by Bridy McAvoy
The four students chuckled, swung their packs down and unzipped the camera cases.
Cara felt a sudden shooting pain in the back of her lower left leg, and knew instantly the cramp had returned.
“Ow!”
Five male heads snapped round to look as she grabbed her leg and sat down heavily. Steve was closest and dropped to his knees to one side of her, Phil joining him on the other side moments later.
“Cramp?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, roll over. Let’s do the massage thing again. I thought you were fitter than this.”
Cara gave him a dirty look then rolled onto her stomach and cradled her head, making sure she was facing the edge of the cliff so she could drink in the magnificent view with her artist’s eye, trying to blot out the excruciating pain in her leg.
Phil worked solidly on her leg, his fingers probing and kneading, searching for, and quickly finding the knotted muscle at the back. She gasped when he pushed at it with his finger than grunted as his hands descended either side of it, framing it and applying firm pressure to the painful area.
“Go on and grab your shots with the others, Steve. I can cope.”
“Thanks. You okay, Cara?”
Cara could only grunt in reply as Phil kept working at the loosening knot. She heard him move away and stretched out her other leg behind her, attempting to let Phil know she wanted that one massaged too.
“That quip about my fitness was uncalled for.”
Phil chuckled and paused for a moment. “Distracted you from the pain though, didn’t it?”
“Bastard!”
He laughed again and resumed work on the back of her legs. Cara transferred her attention to the vista before her, her brain already cataloguing the ochre and umbra and the other shades of yellow, brown and earth tones she would need to paint the scene.
“You taking some shots, yourself?”
“Of course.”
“Good. I’d like to paint it from them.”
“Good idea. It would be a drag to bring your easel and everything else up here.”
He’d dealt with the knotted muscle now and Cara let the relief wash over her as he transferred his attention to her other leg, running his hands from her ankle to her knee and back again in smooth powerful strokes. She stretched luxuriously and licked her lips to prevent herself moaning out loud. The sensual nature of his touch increased tenfold when his shifted his attention to above her knees and she quickly looked around to see where the other guys were. They were lined up along the cliff to her right, talking softly among themselves as they pointed their cameras out at the vista in front of them.
Cara wriggled under Phil’s knowing hands and allowed her legs to part slightly. Phil swatted her playfully on her upturned rump, not enough to generate a slapping sound to carry to the others, but enough to let her know he’d noticed her unspoken invitation.
“Minx!”
“Tease!”
His hands continued their movements, up and down each leg in turn, only now when they reached toward the top of her thighs they dipped toward the inside slightly, moving to within an inch of her crotch. She couldn’t help another movement, slowly spreading her knees apart, which in turn opened her thighs further. Cara closed her eyes and laid her head back on her arms and let out a soft moan.
Quickly she opened her eyes again, but the guys hadn’t heard her give voice to her pleasure. She knew her panties were soaked inside her shorts. Indeed, she was sure the crotch of her shorts would be dampening too. Phil’s hands always got to her, every time.
“Turn over.” His voice sounded gruff, almost hoarse and knew her open invitation had been seen and although he wouldn’t accept it right there with everyone else around, it had nevertheless turned him on.
She levered herself up on one elbow and looked back at him.
“Turn over.” He repeated himself and Cara completed the turn and lay back down again on the layer of moss covering the sandy patch of soil.
Phil immediately went to work on the front of her legs sending wave after wave of electricity through her nerve endings. When he moved to her upper legs she automatically opened her legs to allow him access to the now taut muscles of her inner thighs. She closed her eyes again as his hands swept to within an inch of her pussy and moaned in almost desperation as they moved back down.
Phil kept working and working on her and Cara could feel her passion rising ever higher. Finally she gasped out, “If you don’t stop soon, I’ll come right here!”
Phil chuckled and Cara suddenly heard several echoing chuckles, realizing the others had returned to within earshot and were obviously watching. She heard a couple of camera shutters click and knew they were capturing the scene for themselves.
“Why don’t you just stretch out, Cara? You look lovely like that.”
Cara opened one eye and caught Phil smiling at her and decided it could do no harm to let him have a few minutes of fun getting her to model for the undergraduates. She lifted her arms slowly into the air then entwined her fingers and brought them down above her head. At the same time she arched her back slightly, pushing her chest into the air and the combination of the two movements caused her shorts to pull tighter into her loins, increasing the pressure on her inflamed labia. Her breathing was quite ragged too; she hadn’t been lying to Phil. If he had kept up the massage for only another minute or so she would have been on the verge of an orgasm. Now, she basked in the warm glow of her arousal from the massage as the four students pointed their camera lens down at her and clicked away.
“You see all around us the haughty grandeur of nature. See the symmetry, see the way natural shapes become straight lines.”
Phil was lecturing so Cara closed her eyes and tried to tune him out, but his next words burned into her.
“Now contrast that with the foreground view. See the gentle curves and angles formed by nature in the shape of the beautiful woman laid out in front of you. See the upward sweep of her breasts from the gentle curve of her stomach, to the way her legs taper down to her trim ankles. Now what we need to do is contrast these inviting curves with the vista over there. Can you think of a way to do that?”
Cara’s eyes flew open when she felt a hand touch her neck and then settle into the v just above the top button of her shirt.
“What…?”
Phil was leaning over her from his position kneeling to one side. Without saying anything, his fingers slipped the button through its buttonhole and her shirt naturally split open further. Not much but enough to show a little cleavage.
“What…? Phil, what are you doing?”
“Shh…”
Before she could bring herself to react, his fingers had moved down to the next button and flicked that open as well. Now her cleavage was definitely on display. She started to bring her hands back from above her head, but Phil moved even quicker and his hand grasped both her wrists and held them flat to the forest floor.
“Shh…”
Cara panted as his hand moved between her breasts, opening each button one after another. She looked around, although the sound of the clicking camera shutters had already told her they weren’t alone. All four of the undergraduates were close, and all were focusing on her as the yellow of her bra came into view. So far she was showing less than she would in a bikini but there would be a line soon, one she didn’t really want to cross. Phil pressed down on her hands and then let go. She recognized the signal from one of their bedroom games; don’t move. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, letting unwanted images play across her closed eyelids. Images of the five men slowly stripping her naked then ravishing her on the soft forest floor. She gasped as a hand gently touched her leg. It couldn’t be Phil’s. Both of his were busy at her waist, undoing the last button and pulling the shirt from the waistband of her shorts. Another hand touched her other leg, but the cameras kept clicking. Another hand brushed against the side of her face as Phil finally pulled the shirt free.
“
Phil…”
“Shh…”
Cara laid still, the arousal from the massage still coursing through her veins as Phil spread the shirt to the sides, completely exposing her filmy yellow bra to the eyes and cameras of everyone else.
“Hmm… Sexy little minx wore her nasty underwear rather than a sports bra. Gentlemen, see the way her skin shades underneath the material. See the way the color change shows through.”
Cara realized he was talking about her nipples, which she’d forgotten would be partially visible through the thin material. Instantly she felt her face heat up from a blush.
“See the way the material rises to a point right here.” His hand traced the contours of her breast and she gasped again as he brushed his thumb lightly over her erect nipple through the fabric.
“Phil… You’d better stop.”
He chuckled and his hands moved away from her chest, only to reappear a couple of seconds later at her waist and the back of his hand brushed her now naked stomach as his fingers toyed with the button at the top of the zip on her shorts.
Cara’s eyes flew open and she started to move her arms to bring her hands down to stop him. Instantly, one of the students on each side grasped an arm each and held them in place, preventing her from stopping Phil from drawing the zip down as well.
“Good girl. Wearing a matching set. See how the colors match the trees. See how the skin tones mimic the browns and russets too.”
Cara could feel her arousal building, the images from before of them ravishing her in the open came back to haunt her and she gasped and then moaned as Phil eased her shorts down over her hips. She realized she’d actually lifted her hips to allow him to draw them down onto her thighs. She heard the guys shuffling around her, to the constant sound of the shutters clicking. One hand gently descended to her breast as Phil continued to draw her shorts down her legs and then off over her boots. As another hand began to fondle her other breast, Cara realized the line she’d imagined not crossing had now been crossed. Her breath sighed in and out in great heaves as Phil worked her boots and then her socks off, leaving her in only her sexy yellow underwear.
Phil continued to work on her feet as the cameras finally stopped. None of the guys were interested in taking pictures now, they wanted their hands on something else, her body, and Cara knew she wanted them there too. The two hands that had held her arms let go of her now, and she didn’t move to bring her arms down to defend herself, knowing she was sending a surrender signal. Knowing this told them she was giving in to their desires. Hands grasped her nipples through her bra, fingers squeezing and pulling on the sensitive nubs. She arched her back and groaned as they switched to cupping and mauling her breasts while other hands continued to stroke her legs and thighs and stomach, all somehow zeroing in on the ultimate prize.
The bra was a front fastener, or as Phil referred to them front-loaders, and it didn’t take long for one of the guys playing with her breasts to realize this. A simple twist of his fingers was enough for the material covering her nipples to suddenly relax and she knew it was now open. A second later she felt the soft flimsy material being drawn to each side as the men worked in concert, baring her breasts to five sets of what were now hungry eyes. Hands immediately fastened on her now naked nipples, again fingers tweaking and pinching them to full hardness as other hands began to tug at the waist band of her yellow panties.
Cara was panting now, striving hard to catch her breath. The sensation of having so many hands touching her at the same time was almost indescribable. Hands stroking, cupping, caressing, fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples while others gently probed elsewhere too. It wasn’t long before it was more than hands as she felt her last vestige of modesty being drawn inexorably down onto her thighs. Mouths captured her two hard nipples, and for the first time in her life she felt two sets of lips sucking on her nipples. Her back arched higher still as she thrust her breasts into their faces, and she let out a squeal of pure pleasure.
“God…”
She was unable to draw a full breath as the sensations continued, even multiplied as fingers began to gently probe at the now naked junction of her legs. She tried to spread her legs but was prevented from doing so by the tight band of her scrunched up panties encircling her thighs. She heard a chuckle she recognized as Phil’s.
“Eager little beaver now, isn’t she?”
The others sounded their agreement as hands now dived for her uncovered and unprotected pussy. She knew her thin strip of pubic hair was clearly visible, and touchable as the probing fingers attested. She knew what they wanted and although there was an element of resistance in her mind, her body was having none of it. Almost of their own accord, and certainly without outside help, she felt her legs moving slowly apart, offering the waiting hands access to her treasured, and by now very wet, slit.
The mouths on her breasts weren’t in any way idle either, licking, and sucking, the teeth nibbling at the hard nubs of her nipples that already seemed like rock to her, yet somehow still expanding as the two guys continued to play with them.
Fingers now reached between her legs, two hands cupping and massaging at the flesh of her inner thighs, one from either side, so obviously two different guys, while a third hand cupped her pussy, slowly exerting pressure against her tender flesh. She spread her legs even wider as the unknown hand continued to manipulate her mound, trailing one finger gently up and down the folds of her slit. Cara moaned as that finger was joined by another, both tracing the opening between her outer labia before gently parting them to allow the tips of his fingers to sink into her, not far, but penetrating all the same.
“What do you want us to do, Cara?”
There was no mockery in Phil’s voice, but a definite hungry tone, as if he too was caught up in the web of her lust. Her hips bucked up against the fingers inside of her, desperately trying to capture more of their length inside of her. The owner of the hand obliged as she looked up at Phil over the heads of the two undergraduates feasting on her breasts.
“You know… God… You know…”
“Say it, Cara. Say it!”
She moaned again as a third finger joined the other two, now knuckle deep inside of her, the hand rotating to accommodate its presence and bringing the guy’s thumb into direct contact with the upper part of her slit, seeking out and quickly finding and then pressing against her clit.
“For God’s sake… Someone fuck meeee!”
Cara heard her own voice echo off the vault of the trees above them, and hoped there was no one else in earshot. Around her, her words caused a storm of motion, with her lying still and untouched in the eye of the hurricane as the men left her alone for a few seconds and concentrated on removing their own clothing. She watched the performance as first one, and then another, and another, until all five rigid cocks were waving above her. It was obvious she was going to be fucked by all of them but she was past caring, indeed tented her knees as one of them dropped to his knees between her spread feet.
The man between her legs didn’t take the proffered access for his cock, instead opting to drop to all fours and bury his face in her mound as the guys on either side of her dropped to their knees and stroked their own erections in alternating short and long strokes. Nobody was holding her arms down anymore so she lowered them herself and reached out blindly for the cocks either side of her head as the guy between her legs extended his tongue and licked up and down her already wet slit.
Her back arched as the sensations ripped through her and she opened her mouth to scream as a fourth guy dropped to his knees above her head and pushed his cock toward her open mouth. The sound of her orgasm was muffled as he pushed his cock between her lips and she angled her head back to provide better access.
The guy lower down moved again, removing his tongue and then his face before shuffling forward. She felt the head of his penis gently nudge against her labia and knew he was about to enter her, to answer her desperate plea of a few minutes earlier and fuck her. She kn
ew none of the guys near her was Phil and in the melee and with her vision blocked by the bodies around, and now on top of her, she couldn’t see him either. She thought she could hear the faint click of a camera and realized why he wasn’t one of those touching her. Even as the prick between her legs found entry and slammed into her vagina, the thought seared through her brain.
The twisted bastard is shooting this! Pervert!
She couldn’t yell out and complain, because her mouth was full of the dick of the guy above her head. The guy between her legs began to saw his cock in and out of her, setting up and maintaining a rhythm that obviously suited him. Without consciously controlling it, her hips began to buck up to meet his inward thrusts as the guys found a use for their hands and started playing with her tender breasts and their even more tender nipples flushed with blood to show her clear arousal.
The cock in her left hand was starting to ooze pre-cum, her fingers getting sticky as they continued to encircle it and pump along its length from base to tip. The one on the other side was throbbing in her hand too, as was the one in her mouth, a position that was getting uncomfortable. It was hard to breathe too, her face almost covered by the belly of the guy above her, while six hands worked on her chest. The feeling of being both suffocated and stuffed was electrifying and she came again as they continued to work on her. The guy inside her was the next, her orgasm, the automatic rippling of the muscles in the walls of her vagina bringing him to and past the point of no return. She felt him fire off inside her, and almost came again from the sensation as he shot her full of his cum. The hot sticky fluid coated the inside of her pussy, mingling with her own copious juices and she loved every second of it.
He pulled out, as did, by some signal she couldn’t see, the guy trying hard to face fuck her, although the angle was wrong. Male hands disengaged from her chest and she gently removed her hands from their cocks and opened her eyes to see hand signals passing between them.
