Rebecca's pussy continues it march through Europe.
I walked for a mile or so, struggling to stand up straight. Then I saw a sign for a bed and breakfast. I walked into the hall and was met by a teenage girl.
"Hello, do you have any vacancies?" I asked with a raspy voice.
"Why yes, we do. Let me get my mother for you," The beautiful young girl said.
The bed and breakfast was in an old home but beautiful and fully restored.
"Yes, can I help you," an attractive middle-aged woman asked.
"I was wondering if you had a vacancy for a few days," I managed to get out, my throat on fire.
"Yes, mame, I have a vacancy for you, are you all right?" She asked, concerned.
"No, I was gang raped, and I need a place to recover, I said, crying and dropping to my knees.
"Rachel, come help me," the woman yelled.
They helped me up the stairs and into a room.
'Rachel, start a warm bath and call the doctor," the mother ordered.
"What's your name, child," the mother asked.
"Rebecca," I forced out.
"My name is May. Let's get you out of this dress," she said, concerned.
May unbuttoned my dress, which fell to the floor, then helped me to the bed. I crawled onto the bed, and May spread my legs with my feet on the bed.
"Oh my God, they did a number on you, child," she said in shock.
May helped me to the bath and helped me in the tube. Rachel returned with a cup of honey tea.
"The doctor is on his way mom, what else can I do?" Rachel asked.
"Give her a good bath, but be gentle. She's full of bruises and teeth bites.
I drank the tea, and it did wonders for my throat. And Rachel's gentle touch felt terrific.
Rachel dried me off and put me in bed naked, telling me the doctor would need to examine me when he arrived. The doctor examined me and gave May some balm to apply to my pussy and ass three times a day. He took a blood sample and gave me the morning-after pill after I told him my pussy wasn't protected. He asked if I wanted to file a police report, but I declined. May fed me a wonderful dinner in bed, and I fell fast asleep. I awoke to Rachel bringing me breakfast in bed; again, the honey tea did wonders for my throat.
"Mom says I need to put balm on you," Rachel said, turning red.
"If you're uncomfortable doing it, I can manage: I said, smiling at her.
"No, it's OK, it's just I've never touched a woman's pussy or ass before," she said, turning a brighter shade of red.
I finished eating as Rachel sat on the bed holding the salve tin.
"OK, doc, how do you want me?" I asked playfully.
"Um, I don't know how to get both areas. How about on your knees," she said, unsure.
I gingerly flipped onto my knees and spread my legs.
"Ow, that hurt, I said.
"I'm sorry. Is there a better position?" Rachel asked.
"No, any of them will hurt," I replied.
"Wow, you don't have any fur anywhere down here," Rachel said, suprised.
"Oh, yeah, I shave it off. I like the feeling, but I'm pretty stubbly right now, sorry," I offered.
"O.H. Wow, that's cool. I have a big bush," Rachel laughed.
"Yeah, most girls in the States shave their pussys. The boy's like it smooth. I explained.
"They do?" She said, surprised.
"Oh yeah, they love it.
"Do boy's like your hairy pussy?" I asked.
Rachel turned bright red and then turned away from me.
"Oh, are you a virgin?" I asked softly.
Rachel nodded yes, too embarrassed to look at me.
"Rachel, it's OK to be a virgin. It's perfectly normal at your age," I reassured her.
"I want to have sex with boys, but I'm always stuck here working," She said dejectedly.
"I'm sorry," I said, reaching for her hand.
"Would, would you like it if maybe I shaved your pussy for you.
I was shocked she would ask me that, but I didn't want her to feel bad.
"Um, sure. Would you like to shave my pussy?" I asked, a little nervous.
Rachel turned back to me, her face lighting up.
"OK, I'll get the shaving cream and a new razor," She said, racing out of the room.
She returned with towels, a new razor, and a can of shaving cream.
"What will you tell your mom if she walks in and your shaving my pussy?" I asked.
"Don't worry, she's shopping, she'll be gone for hours," Rachel said, spreading the towel on my stomach.
Rachel shot some shaving cream on her hand and delicately spread it around my swollen pussy. She grabbed the razor and stuck her face next to my pussy, shaving the stubble on my lower abdomen and carefully by my pussy lips. She searched out all my stubble and cleaned it all up.
"You did good," I told her.
"Your slit is wet," Racel said matter of factly.
"lol, yeah, when someone plays with it, it gets wet, sorry," I replied.
"So when I rub salve on your pussy and butt hole, your going to get wet? She asked.
"Well, yeah, probably," I replied, embarrassed.
"Cool!" she replied excitedly
OK, on your knees, it's salve time," Rachel said, smiling ear to ear.
Rachel applied the save to my naughty bits three times a day, every time getting more and more sensual. She started dipping her finger in my wet slot, gently rubbing my clit, and I would catch her sucking her finger afterward. Her finger would gently roll around my rosebud and gently dip inside, and she would leave me moaning for more. The day arrived when I felt her tongue split the lips of my vulva and dig into my clit.
"Oh God, Rachel, yes, suck my clit," I moaned.
She flipped over on her back, and I lowered my wet pussy onto her face. She squealed with joy as she sucked my pussy juice into her mouth, and her tongue again abused my clit. It didn't take long for her to bring me to an explosive orgasm.
"Oh, Oh, yes, yes," I cried, and my thighs quivered around her face.
Rachel sat up in bed, and I rolled over on my back. I watched as Rachel slipped out of her skirt and panties and returned to bed. I was to reciprocate and eat Rachel's hairy twat. She spread her legs wide, and I crawled between them, kissing her belly before slipping my tongue into her wet gash.
"Oh, oh," she moaned as my tongue probed her virgin pussy for her clit.
When I licked her clit for the first time, it was as if a switch was flicked and electricity flowed through her body. Rachel's body withered under my spell as I licked and sucked his clit. I couldn't resist slipping a finger up her virgin fuck slot, and It gripped my finger for dear life. I imagined a nice fat cock would have a great time in there. Her black bush, which was matted with her juices, revealed a tiny pink pussy, which I happily devoured. Rachel withered and moaned on the bed til I brought her to a thundering orgasm. It was so powerful she tried to sit up during it. I gently fingered her pussy as she recovered. Over the next two weeks, we had sex almost every day, Rachel finding times when her mom was busy to visit my room.
I stayed at their house for three weeks, my body healed from my porn film debut. I figured it was time to continue my journey, so I announced I was leaving at dinner one night. May wouldn't take any money from me for my stay, and a sad Rachel and I had one more night of hot sex before I departed. The experience taught me that I was bi-sexual, something I discounted after the times with Finn and the girls in the hostel. After my last breakfast at May's, I packed and headed for the train station. My destination was Hungary, which is a relatively long train ride. I had arranged for a sleeper car as a precaution against meeting any unsavory people. I boarded the train, which I noticed was quite full, primarily young men. I was very happy I'd arranged for a sleeper car.
I stowed my gear into my compartment, grabbed my book, took a seat, and began to read. My car was pretty full of people, so I felt relatively safe. When the train left the station, my car was full, and a young man took the last seat next to me. He was tall, blond, and handsome. I imagined that, in his late twenties, he would smile warmly at me.
"Good morning, fraulein," he said softly.
"Good morning," I returned with a big smile.
For a while, I read while he had his earbuds in, and then he removed them.
"Where is your destination? Fraulein," He asked softly.
"I'm traveling to Hungary," I answered, closing my book.
"Ah, I am going there also," He said with a warm smile.
"My name is Hans," he said, extending his hand.
"My name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becca," I responded as he crushed my hand in his grip.
Hans started telling his story to me. He was in the military, and a few dozen of his fellow soldiers were heading back home after some military training. He said he was single but always looking for a future wife. I blushed slightly. I told him I was backpacking across Europe for the summer and I was from the U.S.A. We spent the next few hours talking about travels and family, and I looked at my watch, noticing it was lunchtime.
"I'm going to the service car and get some lunch," I announced, standing up.
"May I join you, Fraueiln?" He asked politely.
"Oh, yes, of course," I replied.
We enjoyed a wonderful lunch. Hans was funny and intelligent, and he had me laughing and blushing at his stories. Some of his friends approached the table and teased him about how he had found such a beautiful girl to join him for lunch. We returned to our seats, and Hans commented that the worst part of the trip was sleeping in our seats overnight; I told him I had arranged a sleeper. After lunch, I became tired and dozed off, awakening to my head leaning against Hans's shoulder.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I should have gone to my sleeper. It's number seven in the next car," I informed him.
"It's no problem. You looked so peaceful I couldn't bear to wake you," Has answered softly.
I sat up, wiping the drool off my face, somewhat embarrassed. Hans got up and excused himself, returning about an hour later.
"Is everything alright?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, I was just checking in with the boys and making plans for later," He offered happily.
I opened my book and began reading. Hans just looked out the window. People filtered in and out of the car, and I noticed the shadows out the window getting long. I looked at my watch, and it was already six pm.
"I think I'll eat dinner before turning in for the night. Would you care to join me?" I asked.
"Yes, I was hoping you'd ask, he said, smiling.
Hans led me into the service car, taking the last table in the car, right next to my sleeper car. We ordered dinner.
"Would you like a glass of wine with dinner, Fraueiln?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you, that would be nice," I answered.
Hans ordered wine for us, and we began chatting again as the sunset. The wine made me feel warm inside, and my dinner was beautiful, which I polished off quickly.
Well, I'm heading to bed, Hans. It was nice to meet you," I said as I stood up.
"Oh, please, have a nightcap with me before you go," He asked, smiling warmly.
"Oh, OK, I'll have one more glass of wine after I go to the ladies' room," I responded after thinking about it.
"Perfect," He answered strangely.
I excused myself and went to the ladies' room, spotting two glasses of wine on the table. I sipped my wine as Hans talked. I was almost finished with it when I began to feel strange. I began to feel like I wasn't inside my body like I was floating above it. I was looking at Hans blankly. I was awake but felt like a zombie.
"Are you alright, Rebecca?" Hans asked
"No, I'm feeling very strange, like my body can't move, and I'm very spacey," I said, getting woozier.
"Let's get you to your sleeper," Hans said, getting up.
"No, no, let me sit here a while," I said, my vision getting blurry.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to your sleeper?" Hans said, holding my hands.
I began to sweat and feel very hot, my pussy began to itch unbearably. My breathing became rapid, and I could feel my heart beating in my head.
"What did you give me, Hans?" I slurred.
"Come on, let me get you to your sleeper. You're not well," Hans said softly.
"No, that's what you want, that's your plan, I babbled.
"Nonsense, Rebecca," he countered.
My pussy was so uncomfortable I reached under my dress and scratched it, which made it worse. I felt the room spinning around me, and I knew I couldn't stay at the table. I looked around for a conductor or a waiter to help me, but I didn't see anyone. I tried to get up, but my legs wouldn't hold my weight. I planned on crawling to my sleeper, but as I tried to get off my chair, Hans grabbed me around my waist and led me through the service car.
"Leave me alone, Hans," I slurred.
Hans was much stronger than I was, and he muscled me to the sleeper car. We stood in front of my sleeper. Hans opened the sliding door and pushed me in.
Get out of here, Hans," I ordered.
"Don't fight it, Rebecca. You can't stop it now," Hans said softly.
I pounded my fists into Han's chest.
"No, no, no, I don't want to do this. I don't want to be fucked by your friends," I cried.
"Rebecca, none of them will hurt you. It will be OK, I promise," Hans tried to reassure me.
"No, please don't make me do this," I pleaded.
"Ssh, ssh, ssh, let's get you ready. The men will be here soon," Hans said, holding me.
"No, no, no," I cried.
The door of my sleeper opened, and six men walked in, closing the door behind them. Hans turned me toward the men and began unbuttoning my dress.
"No, stop, don't," I sobbed loudly.
Hans slid my dress off my shoulders, and it fell to the floor. He picked me up and put me on my bed, naked men waiting for me. The men grabbed me, laying me on my back and spreading my legs.
Ohh, noo," I begged through my tears.
Hans took off his clothes and crawled onto the bed, his cock long and thick.
"Agh, I don't want to fuck," I screamed.
"Our cocks will make your pussy feel better, Rebecca," Hans said as he crawled between my legs.
Hans pushed his cock into my boiling-hot pussy.
"No, no, umm, umm," I cried before a cock slipped into my mouth.
Both men started pumping their cocks into me as my body squirmed.
"fuck, she's tight," Hans exclaimed.
Hans was fucking me hard, and two men put their cocks in my hands to stroke. The man who had his cock in my mouth stopped and told me.
"Start sucking it bitch,"
I was crying so hard I couldn't close my mouth around his cock. Slowly my head began bobbing on his cock as I stroked two men, and Hans pounded my burning pussy.
Umm, Umm, Umm," I moaned loudly.
Men were sucking my nipples and twisting them, and I was on sensory overload. I was disgusted when I realized I was about to have a colossal orgasm. I couldn't control my body, Hans's cock was feeling good inside me, and the men's attention to my body was more than I could fight.
"Umm, Umm, umm, my body flailed on the bed as I came, the men holding me down.
"Good, it's beginning to take effect. She'll fuck like a little whore now," Hans said, pounding away on me.
"Oh, oh, fuck," The man I was sucking yelled as he came into my mouth, his balls pumping thick sperm into my throat.
"Um, um, um, I moaned, struggling to swallow his enormous load.
Hans got into the action as the cock was pulled from my mouth.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah he cried as he came in my wet pussy.
"Yeah, yeah," I moaned as he filled me with potent sperm.
I wrapped my lips around the next cock and started sucking it. The man fucking me came and pulled his cock out of me, and another man quickly took his place and shoved his cock into my sloppy fuck hole. My head bobbed, my hips pumped as I stroked two cocks, and I realized what a fucking slut I was. Hans told the men they had ninety minutes to get a blowjob and a fuck from me before the next group of six would come in. Each man got to pick my position to fuck in. Some wanted missionary, some doggie, others cowgirl, and a few had me squat fuck them. I fucked every man hard, trying to soothe the itch deep inside my cunt, but to no avail. As I had sex with four men at a time, I thought how proud my dad would be of me seeing this. I grew despondent and started crying.
I was moaning loudly, ready to cum again when the man I was sucking came into my mouth.
"Oh, ya, ya," He cried.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth before I launched into another orgasm that hit me like a tidal wave.
"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, harder," I wailed as pleasure crashed over me.
By the time the first group of men finished with me, I was having rolling orgasms like waves hitting the shore. Some were huge and some small, but they came often. The first group of men began dressing, and the signal was sent to send the second group to go to my sleeper. As the first group filed out, the second group came in, stripped, and hopped on the bed. I immediately had a cock in my mouth, pussy, and both hands, I was a sweaty cum filled slut, and I acted every bit the part. I fucked like a two-bit whore for all the men.
They fucked me, and I came over and over, wailing to be fucked harder all night long. At one point, after swallowing cum for hours, I was thirsty, but there was no water, a man offered to piss in my mouth, so I opened it and drank his salty urine before sucking more cocks. I was the nastiest of whores. I fucked and sucked five groups of six men for god knows how many hours. When the last group left, I just lay on the cum soaked bed and looked out into the darkness, unable to sleep. I watched night turn to day through the window and accepted the truth. I was a worthless slut. I watched as the train pulled into the station. I struggled to get dressed, and walking was challenging.
I waited for most of the people to disembark the train before I opened the door of my sleeper and stepped out into the aisle. An older lady was standing in the doorway of the sleeper next to me and gave me a disgusted look. She was obviously the recipient of my screams and moans of passion all night. I stepped off the train and walked till I found a café, ordered tea and toast, fought a splitting headache, and planned my next move.