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Enduring Vacation Memories
by Zula (no address provided)
***
Chelsea Walker is returning from the beach on her last
day of a vacation. She experiences a problem riding
the last bus back to the resort and ends up with the
locals riding her. (MMF, nc, rp, mast, anal)
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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
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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.
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