(ENGLISH VERSION ) - Stabbed w/Tourist Cock
You are probably saying, thinking, wondering---how could
this possibly happen? How could a woman get 'stabbed'
with a man's cock in broad daylight, enjoy the fuck,
and not have it detected by onlookers??? And, for that matter,
never cry bloody murder, but instead scream out for wanton
joy? And even more so, not revolt against the invading stranger
whatsoever?
This was the day I was going to get fucking body slammed,
and tour-bus-fucked right in the center of town, and right
into my aching, hungry, wanting pussy. This would be triple
XXX in broad daylight.
I was born in central Belize in 1981, and was returning home
from school from studying abroad to visit my parents for
a short reprieve. My father is a Belizean citizen, and my
mum is from Canterbury, England. I was returning from a
retreat with old boarding school friends at St. Andrews,
in Scotland.
The tour bus company was Yucatan Tours, and I was on the crowded
tour bus because I missed the metro into my hometown earlier.
It was a scorching 97 degrees in Belize in August, and I wore
a thigh-length flowered, weightless Abercrombie &
Fitch sundress, short-heeled black evening sandals,
and a flowered thong that I bought just yesterday from Hudson's.
(Instead of my usual bikini underwear). My ass was firm
and rounded from all of my bicycling around the country,
my schoolgirl ass was 2 small but plump, hot rounded cakes
under my sundress. I would later find myself hiding behind
the floppy straw hat that I wore later on in the day.
The passengers on this bus included men, women, children,
cats, hounds, chickens, 1 rattler, 1 turtle, 1 goat for
milking, and a bunch of pesky insects. This was a third-world
people-trap-type of situation, where anything and everything
could happen. But the exploding, paralyzing and smelly-
stench was the worst, and extremely hard to bare. Passengers
were packed into the shaking tour bus with only inches of
space in between them, constantly holding tourist maps
up to their faces, and chattering amongst themselves over
sights to be toured. Behind me stood a group of tourists,
including a native Belize man, 6'3", a tall and
lanky marathoner-type, dressed in loose Kaki shorts.
He had a huge bulge in his shorts and bumped into me from the
rattling up and down bus, exalting an,
"Excuse me m'am".
I had bent over to retrieve my compact from my backpack,
when the bus had hit a wild animal standing in the road, jumped
the curb, and smoothly rolled over the curb and landed back
on the pavement. Everybody on the bus was fucking leap-sailing
forward, with my body falling half-way over, forcing the
tall Belize man standing behind me to RAM directly into
my ass. This was the burst of luck that any man could possibly
have. And with the luck of Caribbean Witches on his side,
and with perfect precision in one direct 'stab',
his red hot white cock rammed into me. It made a swooshing
sound that only I could hear, and my body recognized the
invasion and registered it as TOTAL SHOCK. A strangers
dick was in my not-so-tight pussy, and I was frozen with
first shock, then fear, then shock again, and then (it was
strange), ultimate delight.
How could this happen???? I remembered bending over my
locked bicycle at the school library back in Canterbury
just last week, and while unlocking the bike, was almost
impaled into my pussy by the handle of another bike that
had been parked next to mine. Was it my time for an ambush
fuck???
He hadn't moved an inch, and neither did I. Three quarters
of his long, cock was tickling my pussy to the left, one quarter
inside of me. He then took his hand, rimmed his clothing
back, and slid his naked cock all the way in. It was very warm,
very smooth, and very thick, and my thong was no barrier.
I could feel this breath on my back, the temperature of his
body blending with mine. I directed my ass up at him, and
with my glowing hot vagina walls, squeezed his cock even
harder. I imagined crowds of people behind me viewing my
tour bus fuck, and every time the bus hopped, so did the cock
inside of me. I've heard before of some perving men
who were into shagging women on planes and buses. An old
friend of mine even went underground and joined the Mile-High
Club, only to shag an entire airline crew as often and as
much as humanly possible. I couldn't believe that
I was the one now being shagged, or the one now having a sneaking
cock squeezing between my hot liquidy creases and folds.
I was so much apart of the pulmonary beats of this Belizean
big-slider tour bus fuck.
The bus was shaking up and down, and so did we. When the tour
bus veered right, so did we, with him getting closer into
me and fucking me with his cock aiming toward the right.
Amazingly, no one was noticing the tour bus and its slow
and deliberate fuck. Thank goodness, as I was enjoying
this secret fuck with a stranger right there in the wide
open Belize countryside.
When the tour bus guide announced for the passengers to
look out of the window toward a westerly direction, all
HEADS swung in that direction.
"AHhhhhhhhh!!!!!" the passengers 'Ooohed
and Ahhhed' at the animal in the brush, while the REAL
tour bus GUIDE really swelled up inside of me. Mr. Belize
was cunning and good, as he knew all eyes were focused on
the wild animal.
I'd slowly backed into him, and that was his clue to
rise up into my pussy and radiate his cock outward, with
no movement at all, just to get the total sensation of all
of me tightening over his hot slider. Suddenly the tour
bus turned right past the historical church, and so did
the Belize man who was on a tour of my educated pussy. The
tour bus stopped, and he was sent jerking forward. There
was no need for Mr. Belize to screw me with the conscious
direct motion of his body, as he was quite able to use the
speed, stop, go, and the turns of the tour bus to systematically
and secretly deliver the most private screw ever! I'd
periodically eased around to look at his face, which contained
a menacing, devilish, smile that was plastered all over
it. The bus turned left, and Mr. Belize swung left. The bus
swerved down the center of the road, and so did we. Up! Down!
Thrill Hopping! In! Out! Stop! Go! And, a slow-w-w screeching
brake. What a great once-in-a-lifetime tour bus fuck!
Perfect synchronicity.
The tour bus driver screamed out,
"Almost there!!!"
(Did he know I was cumming???? I was losing my mind to practical
logic. I already knew how I would cum, in small, bumpy irregular
thrill-shocks, since that was the rhythm of this latent
screw.
We couldn't talk, couldn't give off any emotion
of pleasure, and couldnt be too obvious. This was an organized,
mission impossible, hidden, systematic and artistically
creative fuck, I'll admit. Not sure if this could be
accomplished anywhere but on the back roads that I was traveling
right now.
I pressed back against Mr. Belize, wanting his sex, all
of his sex, and secretly waiting for him to ram his slider
cock into me, all the while keeping a neutral expression
on his face.
After this day, I knew that there'd be a longitude of
newly defined definitions for "TOUR BUS GUIDE".
Mr. Belize toured my pussy quite well. 'He-tour-pussy-well',
I thoughtfully imagined that I'd tell my girlfriends
later, " He-very-good".
Several minutes later, the bus arrives in the Corozal District.
"Get out everyone!!" the driver playfully
toys with the crowd. And I also said,
"Get out", as I lowly squeezed the words out
of my mouth, coyfully at Mr. Belize. The tour bus came to
a full stop, and all of the passengers looked all around,
at us, and at each other. Several people standing right
around us were peering right into Mr. Belize's face
as he spoke to me,
"Will you be touring Belize again soon???"
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