Bus station
"Forty-minute stop," the driver shouted into the cabin.
"Why so long?" asked the man sitting in the seat in front of me.
"I need to eat," the driver smiled. "You can stretch your legs in the meantime, go over there, there's a little market with local goods, produce from nearby villages. Cottage cheese, apples... Just don't wander off too far, forty minutes max. I'll honk if anything."
The people got off the bus after the driver and headed to the little market for cottage cheese.
I didn't need to go there, but I sure needed to take a piss. I have a weak bladder.
I looked around the deserted station square, but there was no toilet here, just like there were no people. So I went into the bus station building. Among the passengers waiting for their bus, there were only two elderly men and a frightened woman with a little girl. I walked up to the ticket window and looked inside. A huge fat woman was sitting there, glued to her phone.
"Excuse me," I called out, "where's the toilet here?"
The fat woman raised her eyes.
"Ours is broken," she pointed to the door opposite the ticket window. "Either hold it, or go in the bushes, behind the building."
"No way... what the hell?" I was indignant. "Hold it? Forty minutes here, plus another hour and a half to the next stop. I'll piss myself. And the bushes... That's so wild. In plain sight?"
"Woman, what do you want?" the woman snapped back angrily at my complaint. "Your religion doesn't allow pissing in the bushes? I told you: ours got clogged, the bastards. They're supposed to shit there, but they throw tampons..."
She looked at me as if I was the one who threw the tampons, then muttered quietly:
"You all want your conveniences. Comfort! Spoiled brats! Over there," she waved her hand behind the bus station, "there's an old toilet, out of order. No one's gone there in ages. But there's a hole. If you're ashamed of the bushes. You can run over. You're waiting anyway. But..."
She fell silent, thought, and added strangely:
"You there... um... don't pay attention. It's dirty... and... um... Anyway: there and back..."
I was surprised by the woman's mysteriousness, but I had no choice, I couldn't just squat right behind the bus where passengers were still sitting.
The old toilet was indeed not far, about fifty meters away, around a bend, sheltered by trees. A typical public toilet, of which there were many in Soviet times, at every station. Boys on the left, girls on the right. You go in, a row of three holes in the floor – that's all the amenities.
Well, I just needed to piss, I didn't need a toilet, or a sink, or a shower. A tissue in hand and off I go. Not my first time, after all.
As I approached the toilet, some sounds put me on alert. Someone was moaning, maybe? Feeling sick, perhaps?
I entered the section with the letter 'Ж' (Women) painted in blue on the wall in front of it.
Quickly hiked up my dress, pulled down my panties, squatted, trying not to step in shit, and with relief let out a long stream. Ooooh... bliss...
Dried my pussy with the tissue, pulled up my panties and was about to leave, but behind the partition the moaning got louder, there was noise, rustling...
My curiosity overcame my fear. I walked to the entrance of the section with the letter 'М' (Men).
I had to turn the corner to see what was inside.
The moan repeated, it was clearly a woman's.
I entered the room with holes in the floor.
On the floor, on all fours, was a naked woman with a huge ass. Around her were five guys, all young and also naked. Clothes hung on several nails sticking out of the wall.
Two guys turned around, saw me, smiled, but didn't move. They just stood there, jerking their hard dicks. The other three were fucking the woman.
"This... this... what?" I asked quietly, surprised at myself for not leaving.
"We're just fucking Verka," one of the guys standing separately replied friendly, a handsome, very tanned guy with white teeth. "Don't worry, it's all consensual."
"Really?" I asked warily.
"Ask her," the second one replied.
I walked in deeper.
Verka couldn't answer yet because one of the guys was fucking her mouth. The woman rolled her eyes and whimpered quietly. She didn't look unhappy or suffering. On the contrary, she was breathing heavily and sweetly, jerking her pussy with one hand, into which another dick was rhythmically thrusting, and with the other – she was jerking off a third guy, who had rolled his eyes back.
"Seems like it really is consensual," I smiled at the guy.
He nodded, came over to me.
"Got a smoke?" he asked.
"I didn't bring any," I replied, "no pockets in the dress."
"Ah," the guy drawled disappointedly. "You from the passing bus?"
"Yeah."
"To piss?"
"Yep."
"Right, the station toilet got fucked up by women's tampons," he laughed. "Piss here. We won't touch you. Gotta finish with Verka here... Insatiable bitch! A couple of dicks each – that's her minimum. And she's still not satisfied."
He wasn't at all embarrassed by his nudity and generally looked relaxed.
"I always want a smoke after fucking. But today I forgot. And the guys don't have any..."
"Is this a branch of a brothel?" I laughed.
"Sort of," the guy replied. "Verka waits by the clock. Lives nearby, comes regularly. At eight in the morning, at three in the afternoon, and now, at half past six. We're just coming from college. We drop by sometimes. There's few of us today, five. Usually ten or twelve. Girls too, by the way, Verka licks pussy too, she doesn't give a fuck. She's nuts. Many people come here... Gonna piss? You can do it on Verka, for a laugh."
"Nah, I already did," I laughed. "Almost pissed myself."
"Got it," the guy nodded. "And women drive me crazy – fuck. Why – I have no fucking clue. Maybe it's weird that you don't have a dick?"
"What about you, already stuck it in Verka? Or haven't had a turn yet?"
"Nah, threw in a stick, threw in a stick," he said seriously. "But need another go. Feel like there's seed left in the balls. Now, Pakhom will fuck her pussy, then Kolyan, but he's going for the ass, and then me. I want the ass too."
At that moment, Pakhom cried out and started moving his hips like a machine gun. Verka released the head from her mouth, collapsed with her naked breasts onto the shit-smeared floor, convulsing:
"Come on, sweetie, come on, fuck my mouth. Fuck Vera, you fucking bitch!!!"
Pakhom thrust his shaft as deep as possible, the woman froze, taking the seed in her pussy, moaning.
Pakhom pulled out his dick, and from the huge red pussy with lips like rags, semen flowed onto the dirty floor. Pakhom stepped back, and his place was immediately taken by the guy Verka had been jerking off.
I got a better look at Verka. The woman was young and even pretty, with beautiful blonde hair. If I had seen her in a different setting, I would never have believed she could be standing almost knee-deep in dried shit and getting fucked in every hole.
"Yes, yesss..." she moaned when Pakhom's replacement forcefully inserted his cock into her ass, "oh, fuck, guys, fuck this slut, this fucking whore, stretch my cunt over your balls, dammit!!!"
She didn't get to say anything else because she took a dick in her throat and started actively and greedily sucking.
I carefully placed my palm on the dick of the guy standing next to me, he glanced at me but said nothing. I moved the foreskin, he moaned quietly and started twitching slightly when I touched the frenulum.
I started jerking him off. The dick was quite big, handsome, and even before my touch seemed tense. After a few stroking movements, it was standing nice and hard.
"Why do you need this slut?" I laughed quietly, squatted down in front of him, rolled up my hem so it wouldn't get dirty in the shit, and swallowed the head, trying to take it deep into my throat.
"Yesss..." he either replied or just caught the bliss.
I moved my head actively, taking his cock deep into my throat. The smell of shit, piss, sweat, and semen hit my nose. My head spun, I looked at myself from the outside.
I realized I had been aroused and wet for a while now.
A crowd of guys fucking a bitch standing in shit, and I'm sucking off one of her fuckers.
I suddenly understood her. Felt her state of degradation. Put myself in her place and was swept by a sweet wave of burning shame, disgrace, humiliation... I didn't give a damn about this sharp smell of all kinds of filth, about someone's shit on my own skin... I wanted to be despised, spat in the mouth, pissed on and fucked, fucked, fucked...
The guy came quickly. I swallowed, opened my mouth, showing him I took all the seed, kissed the cock.
He patted my head like a dog.
I stood up, glanced at my watch, hurried:
"Boys, I'll be coming back in three days. I'll be here at 16:40. Got the hint???"
They all turned to me and gave me thumbs up.
So, they got it!