On the way to the South

Hello-hello, everyone! My name is Dmitry and I'm 22 years old. My life has its fair share of interesting and not-so-interesting moments, particularly in the intimate sphere. Sometimes there are long months of quiet and routine, and sometimes something happens that borders on the fantastic. It's precisely about such a case that I wanted to share with all the readers. I'll warn you in advance, many will probably not believe this story, but that's for each person to decide, and I will be sincere.

This story happened at the end of summer 2011, when I was traveling from Moscow to our wonderful city of Sochi, which I've loved since early childhood. I was traveling a bit later than all my friends due to some

circumstances unworthy of attention. The first thing that surprised me at that moment was that in the compartment I was traveling in, I was alone, despite the fact that I had barely managed to buy a ticket, one of the last ones for this carriage. I arrived, as usual, early, put all my things in their designated place, and, settling in comfortably, took out a book and started reading. As soon as the train started moving, two charming young ladies flew into the open compartment door, obviously a mother and her daughter, with a significant age difference, out of breath, panting heavily. I didn't pay much attention and continued reading. By evening, I noticed something odd in these ladies' behavior: the older one kept trying to turn her butt towards me, or stand in such a way, seemingly accidentally, that my gaze was inevitably directed at the slit in her top. I tried to ignore both of them as much as possible: I read my book, listened to music on my player, wrote something in my notebook. In short, without paying them any particular attention, I went to sleep.

Waking up around noon the next day, I noticed that no fourth person had joined our compartment, although all the others, from my cursory glance, were fully occupied as they should be. The next thing that surprised me was that the closer we got to the noticeable south, the less clothing my companions wore. By evening, when the heat began to overwhelm me too, they had on only a light, very short skirt on the girl, with a tight-fitting tank top, through which, whether you wanted to or not, her protruding nipples on her very childish breasts were visible, and shorts with a similar tank top on the older lady. No matter how she tried to attract my attention: she even started to supposedly accidentally brush against me in the most interesting places, or run her hand over me when reaching for something.

Finally, around 7-8 PM that same day, the 'mom' couldn't take it anymore, approached me without ceremony and asked:

"Are you gay?"

"No, what are you talking about," I answered, taken aback.

"Hmm... do we look bad?"

"You look very, very enchanting, it's just..." — I didn't get to finish, as she interrupted me.

"Then why haven't you paid the slightest bit of attention to me or Olya for two days now?!" — that's how I found out the younger one's name.

"Don't be shy around her," — Lena (as I found out later, that was her name) said to me a bit loudly, — "I'm sure she wants the same thing."

"But she's still..."

"Yes, a child, but her sweet fruit has already been picked," — Lena interrupted me again, — "and she wants affection and the tenderness of a man's touch no less than I do. Come on, enough hesitation, sit down next to her."

I cautiously sat down next to her, put my arm around her narrow waist, stroking her childish, tender cheek, and barely touched my lips to hers. Olya seized the moment, and I didn't even notice how our kiss turned from a fleeting touch into a passionate dance of our lips and tongues. It was an amazing feeling to kiss such a young creature. As soon as we finished, touching foreheads, looking eye to eye, I noticed out of the corner of my eye how Lena was smiling and the delight on her face.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"You were magnificent, don't stop, please!" — that's when I noticed her right hand had already slipped into her shorts and was moving diligently there.

Now quite emboldened, I slid my hand down from her waist to Olya's panties and, with pleasant surprise for myself, noticed how wet they were. I took them off instantly, with one movement. At that same moment, this sweetest creature began passionately kissing me again. I couldn't resist, giving in to desire, I reciprocated, and with the middle finger of my left hand, I decided to check if her flower had truly been picked. I probably shouldn't have expected otherwise. Lena didn't lie. Despite that, two fingers already penetrated her young pussy with difficulty. Meanwhile, we kept kissing and kissing, I occasionally glanced at Lena, who had already taken off her shorts and panties and was playing with herself in the twilight of the summer day.

At that moment, shyness and awkwardness finally left me that day. I sat Olya on the table, stripping off the rest of her clothes, I pressed my lips to her young pussy, oozing love juices. Mmm, with what strength and passion she pressed my head to her crotch. Amazingly, there was so much lubrication then, it flowed down my chin, neck, and chest, wetting my T-shirt, but I didn't stop. Guessing the moment of her orgasm wasn't difficult. I was delighted that I could give such a young girl real pleasure.

"I'm simply in awe and shock of you!" — Lena said with surprise and joy on her face, — "you're the second one who's been able to give my girl pleasure with your tongue."

"I'm flattered," — I answered with a smile.

Then I felt I wouldn't last long and asked to stop. Lena understood everything and started on my balls, now slightly pulling them, now playing with them with her tongue. I lifted her up and placed her on her knees on the opposite seat of the compartment, aiming for her wet pussy.

"No-no, enough with the pussy for today, try the butt, if you can," — I was in incredible shock, it's usually me who begs girls for something like that, and here was such a gift.

I didn't hesitate, wet my cock with saliva and started to insert it. To my surprise, it went in almost without problems, and, gradually increasing the pace, Lena arched her back more and more, squeezing her nipples, sometimes biting her hand to keep from crying out. I was afraid I was hurting her, but all I heard from her was: "Don't stop!" Then Olya, apparently understanding what her mom wanted, jumped off the table, came up behind us and started playing with her clitoris with her fingers. I couldn't help myself and kissed her with delight when it was convenient. Then, grabbing my butt with both hands, Lena pulled me to her with incredible force, I understood that was the orgasm. I wanted to continue, but then she said:

"Maybe my little Olenka will get something too?"

"Want to surprise one last time?"

I nodded. They started kissing right by my cock, then Olenka went down to my balls, and Lena started swallowing my cock all the way to the throat again. As soon as she felt I was about to cum, she started taking the sperm into her mouth, swallowing a little so it wouldn't leak out. Oh, how wonderfully I came then. I was wrong to think that was what Lena wanted to surprise me with, at that same moment Olya drew attention to herself and whispered: "Look." They started kissing right with my sperm in their mouths, passing it with their tongues, swallowing a little, teasing each other. I couldn't believe my eyes that such a thing was possible! I sincerely thought it was a dream and how I didn't want to wake up, but it was reality. Finishing their play, they sat down on either side of me, and the three of us kissed, or simply blissfully looked out the window or at the ceiling, or stroked each other with light touches. That evening, we all got everything we wanted. I fell asleep with Olya, and before falling asleep, we kissed for quite a long time, caressing each other.

I woke up the next day happier than ever, but discovered that I was alone in the compartment, and besides my things, there was nothing and no one else there. Only on the table lay a sheet of paper, torn from my notebook, with lipstick prints from two pairs of lips and the signature "Olya and Lena." As soon as I wanted to pick it up, the conductor abruptly opened the door, and the sheet flew off the table and out the open compartment window...