Born into a family with somewhat outdated moral principles, I grew up restricted in freedom, so our courtship took place

Born into a family with somewhat outdated moral principles, I grew up restricted in freedom, so our courtship took place under the shadow of maternal care, which did not allow us to fully enjoy sex. We always lived on the edge, enjoying our sexuality in unconventional places and at unexpected moments, taking advantage of moments of carelessness or inventing opportunities, which, although it is true at times caused us tension, also generated large doses of adrenaline and undoubtedly left us with the best memories. My first kiss, my first breast fucking, my discovery of a penis, my sexual debut, my first blowjob, my anal debut, etc., etc., I remember them in detail, they were unique experiences that we shared at different stages of our relationship, and each one has its own story due to the implausibility of the circumstances, however, that longed-for desire to love each other without risks was always latent. Maybe that's why we always fantasize about our wedding night... a bed, clean sheets, and the solitude of a room without feeling that at the slightest moment someone could arrive, it's that simple, we didn't ask for anything more than our bodies loving each other with peace of mind. Why don't we escape to a place that would give us that peace? That's what I've always asked myself. After a long courtship, the long-awaited day arrived... It was an adventure wedding...we got married with the company of a few relatives, without friends, without a white dress, without a party and without a cake, we were impulsive young people, and we simply planned to escape for a few days to a quiet beach. We signed our marriage registry, we put on a pair of jeans, backpacks on our shoulders and 20 minutes later we were boarding the interprovincial bus that would take us to a coastal area where we would enjoy our honeymoon. We got on, it was a bus with capacity for at least 40 people, located in two rows of pairs of seats separated by a narrow aisle, it was completely packed. Our places were located a little further back in the middle; My new husband sat near the window and I sat in the seat facing the aisle. We reclined the chairs trying to get comfortable because it would be 13 long hours of travel. It was around eight o'clock at night, we had already talked for a long time so we were trying to get some sleep, but the hustle and bustle caused by the bad roads and so many emotions together did not allow us to fall asleep. _PUBLIC AND RISKY SEX IS OVER, he told me as he made me lie down on his chest, I smiled for what I believed was the most accurate comment. I couldn't answer him because at that moment the controller was collecting the tickets, and he also turned off the lights, leaving us illuminated only by the streetlights on the road. With background music coming from the cabin, I closed my eyes determined to sleep, but a soft touch on my abdomen made me shudder, his hand had slipped under my blouse, and was trying to get between my bra, I moved a little as if getting comfortable, we were used to our games, but there were people awake and the murmur of some conversations could be heard behind. He insisted again, now a little more daringly, he lifted my bra up and, fully grabbing my breasts, squeezed my nipples as he pleased; I looked at him challengingly, and he whispered: it's just love, and he pretended to sleep. A few minutes later he again explicitly grabbed my breasts, shamelessly massaging them, I liked that feeling of pretending to prevent his advances when in reality what I wanted was for him to insist more, since we were very hot since we had not touched each other for more than a month as a wedding promise. Giving him ease, I lay on his legs completely relaxed, and he placed a sweater covering me while he pleased my tits that were no longer satisfied with just caresses, I pushed my breasts forward making it clear what I wanted, so pretending to bend down to pick up something from the floor, he sucked my breasts giving me a delicious blowjob that made me sigh, forgetting where we were. When I turned my face towards his pelvis I noticed his already hardened tool, that excited me a lot and I started to fondle it over his pants, but the nosy look of one of the passengers made us stop for a while, letting my vagina throb quickly because of the desire I had. A couple of minutes passed, and feeling more secure, I lowered the zipper of his jeans in search of the throbbing beauty of his sex, I took out my tongue and ran it along his trunk, a shudder made him move his hip slightly as if trying to fill my mouth with his meat, I continued licking him until I reached his glans, I gently sucked that little head, filling him with saliva, licking his frenulum, and making him desperate in his desires. to eat it completely. My lips reached up to the frenulum, went up and down several times, and suddenly when I least expected it thump!! I entered it suddenly, all the way, making him moan softly; Then with gentle movements he took it out and put it back in. I provocatively stopped stimulating him and he, holding me by the head, pushed me onto it again and again. There, condemned to silence, I sucked him until I felt that from sucking his phallus so much my jaws were getting tired and my throat was hurting, but I continued because I liked to stop him. I did it with force and then I slowed down, I increased the pace and lowered it as I pleased, at times I interspersed my hands, grabbing the base and going up to the tip in a coming and going that made a little of her milk distill, which I dried with my lips, so as not to waste a single drop of her honey. Trying to give me pleasure, he undid the clasps of my jeans, put his hand through my pubis, amusing himself with enervating my clitoris, surrounded its hood and shook it from one side to the other, making me shudder again and again. In the midst of so much excitement we heard the noise of someone getting up, I'm sure that one of the passengers next to us had noticed our strange movements and was beginning to enjoy our slight exhibitionism, but I was so eager that I didn't care, in fact I spread my legs as far as my pants would allow so that his fingers could drown in the hot lagoon of my vagina. His merciless fingers entered, exited, slowly rose through the middle of my lips rubbing my clitoris and sank back into my pussy. It didn't affect me at all that in the seat behind ours a child was whimpering, what importance could it have that that curious passenger leading himself to the urinal averted his gaze towards us, if I was in glory enjoying my wedding night. Suddenly there was a noise as if someone was stumbling in the background, apparently it was the guy who had just crossed, but other steps were approaching, they were surely those of the security guard because the lights unexpectedly turned on!! We were completely frozen even more when he murmured: What's going on there? His hand stuck in my pussy, and my tits in the air, were an image worthy of a photograph, added to the frightened faces when they were surprised, he quickly withdrew his hand and threw the sweater over my naked pubis and hugged me, covering my breasts with his body. We stayed still, waiting for the scolding of the century, the one we had not received even from my mother. He stopped at our seats, looked at us, but continued very slowly walking towards the urinals. Uffffff what a relief, I'm sure he also had the soul of an adventurer. Noises...voices...steps...the lights went out and everything returned to normal. After the scare we laughed softly with complicity and I forbade him to touch me again!! well, at least for a few minutes. Again we started with our touching, in addition to the desire we had, it was a highly exciting situation, which was adding to our collection. His lips between mine, sucking, sucking erotically, his tongue running through my mouth, discovering my corners, introducing it to me as if it were his phallus that was penetrating me... my swollen nipples escaping from my blouse... it was enough to warm us up again... I settled down with my face towards the hallway, lying on my side, my pants were open and my sweater was over my legs, his abusive hand went down between my buttocks caressing the line that leads to my vagina and surprising me with frequent thrusts he made me jump, it was delicious and I couldn't resist anymore, I needed his penis inserting me, giving me a beating, to relieve my fever. I didn't know if anyone besides the man from a while ago noticed our work, but we could hear low whispers, which were confused with our heavy breathing. Even so, he took me by the hip, pushing me backwards, how delicious his phallus was looking for my entrance, it was not difficult to find it because of the slippery path; His little head began to sink deliciously but I squeezed my legs to keep him from giving way, he insisted and I let him play alone on the outskirts, because hatefully I was in my most fertile days, and there was no way I was going to allow our plans to change due to a sexual craving, although that craving was really driving me crazy, _we can't whisper... He understood me perfectly and automatically searched his wallet, a condom could do the miracle of continuing to enjoy us, he searched in one pocket, in the other, nothing, he opened the zippers of the backpack either, there was no blessed condom. Go with the desire we had, and having to put up with it Despite that, we continued warming up protected by the darkness, I lowered my pants even more but as it was uncomfortable, I ended up giving myself ways to free one leg and also my thong so I could open it to my liking. I stood on my side and while he drove me crazy with his fingers, he waited for my restless movements to show him the exact moment to walk towards my butt. I perfectly understood his intentions even more when as he licked my ears he whispered: give it to me, little whore, I want to leave my seeds behind... How he turned me on when he called me a little whore, so I instinctively pushed my tail back, and he began to prepare my ring, wetting it with my own liquids to soften the onslaught. His middle finger and thumb massaged slowly but firmly, making lateral movements to widen it, little by little it dilated and yielded to his intentions. He lowered his pants a little as much as the difficult position allowed him, took saliva from my lips and rubbed it over his phallus, I felt him push it up trying to dive into my hole, he advanced gently but rhythmically, letting me feel how my tunnel opened inch by inch until it reached the top. I liked the sensation of feeling skewered, although a little pain inhibited my desire, which I forgot as I stretched my nipples with my hand and rubbed my clitoris with the other. The moisture from my vagina dripping towards my ass made it easier for him to fight to fuck me, nothing stopped us from enjoying ourselves, although we had to do it without the freedom to change positions and drowning out our noises of pleasure for obvious reasons. He attacked me again and again, like a man does when he has a woman who loves sex. With those stimuli my clitoris swelled as much as my obscene thoughts and my heart beat with the same force as my vagina when it exploded in an intense orgasm, which made me arch, killing me alive for many seconds. Several more thrusts made his instrument swell, as if with a light touch it would explode, he grabbed his penis, squeezing it and sinking it again, he stayed still for a few seconds as if he had run out of the desire to fight anymore... Seconds later he pressed me furiously against him, and I clearly felt how his warm liquids ran inside me as if they were expelled by a crackle, we remained motionless while with several contractions he left all its milk in the hollow of my being. We cleaned ourselves as best we could, he kissed me sweetly now, and let me rest in his arms. We had no idea if those around us noticed our adventure, I presume they did, it was almost impossible for them not to notice our breathing, our quiet moans, the sound of pleasure and the aroma of sex that filled the vehicle, but fortunately no one said anything... I guess they quietly enjoyed spying on two crazy people who loved each other under the shadows... At dawn, several curious glances were directed at our seats, at that moment we understood that more than one of us had enjoyed our wedding night in silence. Already at our destination we spent some unforgettable days, we enjoyed what we always dreamed of, loving each other with the sweetness, passion and dedication of those who have all the time in the world to enjoy themselves, their lips on my back and mine on their belly, the foam of the bath and the relaxing massage, sleeping together and waking up embraced, but when I think about my honeymoon, the richest and most exciting memory is without a doubt that of my wedding night...on the passenger bus.