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Never let your wife go on a vacation without you, when you can’t keep an eye on her, you can’t do anything, she’ll get fucked by a bunch of horny guys and you’ll never know…

The station platform was gradually leaving far behind together with the passengers of the other trains, people who saw off and also packs, trunks generally speaking all the attributes of the railroad stations. Having taken hundreds of its different passengers, the train was gaining the speed and going away from the city to the vast expanses of fields and forests. Now all of them were unpacking their luggage and preparing for the fatiguing trip. The train headed for the south…

Christine was seating next to the window of her roomette. She felt blue and perplexed. She wanted to do nothing, or rather, didn’t know what she would start her journey with. Everything happened so unexpectedly that the woman even didn’t have time to collect her thoughts. Once in a blue moon her husband let her go to the south alone. For the first time of their 7 years’ marriage! Of course it is wrong to say that she was striving eagerly anywhere without him. They just usually had their leaves at the same time and never parted. But now Richard got a very profitable job, as they say in “the business corporations” and he couldn’t leave the city for two weeks. And that’s why they decided that she could go for the rest without him, but not alone. God forfend! Her old friend Jane decided to go with her. All together they came to the conclusion that two friends can also have a good time together in Miami Beach. Why not?

And only almost on the eve of the departure, it appeared that Jane had some extra work, that couldn’t wait until the end of the journey. She apologized very much and they returned Jane’s ticket.

After that Christine was a little bit taken aback and decided not to leave either. It seemed very unaccustomed and fearful. But having thought everything over the common sense prevailed. Christine understood that loosing the chance to journey this time she would be able to restore it only next year. Moreover she just got used to spend her leave in Miami Beach and she was dreaming about it for the whole year. “Miami Beach – it’s Fairy Land” - she thought. – “We’ve been to there for so often and I know this city pretty good well. Richard booked the room in “Demo Hotel” for me. Yes, I’ll be along there, and so what? I’m gonna leave my husband only for two weeks it is not enough even to miss.”

This way she persuaded both of them. Richard helped to pack her baggage and saw off on the train. Naturally the couple agreed that Christine would call her beloved husband right upon the arrival at the Delano and all the time of her stay there. Christine kissed Richard on the station platform and entered the car. Having waved he laughed and ran away to cope with everlasting urgent work on his new firm. Frankly speaking despite the fact that Christine felt annoyed with the husband about her lonely journey, at heart she understood that she had no reason to do that. After all, she got the opportunity to spend her vocation in such a luxurious hotel thanks to his current income. Nowadays all the outings to Miami Beach are a very expensive entertainment and not everyone can afford it. Owing to the husband’s diligence and enterprise now she was going to one of the best places in the world.

Well, she was confused and along in the compartment, without even a single fellow traveler. In spite of the fact that the whole car was packed (full/crowded), nobody entered her roomette. Finally she decided to change her elegant cloth for the gown that was much more pertinent to this long trip in the train. The moment she went and fetched her suitcase the roomette door clashed and remained open. There were her new fellow travelers on the doorstep. Everybody they greeted each other. Christine pretended that she was looking through the window but on the quite she was looked over three men who turned out to be her compartment neighbors. They were in their 30-s or about. The young woman was in some kind of a shock because all three were very tall, broad-shouldered and bull necked. However, they were well dressed, even very well dressed: high – grade trousers, shoes made in Italy and half sleeved bright shirts. It was clear that they w:-)eren’t strangers to business and commerce. For sure they just couldn’t be teachers, lecturers or physicians. They had strong brawny arms like Arnold Schwarzenegger covered with thick dark hairs, the hooks with thick fingers that most probably didn’t hold any kind of a pen for a long time. Undoubtedly they were true men. There was smell of alcohol but they weren’t drunk. They started a talk and Christine got that they didn’t come to the roomette earlier because they went to the dining-car and marked the departure from Louisville, Kentucky by celebration.
Unlike Christine, newcomers inquisitively scrutinized her. Their dark eyes examined the woman without any ceremony. She was about 25 – 28 years old, very slim, blond, in bright blouse, tightening plump breasts and a quite short skirt that gave the full panorama of her slender legs and pretty big knees. Gradually the practiced men eyes noticed a lot. Judging by the wedding ring she was married; judging by the evident fact that she went to Miami Beach she was well-to-do, and judging by her elegant shoes, expansive jewelry on her neck and in ears, well done manicure and hair-do the woman thoroughly looked after her young and beautiful body. There was a long distance to go through and as a rule people usually get acquainted in such situations, so did they. Christine told them where she was going to and what for and men introduced themselves as Bob, David and Antonio, the macho from Latin America. They’d been to Louisville on a business trip and now they were coming back home to Miami Beach. They didn’t give any information about the sort of their business and didn’t ask about this Christine either. Though the question “What are you?” for Americans is quite typical.

These three friends probably appeared to be pretty cheery and talkative. Christine’s anxiety gradually vanished. Before that she felt very uncomfortable and thought: “What an ill luck from the very beginning! At first Jane refused to go with me and now I have to sleep in one roomette with three robust strangers. Is it nice? I’m the only one woman here! I don’t trust these shady men. But what can I do? Should I ask the conductor to move me up into another compartment? It is silly! Everyone will mock at me! It is absurd! But on the other hand if I stay here I‘ll feel myself very unusual, with agitation”

But these thoughts disappeared from her bit by bit. Neighbors cracked jocks, telling her how they spent their first visit in Louisville. Less then in a half an hour one of them – David opened their only one suitcase and took out a bottle of whiskey (mountain dew), a handful of chocolate sweats and a lemon as a titbit that was immediately cut by Antonio.

Having laid the table the fellow travelers offered to drink the acquaintance of their and the beginning of a long way to Florida. Christine tried to decline the invitation but she was assertively asked to keep their company. And at last she thought that in any case they had to stay together for two days and nights and it was better to receive the amiable offer.

The bottle was drunk off quite quickly. The whiskey got into Christine’s head and the rest fears slipped away. Her new friends seemed to her very trustworthy already. Somewhere at the bottom of her consciousness she had a thought that these people had nothing similar to her own friends and friends of her husband. It seemed that they were business men of a very special even definite kind of business. They worked differently from her Richard. But something imperceptible roused her interest and curiosity in them. She had never had a chance to communicate with so self-confident, unflinching and rough men. Christine was impressed. Of cause course, nowadays a woman got used to see predominantly intimidating men running to and fro in the grocery stores or colleges concerned with their job, shrew, snotty kids, and small monthly wage.

Every woman’s heart thirsts for another sort of man – self-confident, ready to do determined steps, strong, proud of his stamina and passion. Something like this Christine felt at that time. Now she even liked to be in one company with these people and feel their gazes on her. Why not? She was attractive enough to show it off! She tried to sit in a way they could see her slim figure better. The woman didn’t notice that gradually their rapt attention turned into the new one and became pressingly lustful, cynical and estimating. Christine also didn’t get that she was becoming more and more free and easy; her dress rode up at some moment and showed her bare haunches. Whiskey made its affect and Christine couldn’t appraise the situation clearly. Her self-control was inhibited. And here she was. Having moved her legs apart, she was seating in her sort skirt and showing up her panties between the separated knees.

Finally she noticed it, because the men’s stares were directed to her legs and panties. The woman was embarrassed. She quickly stood up and pulled down her skirt. She felt ashamed but at the same time she never experienced such a sweet pleasure drawing by its forbiddingness, inaccessibility and unattainability…

When there was no whiskey left, Christine’s new friends offered her to go to the dining car again. And she agreed without any hesitation. They spent about an hour or maybe more in the dining car and the attitude between the woman and her fellow travelers changed. But nobody noticed it. Christine didn’t get that the men turned their behavior into cynical and cheeky. At their way back to the roomette Bob, as if it was by the pure accident, pressed her on the platform and his hand slipped along her thigh. David and Antonio stayed on the platform and Christine went to the compartment followed by Bob. She took the door-knob, turned her red face to the man and said: “Wait a minute here, please. I need to change my cloth, otherwise I’ll rumple it.”
Having said it Christine entered the roomette. Now she felt that joint drinking would lead to no good and was about to stop it. She put her palms on her burning cheeks and thought: “That’s enough! Now I’m to change for the gown and go to bed. That’ll do for today!”

The woman took off her skirt and blouse. She was standing in the white silk panties and white bra. This moment the door slowly opened, letting Bob in. Christine remembered that she didn’t think fit to lock the door, and now it was late. There stood a strong man burning with passion. His hot breath reached her.

“No, no - I haven’t dressed yet!” – She cried nervously but the incomer didn’t react on to it. Why should he? He purposely came into and wasn’t going to out immediately. Her cry fired him up even much more. In a sudden spur he threw her down the bunk and tore her panties off. As a white rag it laid on the floor. Bob’s hand didn’t stop. It slid between the thighs of the woman, moving them apart little by little. Christine resisted and tried not to let it into the inner sanctum (holy of holies) but in vain. She was drunk, embarrassed and frightened… What a poor resistance she could make!?

Having felt the pubis Bob got that he was moving in the right way. His thick fingers pulled apart her large pudental lips and stuck into the smooth palpitating Christine’s flesh that thrilled.

Bob’s fingers penetrated deeper and deeper. Feeling his assertive movements the woman’s body began to fall for them calming the fight. It seemed that Christine was submitting to what she was forced to. Her vagina became complaisant with every twinkling. Christine was indignant and had a great aversion for the inconsistency of her thoughts and body because she got used to thinking that her body obeyed her thoughts. In her mind she was still resisting Bob but her body was already admitting his tenacious fingers inside.

In a minute Bob took his hand out of Christine and exultantly showed it to her: “Look, how wet it is!”

Christine understood and shuddered. Like a lamb, her vagina poured cum when his saucy fingers were pulling about it. Against her will it got excited. Bob looked at his wet hand and wiped it upon her face. She closed her eyes. As in a dream she heard that the man opened his pants and then felt that his firm thick dickhead tried to stick inside her, while she was lying with the feeble legs apart. At last Bob brought his whole weight to bear on the woman and his cock slipped inside her resigned vagina. Christine tried to push him away and whispered: “No, don’t do that please, no, I beg you, no…” But she understood very well that her words sounded foolishly and falsely. The best disproof was her vagina that was wet with excitement and without any resistance it took this huge thick pecker in. The dick was really huge. It seemed to Christine that either a thick snake crept into her or a huge stick penetrated inside. Finally Bob thrust his cock as deep as it was possible and started the frictions. Having closed her eyes Christine blankly moved her pelvis. Bob was “pumping” her up harder and harder. He took into his hands her tits that fell out of the bra and now were dangling. He kneaded her white boobs, twisted her big pink nipples and that drove him crazy. Christine couldn’t stand it and she squeaked a little. She heard Bob’s puffing in excitement. Her slit filled with her own love juice. There were typical fucking sounds in the compartment. At first the cock thrust deeply inside her with champing and then there was a slap produced by the heavy testicles hitting on her ass.

“Oh, no… if somebody hears it on the corridor”, - flashed in her head, but the first orgasm wave began seizing every cell of her mind and body, so this thought immediately slipped away. Bob’s pecker poked furiously inside her and she involuntarily marked that she had never experienced such a rush and pressure before. Though it was painful to lie under the heavy Bob and bear his hands’ rubbing, she felt the warm excitement wave capturing her more and more. Christine sweated floundering under the man. Now she carefully tried to help him fucking her, and moved her pelvis toward his cock. In order to feel everything better she automatically bended her knees and wrapped the legs from behind. Having felt this Bob assured that Christine was absolutely under his control. He stopped pressing her against the bunk. Now she could move the way she wanted. The first orgasm didn’t keep her waiting. Then the second. Christine couldn’t get what happened with her. She didn’t remember the time she had felt something like this pleasure.

Finally Bob satisfied himself too. Having come to the woman he took out the dick and stood up. Zipping up his trousers and heavily breathing with satisfaction, he looked at still lying woman. She didn’t move and remained in the posture he left her on the bunk. Her legs were lying apart. Her liquid bountifully flew out of her wet vagina, that was her own mixed with her new lover’s sperm.

Having seen Bob’s eyes full of scorn Christine smiled in embarrassment and confusion. After that she set quickly on the bunk and tried to put everything in order. She had to do her disarranged hair, to mop her brow and put something on very quickly. Bob pulled her cheek and said: “Wash yourself, chick!” Then he set in front of her and watched what he had done. With shaky hands Christine put on the gown that she had already prepared and took the beautician. The mascara flew, everything smeared around the face. She began to make-up quickly again. Now she was afraid even to lift up her eyes to Bob. She didn’t want to meet his look one more time. She knew very well that now he really despised her for the easy and free deed. She was a married woman and she yielded to the impertinent stranger. Undoubtedly she wasn’t the first woman he put out to have sex this manner. Christine read what this stud thought about such victims as she in his satisfied look. He took them, used them for the satisfaction of his brutish lusts and then he kicked them aside with the disdain to their obedience. And here he was seating in front of her. Christine couldn’t understand what was going on, because she had nothing of this kind in her life.

Now she was captured by some adventure and two minutes ago she came several times. She didn’t expect it from herself, no way…

The other fellow travelers entered the roomette. Christine thought that they couldn’t smoke for so long and here she got that they were standing behind the door and waiting untill Bob finished with her. All of them clearly understood what just happened here. It could well be so because they heard all moans, squeals, sobs and how self-forgetfully she came. Christine couldn’t stand the horror and shame. And it was the beginning of the long way. She didn’t know how she could stay in one compartment with people who knew very well about her disgrace. She behaved like the worse slag, broad, she who only half an hour ago was an upright married woman…

Her hands were trembling. Christine couldn’t lift up her eyes to the smirking men. Having taken cigarettes from her bag she quickly slipped out of the roomette. On the way to the platform she smoked. The feelings’ confusion didn’t go away but on the contrary it increased. She didn’t know what to do, how to behave. Moreover she couldn’t understand herself. Why did she yield to him without a murmur, like a lamb, and even came two times? And he looked at this.

The train passed by the small stations, trees, houses… Christine looked at the sunset. Her thoughts were broken by the appearance if David there. He took off the shirt and his muscular trunk was covered with sweat drops. He boozed hardly today and now he did a cold turkey. He was gloomy. Having said nothing he looked at her. She was standing along there and trying to calm down. Without any emotion he tugged up her sleeve.

“What do you mourn for?” – He asked.

“Why?” – She said as she didn’t know what else she could say.

“Are you married? So don’t be sad and shy… Anything may happen… Everyone knows what the married women go to the south for. For new “impressions”!”

Christine became red. She wanted to cover her face with her hands. She couldn’t get a word out of her. Meanwhile David didn’t stop speaking, coming closer to her.

“Don’t worry. Everything is ok… Well, yes, Bob messed (fooled about) with you a little… But he says that you are hot. Just think that your southern adventures have started from now. On the way.”

Finally, Christine plucked up all her courage and strength and began to babble:

“No, no, it’s not like this. You don’t understand me… You are wrong… I just can’t get what happened…”

She could keep prattling but David broke it off the much unexpected manner. He stretched out his hand, threw back the gown and took her ass with his five. Her buttocks were bared (naked) because she didn’t have time to put on the panties.

Lordly sure hand of David grabbed one of her smooth buttock first then the other and after that his finger stuck into her anus. The woman sighed and tried to tear herself from him. But of course in vain. This way they were standing at the empty platform, pressed to each other. David started to squeeze her breasts with his left hand. Christine kept resisting desperately but little by little her attempts became weaker. And finally she lost the last hope to push him away.

Sweet languor caught her again. She squirmed in his strong hands. Having examined her ass his hand mover further to the wet crotch. Christine didn’t wash it after Bob yet. David immediately felt it, grinned and pulled his hand away, saying:
“Are you still wet after Bob? Wash it at least…”

Christine felt ashamed and having nothing to say she hung her head. The next moment David looked around and said:
“No, I think not here. Somebody can enter and disturb us. Come on, let’s go!”

Having said it and pushed her slightly to the door. She obeyed. Between the cars everything was roaring. David was jolted. Wild chilled to the marrow. The train was running pretty fast. Having entered there the woman stopped. She didn’t know what David pushed her here for and what he was going to do. The answer came immediately. He lowered his hands and began to unzip his fly. David said:

“Well, why are you standing and gazing? Haven’t you got yet? Nobody will come here. And my cock is in want of activity. Move your ass, I said!”

Christine understood what he expected her to do. Anger and wrath flared up in her for a moment and died out. She obediently knelt to her knees right to the crashing metal floor. She jolted from side to side. She saw David’s rocky dick in front of her face.
The pecker was ready to act. It was as huge as Bob’s one. Christine thought that for the first time in her marriage she was unfaithful to her husband. And this is the second cock for today. That was really new for her. But the dick stuck up in front of her open mouth and she had nothing to do but to let it in. The pecker was huge and long. Right away it began to penetrate deeper. Christine choked with it. She just couldn’t get if it was possible. A thought occurred to her how she could cope with it. The woman tried to take the dick behind the cheek but in vain. It was too big. After these unsuccessful attempts Christine accepted the situation. David’s cock reached her throat and kept in deeper and deeper. Christine was near to loose her consciousness because of the suffocation and she moved a little bit back. But David put his hand on the back of her head in order to hold it and regulate it. David handy used her mouth. He moved her head, making Christine impale her mouth onto the pecker. The woman wheezed but didn’t resist the thick dickhead to reach her throat. His hand on her head let her neither unbend nor stop the frictions. David enjoyed.

Christine had a true muddle in her mind. Having knelt and taken the cock inside, she felt a burst of excitement. She couldn’t understand its nature. The fact that she obeyed them she could accept, but the nonsense was that she took pleasure from it. Christine didn’t expect it from herself.

David was using her mouth for quite long. Trying to stand on her knees and keep the balance she rubbed them sore on the metal floor. The woman fidgeted around the man. She was tired. Finally he came and she felt that the warm flow of his sperm splashed in the throat. It seemed to her that that was an overflow of a fountain. After that David pulled his satisfied cock out of her mouth and zipped the trousers up.

Christine was still standing on her knees. She was exhausted but on the other hand she wanted something else. Now, when she took two full portions of men’s sperm she felt a turnaround change in her. The semen of Bob flooded her vagina, the sperm of David – her mouth and throat. She wanted to cum. That was the case of paramount importance for her now. She wanted it so much that only powerful orgasm could satisfy her.

Her mind nevertheless got the situation quite adequately. She took very hard her sudden (unexpected) shame. She realized that she - a married, decent before that, woman was standing half naked on the knees in front of the man who just fucked her mouth at the open platform between the cars.

Having zipped his trousers up David rapped her shoulder.

“What a shame!” – she thought. – “I can’t even lift my eyes to him because I know what I’ll see there. Great scorn to me. He thinks that I’m a dirty fucked bitch… And it is probably true. I could never even imagine that I would humbly stand on my knees right away the drunken brute and lick my lips after he kindly came to my mouth.”

“Get up”, - said David, - “stop groveling at my feet. Go to the roomette. We’ll fuck later”.

Christine didn’t know what to answer. She rose herself from the knees and saw that they were rubbed sore almost bleeding.
Now the woman was on the way to the compartment. She walked slowly, starting every moment. She wasn’t used to yield to two strangers. But she wanted to come. That thought was all – absorbing.

“I don’t believe that rough sex that I was almost forced to showed my true colors, hidden somewhere at the bottom of my nature” – she thought.

Christine opened the compartment door. She didn’t know how to behave but everything appeared very simple. She wasn’t supposed to do something or to say. The initiative went absolutely to three friends.

“Come in, come in”, - said Bob, seating on the bunk and examining her.

“Don’t be afraid, girl”, - added Antonio, sipping whiskey.

Both of them thoroughly looked at her.

Christine was standing in her short gown, tattered. She felt the taste of David’s sperm on her lips and between her thighs were wet, the drops of Bob’s semen trickled down. The men didn’t see that but they knew about it, for sure.

“Take a seat”, - said Antonio. Christine obediently set down the bunk.

“Well, tell us, are you married?”

“Yes”, - murmured Christine.

“Does your husband love you?”

“Yes”, - she answered almost soundlessly.

“And do you love him?”

The answer was affirmative again.

“And you do adore to fuck much more” – summed up Antonio and roared with laughter, so did Bob. Christine understood that they were laughing at her, and she couldn’t even resist it because her behavior told everything for her.

What a funny thing that having got it she was frightened and satisfied at the same time. It seemed that she found herself…
“I proved myself as a true slut,” – she thought – “but maybe I am a slut. I think, yes! And the life I used to live before was just an accident.”

Antonio poured her a glass of whiskey and forced her to drink it. She did it with piece of chocolate without saying a word and at this moment Antonio brought her down the bunk. The gown threw open, baring the tormented woman’s breasts. Bob came up to helpless Christine, took the ready to act cock out of the trousers and proudly shook it:

“The second episode, bitch!”

Christine was looking at them bottom-up and had a foreboding of brutal sex. Simultaneously her mouth filled with viscous saliva of desire. She wanted to come and now her lust was is to be satisfied.

Bob’s dick penetrated the wet and squelching vagina again. But before that Antonio took off his trousers and put his big ass on the woman’s breasts. She whined under his weight. Antonio pulled his thick cock into her mouth that Christine opened as if it was usual. Bob and Antonio furiously fucked her as they say “at double penetration”. Her vagina was fucked by one cock and her mouth – by the other. Both dicks were drilling her from two sides so that she trembled and wanted to cry but couldn’t.
At this time David appeared at the roomette. He’d already made a break for smoking and now was ready to take part in the common fun.

When Christine saw him she was afraid. She could neither imagine it no practice it in her life.

Nevertheless everything was true. Christine was forced to turn face down and lay Antonio from above. He quickly thrust his pecker into her slit. Snatching the woman breasts he pulled her to him. Her ass appeared to be protruding and open, as if it was inviting Bob. And he made use of it. Christine was twitching, impaled on Antonio’s pecker. Suddenly she felt that thick round David’s dickhead was sticking into her anus. She was frightened but could do nothing. Her muscular anus ring resisted its penetrating. David’s knob entered her asshole for some millimeters several times but jumped out. He got tired of it and became angry. He spanked her bare ass and Christine felt how painful it was. Her buttocks burnt with fire but David kept spanking it, and saying:

“Enfeeble it, I said! Strain your ass… ”

Christine couldn’t stand the pain any more and she had nothing to do but to take the buttocks with her own hands and stretch it out, in order to be available for David. From below her weak vagina was rammed by Antonio’s burning corkscrew; from behind her anus was penetrated by David’s thick phallus. Christine was afraid that he would tear her buttocks but nevertheless thoroughly strained it, letting the pecker inside. The pain was awful.

Christine stopped moving and only like a doll was jerking in time with her fuckers. Her head moved from side to side. From the open mouth she heard her own wheezes. Vacant stare stiffened on her meaningless and full of pain grimace.

Her mind was clear and at the time they were fucking her, she thought: “Here it is the situation that all women are afraid of. I’m in the hands of three men that furiously fuck me into all my holes they only wish. They don’t care about my feelings but only try to satisfy their fleshly lusts and power hunger. It was Ok even to spank me and then to fuck my ass. Such men usually consider that the best manner to humiliate the woman is to fuck her ass. I heard about it several times and now I ‘m the victim of such fuckers myself. But what’s this? I don’t resist this attitude to me too much. I don’t cry, don’t protest against it. But on the contrary I let them do it. They spanked me and I strain my buttocks in order to be more comfortably cynically used by them.”
This thought tormented her mind whereas both men were ramming her body. Meanwhile Bob got tired with sitting on the next bunk and just watching the process. He decided to join them. Having taken off the trousers he took her head into his hands and his hard-on lightly touched her lips.

Christine felt it and started but her lips automatically opened widely and her tongue began fondling his knob that thrust deeply.
“Yeah, you’re making progress, girl”, - there was a voice of David from behind and they laughed all together.

“Can’t they keep silent at least and not laugh at me so openly?” – Christine thought.

At one speed her body was fucked by the huge pistons. All of these lasted for so long that Christine felt that the wave of orgasm was approaching her. She lacked for air because she was choked from all her holes. She was in a panic. Orgasm required strong jerks, a gulp of air but she had nothing of this kind. Having been impaled on three huge knobs, ruthlessly and endlessly being fucked by them Christine started to come. It flew from her. She became red and opened her eyes widely. Every cell of her body strained to the limit.

The men noticed that and burst into laugh again, gaining the speed of the frictions. So, Christine came at their scoffing laugh…
In several minutes the friends started to cum too and Christine was beside herself with delight. At this moment she forgot about everything – about her humiliating situation, about her ass spanking and about the cynical laugh. Now she was caught only by the wave of voluptuousness. Three hot streams of sperm simultaneously flew inside her body. The woman never experienced such feelings. For such moments she was ready to undergo this again. Three fountains filled her offered to them body. They were just burning inside her vagina, rectum and her mouth…

The strangers left Christine and set on the bunk in front of her to drink some whiskey. Pouring the whiskey and clinking glasses they looked at helpless Christine. They estimated her luxurious body, with smooth lines, slim legs, stretched aside, marmoreal fucked ass and her mouth poured with semen…

Christine felt ashamed and satisfied. Her eyes were full of pleasure that she’d just experienced. But her face expressed shock. She couldn’t hinder the surprise about the fact that this rude sex brought her a great pleasure. But the men interrupted her thoughts.

“Well, Christine, you have relaxed enough,” – said Antonio in peremptory tone. – “We’ve fucked you already and we have no a single desire to look at you now. We’ve estimated you, don’t worry and have given you your due. Now put yourself in order and wash. Yeah, we have a long trip to go through and, you see, we prefer clean and washed up women. So, don’t lose your time, come on.”

“Yeah, and do it thoroughly, otherwise I’ll spank you again!” – added David.

Depressed by these thoughts Christine stood up and put on her gown. “What to do?” – She thought – “He is right.” The woman took the soap, the towel and went to the john. The whole train slept, and only she had to serve three cynics who used her body as they wanted.

It was very cold in the toilet. The car was moving from side to side. Christine took off her gown and began washing herself with cold water. It pleasantly cooled her tattered vagina and wet hot buttocks. Having done everything Christine dried her up and went back.

Nobody touched her that night any more. Satisfied men were fast asleep. Christine lied down the bunk and covered with the blanket. The ass was hurting and Christine quietly took the cream and to the touch dubbed her asshole. After this she was ready to sleep. The whole body was aching and the woman awoke several times but quickly fell asleep again. The most interesting was that Christine was satisfied with her new situation.

The next morning was bright and shiny. It seemed that nothing happened last night. Only Christine felt that men’s attitude toward her changed. Now they considered themselves as if they had all rights to demand her to serve them. She was their common concubine but she even liked it. Maybe subconsciously she wanted it. That’s why the woman obediently brought tea from the conductor, set the table. When the men stood up of the bunks, Christine immediately knelt and took under the bunks three pairs of shoes. By turn she put shoes on the feet of her new lovers. Bob patted her shoulder as if she was a faithful dog. Christine was in the seventh heaven from happiness. It seemed that it was some kind of a game that they were playing and Christine absolutely accepted the rules of the game.

The men backed from the john and saw that Christine was waiting for them with the table set already. It seemed that it was the momentous event in her life and she waited for the dear guests to celebrate it. The previous night was important for her because from the decent married woman she deliberately turned into a slut.

When her lovers were having their breakfast she set next to them. Christine wanted to pour some wine into the glasses but she wasn’t allowed. David did it himself but deprived her of it. Christine wanted to eat the sandwich that she’d just done but she wasn’t allowed to do doing it again. She’d got that something was wrong. And Antonio explained it to her:

“You see, we can’t sit together with you at one table. We are insulted to eat with a woman that freely yielded to different men. It doesn’t matter if we fucked you ourselves. But we are respectable people and we can’t eat together with such a slut, as you are.”

Christine was shocked.

“But yesterday we were seating together… And in the dining car too… ” – she murmured in confusion.

“But you weren’t a slut yet” – said Bob. – “We haven’t fucked you into all your holes. You were a decent woman, but now…”

Christine nearly burst into tears but she tried to gather the strength and protested:

“But, Bob, you were the first to fuck me.”

“And so what?” – He laughed. – “Don’t you think that I’m ready to have breakfast with the woman I fucked into the mouth and then I saw my friend do it with your asshole? No, wait a bit. First we’ll finish with the breakfast and then there will be your turn.”
Christine couldn’t stand it any more and went out to the corridor. There she cried her heart out. Looking out of the window she thought: “They are right. Why should I take offences? At first I fucked with three unknown men and even got the pleasure from it. They saw that I came several times and laughed at me. And now they of course don’t want to see the mouth they fucked eating together with them.”

Very soon men called for her and ordered to clear the table. Having grabbed a sandwich she took dirty plates, glasses and went to wash them. She was along there. She remembered that she washed herself yesterday here. Suddenly she felt everything that happened on the eve. She got excited…

Having washed the dishes she leaned against the wall and lowered her hand between the legs. She moved them apart and started fondling her clit and vulva lips. It was a little bit hurting there after that brute sex. Christine breathed heavily. The orgasm wave came to her. She was masturbating in the john and her lips were whispering: “I’m a slut, dirty slut… I’m fucked into all the holes… I like it… What am I? What a shame?…”

Orgasm shook her and the love juice flew from the open vagina. At this moment somebody knocked at the door. There was no time to wash. Christine wrapped her gown, took the dishes and went out. Having come to the roomette she found nobody there. Her lovers were smoking on the platform. Christine immediately got what she had to do.

Having closed the door she opened her suitcase and took out the shortest skirt, translucent blouse and high-heeled shoes. She put it on and looked at the mirror built-in the compartment door. She didn’t recognized herself. She saw a prostitute there, quite tempting but shameless. The skirt hardly covered the buttocks, her nipples protruded from under the blouse. The high-heeled shoes were like an open invitation for the men.

Antonio and David entered the compartment, Bob followed them. They didn’t expect Christine to do that and just kept silent looking at her. She didn’t know what to say either. David broke the silence:

“Here we are, in our best big and tucker. Well, Christine, it means that you do like to sex with us!”

“Yes,” – said Bob, - “now we can thoroughly examine her. And, what to say, without any exaggeration, the merchandise is good. What do you think, gentlemen?” With these words he gripped her big pink nipple and twisted it painfully. The woman screamed from pain. Men laughed loudly, and David added:

“Yeah, it’s clear now that we can use her in full measure. We had an eye on her not in vein yesterday.”

“What are you talking about?” – Antonio interrupted him. - “There is another thing to look at.”

“What?”

“Look…” – said Antonio and came close to her. He pushed his thick five under her skirt. Instinctively she moved her thighs apart, inviting the hand to her vagina. His fingers grasped pubis hair at first and then went on the vulva lips. Antonio hemmed surprisingly:

“You see, I’ve told you that a woman’s quality is not in her appearance, and figure. Look here. A woman’s face – is her vagina. Look, it is wet already. The girl was waiting for us, she was along here, she changed her cloth for us. It’s not bad. But moreover she is completely wet!”

“Wet? No way?!” – The others didn’t believe him.

“Try her, if you don’t believe me. She wants to fuck; she wants to yield to us. Now she is ready to sex any time. Christine - wet”.
The woman didn’t dear to move, listening to this talk. She hanged the head and didn’t lift up her eyes because that she knew very well that Antonio was right.

She put on this defined cloth on purpose, in order to provoke them for new sex running. Of cause, she did it subconsciously, but now it was clear that she wanted exactly this. Her vaginal juice proved it.

The train stopped at one of the small railway stations. The conductor said that it stayed there for twenty minutes. Christine went out to the station platform and smoked. Some passengers were looking at her with interest, some – with scorn and blame. Everyone in their car could hear what was going on in their compartment. And now her appearance only proved it…
Christine smoked and tried not to pay attention at the scowling glances. “Now I have to get used to it. This attitude toward me is my destiny,” – she thought both with pity and anticipation…

Ad interim the men talked about her and made an offer after she came back…

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