This incredible tour

My friends and I were celebrating our favorite Dynamo's victory at the Zodiak beer bar, and as always after football, we started talking about women. I had just remembered a story from my wonderful friend Sveta Alekseeva about a trip to Baku and got a bit carried away explaining to my friends how amazing Sveta is. Kostya even gently interrupted me, saying I'd promised to tell about the excursion, but here I was praising the beauty Sveta.

— Kostya, you just don't get it! The flexible figure of a gymnast, firm, sweet all over, you hug her and go crazy from her wonderful scent of a young girl. And how her delicious, firm buttocks bounce—you could go mad with desire! And on top of that, she's smart,

an excellent student, well-read, and in bed, she has no equal in the whole university. Alright, your eyes are already gleaming, I'll tell you about that trip to Baku. The story, naturally, is from her perspective...

... — After finishing a tough exam session, all the first and second-year students of our glorious university went on an excursion to Baku; they booked an entire train for us. And the girls there, 18 and 19 years old, from Berdyansk, Zaporizhzhia, Kherson, Poltava—just peaches, as our guys said. But in Baku at that time, due to the oil boom, many workers had flooded in, and there were three times more hot Caucasian men than women. So our train arrives at the station, we look out the windows—holy shit!

Full of police, they've completely surrounded our entire train, there are even soldiers with machine guns, police with huge batons in their hands. And all around—crowds of mustached men in caps! All the cap-wearers are trembling with excitement, and then our beauty Vika jumps out onto the platform in her super-mini, and then our group leader Tanya, displaying her full legs, exposed by an equally short skirt. And I'm with them, and then a breeze blows and hikes my skirt up above my waist, showing them my new lace panties—all these Azeris immediately bristled their mustaches and yelled "Vakh-vakh! Girl, come here!"

The policemen literally shoved us back into the carriage and announced to everyone to close the curtains, not go out onto the platform, not wander off during the excursion, you could get kidnapped. There are few women in Baku, the oil workers have a lot of money, and passion and hot desire even more, a whole Caspian Sea's worth. Especially since you're all "giaours and giaouresses," they might kidnap a girl or even a guy. And this blonde girl is beautiful, he pointed at Vika, her white skin and white hair could drive our men to complete frenzy! And this short girl will definitely be kidnapped, she looks a bit like an Azerbaijani, dark eyes, the figure of a young goddess, very beautiful, so be careful!

We laughed, of course, but we did just that—God protects those who protect themselves, as they say. Especially since it was just a different world here! On excursions, we stood in a tight group, then straight onto the bus, surrounded by excited cap-wearers, twitching their mustaches like hungry cockroaches, so we viewed the "26 Baku Commissars" stele from afar, the Maiden Tower from a hundred meters away.

We all had dinner in the compartment and at the restaurant, but in the evening, the restless Vika, of course, got into an adventure. She later told me in secret, after drinking two full glasses of wine. Here's what happened to her...

Ate and drank her fill, as Sveta joked, and in the evening, you need to go to the toilet. Well, I was the last one, and then Sveta shoved a couple of napkins at me, swiped from the restaurant—toilet paper was hard to get then—Tanya is reading a book, sticking out her fat ass. In our compartment was my classmate Zheka, and he kept turning away from Tanya's charms, clearly spaced out, but he kept staring at Sveta's figure, and she just loved to wiggle her butt, and even started doing stretches, saying she really needed to, and Zheka almost came in his pants, not taking his eyes off Sveta's chest and figure. She's not tall, but everything is wonderfully placed on her—a firm butt of perfect shape, which her tight shorts or very short skirt don't hide at all, her breasts almost pop out of her T-shirt with a deep neckline, and her legs—just super. Anyway, I'll go to the toilet, going before bed is a sacred duty.

I had just closed the door and, after sitting on the toilet in an eagle pose for a bit, got off, wiped my butt and pussy, bent over—wanted to pull up my panties, and then turn off the light, when I suddenly gasped loudly—I was caught in the trap of steel hands. A train passed on the neighboring track and I didn't hear in the noise how two flexible shadows slipped through the open toilet window. Yes, there's some man, definitely, you can immediately smell the sharp, pungent smell of male sweat, I'm standing in a crouch, holding my panties with my hands, but can't pull them up—someone is pressing on my back, not letting me straighten up. I wanted to scream and immediately choked—a thick dick deftly and brazenly shoved into my mouth. As I understood—one is holding me from behind, and the second is standing in front and is already spaced out from his "fatty" being in my mouth, moaning sweetly. And then another big hello—the finger of the second one, clearly lubricated with something, went into my butt, twisted around there, came out, and a second later it was replaced by a hot-as-fire male member. Good thing I often give my boyfriend blowjobs and sometimes let him in the butt—we're already 19, after all, so "it's time, brother, it's time," as the song goes, and it wasn't very painful for me now.

And I was even lucky, if you can put it that way—the rear guy's dick was long but not very thick, and I soon even started getting a little pleasure when the head of his incredibly hot member touched the walls of my rectum. And then the front one started moaning and came violently, and since he was holding me by the hair, I had to, whether I wanted to or not, swallow the thick stream of male protein, and so much of it, filled my stomach full. Well, okay, I'll digest it somehow, but the rear one, moaning loudly and finishing, started lamenting: "Vakh-vakh, how good, what a sweet and tasty butt," still continuing his thrusts. I was already afraid to scream, the men were clearly wildly excited, I'll endure it, whatever.

The rear one finally finished and slowly pulled out his member, sat on the toilet seat, and was immediately replaced by the second one—good thing the previous one "loosened" my butt and lubricated it in advance—the second one's dick was bigger. I'm standing in semi-darkness, they turned off the light, leaning my hands on the knees of the one sitting on the toilet, he's kneading my breasts, and the second one behind me is moaning and groaning and also lamenting:

— Vai, how good! Not for nothing did we crawl on the carriage roof, and here the window in the toilet is open, vakh, how lucky we are, such a sweet girl...

But this one finished too, I had to stuff a napkin between my buttocks, because semen started leaking from my tight hole, which had clearly become not so tight anymore—they probably poured a whole bucket. Then some rustling and a hand in my bra. Didn't understand, are they giving me money now, or what?

I opened the door, blinked at the light from the darkness, and then Tanka comes flying, wiggling her fat ass all down the corridor, and laughs:

— Vika, do you keep your money in your bra? Clever you... — and slipped into the toilet. A light scuffle and silence.

I listened, very quietly, then moans, sweet moans of pleasure, muffled by the closed door, smacking sounds, and then Tanka's feverish whisper:

— I won't scream, just not in the butt, I'm not a little girl, and better to come in the mouth, oh, not in the butt, I won't scream, oh, why in the butt, — and then quiet mooing and sweet moans again...

Half an hour later, Tanka came back too, rubbing her butt through her dress, from the neckline you can see some money sticking out of her bra, it's all clear! So they went in her butt too, Azerbaijanis adore anal sex, as our older friends told us. And she taunts, like, Svetka, you can go to the toilet too, it's free. Vika and I already...

Then I climbed down from the second bunk and, putting on slippers, went to the toilet, in case I get the urge in the middle of the night. I go in, turn on the light—a Repin painting "We've arrived." One guy is washing his deflated dick under the tap, and the second is climbing out the open window, only his shoes are visible. And immediately the door was slammed shut, the light turned off, the Caucasian sat on the toilet and pulled me to him. His dick immediately stood "at attention," and just as I wanted to scream, it was in my mouth. I lean my elbows on his legs, assessing the situation—seems not so scary, his dick is clean, a blowjob is no problem for me, I've been living with my boyfriend for six months, I'm used to the taste of semen and have swallowed plenty of it—guys just adore blowjobs. The main thing here is that he doesn't "enter" me, I don't need to get knocked up or lose the virginity of my butt. I categorically refuse my current boyfriend and previous boyfriends/lovers regarding my butt, I even often joked with the girls in the room, especially when we argued about anything: "Girls, I swear on the virginity of my sweet butt!"

And then I realized—my fingers are near this rapist's pocket and I feel money sticking out of it. I wiggled my butt a little, ran my tongue over the head of his dick, the guy moaned, leaned to the right, and I deftly, surprising myself, pulled out a hefty wad of cash from his pocket. But then this "eagle" finished, there was very little semen, now it dawned on me—my girlfriends here got caught and got sex in full. Well, and already received the main part of their semen into themselves—both in the mouth and in the butt. Standing up straight, I lifted my skirt from behind and stuffed the money into my panties. The guy unexpectedly kissed me on the cheeks and said earnestly:

— Vakh, jan, you are the coolest. Such a blowjob I have never received before! Thank you, dear girl-jan! Thank you! Too bad, I have no strength left at all, you have such a firm butt, vakh-vakh! How I wanted your sweet butt, vakh-vakh... Go, jan, you are a fairy tale...

A couple of seconds later I was in the compartment, managing to see how this "happy" one climbs out the window onto the carriage roof. Clearly his shoes clattered across the roof. I carefully took the money out of my panties and hid it in my purse. Even though it wasn't entirely pleasant and somewhere in my soul cats were scratching a bit, but it seems nothing terrible, look, the girls are sitting and not whining, only Tanka keeps rubbing her fat butt, even tried to discreetly lubricate it with baby cream, just can't calm down.

But since that's the case, I took out the "hidden" bottle of wonderful "Black Eyes" wine, bought in Krasnodar, and we drank it up briskly. And at night, drunk Tatka climbed into Zheka's bunk and soon moaned quietly, letting him into her fat butt, as she later joked—for control. Well, and when Zheka came back from the toilet, having washed his "eagle" there, Vika dragged him to her and, spreading her long legs, gave the stunned guy in missionary position; she later explained to us that she didn't come that way, but her stomach and breasts already hurt. Soon she started moaning loudly and sweetly and writhed in the wonderful languor of a violent orgasm, starting to buck wildly under Zheka. Zheka also came in her butt, as Vika later joked—her stomach was packed full. We laughed so hard in our room upon returning to the university dorm, remembering this trip.

And I, so as not to fall behind the company, later gave a great blowjob to the already completely stunned handsome guy. That's when he even poured us glasses of wine, taking out his own bottle, we drank, and Zheka gave a speech:

— My dear beautiful classmates! I am simply happy to have ended up in the same compartment with you. You are the most beautiful, the smartest, the coolest, the sweetest girls in our university. And, as a decent man, I responsibly declare that I am ready, and with pleasure, to marry the one who agrees to marry me, I will never find anyone better than you! I await your decision, my dear and wonderful classmates! I'll add—with each of you, I received incredible pleasure, but... no offense, dear Vika, I'm just crazy about you, how amazing it was for me...

Since I was planning to marry my Vovka, and Tanya seemed to have already snagged Igor, soon Vika and Zheka submitted their application.

Well, and this incredible excursion to the glorious city of Baku was remembered by me for a very long time! And that guy's money came in very handy for a modest student organizing my wedding!