Not a Typical Walk Home by SalaciousScribbler

You feel a chill run through your body, but the shiver only makes you feel hotter. You glide your fingers over the edge and then more and more of the fabric honing in on your clit. And on the next drag, when your fingers make contact with your pleasure center, your cheeks start to burn. These men are at fault for their public display, but what you are doing is worse. Who are you to take this moment? You guiltily start to lift your hand but then stop.

Mika has a hand on each side of Lukas’s head. He alternates between fucking it with bestial ferocity and slowly allowing it to glide all the way out of Lukas’s mouth until their only contact is Mika’s hands on his tufts of hair and the tip of his erection on his tongue. Then comes the slow stroke towards Lukas’s neck.

This is too hot. There is no stopping. You need this. You give in to the bad girl inside who has waited to be released. Your hand is already back on your clit and now you stroke, tickle, and rub yourself with need. The scene plus what is happening under your dress is too much. You can feel yourself building up towards your big moment. You bite your lip to keep from moaning and grab your breast with your other hand. Just as Mika slides slowly back into Lukas’s mouth, your vagina clamps and opens, your legs shake, and you can’t breath or move or control anything.

Your breath comes in ragged and you resettle yourself. Looking up you are just in time to notice a change.

Lukas has stood up and is undoing his own pants. He strokes Mika’s face and mouth with his hand, sliding his thumb into his large companion’s mouth. Unexpectedly, and with a surprising amount of strength and speed, Lukas spins Mika around, knocking over more boxes, and is left with holding two large, muscular hips.

Not expecting this turn of events, you feel your desire building again. Your need for touch. This time it has to be different though. You get on your hands and knees, using the boxes for support and cover. Lukas positions himself behind Mika, gives a resounding smack to the ass in his hand, then slowly slides his manhood along his lover’s ass, teasing him. This is too good. You need more. Hastily, you pull off your panties and set them next to you. Then the tease is over. With one more slap on the ass, Lukas whispers something you can’t quite catch and, inch by inch, slips into the the big man. Then as you watch the thinner guy start to pull back and slowly return every inch of himself to the big, strapping man, your fingers finally touch your naked, soaked clit.

You start rubbing yourself on all fours, the juices of your desire running down your fingers. As Lukas starts to pick up his pace, you pick up yours. You reach back with your other hand and grabs your own ass, just as Lukas slaps Mika’s ass. You are experiencing this not just by seeing it, not just by feeling it, you are part of their experience, acting out what they do. And it is so. Fucking. Hot. You feel the tingling build, again, mounting tension and yearning. Lukas grabs a handful of Mika’s hair and slaps his ass again. You have to put your hand in your mouth to stop yourself from screaming.

Then you begin to sense a presence behind you. Just as you begin to turn around, a hand stops your shoulder and a firm finger pushes your face back towards the sultry scene. A strangely familiar voice that you just can’t place tells you, “Don’t look away. Look at their bodies. Look at every inch of their bodies, their dripping sweat, his strong arms holding the other in place, have you ever seen such men?”

He sees what you had seen all along. Seeing it all again coupled with his cuing words, you can’t help feeling your vagina expand then clench, your clit begging for more attention.

“Don’t stop. Keep going,” the stranger encourages, his hand guiding yours back to your throbbing button. You hesitate at first, but with his coaxing, the compelling scene in front of you, and your body’s yearning, you resume rubbing your clit. Your fingers immediately find just the right spot. You don’t even bother starting slowly this time, your need is too great, what the men are doing is too hot. You can see the pumping bodies of the men before you glistening with sweat, pronouncing every angle of their bodies, every definition of their forms. You can hear the grunts and moans of their desire which pushes your own desire to new heights. Everything drops away except for what you see and what you feel. Just as your breath starts to catch, as a soft moan you can’t help but utter escapes your lips, and as you approach the edge of your climax, you feel the stranger’s tongue make contact with the bottom of your vagina and then drag all the way up to flick your clit. He must have laid down behind and below you facing up, facing your dripping, shaking pussy. Your initial shock and indignation are immediately overwhelmed and swept aside by the waves of a second, stronger orgasm which seizes and washes over you, released by the last nudge of the mystery man’s tongue.

Your eyes clench shut as you feel – no, experience – this orgasm take over. Then it starts to relax. Panting, you try to breath control back into your body. Each breath stills some of the shaking which still quakes through your body. You begin to notice your surroundings again, notice what is happening in this alley of pleasure.

The men in front of you are slamming into each other now. You can hear the slap of skin on skin and it just drives you further, faster towards your own pleasure. In addition to the scene in front of you, the licking between your legs has not slowed, and now he adds his fingers to coax you towards your next climb. Every time you reach down to get a peek at who this mystery sexual man is, he tugs your dress back down to cover him. Your body betrays your frustration of wanting to know who this man is when tremors running from your clit throughout your entire body become too distracting to ignore. Your continued need surprises you, but again draws you towards the next event horizon of your bliss.

The two men now bucking into each other in front of you, the unknown tongue lapping up your juices and giving your clit just the attention it needs, the strange fingers driving in coaxing all sorts of new sensations to the surface, and your own fingers clawing at your hair, your ribs, your butt, are all taking you to new places, such great heights. As you start your climb, there is a sudden absence.

Where did your licker go? As you turn to look back, his firm hand guides your chin back to looking straight ahead, his hand drawing your hand back to your clit. Then you feel something soft and at the same time rigid poke at your center. Before you even have time to react, he enters you sliding first the tip, then the rest of his pulsing stiffness into you.

And the men in front are fucking each other at a frantic pace, Eren driving forward while Murat forces himself back. And the man behind you is thrusting in faster and faster strokes. And your hand has no choice now but to become a blur, giving yourself just what you need. And you start to shake, wriggling with all there is to see and feel and take in. And everything is coming together.

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