Re: What a Time to Recall! by CaughtOfLore & Executionus
Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2025 1:19 am
I think the protections put on were a bit overzealous. But on the flipside, I no longer see hundreds or even dozens of obviously-bot 'guests' so..
Part Five is here at last! This part actually has more content from CaughtOfLore than Part Four did since last part I added a good chunk of content between islands. The majority of Part Five is his original clips that I strung together and adjusted the clips a little bit when he and I agreed on a change that needed made across the part. This part concludes the content that was written directly by CaughtOfLore so future parts will be written entirely by me using the notes and outlines he and I drew up. It will probably take awhile for Part Six to arrive, but Part Five is fun all by itself so I imagine you'll all enjoy it.
PART FIVE
I'm sitting here naked, with my hands pinned and my legs apart, and two boys have been rubbing and teasing my most sensitive regions so mercilessly that my nipples are diamonds and my vulva is a waterfall. This is so unfathomably humiliating on a thousand different levels, but in addition to the blushing and the mortification is this inferno of need burning inside of me. When the boys noticed my soak girlhood and began to ask questions about it, I just did the absolutely unthinkable: I ask Matthew to wipe it clean. Wipe my lower lips clean! I just opened my mouth and told him to touch down there directly using his gloved hand holding a thin cloth. This was the permission he had seemingly been waiting for.
There would be no going back now. The final line was about to be crossed, and I had just requested it myself. God help me.
There was but three seconds of frozen shock on Matthew's face after I said that before his bright-red face mumbled "ok" and lifted his hand off of my pelvis. A split-second later his hand landed directly on top of me, directly on top of IT. My pussy! My vulva! My swollen genitals throbbing with a level of need that far surpassed any benchmark they had ever reached before. A boy has just grabbed me by the pussy with only the world's thinnest glove and cloth between me and his bare hand. A boy that I couldn't help but notice in the moment was kinda cute in his own awkward way. Kinda hot for a younger guy my brother's age. Good looking enough for my body to scream "yes" no matter how desperately my brain was trying to shout "no".
Matthew wiped me upwards, causing me to shiver once again and make some embarrassing and brief odd animal noise. Seeing my dramatic response, he did it again. And again. And again. Each swipe producing a full-body shiver equal to the first one, even as I bite down on my own teeth hard to avoid any more lewd noises. **
Again! And again! And again! Fuuuuck this was killing me, driving me wild. My poker face was broken, shattered harder than a Hollywood window in a barfight scene. I could feel my eyes rolling back. I was breathing exclusively through my mouth. In the entire history of our school, surely no boys had ever witnessed a peer-aged girl this blatantly, grotesquely turned on with every inch of her body now open to their eyes and their hands. I tried to imagine the pornstar display I must have been giving to them both by the time Matthew wiped along my slit for the 10th time in a row. ***
"Ahhhh!" I gasped suddenly, feeling a small-yet-significant change on the 11th wipe: the cloth was missing. Dropped, probably deliberately. Only that glove separated his hand and fingers from skin contact with my desperate anatomy. That glove, that glove half the thickness of a sheet of paper. It might as well not even have been there at all for what little it did to insulate us.
I looked at Matthew. I looked at Ian. Both of them knew exactly what Matthew was doing to me now. They didn't know what a clitoral hood was. They didn't know that vaginas were pink, opened wide, and gushed like a fountain. But this? This they knew. This they recognized. It didn't matter that they were a little younger than me and very naive about many anatomical details, they were plenty old enough and abundantly deviant enough to know what masturbation looked like, and they knew that's what he was doing to me. Worst of all, they could tell that I liked it. Loved it. Needed it.
Desperate for this teasing to advance to some sort of resolution, I lifted my knees a little more so that I could tilt my pelvis forward and allow easier access to my pussy. I was so eager to get his fingers to slip inside my outer layer of lips that any sense of self-preservation I had been trying to keep had been eroded away by my unsated lust. I wanted Matthew’s fingers to roll down into me, wanted to wrap around him and squeeze him. Torturously, every time I angled my needy crotch toward his reach he moved along with me, the flats of his fingers continuing their dance along either side of my clit and lips. Up and down, wiggling around, my pelvis thrusted and bucked without restraint seeking that next level that never seemed to come.**
I couldn’t take it anymore. I groaned and whimpered "Pleeeeeease!". My lip quivered and he looked me in the eye. Permission? He had it. He had it all.
I inhaled sharply as he suddenly closed his fingers on top of me. Matthew then splayed his fingers out wider and attempted to bury them between my legs, resulting in two of them sliding across the inner sides of my lips and opening my pussy obscenely for a moment. I shuddered both visibly and audibly at the feeling of this. Finally! Thank god! **
“Hrrrrh fuck…” I quietly groaned to myself, though I’m positive both boys heard me. Ian was completely frozen in awe, no mockery left...only hormones. Matthew’s eyes were wide and locked with mine. The looks on both of their faces made me lose it even more. Matthew was sliding those fingers along my slit, parting me, threading me. If he thought I was wet before, I could feel down there that I had far surpassed where I was before being wiped the first time. To say the glove was "well-lubricated" would win understatement of the year. I held eye contact with the bringer of my pleasure, Matthew. His eyes...his blush...his grin...everything told me that he approved of my response. Everything told me he loved what he was doing to me.
I wanted his fingers inside me, not just on me, and god damn it I knew that he knew it at this point. I wanted to tell him in a way that would sound enough like innocent cleaning guidance. But now I couldn’t even manage full sentences, let alone verbal subterfuge. All that came out from between my clenched teeth was a desperate, breathy “Please, fuck, please!”.
Somehow he got the message, whispering "ok" before trying to explore around with his hand. He was searching for the way in, touching everything and everywhere on my outer parts. The anticipation of him finding my entrance was murder, seconds felt like hours.
I gasped as his middle finger finally fell where it needed to be! I opened and his fingertip slipped inside of me. I nodded frantically, silently screaming "yes yes yes!" One hour ago the idea of any boy in the world seeing my bare belly button scared me to death with overwhelming embarrassment and shame. One hour later I was inviting a boy I've known for years to plunge his finger deeper inside of me while my brother and possibly others in the cars all around us watch on and watch closely. *
I couldn't look away any more to check who else was watching this sexual display. This blushing face of the cute boy exploring my private depths had the sexiest, hungriest little grin on his face. My eyes moved from his face down to his fingers. I wouldn't miss this for the world. I held a little yelp in my throat as I anticipated what was about to happen.
His middle finger pushed very slowly halfway in, and then he shakily shifted his index finger to join it at the same careful, deliberate speed. He had allowed his hand to fall limp as he no doubt sensed the warmth of my most private parts lightly enveloping the two fingertips. A boy! Has fingers! Inside me! *
For several excruciating seconds nothing happened, his fingertips just resting at my entrance, my lips squeezing them and trying to suck them in the rest of the way. I thought I was going to have to keep driving this thing and almost screamed in shock when Matthew finally regained control, gently starting to slide the two fingers into me the rest of the way. He pushed all the way to the second knuckle! *
I bit my teeth hard to stifle a moan as I felt and watched Matthew’s fingers slowly disappear into me. I gazed in awe, at the connection point between Matthew’s hand and my body. Matthew! The boy I’d known for years as my brother’s best friend! Matthew had his fingers inside of my vagina! **
I think some very similar thoughts must have been going through Matthew’s head too. As I brought my eyes up to nervously meet with his, it was evident he was in shock as he no doubt tried to come to terms with where his fingers were right now; inside the private parts of that girl he knew as his best friend’s sister. Through his stunned gaze, he quietly uttered the words “Oh my god…”
The words sent sparks of pleasure through me, the shame of being reduced to a willing tool for his exploration burned in an intensely arousing way.
His hand position shifted slightly as he explored the warmth of my vagina, and it brought the heel of his palm to rest against my clit hood. I let out another accidental whimper, and his eyes flitted up to my face at the noise. He pressed down firmly over my pubic area with his palm as he proceeded to move his fingers in an undulating motion inside me. My hips began mimicking the movement as I rocked in time with his fingers. *
“Gotta get you nice and clean here…” Matthew managed to say, in the most shaky, nervous voice I’d ever heard. These words were likely for the benefit of not drawing unwanted attention from my mother, and the very idea that we were still somehow holding up this facade as I was quite literally being fingered by my bratty brother’s friend made me blush even harder.
I tried to find words again, and did just as humiliating a job as last time. “Unnnh!” I moaned, reducing it to a whisper as soon as I realized what I was saying wasn’t actual words. The sound was unmistakably sexual, and my mother tried her best not to scowl as she asked me if I was okay.
“Mmm-hmm” I responded, trying to tone down the moan-like nature my vocalizations were beginning to inherently adopt. *
To my shock Ian pointed a finger, guiding Matthew's inexperienced thumb just over my much talked about clitoral hood. Somehow Ian knew I needed that, and instantly Matthew understood. This was clearly all new to both of them, so Matthew's movements inside or out weren’t that of a maestro by any means. Still, the simple fact that it wasn’t my hand and the inherent unpredictability of his motions - just as he began to tentatively move his thumb on my hood - were having the effect of driving me toward a climax much faster than I was used to. Infinitely faster! *
I started breathing more rapidly as I braced for a crescendo, but then Matthew unexpectedly switched back to pressing the heel of his palm against my clit again and making some deliberate strokes inside me. The sudden pressure over my clit at this precipice made the intense tingles hold and I bucked the air in an attempt to increase the friction, to hit a release. They watched my desperation with delight and awe. It was unlikely Matthew realized it, but he had me right there on the brink and wasn’t letting me tip over. **
In his attempt to get a better view between my legs, Ian leaned forward so far that he accidentally released my hand from underneath his butt where it had been pinned for so long. Unable to resist the teasing touches and urges any more, my newly-freed left hand instantly reached up and cupped my right breast. My fingers even began positioning themselves around the areola, readying themselves to give my nipple a much-desired pinch. I had to fight every sense of pent-up need to keep myself from doing it. Regardless, the tentative positioning of my fingertips in their poised-for-pinching state must have been an unexpected and delightful sight for the boys. *
Somewhat hesitant to dissuade me from my skin-on-skin at this juncture, the boys weren’t particularly quick to call me out on this. Watching me physically participate in my own masturbation had to have been a huge bonus for them. Eventually though, Matthew whispered close to my ear.
“Bridget”, he chastised softly but firmly, “You’re not allowed to touch yourself there”.
Fuuuuck! I shivered all over, and excruciatingly visibly, at his words. I was fighting every fiber of my being to not follow through with squeezing and twisting that nipple - letting go would be a monumental task! It was the only thing satiating these feelings right now and keeping me from going crazy. From my other side Ian began to whisper into my other ear.
“Bridget”, he warned, speaking each word that followed into my ear with a slow, authoritative and deliberate enunciation “You’re not allowed to touch your tits”.
I squeezed my eyes shut and failed in holding back a shaky, humiliating whimper, reluctantly but obediently releasing my little breast and looking pathetically into his eyes.
“Fucking….” I whined, before hearing myself squeakily and desperately ask “Can…. Can you do it then?”
Fuck! What? What just came out of my mouth?! I turned the deepest shade of red as I contemplated how each component of my body appeared to be going rogue, bit by bit.
I think both boys stopped breathing for a few seconds, certain they had misheard me. I’ve no doubt in my mind that their words were deliberately charged to do what they had done, but I don’t think either of them realized just how disarming they would be. I must have looked quite the sight. Sweating, panting, shivering and whimpering, skin flushed in a rosy hue of embarrassment from face to chest. And now asking my blushing brother in a clearly humiliated timbre to squeeze my pointy little breast cones. *
“Please…” I whispered, my unfettered desperation never more clear as in that moment. The plea wasn’t even exactly directed at him, rather it was an admission of my need for this moment to progress.
It was clear by Ian’s expression that he couldn’t comprehend why I would be talking or acting like I was. I wish I had an explanation for him, but as I searched for one, all I could think was that I was horny, and desperate to satiate a deep, primal need to get off which with every passing moment outweighed more and more my strong desire to reclaim a semblance of modesty. So, I kept my mouth shut, trying to bury that thought for fear that I might actually say something to that effect out loud.
After being frozen in voyeuristic stupor for several minutes by now, Ian finally realized he was still holding his damn phone absent-mindedly even while Helen was silent. His hands trembled and fumbled as at long last it occurred to the brat that he could just set the phone down in the empty cup holder, freeing up both of his hands in order to attend both needy titties bouncing in front of him. *VIDEO START*
A mere second later I felt Ian's gloved hands latch onto my perky peaks! It was exactly like what had happened an eternity ago during the sensitivity test when Matthew groped and squeezed them both without warning, but this time when Ian did it I was ready for it, expecting it, and literally begged for it.
"Uunmmm" I moaned softly.
Ian squeezed and massaged my breasts. Matthew wiggled his fingers inside of me.
“Unhhh… Uuuuhhhhh” I moaned louder.
Ian's thumbs graced my hypersensitive nipples. Matthew's thumb flicked my bean.
"Uuuhhh...mmmm...uuuuhhhmmmmm" I couldn't stop. too far gone.
“Dude!” Matthew rasped, almost sounding embarrassed on my behalf. “Settle down!”
“Uuuuhhhhh-yyyyyou don’t understaaaaand!” I responded, my breathy groaning tinged with anger. I was fuming that he couldn’t see how much I was trying not to embarrass myself. How hard this fight for self-control was. He was acting like he had never engaged in any level of self-pleasure, and was completely disconnected with how fucking intoxicating this felt. I wanted to shout at him. I wanted him to realize that this particular combination of circumstances had unraveled me in a way that I had no prior training to deal with. That I was in this quicksand too deep before I realized where I was, and that the quicksand was warm and felt really fucking nice, and that even if I could pull myself free now the cold world of reality was not somewhere I wanted to be now. But I couldn’t find words to explain it. And so what came out was:
“Sssssssssoooo goooooooood! So goooood, so-oh-oh-oh guhoooood!”
Panic filled Ian's voice whispered into my ear again. "Quiet before mum hears you!"
He was right. That was the last thing any of us wanted right now. I frantically looked over at Matthew, whispering "cover my mouth!", and looking at his free hand just sitting there doing nothing. He quickly got the hint, muzzling me. Somehow even his hand over my mouth was hot.
I tried so damn hard to keep myself from making noises, but every few seconds, the dam wall would burst again, releasing a fresh stream of repeated expletives and moans, increasing in intensity to match what I was feeling inside.
“Unhh… Fuck fuck jesus Jesus JEEEEESUUUUS!!!!” I yelled into his hand pressed tight, feeling my crotch reaching for the roof of the car as if pulled by a magnetic force. Matthew withdrew his hand between my legs as it happened, to better take in my uncontrollable display of animalistic lust. How...how does he always manage to stop right when I am just 5 damn seconds away from the finish?? He can't possibly be familiar enough with female anatomy to be doing this on purpose. He's just getting extremely lucky...or I'm getting extremely unlucky. Most likely it's both.
This was all too much for me. I’d never had this kind of sexual attention before, so I had no experience with how to resist the urges my body was pulling me toward. Matthew’s fingers slid down into my frontal folds again, and this time rather than rolling my pelvis back and away from him as he approached my vulva, I tilted it upward. Slick with my own juices, Matthew’s index and middle finger suddenly slipped into me all the way, up to the last knuckle. It happened so suddenly and caught both of us by surprise as we gasped in unison.
“Aaah! Aaaaaaah!” I moaned as quietly as I could, which at this juncture would still have been enough to get me removed from a library were it not for his hand on my mouth.
“Whaaa!” Matthew exclaimed under his breath. He stopped frozen for a moment, presumably processing what his fingers had just dropped into. Those fingers only ever went halfway in until now, but suddenly I was filled completely and they could go no further inside. Not one millimeter let outside of me. I went completely silent and my brain was buzzing, seemingly not able to decide what humiliating sound my vocal cords should emit next. Matthew just stared at the juncture where his fingers disappeared into my body. They were as deep in as he could get now, and he was staring down at them almost in disbelief.
“Oh my god… Ohhhh my god…..” He quietly repeated to himself.
I looked at his hand buried between my legs and squeaked a little as I saw the tendons in his hand tense slightly. I could feel the two burrowing fingers slowly moving, very gently getting a feel of the walls of my vagina. Wiggling, flexing, seeking. Matthew’s slow, gentle stroking against the front wall of my insides began to get less timid, shifting and exploring my inner textures. My thighs bounced each time they involuntarily flexed, a reaction to the way his fingers moved and explored unpredictably but with seeming purpose.
“Ah! Hahh!” I huffed, as Matthew slipped his index and middle finger out of me several times, before swapping them out for the new pairing of middle and ring finger, plunging all the way back in without hesitation. I think he had instinctively realized that these two fingers would have slightly better reach. This escalation did not go unnoticed by me one iota. I understood immediately that this was the start of the final lap.
Ian's hands endlessly squeezed and played with my breasts. His thumbs started to rub my nipples and areola in sensual circles over and over again. This little brat can't even use a dishwasher right. How did he learn how to infuse such intense and overpowering pleasure into a girl's puffy nipples? Do boys just unconsciously know how to reduce us girl to quivering, screaming, squirming messes helpless against their touches?? Oh god....
As Matthew nuzzled his fingers back in he discovered a soft, slightly spongier area on my inner wall, and his curious fingers pressed gently into it. Catching us both off guard, my whole body shuddered a little and I felt a sort of warm buzz inside. It was impossible for Matthew to not notice my reaction, and he was obviously eager to pursue it. His fingers rubbed against the spot, releasing pressure on the area as I squeezed my thighs in response. I have no doubt he could feel my legs trembling as they held his arm in place. He looked at me with a sparkle in his eye, almost like he was daring me not to react to what he was about to do.
And then his fingers started moving in a very subtle “come here” motion, no longer exploratively feeling me out, but now rhythmically rolling and undulating against my g-spot.
I was no match for this. He had just stumbled across my complete undoing, and I could see in his eyes that he instinctively understood this, as he watched my thighs tensing up in reaction.
“Oh fuh… OH fuh… OHHH fuuuuhhh…” I gasped out repeatedly into Matthew's left hand as his right hand's fingers teased me closer and closer to….
…Oh my god… he was VERY quickly bringing me toward an orgasm!
Whomp… Whomp…
The waves engulfing my body were building, reaching that delicious intensity that meant only one thing. I pressed myself harder into the heel of Matthew’s hand, grinding my clit against it in an effort to ride one of the next waves to nirvana.
Whhhomp… WWWHHHHHOMMMP…
As the biggest wave yet devoured me, I found the warm, intense pleasure was mixed with a momentary gush of rare lucidity. My face and chest prickled with a thousand tiny pinpricks of embarrassment. They rolled down my front in tandem with the latest wave of pleasure, and my legs went limp at the sheer realization of what I was doing. Matthew had found my rhythm however, and was carrying it on without my need to pilot. I was now being brought to climax whether I wanted it or not.
Rising, rising…
I had to stop him. Stop them! I couldn't let it go this far. I shouldn't have ever let it get this far. I have to stop before it's too late, before I let myself show these boys anything more. They've seen everything, heard everything, touched everything, but there is one last level: The single most humiliating, most private, most sacred, most forbidden action of a helpless hormonal schoolgirl's body.
I twisted my mouth free of Matthew's hand frantically to beg for a last-second mercy that deep inside I knew would never be granted.
“Oh god, no, no, I’m… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” I began breathing, as I approached an imminent and excruciatingly public orgasm.
He sped up. They sped up. Rising, rising...
"Wait! Wait....I'm...I'm....gonna....no....I...can't...." Losing it, losing it rapidly. There was no stopping this. Nothing could stop it now.
“Matthew!” My mother suddenly said with an urgency in her voice that told me she had finally cottoned on what was about to happen here in the back seat.
He didn't stop.
"Ian!" Slight panic in her voice. She has to know what we're doing!
He didn't stop.
“Matthew, move your hand away please dear”. Mum's voice was increasingly urgent, yet oddly calm.
“I can’t,” Matthew said simply, “I’m...trying!” He and I knew that his efforts to pull away were nonexistent. The others surely did too. It was the worst cover story in history. Still, my body really was determined for his hand to be a part of this experience. I squeezed tightly onto his fingers, far tighter than any squeeze either boy had given my breasts today.
My mum then shifted her urgent shouting to me, but by then I was too lost to have any hope of hearing what she was saying. Her words were being completely drowned out, not by any physical sound as I was managing to keep my moans and whimpers to little more than a whisper level. Rather, her words were being drowned out by the warm, pulsating buzzing and thumping of ecstasy gripping every part of me, holding me in its cocoon.
And then, for the first time in my sexual experience, I found myself losing the battle of keeping my pleasure reined in to stifled expressions. Squeaks of vocalization started to eke through as my inner thoughts began fighting over what I was about to allow to happen. What the boys were about to witness and cause. That feeling of hitting the point of no return suddenly filled me. And then, all too quickly, far too overwhelmingly, I was babbling a lust-filled word soup ceaselessly flowing between my breathy moans.
“Mum please…. Tell him… Don’t…. I’m… I can’t… Guh… ! I’m gonnaaaaHAAAAH! Oh GOD! Fuhhhh! BOYS! Don’t look! Don’t look! DON’T LOOK! PLEASE DON’T LOOK! BOYS DON'T LOOK AT MEEEEEHNNNNFFFUHH-HUHH-HUUUCK!”
My vision gave way to seeing spots. My body surrendered to its base, animalistic urge as it uncontrollably tensed and released, tensed and released, over and over. Through the haze of pleasure I could just barely make out Matthew and Ian, watching the absolute living fuck out of what my body was doing. They looked. They never even blinked. They watched it all, no doubt incredibly excited at what they had coaxed and teased my body into doing. I don’t know what anyone else in the car was doing or saying, all I knew was that this was the most intense climax I had experienced up to that point in my life.
And it wasn’t over! Ian had let go of me, but Matthew never stopped or slowed down. Sexy Matthew, pumping rapidly, his thumb rubbing my clitoral hood without a hint of fatigue. I felt the wave rising inside me again, and my legs tried to push their way through the floor of the car as another beam of pleasure pummeled me.
“Haaaaahhhh, HAAAAAAAHHHH, Matthewwww! Oh! Fuck!”
‘Oh Fuck’ was right! I had just moaned Matthew’s name! I was climaxing into his hand, gazing deliriously up at him and now I’d very definitely moaned his name! The wave of pleasure I was in the midst of suddenly intensified with the heat of added embarrassment, and my body shook as I tried unsuccessfully to stop a series of staccato squeals from escaping. The hand that was supposed to be preventing my screaming lewd moans was sitting uselessly on my tummy as my every sound echoed loudly for all to hear.
The strong buzzing I felt from within my body began to subside, and I worked to catch my breath. I thought I was in the clear, but a little “after-tremor” caught me off guard, and I shuddered against the hand Matthew still had between my legs.
Drunk with bliss, eyes slammed shut, I swam in the eternity of this moment. I felt the slow removal of Matthew's fingers from within me. I couldn't move for well over 30 seconds. My face burned like fire as arousal began to be replaced with shame, even as the aftershocks of pleasure flooded me with every heartbeat. My freshly-emptied lady parts pulsed and contracted. I could feel my vagina throbbing dramatically and prayed neither boy was looking closely enough down there to notice the movement.
The car was silent, absolutely silent. No sight, no sound, only the pleasures of my skin and body provided any sensory data for many, many long seconds. Finally, my wits returned, my shame burned, and my formerly-paramount modesty and bashfulness finally kicked out the deviant hormones that steered me to this destination.
I squirmed, stretched, adopted a much more demure posture sitting up straight in my center seat, my legs much less splayed wide, and finally I opened my eyes. Three pairs of unblinking eyes, red faces, and opened mouths awaited me: Ian, Matthew, and my mum who had turned around in her chair to stare directly at me between the seats. I looked through the windshield and saw a large white wooden door in front of it. My garage door!
We were parked in my driveway and had clearly been parked with the car off long enough for not only the horny brat boys to witness my explicit duo of screaming orgasms in crystal clarity, but my mum had the best seat in the house since she was staring directly between my legs in front of me just 3 feet away.
FUUUUUCK ME!!!! *VIDEO END*
