【New Outdoor Journey】(01) Author: christry

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Everything was normal. I was putting the child to sleep, and it was time for a walk. I don't know when it started, but this has become
the best excuse to go out for exercise. I work up a sweat before going home, and for the sake of my health, my mother-in-law wholeheartedly approves.

But things weren't normal again. When I went downstairs, I found my brother-in-law waiting by the car with a lewd grin.
He opened the car door for me. Was he going to have sex in the car? I thought.

"I want to sit in the front," I said, refusing to move. But he pulled me
over

without saying a word. Apart from being a little slow, I didn't offer any resistance and was shoved into the back seat. "Brother, wait a minute, I have something to tell you," he said, and then he also got into the back seat. My husband closed
the car door for him.

"What are you doing?" I asked seriously.

"I'm checking," he said, grabbing my clothes.

"Damn, why are you wearing shorts? It's so hard to get them off," he complained, but his hands didn't stop.

"I've already shaved it clean, let's check it again at your place." I was unwilling to give in, so I could only
express my resistance by silently stiffening my body.

"Damn, is this how you cooperate with me? You're going to treat me well, huh?" He hit the nail on the head, and I gave up. I
wanted to face it properly, but would this become my new curse? I could only obediently cooperate with him, lifting my buttocks so
he could pull down my underwear more easily. He directly put his hand on my private parts, rubbing back and forth.

"It's clean enough, let me check again." He wasn't satisfied with just this inspection. He grabbed my legs, pulled me
down onto the car seat, and with another force, lifted my buttocks even higher. My entire upper body slid off the seat, my legs were pressed against
my chest, and my private parts were directly exposed to him.

"You're already wet, you slut, it's like a waterfall." His fingers stirred at my entrance, while my body
was surging.

"Mmm," the pleasure came so quickly, I couldn't help but moan.

"Is it clean?" I was still enjoying myself and hadn't even had a chance to answer when his fingers were already pressing against my anus and forcing
their way in.

"Ah, it hurts!" My dry anus hurt so much from his forceful insertion. He was still expanding it forcefully, still
pushing it in hard.

"Ah," I felt both pain and pleasure. His thrusting hurt so much, but my pussy had an even greater need for comfort. Ever since
he opened my anus, the stimulation there had brought even more pleasure to my pussy. A moment of relaxation was followed by a moment of emptiness. His
fingers left. The inspection was finished, but I was still being suppressed by him.

"Here's the gift," he said, pulling it out from somewhere and immediately thrusting it into my pussy. It wasn't a dildo,
not that long but a bit thick. Although I couldn't see clearly what it was, I knew the feeling of thrusting in and out of my pussy, and I
could feel the flood inside me growing stronger. I didn't care about the pain in my neck anymore. Like a baby sucking on a nipple
, I concentrated all my strength and hungrily sucked on his gift with my lower body.

"Don't stop, ah, no, it hurts!" He didn't stop; he actually pulled out, but then relentlessly forced his way back into
my anus. Although it was lubricated by my vaginal fluid, it was too thick and painful, completely killing any pleasure. I plummeted from
heaven to hell. The gift was an anal plug, but why was it so thick? My whole body tensed, still adjusting
to the thick object in my anus, when something else was breaking through my opening.

"There's another one," he said. I didn't pay attention to what he was saying, nor did I have time to discern what was being inserted,
because the stimulation below had already exploded. The mere disturbance at the opening was enough to reignite the embers in my cunt;
I wanted pleasure. But the pressure of the two foreign objects on my vaginal walls felt like being doused with ice water, and the tightening of my body caused excruciating pain; I felt like I was going
to die.

"Haha, feels good, right? It'll feel even better later," he said, and then started helping me put on my underwear.

"Don't move, it hurts," I hadn't even adjusted yet, but he didn't care about my life or death, and started forcefully helping
me put on my shorts again, not forgetting to pull them hard, making my pussy hurt even more. Then he pulled me up to sit up,
"Ah," I couldn't help but cry out again, sitting on the gift between my two holes, squeezing even deeper, every movement
made me hurt a little more, but also made me get used to it a little more.

"You stay dressed like this, don't move around, the fun is coming soon," he said, and then got out of the car and left.

I really didn't dare to move, not because I was obedient to him, but because I was afraid of the pain starting again. I don't know
what he and his husband were talking about outside the car, I could only grit my teeth to relieve the pain in my lower body.

What's happening again? I was shocked, a thousand ants crawling in my heart, it was a butterfly, stimulating inside and out, especially
my clitoris, the sensitive spot that hadn't been touched all night, was now on fire again. It's so itchy, I really want to reach out and stop it,
tonight hasn't even started yet, I don't want to be satisfied by a dildo here. But I was also enjoying it so much, and I hoped the stimulation would be even more
intense so I could enjoy it for a little longer.

"Feels good, right?" I was so focused on enjoying the pleasure in my lower body that I didn't even notice my brother-in-law and husband
getting into the car. I immediately bit my lip, turned my head to the window, and stopped moaning.

The car started moving, finally off we went, my walk began.

Watching the scenery change outside the window, enjoying the escalating stimulation of the butterfly, my mind had already drifted to his house.
I wondered what his quartet would be like, and what the outdoors would be like when we got back.

"Let's go, get out of the car," he pushed me. Why so fast today? I didn't have time to think about it. Wasn't this my
doorstep? Although I had questions, I obediently got out of the car, and he followed. This was
the intersection . What was I doing getting out? The vibration of the butterfly, the surge inside me, the sweltering heat—I was sweating profusely, feeling completely soaked. I didn't want to stay here for another second, but when I looked at the car again, my husband had driven away
without saying a word . "What are you doing here?" I could only ask him. "The car's out of gas, let's take the bus," he said with a smile. "Then let's go together, why take the bus? I'm not going," this was a trap. I couldn't go with him; how could my husband leave just the two of us? There were people coming and going here; if I refused him, he probably couldn't do anything about it . I thought of a plan. "Don't force me," he said, still smiling, but my face contorted. "Ah!" I cried out . The stimulation in my lower body suddenly intensified, both painful and pleasurable. I couldn't take it anymore. Wait, both holes were vibrating, pressing against each other. Could it be an anal plug? How could an anal plug vibrate? I felt suffocated, completely unable to breathe . I couldn't help but squat down, trying to change my position to relieve the discomfort. I was sweating even more; my t-shirt was completely stuck to my body, but I...

I still felt a chill down my back, a pain that was also stimulating.

"Can we go now? Don't waste time," he said, turning down the vibration to give me a
chance to catch my breath. He pulled me up, but I couldn't keep my footing and could only lean against him. He brazenly
pulled at my t-shirt and bra, exposing half of my breast. Although I was only a barely C-cup,
the pull of my bra squeezed out more flesh. I didn't have time to resist before he dragged me forward, but
every step intensified the friction inside, making each step an ordeal.

Luckily, it was a red light, giving me a chance to catch my breath, but he seemed to have noticed something and whispered in my ear, "Let's
go buy a bottle of water, at the affordable supermarket. It'll be a good match for a cheap slut like you, haha,"
before pulling me towards the supermarket without another word.

The air conditioning in the supermarket offered me some relief from the heat, and I wanted to linger there a little longer, but I was afraid he might do
something inappropriate. After all, the supermarket was so close to home. Although it was close to closing time and there weren't many people inside,
I had no idea if I'd run into anyone I knew since getting off the bus. It was better to leave as soon as possible. Bus it is, I could endure
it.

He handed me a bottle of Gatorade, stuffed ten yuan into my hand, and told me to pay. I glared at him reluctantly.
Taking advantage of the moment I was free from his clutches, I straightened my clothes and tucked my breasts back into my bra. The vibration wasn't
as , but the temptation still lingered in my two holes. I could only move slowly, gritting my teeth to suppress a moan.

I didn't recognize the cashier, and he was quick. After finishing the transaction, I grabbed my water and tried to escape. He seemed
to sense my intention, and as I sped up, he suddenly increased the intensity of his movements, almost making me stumble and fall.
All eyes immediately turned to me. "Don't rush, walk slowly," he said, his words feeling like knives piercing my heart.
I had to steady myself by the door, while he slowly followed.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I could only mutter to myself.

"I told you to slow down, this is just the beginning," he said, seemingly unrelatedly tugging at my bra again.

"Just leave it exposed, no covering up, no moving around, or I'll take it as you not wanting to wear it anymore," he
said calmly, but it was like thunder in my ears.

I could only obey him, enduring the friction on my lower body, and crossed the street to the bus stop. There were quite a few people there,
and I just wanted to hide to the side. He didn't force me, because with the roar of cars on the street, I could secretly
moan , which was some release.

"The bus is here, let's go," he reminded me, interrupting my reverie but also making me realize
a big problem: my lower body was soaked, not with sweat but with the constant stimulation of my vaginal fluid. I could feel
the wetness rubbing against my thighs. Maybe if I hid in the crowd, no one would notice. He pushed me onto the bus with the flow of people; it
was crowded, so this was probably his purpose for taking the bus.

Swipe card, doors close, bus starts moving, red light.

"Swipe your card if you haven't," the driver urged, but no one seemed to respond.

"I'm talking to you," he said, surprisingly addressing me. I was startled. How could it be me?

"You didn't swipe your card?" I retorted. He brought me on the bus; he should at least resolve this issue.

"You've mistaken me for someone else," he said, my heart sinking, speechless. He did it on purpose. I was definitely
penniless; he had taken the money I had left. What was I going to do? All eyes were on
me, or on my chest, making me feel even more ashamed. The stimulation in my lower body was intensifying again—
was this his warning?

"Could you lend me two dollars?" I pleaded softly.

"Two dollars have to be paid back," he said. Suddenly, I felt like I wasn't even worth two dollars to him, and I didn't
know how I would pay him back.

"Never mind, never mind, just be careful next time," the driver said, actually helping me out of the predicament.

I ignored him, keeping my eyes fixed on the road ahead, but that didn't stop me from feeling many eyes staring at my
chest , or his hand squeezing my buttocks, or the frequent alternations inside my vagina,
and even the dripping of vaginal fluid on my legs.

The car stopped and drove away, and I followed the flow of people inside. His hand continued to squeeze my buttocks, his fingers even squeezing his penis incessantly at my
anus. Each violent vibration sent a jolt of pleasure through me, making my body churn.

My breasts weren't spared either; they were completely pressed against someone else's body. I tried to push them away, but I couldn't
budge them . The person being pressed was a man on his phone. He actually turned around, holding his phone upright and staring intently at the screen,
but his elbow was perfectly positioned to press against my breasts, constantly pushing in and out of
my cleavage with the bus's swaying. I wanted to escape, but no matter how I turned, I couldn't get away; it felt more like he was actively rubbing against me, begging for pleasure.

Why did the bus turn? I was too preoccupied with the assault in front of me to care. I listened carefully to the announcement; this wasn't 124
, it was 59. Where was this going? I turned to look at my uncle, but I couldn't see his face at all. I could only
feel his hands still kneading my buttocks, the vibrations constantly changing, and I could hear
his voice saying, "So wet."

Oh well, I couldn't control myself anymore. I might as well close my eyes and just let it be.
I was on his pirate ship; I could only pray for good luck.

After two more stops, I got off. Where was I? Where was he taking me? Where was my husband?
Would follow me? I overthought things again, because he quickly shoved me into a dark alley. I immediately
felt like I was falling into an abyss. The lights at the end of the road seemed so far away; only a faint, dim light offered me a sliver of comfort.
Was this his outdoor area? What would he be doing here? My anxiety made me feel lost and helpless, and I couldn't
resist .

[To be continued]

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