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(MMF, nc, rp, mast, anal) *** Her college friend had left earlier that morning, but Chelsea Walker's flight was not until the next day so she spent her last day alone on one of the tropical island's more secluded beaches. She was more than ready for a nice dinner and a bottle of wine at her hotel before packing and getting up at an ungodly hour for the flight home. And now, she feared she had left her departure from the beach minutes too late. The bus was pulling away in a belching cloud of smelly black diesel smoke. Chelsea ran as quickly as she could struggling to keep the beach bag on her shoulder and her long blonde hair was streaming behind her. She knew that it was the last public bus going back to the resort area for the evening. If she missed it, she wasn't sure how she was going make it back. She cursed herself for being so stupid. Much of the thirty miles was on a sparsely populated and almost deserted road. Taxis seemed non-existent. She nearly gave up when she saw that the bus was already jammed full of local people and a few tourists. There were even three standing on the narrow back bumper of the bus, hanging on through the missing rear window. One of the men seeing her slow, waved at her frantically to hurry. Taking a deep breath, she did with her flowered blue sundress hiking up above her knees. Bystanders cheered her on as she ran by, her tanned legs pumping. With the lower gears grinding, the bus was still trying to pick up speed with its tired engine and heavy load. Chelsea reached the back bumper wondering what to do next. Two of the men leaned down to help. She raised both hands and they gripped her by the wrists. With a mighty pull and her eyes wide open with almost terror, Chelsea sailed up between them. Her sandals scrambled for grip on the narrow bumper and with her arms flailing, she reached high above her to the missing rear window's centre post for support. She couldn't believe she had done it! Still gasping for breath and hanging on for dear life, she couldn't help but smile to each of the local men for helping her. Now could she last for the entire bumpy bus ride was her next concern. She had to stand on her tiptoes, fully stretched just to hang on to centre post and balance on the bumper. The younger dark skinned man to her right was supporting her high on the back with one hand as he smiled down at her. He had lovely white teeth, she thought. The older man to her left, who looked rather sullen, was about the same height as her, but he had a firm grip on where a spare tire or something should have been. His free hand supported her in the small of the back and Chelsea felt quite secure, which was a relief as the bus picked up more speed on the gravel road. Chelsea hung onto the centre post a little firmer as they hit several potholes. After ten minutes, she felt alright, although the bus exhaust fumes were making her a little light headed, but it sure beat walking. After a while the men's hands weren't as firm anymore but seemed float across her back ready to catch her if she slipped. The two men conversed over the loud engine noise in a patois that Chelsea couldn't understand, but it seemed good-natured enough, punctuated with laughter. The third man on quick inspection was really just a dark, shy, gangly teenager, who tried to covertly gawk at her, but would look away if she turned her face towards him. She doubted that he was much more than fifteen. She gave him a genuine smile. With her blonde hair, startling blue eyes and lovely face, he thought she was absolutely beautiful. As they swayed with the bus's motion, Chelsea felt the older man's hand slide lower from the small of her back to just above her buttocks. She felt the hand turn sideways and a finger pressing through her sundress into the butt crack. Chelsea froze, not knowing what to do, or say. It seemed to encourage him as he ran his finger up and down the crack. Finally blushing from the intimate contact, she protested quietly, "NO! Please... don't." He ignored her - and she had another problem. The younger man's hand high on her back had found her bra clasp under the sundress, and expertly unsnapped it with one hand through the soft dress material. Chelsea felt her breasts drop from their confinement. With her arms raised above her head to hold on. the bra cups rose high and loose on her chest. In shock, she let go of the central post. If it hadn't been for the two hands behind her, she would have fallen. Chelsea gave a shudder as she quickly restored her grip. The thought of bouncing on the rough gravel road at forty miles per hour terrified her. Still stretched on her tiptoes to hold onto the centre post above her head, Chelsea felt her sundress being hiked up at the back.. The older man grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled up, wedging them between the cheeks of her ass. He kept pulling even as she felt them split the lips of her pussy open. Unconsciously, she stood even higher on her tiptoes and moaned with her ass jutted out to ease the pressure. She felt a tugging on her panties and seconds later the cloth pulled loose from her crack. They had cut the panties in half between her legs so they hung from her waist and no longer covered her pussy or ass. Her mind was spinning. She was in a dangerous physical position if she fell ... and yet she couldn't help feeling suddenly sexually excited. Chelsea wasn't sure if she should be disgusted with herself for feeling this way, or just let it happen and see where it went. A hand between her legs insisted that she spread her legs. Making up her mind, she shuffled her feet apart along the bumper. She moaned as each man in tandem used a hand to pry her ass cheeks open and closed several times. Each time they did it, she felt her slit become moister and more open. She could feel the warm breeze on her vagina and anus. A thick finger and then two began to push into her pussy. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed, as they slid deeper. The younger man was tugging at her erect nipples through the sundress. She turned her face towards him and looked him into his laughing eyes and handsome face. His mouth moved to hers, and he pushed his thick tongue into her open mouth as she moaned when he twisted her nipple harder. Her closed eyes popped open when the other man removed his fingers from her wet pussy and started poking her brownie. Chelsea was surprised that the thick finger slid in so easily. It didn't hurt... already lubricated with her pussy juices, it even started to feel good as the thick dark finger sawed in and out of her white bottom. Once she got over her surprise, she began to gently push back on it. The young teenager watched in confused fascination as the young blonde woman was skewered by a finger up her white ass. Her butt cheeks hunched back and forth. She seemed to be enjoying it and not complaining. The taller man broke the dominating kiss and pulled the sundress up around her hips so that her shapely tanned legs were fully exposed. He brushed the loose panty aside and ran the palm of his large hand along her shaven pussy. Excited by his find, the younger man told the others that she had no pussy hair. His finger massaged the hood of her clitoris before hooking into her cunt. Now as she thrust her hips forward, his fingers were driven deeper and when she pulled back, the finger in her ass went deeper. "Oh God, what a ride!" she thought. Just the whole situation. Being finger fucked in the ass and her pussy with probably thirty-forty people within feet of them, totally unaware of what was going on. She wondered what the young teenager was thinking. If anybody drove up behind the bus, they would sure get a show. She felt like a wicked slut. At twenty-two, Chelsea had only had three previous partners, and now she was being masturbated in public by two men she didn't even know, while a third person watched. She could feel the beginning of an orgasm building. It felt so naughty, ... so good. She turned her face towards the older man. "Oh please ..." Chelsea almost begged as she bit her bottom lip. She caught sight of the teenager watching her being masturbated by the dark fingers in her white body. She would have smiled at his simmering lust and confusion if she wasn't so damn close to coming. Chelsea was gritting her teeth trying to prolong the sweet agony. The bus was grinding up the only steep hill on the island when Chelsea's body spasmed with an orgasm more sensual than any she could remember in a long time. As her body went rigid, she lost her grip on the central window post and began to fall backwards. It caught the two men by surprise and she dragged them both off the bumper with her. Fortunately, the bus was nearly crawling as they ended up in a heap on the road. But even so, she felt her ankle roll as she staggered and then fell backwards striking her head. The teenager dropped off and ran to where she was sprawled on her back in the middle of the road. He helped her up to a sitting position, taking full liberty of feeling her breasts and admiring her uncovered legs. The two other men swore as they struggled up and brushed themselves off. They saw the bus getting away and began to run after it, but it was too late. It had reached the top and was picking up speed down the other side before they could catch it. With some cursing, they walked back to where Chelsea, holding her head, was being comforted by the teenager. "I'm so sorry," she tried to apologise, realising they were pissed off that they had lost their ride to town. She was worried too! They were still probably about fifteen miles away from town and she had an early flight to catch. Besides a bump on the back of her head, she had definitely a sprained ankle. Now what? The older man, in particular, appeared angry at the prospect of having to walk and would not be mollified by the younger one. Chelsea yelped as he dragged her to her feet. She hopped on one foot to ease the sprained ankle. He hoisted her over his shoulder, his hand running under the sundress and ripped panties against her bare bottom. He carried her off the road, into the wood line and put her down by a fallen log. "Stupid, bitch!" Chelsea was stunned. It was the first time she heard them speak English. He looked both angry and upset as he paced in front of her. "No party in town tonight - so you give us a party instead. Show us your tits, little sister! Take your dress off." This whole thing was going sideways in a hurry. Chelsea was suddenly terrified of the smaller, older man - afraid that he'd hurt her. Tears were forming in her eyes as her hands trembled. Despite shaking her head in silent protest, Chelsea began to undo the buttons on her sundress one by one. Shrugging the dress off her shoulders, it pooled around her feet. Her blue eyes were wide with fear and her blonde hair fell softly on her bare shoulders. Her unfastened bra soon joined the dress on the ground. Her hands crossed as she covered her milky white breasts from view. Tears of fear and humiliation were streaming down her cheeks. "Show us," he demanded, his voice impatient. With her head bowed and unable to look at the leering men, Chelsea's hands dropped to the sides of her trembling body. Her tanned body extenuated the whiteness of her breasts that had been protected from the sun by her bikini. Her nipples were puffy. Except for her ruined panties hanging about her waist and her sandals, she stood naked for their inspection. "Nice pink little titties! Play with them. Make your nipples bigger and harder. If you had bigger tits I would make you lick them yourself." Chelsea did as he commanded, dazed and fearful. She wept harder as her hands cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. They became hard, erect nubs. She gasped as he pulled a small knife from his pocket and stepped towards her. He slid it between her skin and the panty waist band, and quickly cut through it. Her panties dropped away, revealing the smooth, hairless "v" of her white shaved pussy, framed by her tanned legs. Her cunt lips were still slightly swollen from her earlier masturbation. He told her to take off her sandals, which she did reluctantly, realising that she would be unable to run anywhere without them. Chelsea had never stood naked before so many men at once. Even with her few boyfriends, she had been reluctant to flaunt her body around them, or any of their friends. And now these three males were all staring at her nude feminine attributes. She didn't even know their names. All she wanted to do was survive, she told herself, no matter whatever comes. Let them do what they want; get back to the hotel and get off the island. It's only sex, she kept repeating to herself - don't get yourself killed, or hurt. But she couldn't stop looking at the angry older man and the knife in his hand. "Now play with your little titties and put a finger in your cunt" Chelsea looked at him, horrified at what he was asking her to do in front of them. Quietly sobbing, she lowered her head. Slowly, one hand went to the soft squishy groove of her hairless pussy and the other began to fondle a firm breast. She slipped first one finger, and then a second inside her moist vagina. She slowly dragged her fingers inside the pouting lips from the back of her pussy slit until she reached the nub of her clitoris. She flinched each time she flicked over the sensitive button, repeating the movement time after time. Her breathing became ragged and her head started moving up and down in time with her fingers. Her heart was pounding in her chest. When she looked up, she saw that the older man had dropped his trousers. He had no underwear on and his engorged cock was long and narrow. He said nothing; just pointed down at it. Chelsea knew what he wanted. She had fellated her boyfriends before and in truth, had actually enjoyed it sometimes. But with this man, she shuddered. Reluctantly she approached him and sank to her knees between his legs and moved her blonde head forward. She was crying quietly as she opened her mouth slowly and his black cock slid between her soft red lips. He wound his hand in her long blonde hair so that she could not escape the cock in her mouth and began to move his hips, fucking her mouth. "Oh! What a sweet little cocksucker you are! Suck harder," he said harshly as he pushed his long cock deeper. Chelsea obeyed helplessly, a hand coming up to stroke the base of his prick, but also to stop it from going all the way down her throat. Her head bobbed up and down on its hardness. She was really quite good, the older man thought as he thrust his hips forward, making her gag from time to time as she serviced him, but this was not all he wanted. He stepped back and pushed her down on her hands and knees, "I'm going to doggie fuck you like the little white bitch you are." He quickly moved behind her and dropped to his knees. He reached under her and began to knead her swinging white tits, and when he pulled and twisted her swollen nipples, she cried out. He reared back from her and slapped Chelsea's white ass before moving closer behind the sobbing, trembling blonde and with one jagged movement, pushed his stiff narrow prick between the thickened lips of her bald pussy until he was fully sheathed. "This is what you really want," he gasped. Kneeling with her bottom in the air and a cheek resting on her arms flat on the ground, she could see the young teenager massaging his penis through his shorts as she was being fucked in front of them. What a view he and the younger man must have, she thought, as she felt the cock sliding in her pussy. Thank God the older man's cock wasn't too thick - but it was definitely long. He was controlling her hips as he drove into her and she tried to not push back too hard. She could feel it banging against her cervix and it hurt. She yelped from time to time as it hit. She heard him spit and felt a warm glob run down her ass crack. Chelsea gasped loudly as he pushed a dark finger deep into her hole and started to finger fuck her ass deeply and slowly as he still rode her cunt. "No, please," she whimpered, "not again..." While still fucking her pussy, he added a second finger and then spitting again, a third, reaming her ass open without mercy. Pulling his long, hard cock out of her pussy, he placed the head against her asshole. "No! Please! No! Don't hurt me," she begged. Her head snapped up as he drove it into her virgin ass. She had never had a cock there before. Her eyes rolled back; the pain tearing an agonized groan from her. The older man sank his cock until his black pubic hair was scratching against her white ass cheeks. With short and slow movements at first, he began to move it in and out of her asshole. Then with longer strokes, he guided Chelsea's hips back and forth. A hard smack on her buttocks made her ass jerk forward, dragging the hard cock part way out of her hole before he plunged it back in again. This time Chelsea arched her hips and began to hump backwards. She squeezed her eyes shut as she submitted under the heavy weight of the man. She began to sob loudly in time with each stroke of the black cock in her white bottom. As he pulled her head up by the hair, Chelsea could see the young teenager watching her taking it up the ass. He was obviously in distress at her pain. The young man was holding him back. With his hands clenched in small fists, it looked like he wanted to take on the older of the two men in her defence. The anguish on his face was gut wrenching - and he wasn't even the one with a cock driving up the ass. She caught his eye. "No," she mouthed, "no don't." She was relieved that he seemed to understand that she didn't want him to interfere. Not because she was enjoying it, but didn't want him hurt on her behalf. She was still frightened of the knife. The teenager stopped struggling to get free from the younger man, but did not turn away either. Suddenly her body shuddered and went from rigid and tense to soft and pliable. She moaned and her shoulders dropped as she started moving under the older man's direction. It was no longer an agonizing pain. Instead she felt a distinct type of pleasure deep in her ass - nothing like her pussy gave her, but more intensely concentrated. But her main goal as she panted heavily was to make him cum as quickly as possible and end it. She began to hunch frantically back and forth on his cock. At last the older man came with a loud roar. He gripped her hips tight until the last of his cum had been milked by her clutching rectal sheath. He gave her one last smack on her upturned white ass before falling to the side. Picking up her ruined panties, he wiped his cock clean. Pulling up his trousers, he gave the young teenager an evil grin and told him he had given the little white bitch what she had really needed. Chelsea collapsed, flat on the ground, her butt cheeks stinging from the slaps and her ass feeling raw. She was shaking and whimpering after her anal assault; her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her asshole was still open and leaking cum between her thighs. She turned her head and saw that the younger man had stripped off his shirt and shorts. He knelt naked next to her waiting for his turn "Please don't hurt me anymore," she begged as the younger man rolled her over onto her back. "Ssshhh! I'm not going to hurt you. Ssshh! It's going to be alright. I'm going to make you feel better," he said, as he slid between her legs. He started to kiss her tears away and brush her damp hair from her face. He comforted her for several minutes until she had quieted. His warm dark body pressed lightly against hers. He reached down and stroked himself to hardness as he gently sucked on her rosy nipples and planted small light kisses on her neck and cheeks. Chelsea had already resigned herself to being fucked - but she hoped at least it would be her pussy this time. He seemed like he didn't want to hurt her. Would he stop the older man from hurting her again she wondered? She moaned as she felt his thick large cock head pressing against her slit. He didn't try to ram it in, but rather took his time until her pussy began to adjust itself to his thickness. With each mini-thrust, it sank deeper into her moistening pussy sheath, until finally it was all the way home. She could feel his stiff black pubic hair pressing against her smooth shaven white pussy. He paused and smiled down at her. His eyes locked onto hers as he began to hump her slowly. Chelsea soon began to match his movements; her hands clutching to his shoulders tightly. Her legs came up around his waist so he could penetrate her more deeply. "Oh God! Oohh, yes!" she quietly moaned, forgetting about her sore open ass. She was pleasantly surprised that she could feel this good under the circumstance. He began to fuck her a little harder. Her hips were moving with his thrusts. Her legs helped to pull his black cock deeper into her white pussy. Chelsea began writhe under each stroke as his stiff prick pulled at her hard and sensitive button. She was panting and sweating; her blue eyes wide open, but not seeing. She could feel the red flush spreading from her cheeks to her breasts. Her body began to stiffen as she frantically urged him on. "Oh please, don't stop... oh please!" Chelsea had two soft orgasms before he let loose a torrent of hot cum into her pussy. He buried his face in her blonde hair and inhaled her scent as he lay on top of her motionless, sweating body. She sighed exhaustedly and her thighs unclasped from around his black waist to lie spread and relaxed. Her arms had fallen from his shoulders and rested on the ground above her head. They both slowly brought their breathing back under control as she lay under him, still impaled on his softening cock. She looked across at the young teenager and gave him a small smile of reassurance. - that she was alright. She noticed the wet stain on the front of his shorts. Someone had enjoyed it nearly as much as she had. After the young man had finished his kind and gentle fucking, they lay together until the old man angrily pulled him off her. For a moment, Chelsea feared the older man was going to have another turn with her. The two men got quite nasty with each other, pushing and shouting. She thought they were going to fight. In the end, the younger man quickly got dressed and he gave her a look of regret. The two men left her and began walking back in the direction of the beach village they had come from. She looked about. The young teenager had vanished. She hadn't even seen which direction he had gone. She was left alone, laying on her back, naked and suddenly cold, despite the warm evening. There was cum leaking from both her pussy and her ass. Abandoned, Chelsea rolled onto her side, curling into the foetal position and began to softly cry. Finally, she knew she had to do something. She wiped away her tears, got up and tested her ankle. It was slightly swollen and painful. Chelsea only hoped it wasn't broken. She reached into her beach bag for her towel and wiped away the dripping semen from her legs, pussy and ass. For a moment she contemplated putting on her one piece swimsuit, but decided against it. If only she had brought her bikini instead, she could have used the bottoms. She fastened her bra back on and put on her sundress. Her panties were ruined and soiled where the older man had used them to clean his cock and then tossed them aside. She left them laying on the ground as a silent witness to her sexual ravishment. Making sure her small purse and camera were still in with her swimsuit and towel, she hoisted the bag over her shoulder and took a tentative step. She winced and gritted her teeth knowing she had to keep moving. It was probably another three or four miles down the road before she would come to the main highway. With luck she could catch a ride back to town. There weren't any other options. She certainly wasn't going to tell the police anything. She just wanted to catch her flight in the early morning and go home. Her mind kept wandering back over the events as she limped down the road. It was slow going, but the memories dulled the pain slightly. She shocked herself when she realised her hand had slipped between her legs as she hobbled and her finger was gently stroking her clitoral hood through her dress. It felt good and seemed to counteract some of the pain in her ankle. She smiled wistfully, thinking of the young man's tender love making and her gentle orgasms. What a day! What an unforgettable conclusion to her trip! But she could have done without the older man fucking her ass. It was something she wasn't too eager to ever repeat. But I survived, she reminded herself. It took nearly an hour to cover what she thought was a mile or so. At this rate, it would be nearly 11pm before she reached the main road. The flight was a typical package tour 4:30 in the morning. Would she be able to get a vehicle ride to the hotel once she reached the highway? In the distance, she could hear something like a motorbike coming towards her. Unfortunately, it was heading towards the beach rather than towards the highway. In the fading daylight, it suddenly burst around the bend in the road with no lights on and was past her before she could even think of what to do. Her heart dropped at the lost opportunity. But then it stopped, turned around and came back towards her. Chelsea's face crumpled and she nearly cried in relief. It was the young teenager. He had come back looking for her on a small, beaten-up moped. Chelsea held onto him tightly, her head on his shoulder as they drove down the highway. Her blonde hair and sundress were blowing in the breeze. The young teenager knew where the hotel was as they entered the bright lights of the resort town. When they arrived at the front entrance, she swung off the moped carefully and paused for a moment as he looked at her. Giving in to impulse, Chelsea leaned into him and gave him a deep kiss, her tongue pushing into his surprised and unresisting mouth; her hand around the back of his head. She didn't care about the tourists or hotel employees looking at them. Nor did she protest when one dark hand gently cupped her breast and the other her panty- less ass cheeks through the sundress. There was no doubt he was hoping for something more. Pulling back, and with a small shake of the head, she kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "Thank you." Chelsea limped away into the hotel without turning around. The young teenager was smiling ear-to-ear as he watched her disappear within. Both would have enduring memories of her vacation. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 76