New Outdoor Journey

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Everything was normal. I put 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 want to work up a sweat before going home. For the sake of my health, my mother-in-law is all for it. But

things were not normal again. When I went downstairs, I found my brother-in-law waiting by the car with a lewd grin on his face. He

opened the car door for me. I wondered if he wanted to have sex in the car. "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 put up 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, and started grabbing my clothes.

"Damn it, 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 slight 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 reached his hand to 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 forceful movement, 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 slut’s already wet, it’s like a waterfall.” His fingers stirred at my entrance, while my body was surging inside.

“Mmm,” the pleasure came so quickly, I couldn’t help but moan.

“Is it clean?” I was still enjoying it and hadn’t had time 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 dilating 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 back door, the stimulation there brought even more pleasure to my pussy.

A moment of relaxation was followed by a moment of emptiness. His fingers left. The examination was over, 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 as 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 amplifying.

I no longer cared about the pain in my neck. Like a baby sucking on a nipple, I concentrated all my strength and thirstily 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 much more 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, but then something else was breaking through my opening.

"There's another one," he said. I didn't care 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 was excruciatingly painful. 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, "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 he 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 fake penis 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, wondering 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 it through. Wasn't this my doorstep? Although I had questions, I obediently got out of the car, and he followed.

This was the intersection just outside the neighborhood. 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 still smiled, 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 pain. I was sweating even more; my t-shirt was completely stuck to my body, but I still felt a chill down my back, both painful and stimulating.

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

Luckily, it was a red light, giving me a chance to recover, 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," and dragged me towards the supermarket without further ado.

The air conditioning in the supermarket offered some relief, and I wanted to stall for time, 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'll just have to 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, and taking advantage of the moment I escaped his clutches, I straightened my clothes and tucked my breasts back into my bra. The vibration wasn't as painful after being turned down, but the temptation still lingered in my two holes. I could only move slowly, gritting my teeth to suppress a groan.

I didn't know this cashier, and he was quick. After the transaction was completed, I grabbed the bottle and tried to escape. He seemed to have noticed my intention, and as I sped up, he suddenly increased the intensity of the vibration. I almost stumbled and fell, and all eyes immediately focused on me. "Don't rush, walk slowly," his few words felt like knives piercing my heart. I had to hold onto the door to steady myself, 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 like that, no covering up, no moving around, or I'll take it as you don't want to wear it anymore," he said calmly, but it sounded like thunder in my ears.

I could only obey him, enduring the friction in my lower body, and crossed the road to the bus stop. There were quite a few people, and I just wanted to hide to the side. He didn't force me, because with the roar of cars on the road, I could secretly moan, which would provide 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 constantly stimulated vaginal fluid. I could feel the wetness rubbing against my thighs. Maybe hiding in the crowd would prevent anyone from noticing. He pushed me onto the bus with the flow of people. It was quite crowded, so this was probably his purpose for getting the bus.

Swipe card, close the door, the bus starts, red light.

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

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

"You didn't call me?" I retorted. He took me on the bus; surely he should resolve this issue.

"You've mistaken me for someone else," he said, his heart sinking. He was speechless, unsure what to say. He did it on purpose. I was definitely penniless; he'd taken the money I had left. What was I to do? Everyone's eyes were fixed on me, or on my chest. I felt even more ashamed. The stimulation in my lower body was intensifying again. Was this his warning?

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

"Two yuan has to be paid back," he said. Suddenly, I felt like I wasn't even worth two yuan to him, and I didn't know how I'd

repay him. "Never mind, never mind. Be careful next time," the driver actually came to my rescue.

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

The bus stopped and started moving. I followed the flow of people inside. His hand kept squeezing my buttocks, his fingers even squeezing his penis against my anus. Each violent vibration sent a jolt of pleasure through me, making my body churn.

My breasts weren't spared either, completely pressed against someone else's body. I tried to push away, but I couldn't budge them. The person I was pressed against was a man on his phone. He turned around, holding his phone upright, his eyes glued to the screen, but his elbow was perfectly positioned against my breasts, constantly pushing in and out of my cleavage with the bus's swaying. I tried 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 bus 124, it was bus 59. Where was it going? I turned to look at my uncle, but I couldn't see his face at all. I could only feel his hand still kneading my buttocks, the vibrations changing constantly, and I could hear his voice saying, "So wet."

Forget it, I can't control myself anymore. I might as well close my eyes and just escape or enjoy what I should enjoy. I'm on his pirate ship now, so I can only pray for good luck.

After two more stops, I got off. Where am I? Where is he taking me? Where's my husband? Will the guy with the cell phone 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 light offered me a sliver of comfort. Is this his territory? What will he be doing here? My anxious heart made me feel lost and even more unable to resist the thrill of the cave.

[The End]

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