So here is the 3rd and final part to this short little tale. I know what you're thinking, "Part 3 is the end!? Already?" Hey, hey it's ok, because it's not really the end! There's more to come to follow this little tale a bit farther, stay tuned!
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(When last we left off...)
Frozen with her small hands at her sides, all three of us stare at each other silently as if no one knows what to do next. It's just then that you start to feel the slightest pressure from my hands at the top of your back attempting to push you down as I was going to before. Horror washes over you at the realization of what I'm proposing. Your body starts to tense up and your hands on the table top lock up in a vain attempt to give me some resistance. To this I simply push harder, forcing you to bend at the waist as you upper body moves down towards the wooden surface.
As you reluctantly start to give in to the strength of my hands on your upper back, your body bends at the waist as you feel the hard edge of the wooden picnic table biting into your hips and stomach as you lean forward. Moving my hands down to the middle of your back, still pushing as you go, your elbows hit the top of the table as your forearms rest stretched out in front of you, your palms flat on the surface and your fingers flattened out. Not pushing you all the way over, but just enough to get a good bend out of your body, your quivering stomach rests on the wooden surface below you, but your full, braless breasts sway under your chest, just above the top of the table. You start to spread your legs to get a better balance under you, but my legs (which are already semi-straddling yours) close in, trapping your legs together tightly like they were when both were resting over my chest and shoulder before this.
The whole time this positioning has taken place, we've all three of us been staring at each other. Her looking at us, you and me at her together. The only difference being how we're looking at each other: Your eyes look at her in an almost pleading, hopeless expression as embarrassment and fear wash over you all at once. Here, in the middle of the night, being bent over this cold picnic table as this young girl watches you. Her look is more of shock and disbelief like she's frozen solid physically while her mind tries to work through what she's witnessing. How unreal it all seems. Like she's watching a movie. Mine to her is an expression of wonder and promise. Almost saying with my eyes; welcome to our world, stay awhile and see what you think of it. Mostly, however, for my mind it's a sense of control. Knowing how embarrassed you are by all this: being caught out in the open, looked at by strangers. And knowing there's nothing you can do about it. This is what I've decided you will do, and you'll do it without question or hesitation. You may have fear, but you also have obedience.
Your fingers grip upwards and almost scratch at the table under you as you feel my hands sliding down your legs and my fingers gripping rightly around the bottom of your skirt. Pulling my crotch away from your ass for a moment, my hands work the material of the skirt up over the round, perfect curves of your ass cheeks, exposing them once again to the cool night air. I push the fabric all the way over your rump and up onto the small of your back, keeping one hand on your lower back, forcing you into place even though we both know you'd stay where I had you no matter what. My other hand reaches down between us, once again taking hold of the middle of my cock (still hard and throbbing at the physical contact and the promise of things to come). I lean in just a bit with my hips, still keeping hold of your legs with my inner thighs, again making your pussy lips overly tight as the opening to your young hole is pushed through your inner thighs behind your back.
Up until this point you've been staring at the girl in the bushes, your mouth hanging slightly open with your eyes almost hazed over, you yourself wondering if this is all some strange, erotic dream...No, suddenly your mouth shoots open in a soundless "O" shape as your eyes snap shut. Moving my body forward, I've just pushed the large head of my cock passed your warm, wet lips and am working, inch by inch, back inside you. I can feel your entire body tense up at the onset of my shaft slipping, almost forcefully, up inside you from behind. I can hear your breathing pick up in quick, shallow gasps while arching your back even more. This whole time I've never taken my eyes off the girl watching us. Her expression has gone from the frozen surprise, to the wide eyed anticipation as she watched me hike up your skirt, to baffled, stunned shock as she watched your body react to what mine was doing to it.
Grunting and breathing heavily through my nose, I arch my back more, pushing forwards with my body as I feel the last inch of exposed cock finally slip all the way inside you, filling you whole with my shaft, as my lower stomach rubs roughly against your ass. Moving behind you as your head jerks back and forth and your arms twitch under you on the table, I start to move out of you slowly, about halfway, then back in again. This time around it's a bit easier since we've already done this once. Despite that, however, your inner walls are still incredibly tight due to how your legs and thighs are being forced together. You inner pussy is still soaking wet from out last encounter, so I slide the shaft in and out a bit faster, sooner than before. Gripping your hips with both hands as I move back and forth, the sounds of my hip-bones and stomach slapping against your naked ass echoes around us in the park area. So much so that the girl watching us takes her eyes off us for the first time since walking up to us, and looks around the darkness to make sure there's no one else within ear shot.
Finally taking my eyes off the girl, I look down at your body as I fuck you faster, pushing your midsection harder into the tables edge. Illuminated by the moon in the sky above us I stare at your heart shaped ass as what little bit of my cock base I can see slips in and out from between your cheeks, the movement becoming one great blur as I speed up. My chest heaves as my heart starts pounding in my own ears, barely able to hear my own deep breathing as I start to grunt with each thrust. The sensation of having already been inside you coupled with the incredible tightness of your hot inner walls gripping my shaft causes ripples of pleasure to shoot down my spine, down my own ass to the base of my ball sack, which is tightening quickly. Looking back over at our lone audience member I see that her hands have finally moved away from her sides: Her left hand is gripping the middle of her tee-shirt just between her breasts, clutching the material of it so that the bottom of the shirt is raised up a bit, exposing her flat, white stomach. Her other hand is lightly touching that bit of skin, her fingers spread out over her flesh as I can just imagine what it must feel like; the butterflies inside bouncing around wildly. Her mouth still hanging open and her eyes still wide as can be.
