moan as she uses that wetness as lube to play with her clit. She circles it, teases the sensitive nerves around her lips and entrance, then back to stroking again. Uses the other hand to play with her nipples through the bra. She’s moaning softly, enjoying the idea that anyone could hear her and want to investigate; could find her.
Her climax builds on that thought. She’s flushed, chest heaving, hand moving frantically when someone clears their throat.
She freezes, eyes squeezed tight shut as though if she can’t see them, they can’t see her.
“Enjoying yourself?” The voice asks. Male. Amused.
She cracks her eyes open. Tall. Not unreasonably attractive. Smirking.
She flushes deeper.
“I’ll give you a hand, shall I?” He moves toward her.
“No… No I’m fine thank you I- I don’t-” she stutters.
He doesn’t stop, only pulls her to her feet.
“You were playing with yourself in public. Moaning loudly. Are you telling me that wasn’t an invitation?”
Desire flutters low in her belly, as much as she tries to deny it. Looking at this man… It wouldn’t matter who he was. Part of her, the slut, just wanted to be taken and used. Even if by a complete stranger.
He pinches her nipple. “Well?”
“Yes… It was an invitation.” She confesses in a low voice.
He laughs, shoves her against the nearest tree. Yanks her leggings and panties off, discarding them on the dirt. Pins her hands above her head with one of his own. It’s taking him so little effort to hold her. She’s at his mercy.
She feels his calloused fingers run between her thighs. He laughs again, incredulous at her arousal. Parts her pussy lips, strokes her clit slowly.
“Like this, do you?”
She doesn’t respond.
He removes his finger. “I asked if you liked it. If you don’t, I can always go…” He releases her, moves off.
His sudden movement brings her to life. “Wait! Please don’t go.”
He stills.
“I… I like it. I want more.”
He turns, pins her against the tree with far more force than before. He drags her bra up, sucks on her nipples with fervour even as his fingers return to teasing her. Playing with her entrance, threatening to push one in, then moving away. Under this assault, she’s moaning even louder, shaking at what this man can do.
“God, please,” she moans as he teases her again.
“Please what?” He asks sternly. Like she’s a child.
“I need you to put it inside me.”
She groans as his thick finger finally penetrates her, pushing deep, curling up to hit her g-spot.
“You know… I could have taken ‘it’ as something very different.” He whispers in her ear.
She makes an incoherent sound in response; he’s started to fingerfuck her.
He adds another finger, stretching her tight little pussy. Slamming into her, palm hitting her clit, she’s whimpering. Head tipped back, bark digging into her skin but he’s pleasuring her too much for her to care.
Her climax builds.
“Fuck…” She whisper-moans. “I’m going to cum.”
He maintains his speed, focusing on the ecstasy on her face. Watches it turn to gratification as her pussy clenches around his fingers and she finishes, mouth open in silent joy.
He keeps his fingers inside her.
“My friends are just around the corner. They’re going to ‘help’ you too.”
She swallows. “Ok.”
“Guys! I’ve got her all warmed up. You can join us now.”
They arrive far too quickly, are on her before she can even take in their faces. Three of them. One plays with her tits, another her clit. The other focuses on her neck as the first man holds her still.
She’s shaking from all the stimulation, so sensitive from the first round that she’s barely able to take it all in, and almost immediately cums.
They swap places. The first man lets go of her, stands and watches instead. He’s clearly excited, but doesn’t touch himself.
The third man’s fingers are slimmer, longer. Pianist’s hands, she thinks dimly, as he massages her insides, slow and gentle. Another man is leaving hickies all over her neck where the other left off. Another is nipping at her breasts, then sucking and kissing the places that he’s made sting, soothing them. The other starts to play with her clit and she feels her body slowly start to build another climax. She feels a hand grope her ass, spank it. Groans softly. She grinds onto the hand inside her.
“Ooh she likes that! Do it again. Harder.”
They do so. She moans audibly at the sting. She can feel the men’s collective excitement heighten.
She climaxes, shuddering, onto his hand.
They swap quickly. She’s handled roughly, squeezed and pinched. Slapped and used. One forces her to suck her own cum from his fingers, another abuses her ass and breasts, and the last shoves three fingers into her without warning. Her cry is muffled. He fucks her savagely. Driving into her hard, hitting her g spot and clit at the same time. Her tired body obediently responds to the new stimulation.
With this, she knows her fourth orgasm won’t be so far away. She can hear herself spewing nonsense, combined with the dirtiest kind of talk, wiped out yet desperate for this final ending.
“God, please don’t stop, fuck, your fingers stretch me so good… Stretch this tight little pussy more please…”
He actually obeys this last part, tries to work a fourth finger in but it’s too much for her and she cums violently.
As she’s finishing, the men withdraw. She feels colder somehow, despite the heat of the evening, as the pleasure slowly washes away from her.
“Well, that was fun. Thank you for letting us help you out.” The first man again. He winks at her. The others wander away.
“Wait,” she says confused. “Don’t you want… Don’t you want the favour, uh, returning?”
“No, but thank you for the offer. See you next week at training?”
“Sure,” she says, still confused. “Thank you for helping me set this up, by the way.”
“Oh don’t worry, the pleasure was all mine. Well… Almost.” He grins, and walks away following his friends.
She is alone again, half naked against the tree. She thinks about how she was just used by four men, three strangers. Her hand slides toward her pussy.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qm5y8y/exposed_public_fmm_masturbation
Damn. I feel like I’ve read stuff of yours before. This is really well contained. I enjoyed how there was no penial penetration and it was all fingers and kisses. Very, very erotic and a good read.