For a long breathless moment she pushed herself down, not even moving when it crushed her large breasts in a particularly large and prickly weed. Her breath held she waited, eyes clamped shut and her face in the dirt.
The footsteps stopped and she tensed.
"See? Nothing there. Let's go."
"Man, I could've sworn..."
Bria tried to keep still, but couldn't help looking up to see if they were going. Seeing the three vague shapes almost on the other side of the foliage made her back up abruptly, and the branch of a small brushlike plant poked its way into the moist lips of her vagina, eliciting a gasp.
"You hear something?"
"Yeah, it's Brenda, and she's shouting 'do me do me!'"
"Ah shaddup or I'll hit you."
"Ooh, big talk,"
"Guys," a new voice cut in, the third guy no doubt, "We're gonna be late for school if you keep this up."
School? They were teens? she thought, stiffening. The movement made the plant rub it's stiff bristles along her slit and she pressed herself into the ground to muffle her moan. Unfotunately that in turn ground her sensitive tits into the prickly weeds below her. Between the branch and the weeds and the inexplicable feelings she was feeling she couldn't help but wriggle. That just amplified everything. If they didn't leave soon she wasn't sure she'd be able to stay down. And if she didn't stay down they'd see her.
Students. Teens. God, teens could fuck forever. She should know after all the misadventures she had in high school. None of them were her fault, of course. These guys might be too virile to stop. The three of them would take turns and fuck her all day.
Another moan, more wriggles. She berated herself for humping the bush like some horny little slut. Ahead of her the guys were arguing, trading insults in a casual way as the bush made a bit more progress up her tender little slit.
"Come on man, let's get to school," the third guy said.
"Oh look, the nerd wants to get to math class," the second teased.
"Naw. I just want to tell the guys about that chick we saw."
Chick? Bria froze, unintentionally clenching the branch. "Oh God I'm so screwed," Bria thought, and a fit of giggles broke out. "Screwed by a bush alright," she thought, and the more she giggled the more she pressed into the dirt, which in turn caused pains in her tits, making her wriggle and twitch upon the oddly pleasing branch.
As the guys finally moved away she had a moment of crisis. To find a way back inside where she'd be safe and had clothes, or to follow the boys and find out for sure that they were talking about her? |