Leila´s Picnic Weekend - Sexgeschichten

Leila´s Picnic Weekend

... jacket vent so that there was no question her ass was totally displayed to the strangers behind her. They obviously wanted her to object, to draw even more attention to herself. Well, she would not give them that satisfaction. She ignored the hands moving over her soft globes, the fingers running up and down the crack of her ass, the single finger toying with her tight sphincter, she ignored it all. Or, at least, she tried to ignore it. However, her body would not let her, her vagina, which had dried up from the fear she had felt on the street started to flow again. Her vaginal lips started to twitch from the sensations, her nipples hardened again against the rough cloth of the jacket, the sensation feeding back on itself: the cloth tickling her nipples caused the nipples to harden more, this caused them to rub against the cloth, which again increased the hardness. She was so unbelievably horny. Her vagina was a swamp. She felt a stream of her juices start to run down her thigh, as her cunt lips twitched again and again, causing her cunt to wink at the strangers in front of her. With one hand held by Josie, and the other holding the bar above her head, there was nothing she could do about that drip.

Suddenly she felt a finger touch the inside of her knee and slide up her thigh, wiping up her cunt juice. She glanced down to see the businessman seated directly in front of her, sensuously lick a very wet finger. The humiliation of a stranger tasting her cunt juices, caused ...

... a shudder to run through her. But her arousal did not decrease. Unbelievably, it increased yet again. The stranger's hand returned to her body, three fingers sliding up and down her vagina, rubbing along those sensitive lips. Suddenly she felt the middle finger slide into her cunt, then back out as the two other fingers ran back and forth along her lips. The feeling of this item pumping in and out of her brought her over the top. She let her head fall back and moaned as she climaxed, trying unsuccessfully to stifle the sound. As she tried to recover, her breasts rising and falling against the jacket as the men on the bench stared at her, astounded. The hands on her buttocks had stopped for a second, but now the caresses began again. Her businessman was no longer pumping her, but his finger was still totally buried in her cunt. How could she have let herself be frigged, be frigged by a stranger, be frigged by a stranger in public? How could she let two other men fondle her nude bottom in public, showing it off to others? She was acting like a total slut.

"Hey, slut, our stop's next!" Mrs Renwicke's voice cut through her thoughts, and she glanced over at the sound to see her standing at the rear door of the bus, beside Phil and Brad. Beside Phil and Brad? Their hands were still on her bum! How could they be standing over ten feet away? She dropped Josie's hand and spun around, the businessman's finger slipping from her, leaving her cunt feeling empty. Two boys, both wearing ...