Coach Trip with Jack and Dave

Dave, my ex, and our friend, the Rugby team captain, Jack, were off to watch one of the club's rivals playing in a big game, and I decided to go along with them. As there was a certain amount of alcohol expected during the course of the day, and even more after the game, it had been decided we would travel by coach, a journey of around two hours each way.It was one of those balmy, early October days when the sky was more like August, and the air was comfortably warm. I was wearing just a short denim dress which buttoned up the front, and heeled sandals. The coach was not too crowded and the three of us managed to get seats together on the back row, with Dave nearest the window, then me, then Jack in the centre of the five seats.There was a gap of one seat and a well-dressed elderly man was sat in the far left window seat. Back then, the traffic laws in Britain meant all seats had seat-belts but wearing them was not compulsory. Most passengers never bothered with them. On this occasion, though, Dave and Jack were messing around with theirs, twisting them, pulling them out all the way, and finally swapping the ends with each other before clipping the free end into place isvecbahis in the other's locking slot. Somehow they managed to trap me between them, with my arms pinned by the crossed belts. I tried pulling some of the seat belt loose, but they were tangled and it was impossible for me to get any freedom of movement. I laughed it off at first."Very clever," I congratulated them, "now how about unclipping them?"They looked at each other, grinning like schoolboys, then shook their heads."No, I think I like them the way they are," Dave told me, "gives me and Jack something to do on the journey.""It is a public coach," I told them, "you can't get away with the kind of fun we have on our own team coach.""So, you had better keep quiet then unless you want to attract attention," Dave told me.They started undoing the buttons on my dress, taking turns to undo the next. Jack turned to the elderly man near him."You don't mind if we have some fun, do you?" he asked. "The lady does have a safety word she can use anytime she wants.""So long as I get to watch, I don't mind at all," the man told him with a grin."I'm Jack, this is Dave," Jack told him, "and this is Dave's wife, Marie, isveçbahis giriş our sexy cum-slut.""I am George," the old man introduced himself, "and she looks like she is enjoying it."Once all seven buttons were undone, they slid my dress open, pulling the stiff material from the straps until I was uncovered all the way, to the obvious enjoyment of the old chap. Needless to say, I was wearing nothing under the dress, as usual. Hands wandered over me, fingers teasing nipples and stroking my slit."Someone feels rather wet, Dave," Jack announced."Maybe she needs a few climaxes," Dave suggested. "You want to go first?""Might as well," Jack agreed, "we are both going to enjoy her plenty of times during the journey. Legs open."They both hooked a leg around my ankles and pulled my legs wide apart, exposing my wet and eager pussy. Jack's fingers slid easily into the well-lubricated slit and Dave used one hand to tease my tits while the other was busy rubbing my erect clit as Jack finger-fucked me.Maybe it was the added stimulation of being watched by a stranger, but I found myself aroused in seconds and helpless to prevent Jack from bringing me to a climax that took isveçbahis yeni giriş all my self-control to stop myself screaming out loud as I came, and which left me twitching and gasping for breath.A few moments for me to recover and the lads started again, this time with Dave finger-fucking me. As always, the first climax had made me so much more sensitive, and it was not long before I was thrusting up at the invading fingers until I was coming again, Dave covering my mouth with his to muffle my screams.While I was in that dream-like state coming down from the climax, Dave whispered to me, and I nodded approval, not caring as long as it meant more climaxes for me. A quick word from Dave to Jack, and Jack beckoned to George, who was happily sat watching the show. George moved towards us."Enjoying it, George?" Jack asked, getting happy nods in reply. "Fancy a go yourself?"George looked at him, then at Dave. Both the lads nodded agreement."Get down there, between her legs," Dave told him, "and have fun."George kneeled in front of me, hands trembling as he stroked my belly and hips, before sliding his hands between my legs, feeling the tight wetness along my slit, then teasing my erect love button with both hands, smiling as I squirmed helplessly for him.He slid two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out slowly and firmly, while his other hand squeezed my clit before starting to rub it.