The Gazelle drivers got screwed over...

I was heading home from a party, tipsy and aroused. Half the evening was spent groping in a dark corner with the apartment's host; things didn't go beyond heavy petting because there was simply nowhere to fuck. My well-kissed lips were bright red, my eyes sparkled with excitement, my rubbed clit throbbed sweetly, craving release, and I decided that once I got home, I'd entertain myself with my favorite vibrator. Thinking about this, I squirmed impatiently on the seat of the minibus "GAZel" next to the driver and took a deep breath.

The driver glanced at me and grunted approvingly. There was indeed something to look at: a mane of long, shiny dark hair curled at the ends,

spilling over my shoulders, gray eyes, plump lips, breasts... I had recently gained some weight, and my breasts were now a C-cup, which I was immensely proud of, buying myself lingerie that lifted my "girls" up; by the way, after gaining weight, I now had no shortage of guys at all, though I never suffered from a lack of them before.

Today I was wearing a tight, low-cut, quite revealing top, a short pleated skirt (no panties, as Max, the party host, had taken them from me, explaining they were collateral for our meeting tomorrow when no one would disturb us and we could fuck to our heart's content), and sandals with lacing up to the knee.

It was a long ride to the final stop, and I, without noticing, fell asleep. I dreamed of all sorts of lustful scenes, my pussy was wet, I rubbed it, moaned, and woke up. At first, I didn't even understand where I was; it was dark, someone was breathing heavily nearby, and someone else's fingers were working in my pussy. I fully came to and found myself sitting in the parked minibus with my skirt pulled up to my waist, and the driver's fingers in my pussy! In shock, I tried to break free, but he, holding me with one arm, continued to fuck me with two fingers, staring intently into my eyes. I involuntarily noted his attractiveness—light stubble, bold brown eyes, broad shoulders. That his fingers were long and strong, I had already felt... My cunt, unlike me, really liked what was happening; it was wet and squelching, I moaned, clenching my vaginal muscles convulsively, already on the verge of orgasm.

 — "Ah, you bitch, she likes it, look," — the driver said to someone, and I saw another guy in the cabin; he was slowly stroking his erect cock and looking at me lustfully.

 — "Come on to my cabin, it's awkward to fuck on the driver's seat," — he called to the driver, who winked at me and asked:

 — "Will you come on your own or should I drag you? We'll fuck you with two hard cocks, whether you want it or not. It'll just be nicer if you agree yourself, and I could see right away that you want to fuck like a cat in heat, come on, come on..."

As if in a daze, I followed him.

 — "Take off your top, let me admire your tits, look how they stick out," — the second guy asked, and I obeyed. My nipples were indeed taut and provocatively stretched the thin fabric of the top.

The driver unzipped his fly, took out his cock, and headed towards me. Trembling with excitement, I turned around and got on all fours, holding onto the backs of the seats in the driver's compartment. I wanted to get his cock inside me as soon as possible, wanted to be fucked by his, as I had noticed, large, bumpy cock.

He leaned towards me and cursed:

 — "Fuck, Vitya, it's so awkward, too low, let's go to your PAZ, at least there you don't have to bend over in three ways and we can fuck her together without problems!"

They led me out, naked, wearing only a bra and sandals, and headed towards the parked PAZ. Fortunately, given the late hour, there were few people in the garage, and no one noticed us.

I stood in the middle of the cabin, letting them see me in all my glory. They admired my charms out loud, telling me in detail how they would fuck me in every hole, discussing the size of my lips, lower and upper, pinching my nipples and my ass. I was getting off on their roughness, turning between them, rubbing my ass against the bulges in their jeans; and they came closer, squeezing me between them, driving me crazy. The GAZel driver, who was behind me, wrapped his arms around me from behind, slipped a finger into me and moved it in my wetness inside me, one finger, two... Vitya penetrated my mouth with his tongue, and we started sucking each other's tongues, biting and licking them. He was breathing heavily and pressing his hard, hot cock against my stomach. From behind, the equally hot cock of the GAZel driver (as it turned out, his name was Sasha) was pressing against my ass. It was he who bent me over and pressed his cock against my juice-dripping pussy.

 — "Do you want me, bitch?" — he didn't enter, teasing me, bringing me to a semi-faint state, — "do you want me to fuck you, you lustful slut?"

I sank onto a seat in exhaustion and closed my eyes. We were all breathing heavily and smoking.

 — "Well, little one, did you like it?" — I opened my eyes and looked them over from head to toe.

 — "Of course I liked it, guys, you've got such huge cocks," — I said and smiled, happy.

 — "Shall we do it again sometime?" — the question was clearly unnecessary; they could already see I was in ecstasy and languor; I gave them my phone number, got dressed, and Sasha went to walk me home.

In my entrance, we groped and kissed for a long time; he fucked me again, standing up, with a finger in my ass, and I came again, biting into his shoulder with my teeth so as not to scream and wake the neighbors...

In the shower, and then in my room, examining my well-used pussy in the mirror, I pondered whether to go to Max tomorrow or fuck the guys...

However, Sasha promised to drop by in the morning, and I, anticipating excellent fucking, fell asleep peacefully...