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me. He cupped my breasts, lifted them and squeezing them in his big, manicured hands. I moaned loudly for the first time that day. Being hidden away inside the vehicle gave me the confidence I needed to let it all go.
      Simon played happily with my breast and Paul went to work on my jeans. As he popped the button and lowered the zip, I kicked off my comfy shoes. He pulled the jeans and my knickers down and off my legs. I was suddenly naked, apart from my socks, on the backseat of a bus in some hypermarket car park in France and I loved it.
    Paul lowered his head and held my lips apart with one hand as he stuck out his long, lithe tongue and tickled my clit. Slipping lower, he lapped up my juices.
    “I’ve wanted to do that since I laid eyes on you,” he groaned as he came up for air, his stubble glistening like golden tinsel with the moisture.
    He stood then, and his jeans fell to the floor. He kissed me and while I ground my lips against Paul’s, Simon’s fingers dropped to my waist. One hand slipped into the wetness of my eager cunt. Paul pulled down his boxers. The slight bend pulled his lips from mine, and they sought out the points of my nipples which ached from lack of stimulation. His rough suckling made me gasp as Simon slammed a long finger inside my slick passage.
    “She’s ready,” he said, and with his spare hand, he passed a condom to Paul.
    “Oh fuck, yes, I’m ready,” I groaned as Paul opened it and eased it over his thick erection. Sitting down, he swivelled in the chair and lay down, his head by the window and his feet in the aisle.
    “Take your seat please, ma’am.” Simon slipped his finger from my cunt as he spoke and I eagerly climbed onto the back seat, my knee resting precariously close to the edge of the seat as I lowered myself down onto that fat, inviting cock. I felt Simon’s breath on my buttocks as I sank down and was thrilled to think he was getting such a close look at my cunt lips splitting around Paul’s cock as my pussy eagerly slipped down it.
    “Fuck,” Paul hissed, pulling my full attention back to him. I dropped my head and kissed him, his dry lips stuck to mine as I tasted the sweet bitter lager lingering on his palate. My attention was then pulled back to Simon as his sticky finger rubbed over my arsehole. A moment later the tip popped inside.
    “Shit,” I cursed. “You could have warned me.”
    “That takes away half the fun,” he replied. “Anyhow, I’m only loosening you up for my cock.”
    “Oh, no.” I shook my head. “You’re not going up there without masses of lube.”
    “That’s alright then. I’ve got masses of lube.” He stretched over and dangled a tube in front of my face. “And a condom. Any objections?”
    “No,” I gasped. In fact, I was eager to feel his cock inside me. “What kind of man carries a tube of lube with him on a day trip to France?”
      “A bi man,” Paul growled as my cunt contracted around him with pleasure. Of course, it all slipped in to place then as Simon’s slicked up finger massaged the lube into my anal canal, the action erotic beyond belief.
    “So you do, you know, live together.” I groaned as Paul’s teeth nipped at my swaying breasts.
    “Yes, we do,” Simon said. I heard the crinkle of foil as he released the condom from its packet. “But we find it scares off women if we tell them that from the start.”
    “We’re a double act,” Paul said after his mouth loosened from around my still throbbing nipple.
    “And a bloody good one at that,” I replied. My body was on fire with lust. So many erogenous zones were being stimulated at once, including my often neglected brain. It was funny that in all my time with Darren I’d never been taken by two men. Simon and Paul were my first, and I was out of my mind with excitement.
    Simon’s hairless legs brushed the back of my thighs as he positioned his legs around both me and Paul. The fur of the back of the seat was replaced by hot calf as he leaned