1 comments/  57473 views/  2 favorites

Bus Ride

By: Tabukhan



Salma, Nagma, Shilpi and Neha were a gang of 4 girls popular in the college as G4. They were fun loving, brash and aggressive girls. Their pranks were famous in the college and everybody in the college even boys and some of the teachers were scared of them. No one would dare to mess with them.

All of them stayed in Shalimar Bagh and used to take DTC bus to go to their college. Anyone who has traveled in DTC bus in Delhi would know the nature of the crowd that travels. The men would touch and feel any parts of the body of girls, women even old ladies at every opportunity. But with G4 it was different. As they always traveled together and their aggressive behaviour was apparent.

Salma was the undisputed leader of the G4. She was innovative and always came up with new ideas of fun. One day she shared her latest prank with the group. Everyone liked the idea but no one was ready to play the lead role, as it was risky. Finally Salma agreed to play the role.

Next day when they were riding the DTC bus all of them looked around and zeroed in their victim. He was handsome boy of about nineteen. He was good looking but somewhat shy, who would glance at the girls indirectly but would avoid the eye contact. He was standing at the back along with a middle-aged man who was always ogling at all the women irrespective of their age.

The girls crowded near the two at the back. The middle-aged man or Uncleji (as the G4 used to call him) was standing to the right of the boy. Nagma took her position to the left of the boy and Neha stood towards the right of Uncleji. Salma was in front of the boy and Shilpi who was a bit heavy was at the back of Salma. They were standing in a way to allow no room to move for both the boy and uncleji. 

They started chatting and laughing loudly. The boy looked very happy in the presence of four beautiful and attractive girls. But he was at a loss not been able to decide what to do. Uncleji was also very excited. His hard-on was clearly visible. He wanted to feel them but was scared.

The girls waited for their next move. Soon the bus became quite crowded. The girls were chatting with each other. Nagma was observing Uncleji and Neha set her eyes on the boy. The boy was clearly feeling uncomfortable. 

Suddenly Shilpi gave a big push to Salma who collided with the boy. Her face touched his face and boobs pressed his chest. Salma apologized immediately and asked Shilpi to behave. Shilpi innocently blamed the crowd for the push. The boy now red-faced mumbled 'It's ok'. 

As the crowd in the bus increased, Shilpi kept on pushing Salma, who kept on moving towards the guy. Soon their bodies were touching. Salma looked unaware of his miserable situation and continued to chat with her friends. In between Shilpi would give additional push that would make Salma's boobs touch him. He was totally confused. He liked the situation, yet was unable to do anything more.

Uncleji was observing closely what was going on. Repeatedly he would touch his organ, as if to check if it is there. He would rub it shamelessly. He wanted to do a lot more with the girls but was afraid to make any move. So he settled to just observing the action.

The girls kept on observing and laughing at the predicament of the boy. Soon Salma felt the hard-on of the boy. She whispered about the situation to her friends who together laughed out loud. Neha who was continuously observing the boy asked Salma to stop. Salma refused saying the fun has just begun. The other girls were curious to know. 

Every one of them was shocked including Uncleji and the boy when Salma caught his organ and squeezed it gently. He unzipped the pants and cupped the organ with her right hand. The face of the boy was deep red at the moment with shame. He was scared as hell. He wanted to get down from the bus but the girls wouldn't allow him to move even. Salma pressed her boobs on his chest, squeezed his organ and asked him in whisper if he liked it. The boy could not utter anything.

The fun had to stop as the girls had to get down. Salma removed her hand from the organ and the boy hurried zipped it inside his pants.

The girls could not stop laughing even after getting down from the bus. Nagma chided Salma over her brash behaviour. She warned her someday she would find herself in serious trouble. Neha jokingly added that she might be raped. Salma said that it was impossible. All the friends wanted to know why was it so. Salma replied that because she was always in mood and ready for action. All the girls laughed out loudly at that comment.

Salma rebuked her friends for not being as adventurous as she was. She told them that it was now their turn to play the lead role. She specifically asked Shilpi to be the next one. She wanted to avenge for all the pushes that she got. Everybody laughed again. Shilpi refused to play the role. Others tried to convince her to be a sport. It was harmless fun they said. Finally Shilpi agreed to do the part except the last part. The group reluctantly agreed.

Next day they boarded the same bus. Shilpi was quite nervous and her friends were trying to relax her. The boy was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was not yet recovered from the previous day's experience. Nagma noticed Uncleji at the back. He was standing in the same position of the boy. Watching that all the girls laughed out aloud. Salma remarked that Uncleji wanted some action for himself. They laughed again. They asked Shilpi if she was ready. She nodded hesitantly.

Soon Nagma took her position to the left of Uncleji and Neha was at his right. The face of Uncleji brightened with the expectations. He checked his organ and rubbed it. He was shocked when Shilpi took position in front of him and Salma was behind her. He got scared expecting what was coming his way. Shilpi was on the heavier side and not as attractive as Salma. The girls crowded around Uncleji and were waiting for the bus to be more crowded. Uncleji thought for sometime and then excused himself. He got down at the next stop even though it was not his stop. The girls laughed out loud. Shilpi looked relieved but slightly disturbed. She thought that she must lose some weight. Other girls started exploring the crowd trying to identify their next victim. The fun was on.

Bus Ride



What I thought was going to be a little bit of innocent groping on the bus turned out to be much more. But then you never know when these magical moments might arrive, so you must act on every one as if it might turn into something extraordinary. 

I was on the number 5 bus, heading home from work. The number 5 is always crowded at that time of day. Business men take it from downtown to the fancier parts of town where they can retreat into their houses, take off their ties, and unwind from the day. Today was no different, and the bus was packed so tightly that my body was pressed up against several other people. 

The bus driver stopped at the last stop on the way out of the financial district and I groaned, looking at the bus stop and wondering how any of those people would fit into the crowded bus. But the doors opened and a few more people managed to press into the crowd, one of them being a young girl that did not belong on that bus. 

She looked like a college student, young and innocent, and not at all like a business woman. She had long, messy brown hair, and wore a scrap of short blue shorts that barely covered the round firmness of her ass, and a sheer tank top that clearly showed her pert breasts, and the fact that she was not wearing any sort of bra. She was cute, in the way that all young coeds tend to be, and I found myself staring without restraint into her cleavage, as she stared strait ahead into the chest of another man. 

As I have said, the bus was very crowded, and I noticed that it was all men my age pressed in next to this cute young thing, my age being 35. We were so closely packed together that nothing below our briefcases could really be noticed. That thought popped into my mind about the same time as the desire to feel her round, surely firm ass. I must admit that I have been known, or rather unknown, to take certain opportunities to brush up against women on the bus before, playing it off as an accident as I graze their chest with my forearm or their behind with my fingertips. I get a certain rush from them being uncertain as to whether or not my touch was actually an accident. But this time was slightly different. I decided that I wanted her to be sure that I was doing it on purpose. I figured that she would glare at me with distaste and I would remove my hand, but doubted that she would make much of a commotion. 

Hesitating only for a moment, I reached my hand forward and placed it solidly on the roundness of her ass. I gave it a little squeeze, rewarded by the confirmation that it was as firm as I had imagined it, and then left my hand squarely where it was. 

She tensed at my touch, and turned her head to see whose hand was violating her space. She scanned the faces of the men behind her, and then settled her dark green eyes on my gentle smirk. 

Here it comes, I thought, She is going to tell me off... 

But to my utter surprise and amazement she just smiled, her lips looking full and pouty, then turned around again. 

I could not believe my luck. This girl was a little slut, giving me permission to grope her in public. I was not about to waste the invitation, and wanted to see how far I could go before she would make me stop. 

I slid my hand down her ass to her exposed thighs. Her shorts were very short, and lose, so there was not much fabric to cover before I reached the warmth of her flesh. Her skin was hot to the touch, and smooth. I reached my fingers up under her shorts, revealing the curve of her ass to my hand. Again, surprising me, the girl shifted her weight, moving her feet apart and allowing me access to the sweet spot between her legs. I wasted no time and soon my fingers found that she was not wearing underwear beneath her shorts, and she was already sopping wet. I plunged a finger into her tight pussy and began to slowly pump her. 

Of course the motion of my hand was not something that could go as easily unnoticed as an innocent placement on her ass. The man next to me felt the flexing of my forearm and looked down to see what I was doing. His jaw dropped in surprise when he saw that I was fingering this young hottie. He looked around the bus to see if anyone else had noticed yet, but no one had. 

He watched for a bit before giving me a wink and motioning for me to let him give her a try. I couldn't think of a reason why not. After all, she was not my slut. So I removed my hand and allowed him access.

She immediately felt the difference in stroke and turned around to see who was fingering her now. She seemed satisfied when she saw who it was, but her sharp motion had attracted some attention, and now all of the men that were surrounding her were aware of what was going on. 

None of them stopped us though. 

Freed from having to hide what I was doing I reached my hand around to the front of the girl and plunged it down into her shorts. While the man next to me fingered her hole from behind I found the nub of her clit with my finger and began to work it fiercely. This caused her breathing to accelerate and she began to moan. In order to silence herself she reached her head forward and began to kiss the unsuspecting man in front of her. He complied without complaint. 

By now she was writhing and her nipples were straining against the soft fabric of her top. I wanted so badly to reach up and pinch them, but hesitated to release my hand from its prime spot atop her pussy. I nodded to a young man, watching with shock on his face. 

He reached out and grabbed a tit, squeezing it roughly and causing her to moan, kissing the man in front of her harder. This reaction was not enough for the young man and he pulled her shirt up over her breasts, revealing their round pertness and swollen pink nipples. He continued to massage her breast while the man on the other side of me reached down with his mouth and took her other nipple between his teeth. 

By now what we were doing was obvious to the whole bus. Her moans were turning into cute screams of pleasure and I knew that she was about to orgasm. Men on the bus were staring openly, and hands drifted to rest near tents in trousers that were twitching. Some of the women were licking their lips, others had their heads turned away, but no one said anything. 

The man that the girl had decided to kiss was not satisfied with his role, so he reached down and knocked the other man's fingers out of the girl's pussy. He was much faster and harder about fingering her, and the other man, being displaced, found the next available hole, the round tightness of her ass. 

It did not take long before she came, with fingers working each hole and her clit, and both of her tits being roughly handled. She screamed without reservation and collapsed into the cradling of our hands. And it was good that it did not take long, because the bus stopped, and she extracted herself from our grip and made her way to the front, to a cheer of catcalls. 

Of course, the bus didn't know that they were cheering for me, the man who started it all. So I encourage you, the next time an opportunity presents itself to grope a young coed comes along, take it. You never know just how far those little sluts will let you go.



Bus Ride



Ed and Sylvia stood at the bus stop in the costumes they wore to the Halloween Party. Ed's costume was quite simple, all he wore was a raincoat. He wanted his costume to be authentic even if it did mean he had to spend much of the party standing outside trying to cool down. He certainly couldn't take off his coat like most of the other costumed guests, not amid the snooty guests at that party.

Sylvia's costume was a bit more difficult. She had to go to several costume shops before she could find a Brownie's uniform that would fit her 35 year old buxom body. She could have easily found an adult size Girl Scout one, but she had only been a Brownie while growing up and wanted to dress up like one again. Of course the little brown uniform with sash was much more shocking as she stood next to Ed in his raincoat. The empty cookie box added just that much more to the look.

"Well, I'm glad we left early, the way they acted towards us, most of them were just so rude," Sylvia said, rocking back and forth on her flat soled shoes.

"Yeah, I knew our costumes were provocative but you'd have thought I grabbed one of their daughters," Ed replied.

"I always said you worked with a bunch of snobs."

"You know what I think it is, I think we exposed some of their real desires, you know... something burning inside them, fighting to get out."

"Oh come on Ed, not all republicans are pedophiles."

"I don't know Sylvia, the way some of them looked at you I knew they wanted more than your cookies."

"Ed, that's because my boobs were about to explode out of this costume."

"No, I think... there's the bus, you got enough change for the fare?"

"Here you go," Sylvia said, dropping some coins into his hand and then climbing up the steps in front of him. She pushed the coins into the slot and moved into the bus, starting to sit in the first seat she came to. Just as she was about to sit down she felt Ed grab her arm. Looking up she saw him nod to the back of the bus. 

Sylvia followed him noticing that only two seats were taken, both near the front. She giggled a bit, knowing what he had in mind, just not sure exactly how he would play it out. When they reached the back seat she watched him slide in and then pat the seat beside him saying, "Sit here little girl."

"Okay," she replied, bouncing into the seat as innocently as she could.

The bus started up and they rode in silence to the next stop when one of the two other passengers stood up, looked back suspiciously at them and then limped off the bus. The last passenger was just a little old lady staring out the front windshield. The bus slowly pulled away.

"Hey little girl," Ed whispered softly. "Would you like a lollipop?"

"You have a lollipop?" Sylvia responded, playing along.

"Yes I do."

"Where is it?"

"You have to find it," Ed replied.

"Find it?"

"Yes, with your hands," he said, gently taking Sylvia's hands and guiding them to his chest. He carefully slid them into the opening in his jacket.

"Mmm," Sylvia moaned running her hands over his chest, toying a bit with his nipples. "There's no lollipop here, just some hair."

Breathing a bit harder, Ed said, "Well look some more, lower."

"Lower?" Sylvia slowly slid her hand down his stomach, running her fingernails over his skin. She paused, poking a finger into his bellybutton. She looked at him with an innocent smile and said, "Still no lollipop."

"Try lower," Ed groaned.

She ease her hands down lower, sliding her fingers through his pubic hair and then to the base of his cock. Delicately running her fingers up the shaft, she wrapped her fist over the head and said, "Oh my, this is a giant lollipop."

"Well, what do you want to do with it?" Ed asked slyly.

"Umm, suck it?"

"Yes, suck it little girl, suck it."

Sylvia glanced up to the front of the bus and then ducked her head down behind the seat in front of them as she guided his cock out the opening of his jacket. "Oh it is so big, how can I suck it?"

"Just open your mouth wide," he replied, lifting his hips to her.

Sylvia opened her mouth and slid it down over the head of his cock, tasting the bitter pre-cum. Dipping her tongue into the tiny opening, she slurped up all the liquid pooled then and began to suck as her hands worked their way up and down his shaft.

While occasionally glancing up to the front of the bus to make sure they hadn't drawn too much attention, Ed gazed down as his wife's head bobbed up and down on his cock. She felt him toying with her pigtails, pulling them downward each time her mouth slid down his length. She continued stroking his shaft with one hand while letting the fingers of the other move down to his balls and gently squeeze.

The bus then slowed to a stop and Sylvia sat up, leaving Ed's glistening cock throbbing in the breeze. She smiled as the old woman slowly rose and hobbled off the bus. Only when she had worked her way down the stairs and the bus pulled away did Sylvia return to the "lollipop." She moved her head down and forcefully sucked the head into her mouth.

No more teasing now, their stop was only a few blocks away and she needed to finish her lollipop or they'd have to ride on and catch a cab back to their apartment. Her hands moved quickly over his shaft and balls as she bobbed her head, sucking intently. 

After a short while she heard Ed moan and lift his hips, trying to shove his cock deeper into her mouth. Careful not to gag on him, she took him as deeply as she could and then slid back only to quickly slide over him again. Sylvia felt him pulling her pigtails down as his body shuddered. She could feel his cock suddenly thicken and then he came, spurting his warm cum into her mouth.

Quickly backing her head off, she swallowed the thick fluid just in time to feel another spurt splash against the back of her throat. Swallowing again, she held her mouth over the head of his cock and then gently sucked as the last of his cum oozed from the tiny hole. She sat up, dabbing a bit of cum from the corner of her mouth with her finger. She slipped her finger into her mouth as the bus eased to a stop.

She stood up and then walked toward the front of the bus, suppressing a laugh as she saw her husband follow, hunched over to hide what remained of his erection. As she passed seat after seat she heard him ask, "Hey little girl, can I eat one of your cookies?"

She stopped, turned to him and shook the box saying, "Sorry, the box is empty." Smiling, she turned and continued to the front of the bus. Carefully climbing down the steps, she stepped onto the sidewalk and began walking slowly toward their apartment building.

Ed followed her and as the bus pulled away she heard him ask, "But I want a cookie to eat."

"I already told you, I don't have a cookie."

"Don't you have something I can eat?"

She paused, acting like she was thinking hard. "Well, I may have something you can eat, but we have to go inside."

"Oh boy, I hope it's yummy little girl."

"Oh yes, I'm sure you will love it," she replied, taking his hand and leading him towards the door. She smiled thinking to herself, "He sure enjoys this little girl thing. Maybe he is a closet republican." As they slipped in the door she felt him lightly pinch her ass.



Bus Ride



Cross-country commercial bus rides are seldom memorable, except for the pain in your butt and back. After the interest in looking at the moving scenery wears off, these trips mostly consist of long periods of boredom broken only by intervals of confusion over making transfers and anxiety about getting a seat on the next bus. But for me, this pattern was about to change in a very strange and pleasurable way. You do not (and I am not) have to be a believer in the paranormal to know that some strange things can never be explained.

I had been riding all day long and was currently westbound from Atlanta. The bus was perhaps a little more than half-full when we stopped in Birmingham, Alabama for a 40-minute rest stop to change drivers and transfer some passengers. I reboarded after having a smoke and took my right-hand window seat about five rows from the front hoping that the bus would remain only half-full so I could stretch out to sleep. The new passengers filed on board, when a woman who seemed to remind me of someone entered. All of the double seats already had at least one occupant, and as she surveyed the available seating, our eyes locked for a brief instant. She proceeded up the aisle carrying her purse and a thigh-length nylon windbreaker, stopped and asked if she could sit in the seat next to me. As I moved my bag, I pondered—why had she chosen to sit with me? Was I less intimidating—maybe, but there were other seats occupied by only single females? Was I more attractive? Hardly, my full grey beard and slightly overweight frame camouflaged any attractiveness I might have had in my youth. At almost 60, I did present a fatherly figure.

While the interior ceiling lights were on, I surveyed her features. I could not associate her resemblance with any specific memory, but there was a vague air of familiarity. The woman was a brunette; her hair styled in a sort of pixie-cut. She was about five-and-a-half feet tall, dressed typically for a bus trip in jeans, sneakers, and a knit top. I guess her age as early to mid-40s, an assumption I based on the loss of firmness in her breasts (maybe a B cup) and buttocks; there was a slight belly bulge below the beltline testifying to pregnancies earlier in her life. The lights were turned off, and the bus returned to its route. For the first hour we chatted about our kids (she had three grown children, confirming some of my initial assumptions), horses (a common interest), and previous bus-ride experiences. The conversation dwindled and we settled down to nap as the bus droned on into the night.

In her sleep, she made the cutest little coos, gasps, and moans. I wondered if she was reliving a sexual experience. She slept fitfully, unable to get comfortable; in order to give her more comfort, I raised the armrest from between us allowing her to lean against my side. I fell asleep. Inspired by her closeness and the sounds she made, I fantasized graphically in my dreams about feeling her right breast, slipping my hand under her bra to fondle a stiffening nipple. My imaginary musings vanished as we were all rudely awakened by the interior bus lights being turned-on announcing our arrival into Meridian, Mississippi. I noticed that our bodies were in contact from ankle to shoulder, and was fully aware of the heat of her's through my clothes.

During the rest stop, we each attended to our separate needs, and I did not see the woman again until I reboarded. It was a pleasant surprise to see that she had taken the same seat, even though empty double seats were now available. She stood as I slid past to take my seat next to the window. The lights went out as we continued our journey, and she snuggled back against me resuming her sleeping position covered with the windbreaker. I dreamed; I vividly imagined attempting to slip my fingers under the waistband of her jeans. This was difficult with the belt cinched up and her pants buttoned and zipped. I took to tracing the outline of her pussy lips through the crotch of her jeans. I imagined that she enjoyed this as the coos, gasps, and moans continued. Beneath her jacket she silently unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped her pants providing me freer virtual access. My fantasy was graphic. My hand was now inside her panties; my fingers sliding up and down the wet folds of her pussy. I slowly circled her clit and slid a finger into her wet hole.

I awakened as she stirred against me; and "pop", the images of my dream evaporated, but my memory of the fantasy remained. She continued to sleep, but I wrestled internally with the idea of attempting to really actualize the activities I had imagined in my dream. Deciding that my love and faithfulness to my wife were more important than a few moments of illicit pleasure, I pulled my hat over my eyes and drifted back to sleep. But in dreamland my imagination was unrestrained by fidelity, she reciprocated my previous advances by rubbing my cock through my jeans. In the fantasy my erectile dysfunction did not exist, my penis was hard and strong. The entire bus was suddenly startled awake when the bus hit the first pothole in a particularly rough stretch of interstate. I actually did have an erection in my jeans, the first in several years.

Again, the interior ceiling lights came on waking those who were still able to sleep. This stop in Jackson, Mississippi was short, and on reboarding, neither of us chose to change seats. We resumed our positions; she spread her windbreaker as her cover. She was soon sleeping, and once again slumped against my side. I, however, was in a state of confused arousal, and sleep, though I wanted more than anything to return to dreamland, for me came with difficulty. But, it did come. Beneath her windbreaker, we mutually masturbated each other. In my dream, her windbreaker, our clothes, the nearby passengers, and all of the adjacent seats vanished, vaporized into the nonexistence of dreamland. Only she and I, our seat, and the exquisite sensations we affected in each other existed.

We broke our embrace. For the first time I saw the object of my desire; her nudity was beautiful. Leaning back and spreading her legs, she guided me to kneel on the floor to pay oral homage at the center of her womanhood. Her pubic area was trimmed by not shaved, and glistening drops of nectar were visible on her slightly parted pussy lips indicating her arousal, and attracting me like the hummingbird I was trying to emulate. I kissed her nether lips parting them with my tongue. My tongue frenched its way between her labia, down her slit, and into her already sopping wet hole. She urged me to lick her clit. With this extra stimulation, her little organ slowly peeked out and got hard as could be. Running the tip of my tongue back and forth over this tiny pearl caused her entire body to tense and buck. She bit her knuckle to keep crying out as her body shook in spasms as she orgasmed. The juices she released lubricated her for what was to come. My cock was drooling pre-cum. I had her kneel on the seat facing the rear of the bus; I stood behind sliding the head of my cock through the wet furrow formed by her labia. She ordered me to stop teasing and to fuck her. With the crown of my cock at the entrance to her cunt, I stopped relishing the moment, but she could not wait. She pushed her hips back at me just as I pushed forward. The result was a much faster initial penetration than I had intended and that she had anticipated. She yelped at the sharp pain, and I held very still, buried deep within her, until she permitted me to continue.

Dawn always returns us to reality, and so it did as this night ended. The billboards on the roadside advertised Shreveport's casinos and indicated out proximity to the next stop. But Shreveport was my companion's destination, and this knowledge saddened me. I was still nagged by her vague familiarity. Our bus exited the interstate and was soon pulling into the station. On parking, she waited for the overly eager crowd to move past, or was she unwilling to part with me? Finally, she was able to stand and gather her belongings. To my surprise, she leaned close, looked into my eyes, lightly kissed me, and then whispered "thank you". She turned, leaving me sitting there in a bewildered state. Thanking me, for what? All I could do was stammer, "W..whats your n..ame?" "Sandy", she replied exiting down the stairs.

Sandy! The name burst upon my consciousness recalling a cascade of memories from more than four decades ago. It was then that a 24-year old goddess named Sandy had taken the virginity of a naïve 18-year-old in the hay of my father's barn. It was Sandy from my past that Sandy of the bus ride resembled. By the time I regained my composure enough to follow her, she was gone. My bus resumed its westward route. I sat in that same seat more confused and lonely, than a married man has the right to be.



Bus Ride



This is my first story on this site. I appreciate all constructive criticism. Rock On!



Shelly walked up the steps of the bus ahead of me, and as agreed she took a seat in the very back. The bus was never crowded anyway, and today it was practically empty. She sat down and scooted over to the window, an angry pout on her face. I sidled in beside her and set my pack on the seat across from us. When the bus reentered traffic I turned to her, studying her face. She wouldn't meet my eyes. 

"Okay," I said, "Let's see it." Now, she looked at me, anger turning to rage, turning to shame.

"Isn't there something else I can do?" She pleaded. "Anything?"

"We had a deal," I said casually, "If you don't want to uphold your end then I will let Mom and Dad know what you did." I smiled sadistically, "Either way, no difference to me."

"This is sick!" She looked at me with a horrified expression. "What kind of freak are you? Ever since you turned 18, you've been acting like a fucking weirdo."

"Look, it sounds like you have made up your mind, and that is fine with me." I stood, reaching for my pack, intending to take a seat forward in the bus. She grabbed my skirt.

"Karma, wait," her shaky hand released my skirt when she saw I was listening. "Okay, okay, I'll do it. But why here, on a bus?"

"To add to the excitement, to show you how bad you fucked up and how much power a few pictures I took can give me over you. And, I guess as payback for all the times you narced on me." I sat back down and turned to her. "Now, let's see it."

Closing her eyes, and with shaky hands, she lifted her skirt, shifting from one butt cheek to the other so it was over her hips. Her shiny, twenty year old, beautifully waxed pussy sparkled in the dingy light pouring through the window, she wasn't supposed to wear panties.

"Spread 'em wider," I commanded. She did. "Play with it, get it real wet." Mortified, eyes still closed, she moved an unsteady hand down and started to play with her pussy. I looked around, no one would ever suspect what was happening back here. I watched her fiddle around with herself, teasing her clit. I could feel my own pussy getting excited, starting to moisten up. I turned and reached for my pack, setting it in my lap. Shelly opened her eyes to see what I was doing but quickly shut them again when she saw me smile at her, blood rushing to her already rosy cheeks. I retrieved my camera from a side pocket and stashed it next to me on the seat, putting my pack on the floor. I watched Shelly for a few more minutes, getting hornier and hornier. The bus plodded along, making occasional stops, but mostly it was the few passengers getting off. Soon, there would be no stops for about thirty minutes as we traveled from one suburb to the next.

"How's it going? You wet yet," I asked.

Shelly slid her finger up her crack, "Not yet," She sounded disgusted with herself. We rode along a few more minutes and I sat there watching her play with herself. She slid her finger again, testing her wetness, and the tip easily poked inside a little bit, "Now I am," she said.

"Let me see that finger." She held it up for me and I took her wrist pulling the finger to my mouth sucking on it. "Mmmm, big sis, you taste good." I ran my own finger along her crack, dipping the tip inside. Shelly squirmed, but didn't protest. I stuck it in my mouth.

"Is that enough?" She asked, starting to pull her skirt down.

"No, no, my sweet. You keep doing what you were doing. We have a ways to go yet."

She made a disgusted sound and returned to her ministrations. I watched her masturbate, getting so aroused that it was impossible for me not to move a hand under my skirt. My dripping pussy sighed when my fingers started rubbing. In less than a minute I felt an orgasm rushing at me, my eyes glued to my big sister as she rubbed herself. I came, going rigid and slack at the same time, shoving a finger in my pussy so I could feel it contract around it. The rush slowly ebbed and I withdrew my finger, savoring the taste of my come and dipped two fingers in again to taste some more. Shelly was staring at me.

"Did you just come?" she asked, disbelief written on her face.

"I sure did, sis," I answered, breathing heavy.

"How did you do that so fast?" 

"You, my dear, are a sexy bitch and watching you play with yourself is incredibly erotic." I took another taste of my come.

"But, I am your sister. How can that turn you on?" She sounded truly baffled.

"Honestly, it doesn't bother me at all, it heightens it. We are sisters, we're not going to breed. I'm not going to tell any one about this, I'm positive you won't." I smiled at her, "It's just sex. Pure and simple. Naked flesh, fingers, tongues and orgasms. That's it."

"Well, I find it completely anticlimactic, immoral and disturbing. There is no way I could orgasm from this, and that you can says to me that you are fucked up in the head." She said all this, but her fingers never quit giving her pussy attention. I didn't point that out.

"Oh, I bet you could, if you weren't such a prude. You wax your pussy, obviously you have some sexual desire."

"I have plenty of sexual desire, just not with my extortionist sister," she blurted, defensively.

"So your desire might then be limited to the bedroom, and your clumsy boyfriend, with the lights off in the Missionary position?" I was goading her, but it was fun. I knew my argument was ludicrous, but I enjoyed getting her worked up.

"Are you serious?" she asked , incredulously, "You think because I won't come on the back of a city bus while my incestuous, blackmailing sister watches means I am a prude?" She was getting fired up now.

I tried to diffuse the situation a little, "All I'm saying is, you could enjoy the situation for what it is, and get as much out of it as you can." That was weak too.

"I feel like this is a sort of rape."

"You are free to go at any time," I countered.

"And then you show off your pictures," she parried.

"Well, true, but it's not like I don't have legitimate grievances as well." 

"Agreed, but why not ask for money, or clothes or...anything else. Why this?" She looked down, indicating her fingers, still rubbing her clit and, I noticed, one had slipped inside her.

Time for a skeleton to come out of the closet, "Shelly," I said, "I have always had a crush on you, always thought you were so beautiful. I always dreamed of being your 'husband' and living happily ever after." I looked away, emotion threatening to choke me up.

Shelly studied me, I think trying to decide if I was being genuine or not. "Well, that's sweet, and what a way to express your love, by forcing me into a sexual situation I would never, ever agree to if I had a choice." I studied the floor of the bus, not wanting to look at her, suddenly feeling a slight tug on my conscience. "Karma, look at me," I did, "I love you too, but not like this, not so dirty, so immoral."

"Then pretend I'm not your sister, just for today, and play along." I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip so easily away. "Just do what I ask, let me live out my 'sick' fantasy and we will never speak of it again." I looked at her, "Fair?"

Her eyes squinted, pursed lips, suggesting she didn't exactly believe me, and her finger still intruded into her pussy. She sighed and her shoulders slumped, "Goddamnit, Karma, let's get it over with." Her eyes were blazing into mine. "What do you want me to do now?"

I smiled brightly, patting her knee, "That's a good girl," I said, adjusting myself so my knee was against the back of the seat and the other leg on the floor, my pussy gleaming and fully exposed. I used a finger to agitate my clit. "Have you ever been with a girl?"

"No," she said, watching my finger, even though her expression said she wanted to look away.

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"No," she said.

"Be honest with me, Shelly. I told you something I swore I never would, so you have that on me. Tell me the truth."

She looked at me, her fingers idly rubbing over her clit and one slowly sliding in and out of her gash. I noticed that it was quite wet under her ass, a dark stain on the seat. "I...," she hesitated, squinting her eyes again, suspiciously. "I have thought about it," she said, reluctantly, "But never acted on it." She turned and looked out the window, her finger plowing into her pussy sped up a little as she shifted her hips. "Are you satisfied with that answer?" she asked, speaking to the window.

"Yes, Shelly," I said, "Now, let me suck on that finger of yours. It's probably all pruned up for as long as you have had it in your pussy." She offered it to me without looking at me and I closed my mouth over it, sucking and washing her savory digit clean. The fingers on her clit sped up as my tongue started to wind around her finger in my mouth. I wondered if she was even aware of this. I pulled my mouth back with a wet 'popping' sound and she mechanically returned the finger to her pussy, easily sliding it in and resuming her motion.

I looked around the bus, no one for ten seats. "Unbutton your top, I want to see your tits."

She spun around and glared at me, started to protest, but changed her mind. Scanning the empty seats, she seemed to come to the same conclusion that no one could ever see. She reached behind herself, under her top and unsnapped her bra, pulling her arms inside her blouse one at a time and slid the loops off of them. She handed me her bra, "Put this in your pack," she said, unbuttoning her top. She undid four buttons and opened it up exposing her shapely tits. She leaned down a little more in the seat, thereby guarantying no prying eyes could see her. I was instantly elevated to the next level of arousal, my pussy demanding more than casual clitoral stimulation. I placed a finger at my opening and slowly slid my middle finger in as far as it would go. I simply gawked at her tits, a c-cup, a 34-36, somewhere in there, silky-white and capped with two pert little nipples. I wanted to squeeze her tits, suck on those little nubs, cover her whole body with my saliva.

"Play with them," I commanded, absolutely no question that I was serious.

Her hand almost instantly pulled away from her pussy and cupped her left tit, lifting it, massaging. She pulled on her nipple twisting it in her fingers until it snapped free. She gave the right one the same attention only this time she cupped it again and lifted her tit up as she bent her head down and swabbed her tongue across the entire top of it, her nipple glistening in it's path.

I was speechless, my sisters ad-lib ratcheted up my tension, my arousal. "I didn't know you could do that?" I croaked, clearing my throat.

"You never asked," she said, dropping her mouth over the nipple of her other breast and sucking on it, holding it in her teeth and pulling it free. She blew on the nipple for a moment then sucked on it again. I could tell she was furiously tongue lashing her little bud, and I happened to notice that her other hand was grasping her pussy, the palm on the clit and a couple fingers stuffing in and out. 

"Well, I like it," I said, a little petulantly. 

"Do you want to lick one?" she asked, a demur look in her eyes, her hand tweaking one nipple then the other, as she waited for my answer.

"What's got into you," I asked, suspicious.

"I figure as soon as I come, this is fucking over!" She spat the last two words. "Right?"

I didn't know what to say. I know I didn't like how she was trying to take control. I could see her angle now: just get it over with, come and be gone. The premise was flawed though. It didn't have anything to do with her coming once and we were even, no, it was going to involve more than that.

"That is 50% correct. As soon as you come and," dramatic pause, "I come."

"Bullshit!"

"That's fair," I said in my best affronted voice.

"Then, you better hurry up, because I'm almost there."

"Can I still suck on your titty?" my best contrite voice.

"Yes, if it will help you," she said, pulling her blouse open for me, turning her head away, looking out the window, her other hand working harder than ever on her pussy.

Nervous, intimidated, hell, scared, I bent down and gently placed my mouth on her tit. I closed my eyes and moaned as the soft, warm flesh, touched my lips and my tongue tentatively began to lap against her nipple. I heard her moan, low and controlled, but I heard it. My passion was almost at critical level and my timidity quickly fled as ravenous lust took control. I sucked hard, grasping it with my hand, flicking the nipple and then biting it. Shelly cried out and arched her chest, sucking air through her clenched teeth. 

"Suck on the other one," she told me.

I leaned over and took control of her other tit, my head half in her blouse, her scent strong and sexy in my nostrils. The top of my head was touching the inside of the arm she was masturbating with and I could feel her rhythm. She was frequently moaning now, my titty sucking obviously getting her worked up. 

"That feels really good Karma," she admitted, in a hoarse whisper.

"What? Are you some incestuous lezbo, now?" I asked, around a mouthful of breast.

"No, this is...," she let out a little squeak as I bit her, "This is gross, but it feels fucking good."

Her head was back against the seat turned to the side, I stuck my mouth on the side of her exposed neck, like a vampire, and French-kissed it, my tongue slathering the soft flesh from her earlobe to her collar bone. My hands moved up and played with her tits. 

"I'm going to come, Karma," she groaned and turned her head so her mouth found mine. We kissed, wildly, passionately, lustfully as her orgasm overtook her. She cried out into my mouth, her sweet breath filling my lungs as I breathed it in. I could hear her hand slapping against her pussy, even over the roar of the bus engine. She stiffened as her climax arrived, letting out a huge groaning sigh, twitching, her tongue frozen in her mouth as mine licked her lips and chin and throat. Slowly she regained her composure and gently pushed me away.

"Let me rest for a second," she said, shaking her head and smiling. Her eyes met mine, "You little bitch, what did you do to me?"

I looked at her, disheveled, flushed, blouse half open and one beautiful tit hanging out, fingers just now coming to a finish, "You did that to yourself, I just encouraged you some."

"I have never came like that, that hard." She shook her head again, "I didn't think it was possible."

"Shelly," I said, like I was talking to a child, "You can have three or four just like that, one right after the other."

Chuckling, she said, "I think that might make me pass out." 

"Well, let's see. Put your back against the window and this leg up against the seats," I patted her left leg. 

"No way, Karma. I came," she resisted. "We had a deal."

"This is part of the deal, I need to come now and this will help." I was being partially truthful.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it. I won't hurt you," I smiled at her but she only stared.

"Now, put your leg up here, and leave the other one on the floor, yes, good. Now scoot your butt down a little. There we go." Her pussy was now fully exposed to me, the puffy, brownish lips were slightly parted, revealing the inner pink. It was glistening and a slippery patch covered her butt cheeks and asshole. I scooted my own ass towards the aisle, sliding my legs under the seat in front, then leaned down so I could put my mouth on her pussy.

She realized what I was intending and covered her pussy with her hands, "No way, you little freak, are you going to do that to me."

I rested my cheek on her hands, looking up at her, the smell of her pussy like an aphrodisiac. "Shelly, what's the difference? You already let me suck on your tits, this is just a different place I want to suck." I batted my eyelashes at her. My arms were folded underneath me with hands by my chin, I started to softly stroke her inner thighs with my fingertips. "If you want this to end then move your hands and let me have my way."

"You are an evil little thing," she spat and removed her hands.

I was staring at her pussy, moving my head so my nose brushed across her clit, which was swollen and popped out of its hood. I kissed her smooth mons, and either side of her vulva, before dragging my tongue up her slippery little crack to her clit.

"Oh, fuck, Karma, she whispered. I couldn't tell if she was angry or aroused.

I licked again, reaching my tongue as far down as it could go, my chin on the dirty bus seat, finding her butt hole and letting my tongue wander around it for a few seconds before poking at the center. I licked up and shoved it in her pussy, then flicked her clit a few times. I looked up to see she was watching me, her eyes half closed, her hands playing with her tits.

"This is so wrong," she breathed, but she pinched her nipples anyway.

I sucked and licked her pussy, moving up every few seconds to give her clit a good flurry of lashings. I was sold on the pussy licking. This being my first time I could never fully understand what all the fuss was about, other than the intimacy of it. I know I liked it when it was done to me, but doing the actual licking was a pleasure factor in its own right. I could never sleep with a man again, at least not solely. I would forever be wanting the distinct privilege of lapping the nectar from such a secretive flower. 

I felt her hand rest lightly on my head, petting me, then pushing down so I applied more pressure to her clit. The action was so erotic it made me cream myself and I could feel my juice flowing down my thigh.

"Karma, Karma, oh fuck...." She absolutely convulsed, thrusting her hips into my face, making it almost impossible to keep my mouth on her clit. Everyone on the bus had to hear her cry out, might even be coming back to make sure everything was okay. I started to sit up and make sure the coast was still clear but her hand tightened in my hair, "No! keep going." I immediately continued my mouth-work, surprised by her sudden use of force. I licked her clit exclusively, giving it as much attention as I could, flicking it from all sides and directions. She quit bucking and lay still for a moment, but I kept going, glancing up at her. She was staring at me but I don't think she could see me. Her eyes seemed glazed, distant, her mouth slightly ajar. All at once, her vision cleared and her eyes were staring deep into mine, "I am coming again," she said in utter disbelief. I followed her through the motions of her hips, the thrusts and dodges, the squeals of erotic bliss. I followed her around until she relaxed and let go of my hair. I gave her pussy a final sloppy kiss and sat up. None of the three people on the bus were looking except maybe the driver, but she could always see in her mirror. 

Shelly lay there, blouse completely unbuttoned, the top of her tits and chest blushed, her breaths coming in rapid succession. She was looking at me, "That was fucking incredible, Karma. Sick and wrong or not, I cannot believe the intensity of my orgasm," she corrected herself, "Orgasms." She sat up and pulled me to her, kissing me deeply, cleaning her come off my face, licking me clean. When she was finished she sat back in her seat and rested. "We're almost there," she said, looking out the window. She moved her hand over and put it on my knee, squeezing it and then rubbing back and forth, slowly working her way up my thigh. I stared at her naked form, thinking about the sex I just performed on her, loving the memory of her texture on my tongue and her smell still strong in my nose. Her hand crept its way up until it ducked beneath my skirt and I felt her delicate fingers glide across my pussy. She turned and looked at me, "You are soaked," she said, dipping a finger into my snatch. I moaned, pulling up my skirt and spreading a little wider. She stuffed a finger in me and used the flat of her hand to gyrate over my clit. After all the sexual tension building in me, my orgasm arrived swiftly and with force. I grabbed the edge of the seat and straightened my legs as the wave of pure pleasure swept me away. Shelly adjusted herself so she could maintain the finger and clit rubbing while locking her mouth to mine. I rode the tumultuous wave trying to focus on my sisters hand on my pussy and her tongue in my mouth, but the two blurred together in erotic confusion. Slowly, the wave receded, depositing me in some paradise where it feels like I'm floating and the horizon is filled with the beautiful panorama of my sisters face. When she saw that I was done, she withdrew her finger and stuck it in her mouth.




Bus Ride



"Mmmm, little sis tastes good," she said, smiling a lovely smile.

"Thank you," I managed, still dizzy.

"Let's get the fuck off this bus. I want you at home, showered and in my bed."

I was certain I missed something, "What?"

"I want to do this at home, lock my bedroom door, get naked and fuck."

"You mean that?" I asked, praying she wasn't messing with me.

In answer, she stood and squeezed passed me into the aisle, her shirt fanning behind her, tits out for all to see. She pushed me down in the seat and spread my legs, kneeling between them and stuck her tongue straight into my pussy. She sucked on it for a few seconds, getting me hot again, then stood. I lay there watching her button up her shirt, swaying with the motion of the bus. "Do you believe me?"



Bus Ride



Brendan had boarded the bus in a little town somewhere along the highway. Basically he was on a hitch-hiking holiday, wandering where the fates took him, but after being stuck in that little dump overnight Brendan decided that the fates were telling him to take the bus for a change.

The only passengers on the bus were half a dozen old biddies, grouped together at the front and twittering amongst themselves. Actually, Brendan was probably a little unfair classifying them as twittering old biddies. They would have classified themselves as mature woman who like to hold conversations with their friends.

Sitting fairly close to the women, Brendan couldn't help over-hearing some of their conversation. They all seemed to be getting worked up about another potential passenger, who for some reason had earned the collective wrath of the women.

When the bus passed a sign telling them they were approaching another little town, one of the women spoke up.

"OK, girls. This is her town. Remember, no-one pays for her ticket this time."

There was a general muttering of assent, then one of the woman raised a query.

"It's all very well for us to agree, Aggie, but what about him?" she said, nodding towards Brendan.

The women turned to look at Brendan. Then the woman called Aggie decided to explain the situation.

"There's a young woman in this town who catches this bus. She never pays for her ticket, always begging for other passengers to do it as she's broke, left her purse at home, hasn't been paid, and so on. And she never pays us back, and we can't really afford to keep paying for her ticket. Time she started paying for her ride, so we'd appreciate it if you wouldn't pay for her ticket."

Brendan was carefully non-committal, deciding to wait and see what developed. As the bus slowed down in the centre of the little town, Brendan glanced out the window to see a young woman waiting.

It only needed one look. She was young and vibrant, fit and healthy, with a figure that any woman would envy. She was also dressed in a manner to emphasise her figure. It was easy to see why she would cause resentment among the other women, especially if she was sponging off them.

Leaning forward, Brendan asked Aggie how long to the next stop after the current one.

"Half an hour," he was told. "Longer if there are any problems on the road."

Brendan sat back and waited to see what developed. The bus pulled up and the young woman waiting hopped aboard. 

"About twenty," decided Brendan. "Knows what she's got and doesn't mind showing it. This is getting more interesting by the minute."

The woman was burrowing around in her bag, apparently trying to find her purse. Then the sob story started, just as the old biddies had forecast.

"Oh, dear. I seem to have left my purse at home. I don't have time to go back for it because you know the bus won't wait. Could one of you help me out just one more time?"

There was a stony silence from the biddies, and the young woman blinked a bit at this. She cast her eyes deeper into the bus and spotted Brendan.

"Oh, sir," she started. "I hate to ask you..."

Before she had finished speaking Brendan was holding up his hand to stop her, while standing and reaching into his pocket.

"Not a problem," he told her. "I'll be happy to help you. It'll cost you though. You'll have to sit next to me and ride along with me to the next stop."

Ignoring the icy stares he was receiving from the other passengers, Brendan strolled down to the front of the bus to pay her fare. Escorting her back to his seat, Brendan winked at Aggie, who promptly looked suspicious and thoughtful.

The bus pulled away and headed on down the highway, the young woman chatting merrily away.

"Hi. I'm Cherri. I don't know how to thank you. Those old women weren't going to lift a finger to help me. I'd have been completely stranded."

Brendan let her rattle on, finding that all he needed to do was agree with everything she said and she'd just keep on going. In the meantime he was looking over her figure and enjoying what he saw.

Once they were out of the town and heading down the highway again, Brendan reached over and tugged at the top of Cherri's dress. He was pleased to see his assessment had been right. Cherri wasn't wearing a bra, nor did she need one. Her breasts were young and firm and quite capable of standing proudly without support.

Cherri gave a startled squawk when Brendan tugged at the top of her dress as the tug was quite firm enough to pull it down off her breasts, leaving them bare to his view. Flushing she hastily covered her breasts again and stood up.

"I think I'd better find another seat," she snapped. "Thank you for paying my fare."

Unfortunately, her standing was just what Brendan wanted, and when Cherri went to push past him his hands reached up under her short dress and pulled her panties down. There was another squawk, but Cherri's frantic grab for her panties was defeated by Brendan continuing to push them well down.

Sliding an arm around her waist, Brendan pulled Cherri onto his lap, while his free hand snaked up to the top of her dress and pulled it down again. Before Cherri could reposition her dress, Brendan had clasped one of her breasts and was playing with it.

The other passengers had heard the disturbance and were turning to see what the problem was. Aggie had the best view, and could see that Cherri's panties were down as well as the fact that Brendan was playing with Cherri's breasts while holding her in his lap.

Before any of the passengers could speak, Cherri did.

"Tell him to stop this at once and let me go," she demanded. "I don't have to let him maul me just because he paid my fare."

"She does have a point, young man," said Aggie, a trifle reluctantly Brendan thought. "You can't really molest her like that.

Brendan's arm dropped away from Cherri's waist, but not to let her go. Rather it slipped down and under her dress and eased between her legs, starting to run over Cherri rather more intimately.

"Actually, Aggie, when I paid for her fare I said she'd have to sit with me and ride me until the next town. All I'm doing now is getting her warmed up so that it will be easier for her when she starts to ride me."

"He did say that, Aggie," said one of the other women. "I heard him and she nodded and sat down next to him. Now she's just trying to not pay as agreed."

The other women were nodding in agreement, looking coldly at Cherri. Agnes was also nodding.

"You're right," she told Brendan. "I heard you say something like that and she did agree."

"I'm sorry Cherri, but it appears that he's only collecting his payment in the way you agreed. You can't really blame him for that. You'll just have to ride him as payment for your bus ride."

"But I didn't mean to agree to this," protested Cherri. "I don't want him to touch me like this."

"Too bad, sweetheart," murmured Brendan. "It looks as though you're stuck. Don't worry. It's only until the next town and that's only half an hour down the highway."

Taking hold of Cherri's dress Brendan pulled it up and over her head, leaving an angry and embarrassed Cherri sitting naked on his lap. Brendan resumed his explorations of her body, ignoring her protests and wriggling.

Eventually Cherri gave up the struggle and sat there while Brendan caressed her breasts and pussy, massaging and teasing her body, causing heat and moisture to gather inside of her despite her own wishes. She didn't even notice when Brendan slipped down his zip and let his erection out.

The first Cherri knew that the next step had commenced was when Brendan lifted her and she felt his cock sliding between her legs and resting against her, pushing gently between her lips.

"Wait," she squealed. "What do you think you're doing? Don't you dare put that thing in me. Aggie, stop him." 

Aggie turned to see what Cherri's problem was. A quick glance showed that Cherri was poised above a very healthy looking cock, and it was preparing to push up into her. Now why on earth would Cherri wants something like that stopped?

"Ah, girls," she called to her friends, "it appears that that young man is about to get his ride. Cherri is asking if we should tell him no."

To Cherri's fury the women gathered around, examining the situation.

"That's quite a sizable cock that young man has," came one observation.

"True. What do you think Cherri's problem is? She should be able to handle it, a woman of her age."

"Quite right. I think she's just showing off, wanting us to see her take it."

"Young man. Stop teasing the poor girl and give her what she wants," rapped Aggie.

Brendan laughed and Cherri squealed as he pressed harder against her, and Cherri found herself being not so slowly impaled. She squealed again as with a last jerk Brendan settled her firmly upon his cock. His hands came up to claim her breasts, and Cherri found herself presented to the other women as a claimed woman. 

Scarlet faced with fury and embarrassment, Cherri sat there, firmly skewered while hands played havoc with her breasts. 

"At least," she thought, "he's not putting on a demonstration by actively fucking me. He'll probably just making a point that he could if he wanted to."

Sitting there waiting for Brendan to pull out again, she became more and more aware of a couple of things. The first was that there was indeed a cock inside her. The second was that the bus wasn't exactly a smooth ride. The result of the second was that every bump and tremor made by the bus, and there were a lot of them, were carried by the first up into her pussy. Brendan didn't need to actively fuck her, she found. The bus ride was doing the job for him.

It didn't take long and Cherri was twisting back and forth, the incessant vibration carried into her by that damned cock were driving her mad. It wouldn't be so bad if they increased in speed and let her climax, but as it was there was just that steady movement constantly stimulating her. Just enough to hold her at an unbearable level of exquisite pain.

"How long are you going to hold me like this?" she gasped.

"Don't worry. I make the next stop to be about fifteen minutes away," Brendan reassured her, hearing her moan in horror.

"Please," she groaned, "I can't stand it. Do something."

"Are you sure?" came the sympathetic query. "I don't mind waiting a bit longer."

"Now! Do it now," she half screamed.

Cherri heard a soft laugh and then she felt as though a pile driver had hit her as Brendan pulled back and then slammed into her. Cherri gave a choked scream and started bouncing frantically against the cock that had started to ravage her pussy.

The rumbling bus wheels had done their work well, driving Cherri almost to the brink of her climax and holding her there, gently vibrating against Brendan's erection. Now that Brendan was driving home forcefully, Cherri found herself quickly pushed over the edge, climaxing happily as Brendan's cock throbbed and gushed within her.

Coming slowly down from her climax, Cherri looked around. The other women were all looking at her and smiling, but she had no idea what those smiles meant. Approval or disapproval? Laughing at her or with her? Gloating or sympathising? Scarlet faced, she looked away.

She looked around for her clothes, spotted them and reached for her dress.

"What are you doing?" asked Brendan.

"Getting dressed. Do you mind?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, I do. We're still fifteen minutes from the next town, which gives us plenty of time to continue our ride, and you won't need clothes for that."

Cherri stared at him in horror, suddenly realising that his cock was still inside her, and even now she could feel it swelling and hardening. She could already feel the buses wheels vibrating up through it and straight into her sensitive pussy. She really did not want to hear Aggie's comment.

"Oh, look, road-works. They're preparing a new surface. Hold on girls, we're in for a rough ride."



Bus Ride



 Copyright © 2014 KingsWoman

For Michael 

* * * * *

Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (16 min/mp3)

* * * * *

I got on the bus. One woman had a bag on the seat beside her. On the seat behind sat a man, a newspaper beside him. The old man moved it when I went to sit down. 

I sat staring ahead. The small seats forced my thigh against his. He sat with his hands above the newspaper on his lap. He wasn't touching himself. 

I wished he was. 

I wished I were not wearing a demure long skirt and a loose shirt that did not show off my cleavage. I wished I were wearing a slinky tight dress, hugging my hips, cupping my soft breasts as snugly as a hand with long fingers. 

I held firmly onto the pole. My hand was moist with sweat and slid up and down as the bus jiggled along its route with my thigh pressed to the thigh of the indifferent old man. My fingers gripped tighter, up and down. 

I wished there were someone at home with his cock standing proudly up for me as hard as the pole. I bent my head away from the old man on the bus, suddenly running my tongue over my lips. My fingers gripped on the pole, the bus jiggled my thigh against his. 

The bus pulled up at a stop. 

You got on and held up your pass in long fingers. Casually, you looked along the aisle at the seats full of people. Your eye caught my eye, which was turned away from the old man. Your gaze moved down my body seated next to an indifferent old man. 

I felt as if my loose shirt had been stripped aside. Your hardening gaze seemed to know the full curves of my tits, my soft hips and shapely legs under the demure skirt. You turned into a seat facing the rest of us. You sat there running your eyes over me, your gaze always ending up in my lap. I pretended not to notice. But I knew you had seen the snigger in the corner of my mouth. 

I rang the bell. I got awkwardly up and went down the aisle, holding seatbacks to steady myself. Your eyes raked me over. Slily you grinned as I passed you. I pretended to frown. 

Next day, same time, we were sitting on the bus. I sat halfway back just below the steps in the bus, by an old woman. You sat facing. Slily you grinned as I passed you to get off the bus. I pretended to frown. 

On the third day, Friday, I dressed to go out. I wore a figure-hugging little brown dress and boots. I sat beside another woman, idly staring out the window. I had chosen the first seat up the steps, the one where you sit up above, as if on display. When you got on the bus, I didn't even look at you. 

I felt your gaze like hands running all over me; over my breasts, a nipple poking into the soft cloth, around my waist, down the muscles of my leg, catching in the zipper of my boot to pull it down. I sat idly staring out the window until I rang the bell for my stop. 

As I passed you, the bus lurched and my hip jerked nearly into your face. Your hands went up, you just stopped yourself from grabbing my arse. We were both sniggering as the bus pulled to a halt. I didn't dare look at you. Your head was down unsuccessfully trying to hide your laughter. 

Monday, in my demure long skirt. 

Tuesday, found a crop top to wear under a cardigan. It was warm on the bus. It was just a natural impulse to throw my cardigan open as you got on, to expose some skin to a light breeze from the open windows. So hot on the bus. We are all panting along on the hot journey home with the bus jiggling and shaking. 

On Wednesday, I miss the bus. 

I stopped to look at a dress in a shop window. It had a fitted waist and pleated skirt. I was wearing a loose shift dress in flowered white material. I wondered if a fitted waist would look better. As I hurry up to the bus stop, I see the bus leaving. 

It begins to rain. I stand at the unsheltered stop, looking out for the next bus. The rain falls in big warm slow drops. It begins to rain harder. I make a move to go back to the shops. A sudden downpour sweeps up the street, soaking all in its path. 

My white flowered shift dress is soaking wet. The cloth clings to my breasts, my waist, my hips, my thighs. My long hair is dripping already. I stand helpless in the pouring rain, raindrops running down my face from my hair. 

A bus pulls up and I get in. I am alone on the bus. Except for the driver who is staring at my tits. The green and pink lace of my bra is showing through the wet white flowered cloth of my dress. 

I slink up the aisle and go to huddle in a seat then I decide I don't care. I sit on the seat up the steps in the bus, on full display. I sit with my back held upright, staring sideways through the rain to where people who have not yet got the bus home shelter in the bars and cafés. I can see the driver looking in his mirror to see me. My hair, my dress, my body are all dripping wet. My face is wet. Nobody can see me cry so it doesn't matter if I cry for no good reason. 

The rainstorm is only getting wilder outside the bus. It gets so dark that the yellow lights pop suddenly on, making it harder to see outside the bus, easier to see me inside sitting on full display with my wet dress moulded to my boobs, my curving figure, the raindrops and tears rolling into the sad downward curve of my mouth. 

The bus judders suddenly to a halt as if the driver had been staring so hard at the green and pink lace showing through my dress that he nearly missed the person flagging him down. I am thrown forward like a rag doll and nearly pitch over into the seat in front of me. Furious, I lift my head. I see you standing, showing your pass in long fingers, and staring back at me. 

Have you also missed the bus? Is this Fate? 

Did you step back when you saw I wasn't on the bus, decide to wait in case I was on the next one? Do you want to see me so much? 

I sit with the wet white flowered cloth clinging to my body, staring first at you, then out of the window. You sit at the front of the bus in the seat facing. 

I know you are staring at me. Your penetrating gaze seems to settle in the deep cleft between my breasts and move up and down as my tits jiggle to the bus's jerky movements. 

I put my leg out in the aisle by me. I put a hand on my thigh as if to wipe some of the rain from my body. 

You tense up. 

I can see the driver's eyes in his mirror, flicking from the road bouncing with raindrops to look at my hand on my leg. I can feel your eyes boring up my skirt, along my thigh to a glimpse of green and pink panty. 

"Oh," I say. "I am all wet. My panties are all wet." 

I lift my head and look into your narrowed hard eyes. 

Suddenly you get up and move to stand by the driver in his cab as he jolts the bus along the rainy road, flicking his glance between me in his mirror and the little traffic that has ventured out in the downpour. I have a sudden fearful thought that you are going to ask him to let you get off the bus. I fear you have recognised the lustful sex-starved slut I am underneath my demure outfits. I fear you are disgusted because I was about to show you -- a stranger on a bus -- my cunt. 

With the bus driver for witness. 

The driver has looked down at your hand on his till tray. There are some notes there. 

"Keep driving," you say, "and I'll give you the same again when we're done." You turn towards me, then turn back and add: "Switch the cameras off." 

Jesus Fucking Christ, the CCTV cameras. In my slut-lust to show you my wet green and pink lace panties, my wet cunt, I almost turned myself into the day's million hit wonder girl on Youtube. 

The blush is going hot and red up my cheeks. 

The flush is throbbing hot up my arse cheeks. 

You swing down the bus to me. I can see your erection already tenting the cloth of your trousers. 

As you arrive full of purpose at the bottom of the steps, I suddenly pull a condom from my handbag. You come to a halt, your face screwed up. "For Fuck's sake!" you say. 

"It's very wet," I say huskily. "You'll need a raincoat." 

You stare and then suddenly you laugh and take the condom. "I reckon this'll be worth the ride," you admit. 

You seize my legs and pull them over the seatback in front of me. My shoes fall off and clatter on the floor of the bus. My bare feet are resting on the fuzzy bus seat, my legs pulled so my arse rests on the bar of the seatback. I have to twine my arms in my seatback to keep my balance. 

Your eyes are running all over me now. Your hands grip on my knees and then slide up my rain-washed thighs which are voluntarily opening to your penetrating gaze. You twist your long fingers in my wet green and pink lace panties. You pull them off and sling them after my shoes, pushing the wet white cloth of my dress right up to my waist. 

Courteously, you stand aside so the bus driver can get a good eyeful of my pussy. A soft dark trimmed strip leads his eye down as straight as the road he is veering all over. 

You kneel in the seat below my spread legs and insert a finger in the already swollen lips of my pussy. 

"Fuck me," you say. "You're wetter in here than it is out there!" 

By now I can only moan in response. I hold tight to the rail of the seatback, my head twisting so that my long wet dark hair tosses about my shoulders and face. My breasts are aching, my nipples hard nodules in the wet lace bra. My cunt is throbbing insistently. I try to jerk my hips upwards, my feet slipping on the fuzzy bus seat. 

You ease your fingers around my hot wet pussy, grinning and murmuring as I moan with excitement. "Yeah, baby, you are wide and wet for me," you say exultantly. One finger probes up inside the clinging muscles of my cunt. I start to writhe and lift my hips. I can't move much for fear of falling from this precarious perch. I'm being driven to a frenzy by the teasing play of your long finger which is sometimes jerked harder into me by the erratic motions of the bus. 

We have stopped at some traffic lights. I twist my head and I see a man standing under a black umbrella staring at us. The rain bounces heavily off his umbrella. His mouth is wide, he is staring through the window to where I am spread over the back of a bus seat with my whole arse exposed and your fingers up in my cunt. 

It's dark outside in the rainstorm. The yellow lamps light the inside of the bus up like a fucking Christmas tree. I am as exposed as the frigging fairy on the top with the fucking tree stuck up my skirts. 

The bus jerks off. Your finger sinks hard up in me. You pull it out and sniff it, then give it an appreciative lick. You unzip your trousers, pull your y-fronts down. Your big dick springs free, standing up proud and hard. You quickly roll on the condom. I stare up into your eyes. They are shining bright with slut-lust. You grin. I grin. 

"Fuck me!" I beg. 

You kneel up and put the head of your big hard cock to my soft soaking wet vulva. You kneel there, staring at me and grinning. I am trying to jerk my hips off the seat rail and press up around your Johnson. I long to throw my arms out, grab your lean butt with both hands and drag you boring deep into my cunt. I can't let go or I'll fall between the seats. 

With a sudden thrust you sink your shaft deep into me. I scream with excitement as I feel you ploughing down to the heart of my bottom. I'm so wet you are like the keel of a boat rushing through the waves, you can sink long and deep and hard into my cresting cunt on your first thrust. 

Rising and sinking, you are thrusting down into me and shoving my arse cheeks hard on the narrow rail of the seatback. Racked out for your pleasure, with the bus driver as witness, I give way to you shafting down into my hot wet hole, rubbing against my joyful leaping clitoris. I come in waves, screaming louder than the rattle of the rain on the windows. My cunt muscles clench on your thrusting cock and you are grunting and pumping harder, your face clenched in satisfaction. The clutch of my sex around your sex shudders in our climax. 

The bus driver steers erratically through the rainstorm, grinding the gears with his foot slipping on the clutch. His eyes flick up to see us in the mirror, then quickly flick back to the rainy road ahead.



Bus Ride



My name is Katie. I am a 30-year-old lesbian and I just experienced the craziest, most fun and interesting bus ride I have had in my life. I was heading to Boston to visit my mother and I was leaving from New York City. I walked onto the bus and I moved to the back where there were empty seats all around. As each stop came and went the bus filled up, but I stayed lucky until about three stops, in right before the big stretch where we will go about five hours non stop, a girl sat down next to me. She seemed sweet, about 20 years old, skinny in spandex that wrapped around her tight ass and sexy legs, her long blonde hair loose down her back. She was wearing a tank top and a blue bra underneath that covered her small, petite breasts that looked around a C cup. She was stunning. I was a little older, but I was in yoga pants and a t-shirt. I wanted to be comfortable for the long ride, so I also wore a very thin, lace bra. My boobs were above average just about a D cup. 

"Hey." She said, she sounded upbeat and excited. 

"Hey." I said, not really wanting to pay her any mind. 

"What's your name? Where you going?"

"Umm I'm Katie, and I am heading to Boston."

"Nice, I'm Michelle, I am heading to Boston too!" She said.

"Wow you are chipper aren't you?" I asked. 

"Yes! I am very. I don't see why people should not be so happy and up beat all the time." As she said this, I notice her boobs bouncing up and down and I start to feel the tingle between my thighs. At the end of her sentence she put her hand on my knee. 

"That is, umm... I nice way to look at it." I said to her, looking at her hand.

"O I am sorry if I make you uncomfortable in anyway. I just am 21, I am happy."

"No, no, you don't make me uncomfortable Michelle, I just umm.. I don't know, I am 30 and I shouldn't..." 

"Hey, " she cut me off, putting a finger on my lips, "I kind of talk a lot when I get around such an attractive and sexy girl as you." 

"I guess I just become a babbling idiot, when I am around a sexy young girl as yourself." 

I was nervous; we were in the back of the bus with no one really caring about who was back here or what we were doing. I was horny and extremely turned on. It had been a long time since I was with another girl. I was caught up in my career and I didn't have time to think about a relationship. This girl though, was just sexy and stunning. 

"Yes, you do babble," she said as she moved closer to my face, "but I find the babbling cute, and sexy." She moved in and gave me a kiss on my lips. As she moved back, we made eye contact and I couldn't resist, I put my hand on the back of her head, intertwining with her long blonde hair and pulling her in and pressing our lips closer. I felt her tongue separate my lips and I reciprocated the action by twirling our tongues together. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so sweet. We moaned into each other's mouths. 

"Wow, that was intense," she said, "I wonder what else on your body is as intense." 

She moved her hand down my neck and grabbed a handful of my breast and she began kissing on my neck. It had been so long, that I forgot how sensitive my entire body was. She moved her hand under my shirt and cupped right over my nipple. 

"Its like your not wearing a bra at all its so thin."

She gave my nipple a little pinch and I let out a moan.

"Shhh, we don't want to get caught back here." 

She put her lips onto mine again and this time moved both her hands on my boobs and pinched my nipples hard and making out with me. I felt my panties started to soak and I couldn't handle it. She moved my shirt up, completely uncovering my boobs for anyone who wanted to look back here to see, it was completely erotic and insane, but I didn't want her to stop.

"Lets keep this going a little further shall me." She whispered into my ear. 

She kissed down my neck, and moved her lips down my boobs and soon was kissing my nipples. Swirling her tongue, licking them and sucking on them. It was ridiculous how turned on I was. Soon she was going to send me over the edge and she was going to do it again. Her hand started to wander down my stomach, and then went under the waste band of my pants. She didn't go under my underwear but instead started to rub my pussy lips over my underwear. 

"Wow, your panties are soaking wet baby. I see I have been turning you on."

I had no response but a low moan, when she was sucking on one nipple and pinching the other while pressing and rubbing on my clit, separating my lips and burying my panties in them. I was moaning and on the verge of having the biggest orgasm of my life. She then pushed me over the edge, moving my panties to the side. For the first time words came out of my mouth. 

"Please, don't stop." I moaned.

She slid two fingers into my tight wet pussy. I was gushing onto her fingers, she was twirling her fingers inside my pussy, hitting my g-spot, using her thumb to rub my clit. 

"O my god, fuck, fuck, don't stop, im so close." I said.

"Shhhhh." She said as she came close and started kissing me again to shut me up. She started moving her fingers more and more, faster and faster. Rubbing my clit harder and faster. And soon I was moaning loudly into her mouth, and tightening every muscle in my body as my orgasm raged throughout my entire body. Causing me to shake and spasm, trying to catch my breath as I wrapped around this stranger on the back of the bus. 

"Final stop, Boston. Please gather all of your belongs and prepare to get off the bus." The conductor said. 

"That was fun Katie." Michelle said, giving me one last kiss.

She got up and I watched as her tight, spandex covered ass walked down the isle and off the bus.