Once upon a time on a journey
I want to tell you a story that happened to me many years ago. Back then, Crimea was still so desired by all vacationers, its health resorts and sanatoriums were thriving, and the holiday bases were packed full during the summer season.
That summer, my husband finally managed to get a vacation and took me and our son to a departmental boarding house in Alushta, which was right by the seashore and was one of the best at the time.
We had been sunbathing and swimming for a week when my husband got a call from an old school friend who invited him to visit somewhere near Simferopol. We decided to go because we loved traveling around Crimea by car, and the monotonous stay on the beach
had already tired us out a bit.I must say straight out that any kind of overnight stays in a tent, under the open sky, mosquitoes and other insects, a toilet under the stars always horrified me. My husband knew this well and asked me to find a compromise because he wanted to give our son maximum pleasure from our vacation (due to work, they didn't see each other much, and it saddened both of them). I love our boy very much and understand Igor, as such a vacation was very much to his liking. And I found a way out. We decided that tomorrow morning everyone except me would set off on a trip in our car, and I would return to Alushta by bus and spend three blissful days with spa treatments and a rest from them.
The sundress was so light that if I hadn't seen my reflection in the mirror, I would have thought I was completely naked. In the mirror, a wildly sexy and attractive young woman with green eyes and gorgeous chestnut hair was looking back at me. It seemed to me that the sundress was a bit see-through, but that didn't scare me; I was wearing little white lace thongs and felt very comfortable. I bought this wonder and immediately changed into it, putting my shorts and T-shirt in my bag. I also had to take off my bra; it looked ugly peeking out from under the sundress, and I decided I could go without it. In this elated state, I decided to stop for a coffee and then head to the bus station.
It was about nine in the evening, but the bus station was packed. Everyone was rushing somewhere, bustling, making noise, the din was something else... With difficulty, I found the direction I needed and learned to my great disappointment that all the buses to Alushta for today had already finished, and the next one would only be at 6 a.m.
I didn't know what to do, would I really have to spend the night at the station?! For about an hour, I looked for any kind of transport going to Alushta, but it was all in vain; there was some local holiday and everyone was relaxing. And then, off to the side of the station, I saw some bus where people were starting to board intensively. I went over and asked where it was going and heard with joy that it went to Alushta, but with stops in a number of local settlements, that the fare was double and the travel time was over 3 hours. I didn't care and quickly squeezed into it, afraid I wouldn't get on due to the number of people wanting to go. All the seats were already taken, and the spaces nearby were packed with bags and baskets. I settled at the back of the bus, in the very corner, turning my back to the aisle and my face to the window, gripping two handrails that met at a right angle. Some tourists kept boarding behind me for a long time, a mountain of backpacks grew near me, but I no longer paid attention to the bustle, closing my eyes and waiting for departure. Laughter, jokes, and conversations could be heard all around; many people had crammed in, I was tightly squeezed into the corner so I couldn't move.
Finally, the bus started moving and everyone sighed with relief; it became a little easier to breathe. It was already getting dark, the bus was in semi-darkness, and I admired the setting sun casting its glow on the hills and trees. The view was stunning, and I again immersed myself in a world of daydreams and fantasies. Sometimes I like to indulge in erotic fantasies, making up all sorts of incredible stories in my head to pass the time on the road. I was very lucky with my husband; he was not only kind and caring but also a magnificent lover, tender, affectionate, and inventive. We came up with different games and brought them to life, and recently we decided to try sex with another couple we had known and respected for a long time; it was they who suggested it because they had long practiced swinging. Everything turned out simply magnificent; they were very uninhibited and loving, and we all heartily enjoyed the new experiences. Anton and Olga had been married for over 10 years, but even before marriage, just being a couple, they had practiced such meetings.
Anton was magnificent, tall, slender, tanned; it was the height of bliss to caress his firm body. Olga, not tall with small, pert breasts, was just a Thumbelina next to him; her round, smooth thighs with satiny skin were incredibly arousing; Igor simply couldn't tear himself away from her bud between her legs. It was the first time I had caressed a woman, and I liked it. And that scene when she was riding her husband, and mine was sliding his cock between her buttocks, was simply mesmerizing. I had never witnessed double penetration firsthand. I don't really like anal sex myself, but seeing this act from the side, it's something...
The bus jolted over a pothole and I snapped out of it. From the memories, my whole body filled with languor, my nipples became hard and sensitive, and since my breasts were pressed against the handrail, my nipples rubbed against it, causing a wave of uncontrollable arousal. I felt warmth between my legs. Several days of abstinence were affecting my body with incredible sexual longing. Our bus stopped very often, some people got off, others got on, but I didn't notice anything, being in complete euphoria from the memories. It was so exciting to see my husband caressing another woman right before my eyes. When he glanced at me, I read love and gratitude for such a gift in his eyes. Here, Olga knelt down and began to caress my husband's cock, deeply swallowing it; here, he took her head in his hands and began to intensely pull her mouth onto his cock, fucking her throat deeply. Anton came up behind me, and his hands slid over my nipples, his palms squeezed my breasts, and he loudly panted with arousal. "Your breasts drive me crazy, darling, they are magnificent," he whispered in my ear. Here, his cock, without any shyness, thrust into me from behind, so big and long, even standing, it reached my deepest parts. Igor was selflessly fucking Olga's mouth and intently watching as Anton stretched me from behind, and cries of pleasure escaped my throat.
The memories threw me into a fever again, and a quiet moan inadvertently escaped my lips. My hands gripped the handrail, my breathing was ragged. I came to my senses and only then noticed that I was tightly pressed against the handrails, and my breasts were resting against male hands that had clamped me like pincers in the corner. Near my ear, I caught ragged breathing, and something hard and hot was pressing into my buttock. For a moment, I gave in to panic and tried to jerk away to distance myself, but it proved impossible. The bus was again packed with people, and the man behind me, with his body and the ring of his strong arms, seemed to shield me from them, trying to hold back the pressure. Since the lighting in the bus was dim, I couldn't make out his reflection in the glass, but judging by the silhouette, he was taller than me (and I was 175 cm tall, plus 5 cm heels). His hands were strong with long fingers and well-groomed nails, which calmed me down a bit. It seemed to me that a man with such hands couldn't be rude and insolent.
As if in response to my thoughts, the man very lightly, barely touching, ran his thumb over my arm, as if calming me. I no longer felt fear; on the contrary, from his touch, my languor intensified. I became curious about what would happen next; I was sure the stranger was experiencing strong arousal from being pressed against me. Slightly turning my head, I caught a pleasant scent of cologne, a mix of citrus, freshness, and spice. The bus jolted over a bump, and my breasts rubbed against the stranger's hands, as if inviting action. The reaction was immediate; the fingers of his hands opened, and my breast simply lay in his palms along with the handrails. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't. The light fabric of the sundress was no barrier for him; his fingers easily and gently began to caress my nipples, which had become sharp and hard, wandering around and playing with them. I closed my eyes and completely surrendered to my sensations; they were so sharp that everything around me disappeared. When he slightly squeezed my nipple with his fingers, my legs buckled; I probably would have fallen if he hadn't wrapped one arm around my waist and pressed me against his torso.
I felt his tender lips on my neck, his tongue touched my ear, and his teeth lightly bit the lobe. "You smell nice, princess," he whispered. The incredible pleasure that overwhelmed me paralyzed my will. I stood motionless, gripping the handrail tightly and barely holding back moans of pleasure. His hands were already boldly caressing my breasts, now firmly squeezing one, now the other, and his aroused cock pressed between my buttocks, striving for my depths. I was so aroused that I didn't pay attention to what was happening around me; I had no mind for it, but nevertheless, the bus was gradually emptying. It was already free behind me, and there was no need to press against me, but the stranger didn't let me go, continuing to shield me from prying eyes with his body, doing with me what he wanted.
Every touch of his drove me crazy; I burned with desire and craved his caresses no less than he did. One of his hands continued to knead my breasts, and the other was already caressing my stomach, going lower and lower. Here, his fingers were on my pubis and squeezed it; I almost screamed from acute pleasure... Without thinking long, his hand dived under the skirt and, running up my thigh, touched the narrow strip of the thong. The fingers began to caress the flesh under the lace, now going down, now rising up again, and then they dived under the fabric and authoritatively parted my labia, began to caress my clit and perineum, pressing more and more each time, even slightly roughly, as an owner takes his possession. I was no longer thinking clearly, only living by sensations. And when his fingers sharply and deeply plunged into me, driving me to frenzy, I cried out loudly and protractedly... But not a single sound escaped me because he covered my mouth with his other hand in time. He inserted three fingers into me at once and began to fuck me intensely with them, bringing the pace to a furious one.
And then something happened that I could never have expected on a bus; he removed his hand, slightly moved away from me, and then I felt his hot cock behind me under my dress; he pressed it between my buttocks, began to caress me with it, teasing, slightly inserting and then pulling out again. I could no longer bear it, burning with only one desire to feel him, and then, once again, he suddenly, sharply, like a butterfly on a pin, impaled me on his cock, which turned out to be big and thick. It was so strong and sharp that my mouth was covered again, and only my hoarse moaning came through his palm. He impaled me on himself in time with the swaying of the bus, holding my hips firmly, and then slightly stepped back and bent me forward so that my face pressed against the glass, spread my buttocks wider, and simultaneously with his cock, inserted his finger into my anal opening. I jerked, wanting to pull away, but he didn't allow it, firmly pressing me against the handrails and only penetrating deeper into my rear.
He covered my mouth again, and his cock came out of me to press against my ass. His hands began to caress my clit and breasts, pinching my nipples, and I again rose to the peak of bliss. He caressed my clit so skillfully that I forgot about everything in the world, and then he thrust sharply and deeply, entering me right in the ass. For a few minutes, he didn't move, letting me get used to it, and then, caressing my breasts, he slipped the straps off my shoulders and released them. So firmly squeezing my bare tits, he pulled my ass onto his cock, and I could do nothing but sob with pleasure and submit to him.
He fucked me for about 10 minutes without stopping when something unexpected happened; he moved back slightly with me, and before me appeared a sturdy, handsome guy about my height who was smiling at me and staring at my exposed breasts. I didn't have time to say anything before he began to knead my breasts and kiss me on the lips. The cock in my ass began its movement again, and I heard my stranger from behind say to his friend, "Impale her on a cock from the front, let's show the princess how good she'll feel on two sturdy cocks." I looked dumbfounded at the guy in front, and he had already taken out his hard cock, also not small in size, stroked it before my eyes, and with the words, "Do you want it?!" lifted the hem of my dress, began to grope me between my legs, play with my clit, and insert his fingers inside. When I wanted to protest his behavior, he, without further ado, took his cock and pressed it between my legs.
Since my stranger was fucking me from behind, I had nowhere to retreat, and when he, smiling and playing with my nipples, thrust sharply forward, his cock plunged into me to the very base. I would have squealed if my mouth hadn't been covered by a hand. The insolent guy pulled out his cock and again sharply drove it into me, then again and again, until he literally began to pound me, forcefully breaking inside. While the insolent guy was sharply pulling me from the front, my stranger stood calmly without moving, his cock deep inside me. Then both cocks came out of me and immediately with force crashed into me again. I was impaled on two cocks at once and, held by the ass, was moved back and forth, being put on one cock, then the other. But when they simultaneously and sharply began to pound me with their cocks, meeting each other, I blacked out. Losing track of time, I only remember how they changed, turning me, now one had me in the ass, now the other, then three more came. They leaned my ass against the back of the last seat; there were no strangers left on the bus besides us; they took off my sundress; I was completely naked.
There were five of them, and they took turns approaching me from the front, spreading my thighs, and having me from the front, firmly holding my ass. All their cocks were as if chosen, big and thick. While one fucked me, the others kneaded my body, kissed my lips and breasts deeply, then my stranger (and he was their leader) again inserted his cock into my ass, bent me over, and began to fuck me firmly, while the others took turns inserting their cocks into my mouth and fucking deeply, firmly holding my head. Then my stranger lifted me and, impaling me on his cock from behind, spread my legs wide and invited all who wanted to have me from the front again. Then they again, not one at a time, inserted their cocks into me and fucked, fucked, fucked in turn and kneaded my breasts, inserted their cocks into me, and they bent me over, then impaled me standing, then lifted me in their arms, and all the time on two cocks. Then my stranger sat on a seat, sat me on top, inserting his cock into my vagina, and leaned me towards him. "I want you to insert three more cocks into her, besides mine.
One in the vagina and two in the ass, come on..." I no longer cared; I was so fucked out that probably a bottle would have gone in both my ass and vagina. Then one of the guys came over and inserted his not-small cock next to the stranger's cock into my vagina, and two others tried to insert two cocks into my ass at once. I moaned and screamed, but no one listened to me, and then two cocks entered my ass; I was being had by four cocks from behind at once, and one was fucking my mouth. Now I can say for sure; I was fucked by five men at once, simultaneously. I only came to when it became quiet; it seemed all those who had fucked me had left the bus, except for my stranger. He hugged me and pressed me to himself, stroking my back and kissing my head.
"Thank you, princess, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life. You fulfilled my long-standing dream of carrying out such a group scenario. I couldn't find a suitable woman, beautiful, tender, sexy, and so sensual. Simple fucking hasn't excited me for a long time, and I'm looking for what can excite me. You succeeded; I am overflowing with impressions and emotions; I wasn't mistaken about you when I spotted you at the station. My friends played along with me; don't be afraid, they are not bandits or rapists, all decent people, married and clean in terms of health. Come with me, I want you again, but now we will be alone; my villa is nearby here, I promise to take you to any point in Crimea in the morning, princess."
And I went with him, spent all three days, and then, before my husband's arrival, he drove me to the boarding house, and we never met again. I never told my