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On The Bus

By: Super_manz



I sat on the back seat of the double decker bus. It was late at night, I was getting home from a tiring day at the office. My female colleagues did not provide any pleasure to help me past my time. None of them had the horniness that I have. I was even beginning to think that they might be lesbians.

The upper deck of the bus was empty. The reason I sat on the back seat was so that I could rub my cock as I look down on women passing by. With the higher view, I could see downblouse if I was fortunate enough. I love voyeur stuff- upskirts, downblouse and women in sexy clothes. It wasn't a very lucky day, there was no one worth rubbing my cock for.

Just as I was about to give up and take a nap, a lady from the bus stop caught my eye. She was wearing a silky blue dress with thin straps over her shoulders. The blouse was low with V-cut down her tits. The dress was tight, gripping tightly to her body. It only covered until half way above her knees. The dress was so clinging on to her ass so tightly that I could see the panty shape from behind.

To my delight, she boarded this bus. As I prayed, I heard her walk up the stairs. Finally, I saw a very gorgeous face and she had long blonde hair tied neatly together. I took a long look down her body. Her tits are so big that they are almost spilling out of her top. Her legs are smooth and very sexy. It turned me on... so greatly.

She sat about 5 seats in front of me. At this moment, I was beginning to turn horny. I moved up, edging nearer to her like a thief. Finally, I sat diagonally behind her. I kept a distance of 2 seats to avoid being spotted. She was reading a book as I stared at her legs. I licked my lower lip as my eyes explore her silky legs. They were smooth and fair. The way she crossed her legs makes me want to just go there and uncross it for her. I stared hard at her strap. I had a fetish for straps. I looked hard at them, trying hard to make them slip down her shoulders. I was getting more turned on when her left strap was slowly sliding. She was concentrating on reading her book that she didn't notice. The sexual feeling was unbearable. I was turning into a wild sex animal. My cock throbbed under my pants, wanting some action fast.

I decided to move up to the seat behind her. Surprisingly, she did not notice. She seem to be engrossed in her book. Upon closer inspection, I realised that she was reading a sex story. I saw her hand put near the area of the dress just above her pussy. She was getting turned on by the sex descriptions in the book.

The left strap was slipping and slipping. As she finally tries to pull the strap back up, I stopped her. I hold her hand and guide her strap down her shoulder. She wasn't wearing a bra. The lady was shocked but was more than willing to co-operate. Then I moved her hand to her right strap and slide it down. Now the straps are hanging by her side. I moved in front of her, getting a full view of her pretty face. I put my fingers on her tits that are spilling out of her top. I licked my finger and slide it over the contours of her tits. She liked the feeling as she gave out a slight moan. It made me hornier. I pull down her dress until her waist and started fondling with her tits. I cupped her tits with my hands, squeezing them there is no tomorrow. The prospect of having sex on a bus made me excited. I used my tongue and move it across her tits. Stopping on her nipples to suck them and bite them. Within seconds, they were hard as rock. She urged me on as I sucked her nipples. Those were the nicest nipples I ever sucked.

"Go down, now... baby." She whispered to my ear.

With a swing off my hand I pulled her whole dress down. I smelt the dress. Rubbed the silky dress on my face before I threw it to the back of the bus. All she had left was a white panty. It was almost transparent. I could see her pubic hair through the panty. It was so silky. I put my 2 fingers on her pussy and moved them up and down slowly. She started to feel it as she begins to rock her head. I pulled up her panty with both my fingers, sending the panty up her crack. She immediately gave out a short scream. Then I loosen it a bit before giving it another jerk up her crack. Her panty is rubbing on her pussy and making her wet. She opened her mouth like she was screaming but did not let out any sound as she was afraid that the passengers sitting on the lower deck might hear her. Finally, I pulled her wet panties down. I smell and licked her panty before throwing it far away.

"There goes your panty, you are naked now." I licked the juices off my lips.

After catching a breath, I went back to work. My tongue stuck into the wet pussy like the tip of the cock touching it. As I licked, my hands wondered up her body, squeezing her tits. My licking action was not stop as was her moaning. She pushed my head into her pussy.

"Lick it! Lick it!" she urged me on.

I concentrated on her cunt, my hands retreated down to join in the rubbing action. It was full force now. With my tongue sliding in and out, biting her clit with my teeth and rubbing the sides with my left hand while my right middle finger goes sliding in and out her pussy. She went into a frenzy, pushing her body nearer. My finger pumped harder and my tongue licked faster. She was on the verge of cumming.

"Make me cum!! Yes.. do it!! I want to CUM!!" She cried out to me as she push me harder into her.

I slid in 1 more finger and bit her clit bringing her to the climax she so desperately wanted. My head went up and down, pushing myself harder to lick her pussy. My left hand rubbed her cunt like it never did. My 3 fingers are now in her pussy. "Yes...fuck me with your fingers!!" She held my head as she said.

"Oh.... oh ...... uh ....... ah....." Within moments, her legs wrapped around my head, she lets off a scream and all her sweet juices flowed onto my face and my fingers. She came .... and came in loads ...... Her cum covered my whole hand.

I did not let her catch any breath. Straight away I unzipped my pants and took my hard shaft out. It has been suffering inside for more than 20 minutes already. Without any warning, I pulled her head to my cock and slid my shaft into her mouth. She was taken by surprise as she was still recuperating from the huge orgasm. However, she got into the action straight away. I pushed her blonde head into my cock.

"Suck my cock now, take it deep." I commanded.

With a nod of her head, I heard slurping sounds. She was doing a great job, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. She took my whole shaft into deep her mouth. She used her hands to play with my balls. She was sucking my cock in such quick action that I am building to shoot already. My hand fondled with her bare body and her firm ass. I spanked her ass as she sucked my cock happily. I pushed my cock into her mouth, harder and faster.

"Suck it!! Cum on .. suck harder... make me cum!!"

She quickened her motion and went in harder. I am building and building, I can feel it.

"Yes .. Yes ... I am cumming ... do u swallow??" I shouted, moving my body towards her.

"Oh baby, anything..I will take whatever you give me!! Cum on me now!"

With just a few more licks from her hot mouth, I took out my shaft out of her mouth and stroked my cock at her face. Suddenly, my sticky white cum came squirting out onto her blonde hair, her face, her tits and into her mouth. I squeezed the last few drops onto her lips. She wriggled her tongue around her lips to take in all my cum. I rubbed my semi-soft cock on her nipples, spreading the cum all over her nipples. She also rubbed her nipple with the cum and sucked the cum off her fingers. Then she put my cock back into her mouth and started cleaning my cock for me. The feeling was great, just like the warm down after a rigorous exercise. I stroked her hair as she licked my cock clean. Finally, we sunk into our seats. My cock still hanging in the air and she is still stark naked. It is so sexy to be naked on a public bus doing what we did. The thrill that we might be caught made our love making more exciting. She is panting beside me, I touched her face and give it a lick.

I got up to look for her clothes. Her panty and dress are at the far end of the deck. As I walked, my cock still hung out in the open. I wrap the clothes around my cock. I took out my underwear and put it on for her. Then I put on her silky panty and zipped my pants up. She put on her dress with my underwear on her.

"Thanks for that... I loved it." Here, this is my name card, feel free to call anytime, I am always thirsty for something sticky juice." She handed her card to me. Upon taking her card, I licked her hand, like I hadn't had enough. I licked it all the way to her breasts and gave her tits a little squeeze and a kiss before I let her go. As she turned, I went down to her ass and gave it a hard kiss and spanked her off. She looked back and licked her lower lip.

"You are a sex animal!! But I like it ..." She said in the most seductive voice. I blew a kiss before sinking into my seat. Maybe I wasn't that unlucky today after all.

On the Bus



This is a continuation of the previous story, "This Morning". Please have a look at that one first, thanks!  I reached the bus stop still feeling rather self-concious. However, all the guys there started checking me out, some subtly glancing and some blantantly stripping me with their eyes. I then started to feel better and more confident.

I thoroughly enjoy guys appreciating my sex appeal and mentally stripping and fucking me, that's why I dress the way I do! I pretended not to notice any of the numerous eyes on me and casually arranged my blouse to show off even more of my firm tanned tits.

The guys who stared openly at me knew that I enjoyed being looked at as much as they did looking, and before long, one of them, a cute guy who looked about twenty came over to talk to me.

He introduced himself as Takeshi and I learnt that he was studying in the same university as I was and was majoring in International Relations. Whilst we were waiting for the bus, we chatted and laughed. Everytime I laughed, my blouse would shift a little till my hard nipples were almost exposed. Takeshi complimented me on my dressing and asked if I always dressed like that. Just to tease him, I replied that sometimes I was even more daring!

After that our conversation started to get rather sexual, and he started to casually touch me, first on my hips then on my waist. I did not resist him at all... ;-) By the time the bus arrived, his arm was wrapped around my waist and his hand was resting on my firm teenage butt.

The lower level of the bus was quite crowded, so Takeshi guided me to the steep curving flight of stairs that led to the upper level of the double decker bus. As I walked up the stairs ahead of him, there was absolutely no doubt that he (and everybody else below me) was treated to the sight of my smooth lips, barely hidden by my super short yellow skirt.

Takeshi, the cheeky fella, even slipped his hands up between my legs, grazed my already soaking pussy and then rested on the bottom of the lovely globes of my ass, and told me to be careful not to fall.

When we reached the upper level, we found that all the seats were taken, so we had to go back down below. Of course everybody on deck one were given another extended beaver shot. Takeshi and I were forced to stand close together. I faced him and the crowd made me press my perfect boobs against his chest. I'm sure he could feel my rock hard nipples poking him through the thin material of my blouse.

Due to the crowd, Takeshi quickly seized his opportunity, as I soon felt his fingers rubbing my cunt. I looked at him in the eyes and parted my legs a little bit more. I closed my eyes and moaned as quietly as possible while he skilfully rubbed my engorged clit with his thumb while he finger fucked my tight teenage cunt in the middle of our bus ride. 

I was close to orgasm when he used his free hand to give my tits a quick fondle and my nipples a hard pinching through my blouse. That brought me over the edge. Takeshi had to keep me from falling as waves of orgasm flowed through me and I bit my lip to stop myself crying out loud. 

He kept his finger deep in me, as I caught my breath just in time to alight at our stop at Sapporo Campus. I wonder how many people noticed our lewd display on board the bus...

After we alighted our bus, I took Takeshi by the hand and led him to a little pagoda in the nearby park. I dropped to my knees and freed his iron hard shaft from his pants. I was pleasantly surprised to see that his cock was about 6 inches and decently thick. I loving licked the engorged head of his dick , then down the shaft before taking his balls into my mouth and gently sucking them. Takeshi groaned loudly in pleasure. I then proceeded to give him the blowjob of his life, rapidly deep-throating the entire 6 inches. I looked up into his eyes as I did this, and could tell that he was enraptured by both the pleasure of the blowjob and by the sight of my sexy red lips stretched around his man-meat.

Not wanting to forget me, Takeshi reached down and yanked my blouse apart, (popping one button) to expose my lovely breasts. He roughly squeezed my tits as I continued to pleasure his tool. He flicked my fully erect nipples causing me to change my position such that I was kneeling in front of him with my knees spread far apart and my tiny yellow micro mini skirt was bunched around my waist.

Before long, he shot load after load of hot cum down my throat, sending me into another orgasm. I cleaned his softening cock lovingly with my tongue, not wasting a single drop of jism. I then got up and opened my blouse wide apart, presenting my funbags to him. I asked him to write his number on them. He took out a pen and wrote his name on my right boob and his mobile number on my left boob. He then finished it off my sucking on my nipples. Wow! I almost came again!

I took out my Revlon lipstick, unbuttoned his shirt and wrote my number on his chest. Then I tiptoed up to give him a deep french kiss. I waved a jaunty goodbye and told him to call me, then I pranced off for my class.  

Along the way, I rebuttoned (one button) my blouse, and noticed that now the slightest movement would cause my nipples to come into view. Hmmm.. thats should make the rest of the day really interesting... I slowed down and my beautiful braless tits jiggled about significantly less. I sashayed the rest of my way to class, wondering what other adventures I would encounter.



On the Bus



Jimmy yawned as he roused from his casual slumber, stretching his arms and his legs the best he could in the cramped confines of the seat. He was so exhausted that his body and mind gave into sleep. Recently he had been working many late nights at the office putting in twelve hours or more each passing day, not to mention the long rides on the bus. The only reason he was even riding public transportation was because his car was in the shop the past couple of days and he hadn't had time to get a loner, so he just had to deal with it.

The bus came to a roaring halt, and he watched as two more passengers hopped on and deposited their bus fare. This is when he noticed that the second passenger ascending the stairs was a gorgeous blond hair woman, no more than 25 year's old. His eyes were glued intently on her curvaceous body as she walked down the aisle, passing the rows of seats. She wore a red dress and matching jacket and purse. The dress wrapped tightly around her form, accentuating her large breasts and shapely ass and her glossy red lipstick complimented her full lips. Her emerald green eyes could pierce even the most righteous of men, making them delve into fantasies of bedding this blonde bombshell!

She walked slowly down the aisle, passing row after row of seats until she reached his. She stopped and turning in his direction, glanced briefly at him, and without a word she took a seat beside him, keeping her attention focused straight ahead. She laid her purse in her lap, crossing her arms on top of it. Her perfume was so intoxicating and sweet, like the smell of flowers on a warm spring day it immediately caught his attention.

Jimmy couldn't stop himself from staring at her mesmerizing beauty and he was glad that only fifteen minutes ago he himself had boarded the bus. What he couldn't figure out was why she chose to sit with him. There were plenty of empty seats all around him but yet she wanted to share his. 

The minutes passed slowly and he still couldn't tear his eyes away from this foxy lady. She sensed his unwavering stare and then she turned and peered into his eyes. He thought for sure he was going to be scolded, like a teacher punishing a student for doing something bad. Instead, to his delight, she smiled at him and then refocused her gaze straight ahead.

By this time his heart was racing and his blood was rushing into his cock so rapidly that he felt light headed. There was a dry taste in his mouth and a lump in his throat. He hadn't had any sex in months and his lust was driving him mad.

Growing very bold, he dropped his hand beside him, resting it between both of them. He scanned the bus in one quick motion and his analysis pleased him. Since he had chosen a seat nearly at the back of the bus no one was behind them and the nearest patrons were several rows in front of them. Being that it was late, very few people were on the bus and the ones that were, weren't a lively bunch. 

His lust kicked into high gear, and he grew bold and eased his hand toward her leg until his fingers touched her bare flesh, just below her dress. She gasped and took a deep breath. This only urged him on and he grabbed her leg gently and she gasped again. She had given him the green light and he started massaging her leg slowly, easing his hand upward til it was even with the bottom of her dress. With a mind of its own his hand slid underneath the fabric and he slowly began kneading the inside of her thighs with his long fingers. Her breathing was more erratic at this point and she spread her legs wide to give him better access. His breathing matched hers and his hand crept up her thigh until his fingers grazed her panties. She moaned in a low tone that he barely heard.

The bus came to a halt startling Jimmy for a second, so he kept his hand still and watched as a few passengers exited. No one else got on though and he continued his manipulations of this gorgeous woman. 

He moved his hand up even more until it rested flush on the material of her panties. She was so wet that he felt her juices seeping through the thin cloth that separated his hand from paradise. He started rubbing her panties, feeling the lips of her cunt. He could tell she was shaven and this really excited him, making his cock rise to full attention, straining against his pants.

Without further hesitation he peeled the thin fabric aside and plunged two fingers deep into her hole. She was so tight but her juices lubricated his fingers and he had no problem sliding them in and out, stabbing her cunt. She moaned even louder but still to his luck, not a soul except himself could hear it. He withdrew his fingers from her juicy hole and she sighed. Her sigh quickly transformed into another loud moan when he found her clit and furiously stroked it with his fingers and thumb, sending vibrations of pleasure through her. He clamped her little rosebud between his thumb and index finger, grinding and squeezing it, causing immense friction. Her moans and groans were becoming louder and less controlled as he never let up. He was very surprised that no one could hear her. The few people on the bus, including the driver, didn't have a clue about their sexual display.

This blonde goddess began bucking very wildly and she threw her head back and stifled a scream as her orgasm overtook her. He diverted his attention back to her hole and felt a flood of juices coat his hand. He plunged his fingers back into her pussy again and fingered her some more, then when she stopped panting and moaning he let his hand rest. 

For what seemed like an eternity they stayed like that, neither of them moving. He wondered what to do next but she answered his question. She grabbed his arm and pulled his fingers out of her pussy and laid it on the seat where it originally was. 

For a third time she looked at him and winked. He almost leaped out of his pants when she laid her hand on his crotch and she let out a little girlish giggle at his actions. He was still hard and she traced the outline of his penis through his pants and then she grabbed his stalk, pumping it. 

With nimble fingers she unbuttoned his trousers and tugged the zipper down. As she freed his cock he silently thanked himself for not wearing any under ware. She grabbed it firmly at the base and resumed a rhythmical pumping motion, up and down. She would stop briefly at the head rubbing her thumb around it and dipping her finger into his pre cum, then resume jacking him off. 

Jimmy knew he wasn't going to last long, and she could sense it from his soft moaning and the glazed look in his eyes. Her hand picked up speed, flying up and down his aching shaft. He started groaning and raising his hips in synch to her pounding fist. He felt his load traveling from his balls, through his shaft, and it spurted out the end of his dick with such a powerful force that the first glob of cum flew up and landed in the empty seat in front of them. The second splattered the floor, and the third and fourth covered her hand. The final shot landed on his khakis. She clutched his softening cock as the rest of his spunk oozed out of the head. When there was no more left she let go of him, tucking his penis back into his pants, zipping them up and fastening them. 

A few seconds later the bus came to a stop once again and she stood up holding her purse and walked down the aisle, stepping off the bus, momentarily disappearing from his sight. He searched the sidewalk and got a glimpse of her vanishing down another street. He turned his head away from the window and looked at all the cum that was on his pants, in the floor, and the seat in front of him. He gazed at his watch and it hit him that the whole experience with this mystery woman had only taken less than ten minutes. He could still smell the faint scent of her sweet perfume and the musky odor of her juice. After that he never saw her again but the memory of her and what took place, would be etched in his mind forever.



On the Bus



I glanced at the couple in the seats opposite me. She was leaning on him, eyes shut and he was staring out of the window. Good. I'd spent the previous night at a gathering of the clans, stoned and chatting to one of the DJs, all brown eyes and flashing grin and sexy Irish accent. As dawn had approached we'd decamped to the cliff edge and made out over the firey trails that the rising sun had tattooed on the water, hands, lips, nipples, cock, pressure here and a caress there, thigh between thighs and urgent movement, but nothing more. I had been soaking wet and about to take him down my throat when his friends came looking for him. Very frustrating. 

I wriggled in my seat and let the soft material of my top slide across my breasts. My nipples sprang erect and I moved again, feeling them rub against the course lace. The friction sent a pang down to my groin. Another wriggle and the seam of my jeans pressing against my clit; some relief, but not enough. Not nearly enough. I pressed my thighs together, and glanced across at the couple. Still oblivious. I positioned myself so that even if he turned around he'd see nothing untoward and slowly moved my hand up my t-shirt, pulling the lace of the bra down and to the side, rolling my right nipple between thumb and forefinger. Surreptitiously, I took my hand out and licked my fingers and then went back to rubbing the nipple, squashed up against my bra. I breathed deeply. I wanted to cum so badly but there was no way I could do more than this. I moved my hand across my breasts and did the same with the other nipple, then both hands on both breasts, turned towards the window in the hope that nobody noticed, writhing in my seat, a little. I groaned a little, forgetting where I was.

I glanced over my shoulder at the couple and saw the man, with a shock of blonde hair and sky blue eyes, looking at me with a startled expression. He hadn't seen anything, had he? I avoided his gaze, and moved as if I was adjusting my underwear (I was) and settled back. Another hour of this and I would be home with my collection of toys. I ran through them in my mind; the rabbit or the g-spot vibrator? I'd certainly be using the nipple clamps.

Thinking about my toys made me gush; my knickers were clinging to my labia and were soaking wet. I opened my legs slightly and could smell the rich almondy flavour of precum. No good. I closed my legs, pressing my thighs hard against each other, feeling my swollen cunt press tightly against my jeans. Not able to help myself, I groaned again. 

The man across the aisle carefully disentangled himself from his girlfriend. "You'll be more comfortable with more space to sleep in, darling," he said, in a tender tone, and came and sat by me. "You don't mind?" he asked me. "You looked like you could do with some company."

Inwardly I was cursing. "Of course," I said, giving one final wriggle. My nipples, still erect, were prominent against my top.

"I couldn't help but notice how hot it is," he said, standing up to open a window. As he sat down, his hand brushed against my breasts. I took a sharp breath as I felt an electric tingle through my body. How could I carry on a conversation feeling like this?

"Oh, I am sorry," he said, and reached over and pinched a nipple. "I couldn't help but notice what you were doing and I wondered if you would like some help with those."

I opened my mouth, unable to speak for some seconds. "Yes please," I said.

He put his hand down my top and cupped my breast, squeezing it softly. "Is this what you want?" he asked. 

"Yes," I said. "Oh, yes, please. Yes"

"It's a bit public, though," he said, "Can't be too careful." 

He ran a finger down the fly of my jeans, and then, as my legs opened, along the seam covering my clit, rubbing up and down. I felt my hips bucking, pressing against his hand. "Oh, yes please," I said. "Please." 

"Best not," he said, taking his hand away. He leaned towards me, his body hiding me from view. 

"Where are you from?" he asked. "What a treat to find someone in this state on the bus! Really, I should know your name, but it's much better like this. Do you want me to carry on?" and he put his hand on my thigh, half way up. I bucked and moaned.  

"Yes," I said. "Yes." 

He pulled the zipper of my jeans down, and slowly inserted an index finger down my opening, teasing the clit. I felt myself throbbing and pressed up against his finger, trying to pull his whole hand down and in. Into me.

"Now, now," he said. "Don't be greedy."

"I want to cum," I said, gasping, reaching for his cock, bulging in his trousers.

"Oh, no, I've got a much better idea," he said, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a tiny travel vibrator. He switched it on and ran it up and down my cunt on the outside of my trousers. I gasped. I had no control left. Some part of my brain wondered about the noise, but the rest of me didn't care. I put my hands back on my nipples and lost myself in the sensation. I wanted more.

He put his hand inside my knickers. "My, my, you are wet," he said, thrusting two fingers up my cunt, circling the swollen nub, squeezing hard. "Do you really want it"

"Yes, I really want it," I said. 

"I can't hear you," he said. "Do you really want it? Do you want me to make you cum?" 

"Yes, I really want to cum," I said, loudly. Two people three rows ahead turned around. "Cum to your house," I added.

"You're going to have to do it yourself while I watch," he said. "I'm faithful to my girlfriend, after all."

I took the vibrator and pulled my trousers down around my hips, pressing the cold steel up against my cunt, slippery with juice. I rubbed it around my lips, feeling the pressure building, wanting more, and then slipped it inside, pushing and stretching my cunt, with a feeling of relief. I pulled my trousers up, crossing my legs to push the vibrator further into me. I felt the heavy weight inside, and waves of sensation like liquid gold radiating out. I put my hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, hips rotating. I gasped. So near, and yet so far. I hung on the edge of a precipice, over the cliff.

"Oh, that's excellent," he said. "Very pretty. Are you cumming yet?"

Some small part of me resented being played with like this. "No," I said. "I like it like this. You're not good enough to make me cum." I smilled at him.

Behind him, his girlfriend coughed. "Darling," she said. I looked at her and she had one hand between her legs and the other rubbing her breasts. "Make her cum. For me!"

He smiled, and leant over and kissed me, one hand sliding down my trousers to finger my ring. Push, push, push, forwards into the vibrator and back into his finger, sliding in and out. I felt the orgasm growin. "No," I said, wriggling away, but every movement I made gave more sensation. "No," I moaned as it grew and came crashing over me like the waves on a beach, repeating contractions, "No," I yelped as I gave up to it and in to it, bucking like a boat on heavy sea and the tides of pleasure and releasemrolled over me and I came again and again and again and again. 

"There," he said. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" and he patted me on the shoulder.

"I've got to do my girlfriend now," he added, and moved back across the aisle. 

"But I've got your vibrator," I said.

"It's yours now," he said. "Watch." 

And I did.



On the Bus



This is my first submission, it's a true story and feedback would be appreciated.

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I had been out drinking with my boyfriend. When we got home, he fell asleep almost straight away, and I'd fingered myself thinking of a story I'd read in which a girl had made herself cum in public on a train. I got so turned on imagining it was me in the situation I decided that in the morning, I was going to make myself cum on the bus home.

When I woke up, I put on the dress I'd worn the night before, a teal mini made of stretchy jersey fabric that hugs every curve. It reaches probably 3-4 inches below my arse cheeks. I'm very slim, but still have a smooth curve to my hips and a peachy bum. My tits are 34a, small but very perky, full underneath with the nipples pointing upwards. I decided not to wear any underwear and the hardness of my nipples pushed against the thin fabric showing a very clear outline. It was a Sunday afternoon in the summer, I didn't need a jacket, so I put my underwear into my handbag so my boyfriend wouldn't know I hadn't worn any when I left his, slipped on my shoes and headed for the bus stop.

On the walk to the bus stop my dress kept riding up my legs making me very aware I had no panties on. I don't think it came level with my cheeks but I kept hiking it down just to be sure. I passed two men I guessed to be around 23, one was looking at my pale smooth legs and the other had his eyes on my still hard nipples. They were trying to keep their conversation going but were both clearly distracted. My dress needed pulling down again as they passed me but I left it, hoping they would turn to check out the view from the back and get another eyeful. I don't know if they did or not as I wanted it to seem innocent.

I got to the bus stop at almost the same time as the bus did so I didn't have to wait. I was disappointed as I was planning to sit on the bench and give anyone going by a good view of my shaven pussy. When I got on the bus I could see the driver staring at my nipples poking out through my dress. I got my ticket and hoped he was watching me walk up the bus to a seat. I'd not pulled my dress down for a while now and my glistening pussy must have been so close to being on display. There was about 6 people on the bus, all men. I didn't make eye contact with any and chose a seat around three or four behind the one sitting furthest to the back and on the opposite side. I didn't go right to the back as I didn't want to be totally concealed, it was the the idea of being caught that was exciting me. As the bus pulled off I put my hand up my skirt, and slid my middle finger along the length of my gash, from the bottom to my clit and back again, just dipping inside. I was so wet already that the insides of my thighs were slick with my juices. I knew I only had about 10 minutes so I got straight to work. Once my finger was slippery I began to lightly slide it in a circular motion over my clit, all the while watching the other passengers. They all seemed oblivious to what I was doing. I rubbed harder and faster trying to make as little movement as possible. I looked out of the window and wondered if the people the bus passed could see what I was doing and if they did, would they have time to acknowledge what was going on before I was out of sight. I could feel my wetness running down to my tight little bumhole by now. I knew I'd be leaving a damp patch on the seat.

I was so desperate to cum I think it was making it much harder for me to reach my orgasm than it normally would. I needed something visual to bring me off, I pulled the bottom of my skirt up with the other hand and just seeing my bare pussy out in the open on this bus did it for me. I rubbed for another couple of seconds then plunged two fingers easily into my hole as I came. I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning and kept my eyes glued to the view of my pussy against the gaudy pattern the bus seat was made of. 

When I looked out of the window I realized the next stop was mine. I wiped my sticky fingers onto the bus seat, pulled my skirt back down as I stood up, pressed the bell and sauntered down the bus to get off. As my dress rode up I made no effort to pull it down, I hoped the other passengers got a glimpse of my wet thighs as I walked past. When I got in I was so turned on I had my fingers inside myself as soon as I'd closed my front door and I was cumming again in minutes lying on the hall floor.



On the Bus



It was a hot summer's day and I was in London. I had been treating myself to some new sexy clothes. It was about time I bought some after years of hiding my body it was time to show it off a bit. I was 32 years old and my divorce had just come through, I had been married to a man who wasn't keen on sex, where as I loved I couldn't get enough. We lasted thirteen years before we split up, thirteen years of very little sex, God it had been hell. I was way past due for some fun and I was determined to find some soon. I just hadn't bargained on getting any today.

Whilst standing at the bus stop I noticed a few young lads eying me up. One of them wolf whistled at me, I blushed, even though I was glad he found me attractive. As they continued to stare at me I could feel myself getting wet between the legs, I hoped no one would notice it though. I was wearing one of my new skirts which was ultra short, only just about covering my shapely ass. I had decided to be brave so I wasn't wearing any knickers underneath it, hoping I could flash a few people, which was something I loved to do.

The bus arrived so I got on, paid and headed to the stairs to go up to the top deck. I'd got to the third step when I felt a hand on my thighs, sliding up towards my shaven cunt. The hand didn't stop until it reached its goal, fingering my wet hole.

Stunned by this brazen assault I looked back and saw a big black man staring at me, grinning. I looked down at his crotch and saw a big bulge in his jeans. By this time I had reached the top of the stairs with him right behind me, his finger still buried deep inside me. I was trying to hide my moans of pleasure from him, but by the glint in his eyes I could tell I wasn't doing a very good job of it. He could tell that I was very aroused by how wet I was.

As soon as he got to the top he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the back seats which were empty. I wasn't resisting him at all due to the fact I was still shaken up by his bold approach, plus I was very horny. I was hoping to get a better look at what his jeans were trying to hide; by the looks of it he was very well endowed.

He quickly sat down and promptly pulled me onto his lap. I gasped as I felt his thick, hard cock beneath me; I ground my ass into him and was rewarded by hearing him moan in pleasure. Quickly he undid his flies and plunged himself straight into my dripping wet cunt, not stopping until he had buried himself all the way in.

"Oh God, don't stop" I mumbled, enjoying this unexpected fuck, in response he started to pump in and out of me, moaning and groaning so I knew he was enjoying it as much as I was. 

As he started to increase the pace I looked around and saw the shocked faces of the other passengers, they obviously knew what we were doing but I was in heaven and ignored them all.

I knew he wouldn't last much longer, I could feel his cock twitching inside of me.

"Wait not yet please, just a little more" I groaned desperate to reach an orgasm before he came. 

I wiggled my ass on his lap, playing with my clit at the same time. He shouted as he came, flooding my insides with his spunk which was all I needed to reach my own climax.

"Yeesssss" I screamed, not caring who heard me.

As soon as we were finished he stood up, did up his flies and walked down the aisle towards the stairs. He looked back at me once, that grin of his still planted firmly on his face, the disappeared from my sight leaving me there alone with his cum running down my legs.

As I sat there grinning like an idiot it suddenly occurred to me what I had done. That wasn't me at all, I never did things like this.

"Oh well" I thought, "I said I wanted some fun, I just got more than I had bargained for".



On the Bus



I was finally headed home. Another day over with. The line for the bus was so long, I was hoping I will be able to get on this bus at least. Not that it matters, what was I rushing home too? There was no one there, just another lonely evening stretched ahead of me. Dinner in front of the TV again. It just sucked being alone all the time. 

Maybe I will stop at the video store on my way home and pick up a porno, I was thinking. I was so horny, it has been so long for me without some male attention. Someone to touch and caress my body, someone to make me moan. It has been just me and my toys, and I think they are getting tired of me. 

Where was this bus? The line is getting so long and crowded. The man behind me kept pushing into me. I turned my head to stay something, then I shut my mouth. I have seen him before on this bus at this time with me. He said sorry, excuse me. I just smiled. He wasn't a bad looking man. Very tall, about 6'3 and lean and well groomed. I have been without for so long, I felt a tingling every time he pushed into me. 

Finally the bus came and we all pushed our way on. No seats of course, just standing room only. I made my way to the back, hoping it was less crowed back there, no luck what so ever. As the bus moved along, I felt a body pressed against my back. I knew who it was even without turning around to look. I felt his hard lean body pressed very close and intimately against my body. The bus made a short stop, and everyone pitched forward. I felt this mans arms come around me and his groin pushed into my bottom. I am not sure if I moaned out loud or not. This was the most contact I had with a man in over a year. My panties were instantly wet. 

When the bus started to move along again, the man didn't remove his arms from around me, I just leaned back into him and shut my eyes. His body felt so good, so strong, so manly. I knew I had to move, and I turned my head to say sorry, when I noticed him leaning down and smelling my hair. He took a deep breath in, and just inhaled and smiled. My stop was coming up, I had to end this now with this stranger, but yet I didn't want to end it. 

I went to ring the bell, and he leaned in close to my ear and whispered softly to me. Stay on the bus, and come home with me, take the chance. I didn't know what to do. My stop came and went, so I guess I made up my mind. 

As we got off the bus, he was holding my hand, not saying a word to me. We didn't even know each others name. Just seen the other a few times at the bus stop. Here I was taking the chance, with a stranger as he was taking that chance with me. Was I that desperate? Or was I just that horny and lonely, I just wanted some much needed attention? Things like this don't happen to women like me. Men don't usually give me a second look. Most tend to enjoy slim women, with perky breast and perky everything else. Someone you can toss around in the air. Not BBW's like me. Not women with curves on curves. Big breasted and very full figured. 

We walked one block and stopped in front of this small house. As he opened the gate, he pulled me in behind him. As he was unlocking the door, he turned to me, giving me one last chance to change my mind. I just waited for him to open the door and lead me inside. Once I make up my mind, there is no changing it for me. I take my chances as I get them. 

As soon as we were inside with the door closed and locked behind us, he pushed me back against it. My hands were at my side and he held them there. He just looked into my face, as I looked into his. He leaned in and kissed me. Not gentle and sweet, but hard and demanding. I kissed him back the wanting more. His body didn't even touch mine as he kissed me. The kiss felt like it went on forever. 

After that kiss there was no way I was going to back out that door and change my mind. He awoke everything deep inside of me, that has been quiet and sleeping for so long. 

He pulled my arms above my head as he leaned closer into my body. I felt the length of him, all tall and lean. His knee came between my legs and wanted in the middle. Spreading my legs wider to let him in. He was kissing me so hard, searching for my tongue. I could do nothing but kiss him back, leaning onto his leg. 

When the kiss ending, he pulled me behind him, taking me up the stairs. He let me go in front of him, and his hands were on my waist. When I was just about at the top of the stairs, he stopped me and put his hands on my ass. Just rubbing and touching me. He had me so turned on and my legs were feeling weak, and I leaned into the top stair with my ass in the air as he was caressing me. My pants were pulled tight against my wide ass. I know you could make out the outline of my panties. 

Next thing I know, he slapped my ass. First one cheek then the other. I just love the sound of that, as his hand spanked my ass. My panties were so wet by now. I spread my legs wider, giving him all access to me right there on the stairs. As I hoped, he rubbed his hand on my crotch. He felt my heat and my wetness right thru my pants. 

He then turned me around, and sat me down on the steps. He unbuckled my pants and slowly pulled down my zipper. I lifted my hips to help him pull my pants down. He pulled my pants and my panties down at the same time. He leaned in closer and inhaled. His face was inches from my wet hot pussy. I felt his breath on me, I waited and watched. I wasn't sure, but I thought he said "beautiful" right before he put his lips on me. 

He kissed the top of my pussy and started to lick on my puffy lips. Then he was licking every inch of my pussy. Holding it open for better access. He face was so buried inside of me. My legs were on his shoulders by now, as he licked me for all he was worth. I couldn't hold out for much longer, I felt it building up inside of me. I was enjoying this strangers mouth on me, and he wasn't stopping until he got me off, I could tell. My body started to tense, and I grabbed his hand and held him there as he got me to orgasm. It was so intense, to finally cum from someone, besides my own fingers and my toys. He didn't stop licking me until he had ever drop. Until I was so sensitive and I had to gently push his head away.

Then he put my legs down and came up my body and kissed me, with my taste still on his lips. He kissed me so deeply. His body on mine, I could feel how rock hard he was. I wanted to rip his clothes off of him and have him fuck me right there. 

He pulled me up, and at the top of the stairs we walked down the hall. Inside his bedroom, he guided me towards the bed and sat me down. As I sat there watching him, he slowly took off his clothes, doing a sexy strip show for me alone. My mouth was watering watching him. What a beautiful body he had, every inch of him. 

He walked closer to me and took off my blouse and unhooked my bra. My breast spilled free, and he caught them in his hands. He was squeezing and touching my big breast all over. Pulling at the nipples, gently twisting. I tried to reach out to touch him, but he gently backed away. He said there will be other times for me to touch him, for now it was all about me he told me. 

His head came down closer to me, and he was kissing me again. Trailing down my face to my neck. As he was kissing down my neck his tongue was leaving a wet trail. He was kissing and licking me. Down until he reached my breast. He licked them all over and was gently biting them. As he was working on one breast his hand was on the other one. Finally my nipple was in his mouth, his wet tongue licking it. He was sucking on me as if to try and draw milk. He mouth was my heaven. He went from one nipple to the other and back again. I was loving every second and everything he was doing to me.

He laid me down on the bed, and reached into his night stand and pulled out a condom. I was on my elbows watching as he put the condom on his rock hard cock. The cock I wanted to badly to take into my mouth and suck him until he came. He spread my legs wide, and touched my pussy to feel me to make sure I was ready for him. He got between my legs and in one motion put his hard cock into my wet pussy. All the while he was looking at my face. Watching all the emotions play out on my face. I seen the desire he had for me on his face. I just couldn't believe it. How hard he was and buried deep inside me and I haven't even touched him. 

He was starting to move his hips. Sliding in and out of me. He held my arms above my head and was looking down at me. My legs were locked around him. He was fucking me and I was loving every second of it. Deeper and deeper he went. Faster and faster. Building up speed then slowing down and then grinding his hips into me. I could tell he was close, I could feel how hard he was getting inside of me. But yet he waited and slowed down. 

Before I knew it, my body was starting to tense up. He knew I was ready. He started to fuck me faster and faster, slamming into me harder and harder. Telling me he wanted me to cum around his cock. That was all it took, I couldn't hold back and I started to cum. As I was at my peak, he moaned and told me his was cumming also. It was so incredible, this stranger making me feel this way, buried inside of me, this beautiful man, making me feel so beautiful also. 

He collapsed on top of me. His sweat mixing with mine. Both of us trying to get our breathing back to normal. He leaned up and looked into my face, with this big silly kool-aid grin on. I hope you don't have plans for the rest of the evening, he said, because I am not done with you. I don't think I will be done with you for a very long long time.



On The Bus



Jeremy walked out of the meeting, it had been one of those long ones. I was pitch dark outside, right on the edge of raining.

All he wanted to do was get home to his east side second floor apartment, heat up some chili and hit the showers before bed.

It was tempting to grab a taxi but the last time he had done that the driver seemed to like to take a lot of right turns.

"Hey bud, I live here in this town, you know." He had finally griped at the driver, getting a wave of the hand in response.

The guy probably didn't speak much English but he got that.

$34.00 for a $20.00 taxi ride, he hated those guys. He could have argued the amount but that time it was about 20 degrees outside and he wanted to get inside.

"I need to buy a car." He thought to himself as he headed for the bus stop.

Which might work if there was someplace to park it that wasn't run by thieves, downtown pretty much sucked since the powers that be had decided bicycles were the future.

Yea, sure, bicycles in Oregon in the winter? They even blocked off sections at the end of each intersection to all the fucking bikes could get in front and block traffic.

Fine for kids maybe but for an executive assistant that had to wear a suit and tie that wasn't going to work.

Then add in that it was 13 miles from the company headquarters downtown to his apartment, downhill most of the way which wasn't so bad.

But that meant it was uphill all the way back.

Besides, it seemed like every damned day the news said someone on a bike got ran over by a car, or one of the buses. 

At the bus stop, all the seating space was full and there were a half dozen kids standing around.

Most them had cell phones in their hands, staring at them and then pushing buttons. Jeremy shook his head at that, the fucking world was going to hell in a hand basket, like his dad used to say all the time.

He was hoping it didn't decide to rain before the bus arrived, the last thing he needed was to get his clothes wet.

Jeremy stuffed his laptop under his left armpit and shifted the oversize briefcase to his left hand, reached back and got his wallet. He pulled out his bus pass and stood waiting.

The bus finally pulled up, Jeremy got on and looked up and down the rows, every seat was full and already there were a half dozen people standing.

"Now what in the hell is going on?" He thought. Normally this time of night the buses were maybe a third full at best.

Oh, right. The fucking concert. Two shows, some big name singer he had never really heard of but popular with the kids.

On the same night as the basketball game, that was smart. No wonder so many people were out.

Jeremy moved back as people crammed on, turning to try and get closer to the rear exit. He knew that by the time they got out to his stop, most of the people would have gotten off and they were like a thundering herd when it was their stop.

He found a gap right behind a rather pretty young woman who was very well dressed, she did not seem to fit in at all with the rest of the riders.

Jeremy knew he didn't fit in either, not in his $500 suit and tie.

Then the damn driver, it seemed he drove with his foot either fully on the gas, or the brakes. Jeremy was barely able to keep his feet, first lightly bumping the lady, then the man behind him.

Finally he shifted his laptop and briefcase to his left hand again, reached up and grasped the overhead strap.

Sorry." He said as his hand touched the hand of the woman in front of him. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"It's OK. Busy tonight, isn't it?" She said.

"Yea, concert I guess." Jeremy replied. Just then the bus lurched again and pulled over in front of the next stop. At least a dozen more people got on, the first one was a huge fat guy that took up most of the width of the row.

He moved back as people leaned over to let him by and stood right in front of the woman, bumping her in the process. The rest crowded in front of him, then the driver stepped on the throttle and pulled out.

He wasn't being any too gentle about it either, the woman got jammed right back against Jeremy.

Jeremy tried to step back a few inches but only managed to step on another older woman's foot.

"Sorry." He said without looking back, she didn't respond. Then he felt the woman in front of him bump him again. Jeremy sighed and tried to just hold still.

At the next stop the woman behind him wanted off, Jeremy turned sideways to allow her to squeeze past to the side exit. A younger couple got on through the same doorway and moved past to behind him.

As he did, he saw the woman in front of him turn to look at him.

She smiled, he noticed again that she was really pretty, so he gave her his best grin. He had already noticed that her hair smelled nice, there was no way to miss that.

"What is that scent, miss? In your hair, I mean?" He asked her, not thinking.

"God. He just asked a total stranger, a female at that about her hair?" He thought, blushing.

She beamed.

"Lavender, I use a bit of it in my shampoo. Do you like it?" She asked.

Jeremy nodded.

Just then the bus lurched again. Man, could this driver use some lessons, he thought.

"Oops!" The woman said, catching her balance as her shoulder bumped his chest. Then she gave Jeremy a smokey look and turned again to face forward. Jeremy shifted his laptop under his arm to get a better grip, reached up again to grasp the strap.

The smell of her hair filled his nostrils, it was intoxicating. His mind flashed to his latest girlfriend Trena. Things had been going so good there, at least from his point of view. But then she decided she wanted to play the field some more before settling down.

Jeremy knew very well what that meant and he was not one to sit back and wait while she tried out other guys to try and figure out which one she liked best.

The break up had not been gentle, there had been some yelling and throwing things. He saw Trena a couple of times after that, with some guy that drove a red Eclipse. His morning bus went right by her place, the Eclipse was parked outside.

A month after that she had shown up at his apartment door, saying she was sorry and she had made a mistake.

Jeremy had just closed the door in her face.

+++

Three months without any female companionship is a long time, when a young man has gotten used to it being regular.

It had even crossed his mind to maybe see if he could find one of the ladies of the evening, but on his salary of $22,500 per year and the prices they wanted it just was not in the cards.

"Executive Assistant" they called him now, quite a promotion from intern. It would have been nice if there was some money attached to the title but there wasn't.

Jeremy's mind was wandering around pretty good, bored with the ride, the bus stopping every damned block to let people on and off.

Plus more were getting on than off now as transfers from one bus to another were piling up, people heading for the apartment sections further out.

He realized the woman now was almost pressed against him, each motion of the bus caused her rather round buttocks to lightly brush him.

Jeremy felt the beginning flush of pleasure flow through his loins. It was almost embarrassing, but he could not move backwards any more.

She pressed back even more firmly, Jeremy saw she had a small gap between herself and the huge man just in front.

Was she doing this..deliberately? The thought caused him to react even more, he let go of the strap for a moment to adjust himself through his dress slacks.

His right hand brushed her right hand, she now stood with her left hand up holding onto the strap, having moved slightly to the right. She had also turned a bit to her right.

Jeremy's laptop and large briefcase hid anyone's view from the left, now with her body turned slightly, she was mostly blocking any view from the right.

He felt her fingers brush the front of his slacks!

Jeremy glanced quickly at the man sitting in the seat next to them. He was older and heavy set, and appeared to be half asleep. Sitting next to him was an older woman he guessed was the man's wife, she was looking out the window.

Her fingers brushed him again, now there was no doubt at all that the pretty woman was copping a feel!

Jeremy had no clue as to what to do or say, he had heard of things like this but it seemed to be men molesting women, not the other way around.

Again her fingers slid up his length, a longer and more firm stroke this time. Jeremy felt himself become fully erect.

"Shhhh!" She whispered, her head turning slightly to glance at him as her fingers fumbled for his zipper.

Then she giggled softly.

He felt her find it and tug, it slid down easily. With both hands fully engaged in holding his possessions and trying to stay upright by holding onto the over head strap, Jeremy was helpless.

My God! Was she going to...?

Her fingers turned and found the top of his briefs, struggled with that for a moment without success, then they dropped down to the fold in the pouch. He felt her fingers touch bare flash as she pressed to pouch open with two fingers.

She found his now raging 7 inches, pushed the head of it downward and drew it out the side. Then her hand wrapped firmly around the head.

She gave him a couple of strokes, just then the bus stopped so she stopped and held him, firmly.

She resumed the moment the bus again lurched into motion, her hand became very busy. Jeremy was sure that everyone on the bus knew what was going on but glancing around he saw that no one was paying any attention at all.

The way she was stroking his full length while squeezing and then releasing was having it's effect, he clenched his buttocks to try and hold back.

"Let it go, it's OK. I get off in two more stops." She whispered over her shoulder.

She didn't need to say that, Jeremy could not hold back now anyway. His body shuddered into a series of spasms as she turned the palm of her hand to catch his ejaculate. Her thumb and forefingers kept up a constant rolling motion as he head of his cock jerked.

Finally just as the bus made the next stop he was finished. She stood calmly and held his softening penis until the bus moved again, then she let go.

Jeremy released the strap and leaned forward to brace himself against her as he reached down with his right hand and slid himself back into his slacks. He tugged up the zipper, reached up and again grasped the strap.

Glancing over to the right, he saw the older lady sitting by the window was now staring at him with a startled expression. Then she smirked and looked away.

The bus came to a stop, the young woman got off the bus without looking back.

She stood there on the sidewalk looking in the window at him as the bus again began to move, a huge smile on her face.

Jeremy saw the flash of a large diamond on her right hand as she brought it up to her mouth and licked it.

"My God, she was married?" He thought.

Then it hit him.

The huge ring was on her right hand.

Turning to try and watch her as the bus pulled away, he saw a big black Mercedes pull up, he got a glimpse of her opening the door before it was out of sight.

Jeremy began to ride the bus each and every day, even going out for an evening meal to kill time so he could catch that same bus.

He never saw the woman again until nearly six months later. 

He was sitting eating his dinner when he looked up and saw her. There was no doubt in his mind that it was her.

She was with a very large Italian looking man, they sat at a table not far away.

She did glance his way, but not a hint of recognition crossed her face.

As Jeremy watched, her left hand reached out and touched the large man's hand. The flash of the big ring, now on her left hand was obvious.

Jeremy smiled to himself, finished his meal and went home.



On the Bus: A Packet of Photographs



"I don't have to ask, do I?" I hear the driver say.

They just get up and go without a fuss. I can't explain it, but I have mixed feelings about that.

We had all just watched them. We had just seen this couple make out on the bus right in front of us! I think that we were still very shocked; I know I was! I think that it was because of my own reluctant arousal, and the fact that I was watching them as they capered along the side walk laughing at their daring naughtiness and the reaction that it caused, that I did not realise that the woman sitting next to me had also got off behind them. 

I swear to you that I tried to call out to her. I tried to be a good neighbour, but the tide of events proved too strong for me.

"Miss!" I had shouted instinctively. 

I hadn't intended to do so, and everyone turned to look at me now. I was very embarrassed. It was as if that sexy couple's misdeeds had been transferred to me! I couldn't stand it. I sat still and said nothing. I am not proud of myself. I seldom am. 

I look at the envelope in my hand and shrug. I wish that I were braver. I wish that I were more like that girl who just left the bus with her boyfriend, or like that punk couple who had got off at our last food stop. I know that that cowboy hadn't even seen me sitting there when he went to those two girls: Becky and her friend, as we waited for the new bus to arrive when we got that flat; nor had that woman who went down on the soldier in the dark last night! I saw them as I walked to the toilet at the back. They did not see me. For some reason, no one ever sees me. I'm just one of the faceless, ordinary, mousy people who walk the Earth. People keep telling me that I have star quality, but I honestly don't know what they're talking about. I just can't see it, but I'm hoping to be discovered in Hollywood. I'm going to be the next 18-year old starlet to come up out of nowhere and set the place alight.

As I think that I feel a sense of self-mocking. Who am I kidding? It was a very big thing for me to change seats when that punk couple left. I celebrated it as a sign that I was becoming more of a woman and less of a timid child. For a time, I had been forced to sit next to a woman who stank of stale sweat and urine. It was hard; but then, my life has always been hard; but I am going to change that! This is why I am here on this bus. I am making a bid for freedom; for something new. Everybody has a story, right? Maybe I will make a great actress after all.

Now, don't misunderstand me, I'm not saying that I want to have sex with anyone on this bus. That would be a bit too new for me and it's unlikely to happen since I've never had sex with anybody before. Before this trip I hadn't even noticed that these things happened on buses. If I were a different type of person I would say that I ought to travel more to see the sights, but I'm not even someone who could make a joke like that stick. No doubt everyone would laugh, but I'm not sure that it would be at the joke.

For a moment I feel another flash of self-doubt. How can someone like me make it in Hollywood where so many others have failed? What if some casting director asks me to have sex with him! I try to stamp down on my rising nausea. Suddenly this does not seem like such a good Plan J. Plans A through I have already failed, or been rejected, and all I have to hold on to is the fact that I'm good at making alternative plans and that I came fourth runner-up in the Miss Burnt Savannah Beauty Pageant. My talent was to act out a small scene from South Pacific. I did the song, the dance and delivered all the lines. I entered that contest on a dare and it has turned out to be the biggest thing that I've ever done in my life. Still, how much is there to do in a town with only three thousand people? How does one move from Burnt Savannah to Hollywood? Will any of my mother's advice be relevant there?

My panic rises again! This world is bigger than I thought. What am I doing on this bus! I have $1,500 and two bags with my clothes and all that I possess in this life. This is all I have to launch a new life. I need to land on my feet. I need to learn quickly. I need a job and a place to stay. What if I can't manage any of that? What if I lose all my things like that woman just lost this envelope?

I try to distract myself by looking again at the envelope and deciding that I will give it to the driver at our next stop. Hopefully the Heavens will smile at my kindness. If my former neighbour wants it back I suppose that she can call the bus company and ask for it. They can then simply find the driver of her bus and he will tell them who to ask in 'Lost and Found'. It was a simple plan and I've learned that those have the most chance of success. Strike two for this trip to the West Coast!

The envelope contains a set of photographs, not money, thank God; since I don't want anyone to think that I am returning money after a stab of conscience, or that there was more there than I have actually returned. I glance at the first photograph and my eyes open wide! Just seeing it has got me excited! My breathing becomes shallow, my clit and my heart pounds. I realise for the first time how much all this sex taking place around me in the bus has affected me. So, this is what arousal feels like! I take careful note of how I feel and what I do. Who knows, I may be asked to play a sex scene someday.

I wait until I calm down a little before looking at the photograph again. I imagine myself as being the woman in the photograph. I see myself as being the woman making love right now to the faceless man who is so clearly powerful and strong. His face is turned away from me in the photograph, but I look at his muscles as he holds his body aloft in a push up, and can almost feel him hovering over me, looking at my face as I lie there naked on my back, waiting to receive him. 

I look around to see if anyone else has noticed the subject matter on the photograph. That seems not to be the case, and I angle my body with my back pressed against the window to protect my privacy as I look at the second photograph. It shows the same woman as the first shot. This time though, she is kneeling with her hands tied to a pole. She looks frightened. She is completely nude. I look at the round curve of her ass and at her flat stomach and at the perky heft of her full breasts and I wish that I were her. 

There is no one else in the frame and I wonder if it was the same man from the first photograph who had tied her to the post. I wonder if this is a real photograph or if this is something staged for some reason. It occurs to me that I should probably tell the driver now to call the police, but I think that it would probably be impossible to tell who this woman is and where this is happening. On tv the FBI investigators would know what to do.

The third photograph has the woman bent over a table. There is an older woman in the photograph holding a cane! It is obvious that she is going to cane that beautiful ass. I feel righteous by focusing on the older woman for a moment. I tell myself that I am not just looking at dirty photographs and fantasizing about being the woman in them. I convince myself that I am doing investigative work to help to rescue her. I am trying to see if there is any clue to her whereabouts. I wonder if the man is watching. I hope that he is!

I brush this stray thought aside and look again at the older woman. She seems familiar and I try to think who she might be. I try to remember the woman who dropped the envelope in the first place. She was middle-aged too. It is all that I can remember, and it occurs to me how easy it is to be faceless. I have treated this woman in the same way that others have treated me. I realise that the only reason that I have noticed anyone else in the bus is that he or she did something to stand out. This is true even though I had promised myself that I was going to watch people to learn how they acted in different situations. I need to do this in case I get my lucky break in Hollywood sooner than my mother expects. In truth, the people whom I remember really were the ones doing something exceptional; making love in a public space yes, but at least they were different. I commend myself for learning this lesson. I celebrate it as a life accomplishment that I realise this truth on my own.

I move on to the next photograph, because I realise that, in truth I cannot identify the woman who sat next to me in the bus. I hope that something in one of these photographs will jog my memory. The woman and the man are making love now. I don't know if that's what you'd call what they're doing. I just know that the man is on top of her and that he seems to be drilling into her. Her face looks pained.

I wonder idly if the photos are supposed to be viewed in a specific sequence. I brush this thought away annoyed with myself. I'm sorry to realise that I can be so voyeuristic but the truth is that these photographs are really erotic. I wonder how I will tell the bus driver about my findings. I can just see myself handing him the envelope and telling him that someone dropped it and that I don't know whose it is. I see myself not being able to meet his eyes. I see him looking at me suspiciously and then looking at the photographs. He will know immediately that I have looked at them also. He will know that I see myself as that woman. He will see himself as that man! He will know that I find the thought of having my buttocks spanked exciting. He will suspect how much I need it! It wasn't until I saw these photographs that I realised how urgent that yearning could be. I long for some relief, but that is impossible so I just lie back and close my eyes and imagine what it would be like if I really were that woman.

I call the man in the photograph, 'Lee'; and he refuses to call me anything but 'Katherine'. I would guess that he is about 15 years older than I am and strict, but he sees something in me. My fresh-faced, country-girl innocence haunts him. His jaded, cosmopolitan life filled with polo ponies and boating needs me. I am the woman he wants, the one he trusts to see his dark side. I am his muse.

I feel myself smile at this thought and I contemplate not giving the packet of photographs back after all. I am frightened. I realise that I cannot leave this poor woman to this fate if she is in genuine danger! I cannot do that! Maybe I could just give it to him when we got to the terminus and then slip away and lose myself in the crowd. 

In the next photograph Lee has crawled between my legs and is licking me awake. I smile as he fingers me in a moment that is forever captured on celluloid. I see myself stirring, awakening from a dream of this sensation between my legs. I see myself spreading my legs as wide as the bed and allowing him to slowly eat me. 

He listens for my breathing to grow. He watches my belly rise and fall slowly. I've always found it hard to pretend to sleep, so this exercise is good practice I tell myself. Eventually, Lee watches my breasts sway from side to side as my body stretches. I try not to run my hands along my body; this is not a showcase. I see his nostrils flare a he drinks in my beauty and the scent of my arousal.

I find that I disappear into fantasy surrounding all the photographs, but my favourite ones are two that I saw somewhere in the middle of the stack and the one that I saw somewhere near the end. They are surprisingly serene and romantic. In the first one Lee and I appear to be dancing. Lee is caressing my body. I am wrapped in a full embrace in which he is standing behind me. His erection is visible and poking me in the crack of my ass. He has reached around me and firmly grasped my breasts. His face is slightly snuggled in my neck. My face is turned away a little, to give him room. The smiles on both our faces confirm that this is a moment of love. I let him squeeze me here and there, touching this spot and warm that. I sway and wiggle against him. He speaks quietly and encouragingly to me. He tells me that I am sexy and beautiful and talented and smart.

I wake up with a start. The last thing that I remember was a dreamy image of Lee and me dancing. I obviously dozed off. I know that I dreamed about us riding in a car. He drove. He was badly distracted by me. I wore a wildly colourful print dress, heels and a straw hat. We drove to a large meadow with a picturesque pond. There were horses there.

Lee made me slip out of my dress slowly. He stepped behind me and released the hook on my bra before removing it himself. I shimmied out of my panties. He spread me on the grass and teased me to no end with my legs spread. It is flattering that he is always inviting himself between my legs. I want him to eat me out, to stop along the side of the road and kiss me and kiss and lick his way down my body. He takes an hour to suck nipples while frigging my cunt and driving me to distraction. Finally, he takes his fingers out of my cunt and licks me all the way to my climax. I scream my pleasure, but no one hears me in the middle of that meadow!

In the other picture that I really like Lee is kneeling on the bed beside me. He is soothing me with a massage. His fingers are strong as he presses little indentations into the slight padding on my body. I have never had a massage before, but I know what it feels like to rub away a kink. It hurts! Lee somehow doesn't hurt me. We seal our moment with a long, lingering kiss. Tongue to tongue. I relax my body against the bed and he slips to lie on top of me. Again, his dick nestles against the crack of my ass. I smile. I tell him that I love him. I tell him that he is the magic wand that I wave to make all my loneliness, and distress about moving into the big world, go away. 

In an instant, I know that the woman in the photographs is not really being hurt, and that I will not be returning these pictures after all. They are the lucky charms that I have found on this long bus trip. I count them carefully. There are twenty-four ways in which I see myself as being both capable and beautiful. I will never ever let them go again. I tuck them back into the envelope and push them into a safe place in my knapsack.



On The Bus And After



I was seated at the back of the bus and it was fairly empty. Then suddenly at the next stop, a large number of people got on. I didn't look around at them as I was busy with reading my latest magazine. The bus stayed at the stop for a long while and just got fuller and fuller. I felt myself being pushed along the seat even and then there were legs and arms and bodies all in front of me. 

I looked up from my reading as a more than gentle push came against my knee. And then I noticed that it was a bare leg, bare to even halfway up the thigh, and a very shapely and feminine leg it seemed to be. A green skirt covered the leg from mid-thigh upwards, followed by a tight white blouse over a pair of deliciously rounded breasts. 

I looked up further to try to see who the owner might be, but I couldn't see her face. But then a hand came down and rested on my knee lightly. It was so close to my hand holding the magazine that a slight jolt from the bus made our hands touch. It was like a bolt of electricity went between us. The contact stayed and slowly became stronger, until the fingers started to open and interlock with mine. 

The one leg moved slightly to one side and then I saw its partner leg moving close to my other knee. I looked around at my fellow passengers and realized that only a young girl seated next to me could see what was happening, and she was so involved in a conversation with her friend on the seat in front that she didn't have time to notice anyway. 

Slowly my interlocked fingers were lifted from my leg and brought into contact with the oh-so-soft skin of the girl's leg at knee height. I almost came in my pants. My cock was already rock hard just at her touch but now it wanted to explode through my shorts. I unlatched my fingers slowly from hers but kept the contact with her leg, just above her knee. She gently held my hand and incredibly lifted it higher along her thigh. 

I could feel her body trembling with the excitement that she must also have been feeling. The bus seemed to be stuck in a huge traffic jam, so we could continue our game it seemed almost indefinitely.

She let me trace my fingers gently higher and higher on her leg, now going under the hem of her skirt – and continuing higher and higher. Her legs were slightly apart, open enough for her to move towards me above my tightly closed knees. This brought my hand in contact with soft and rather wet material under her skirt – her panties. It was now so difficult for me to control my throbbing cock. I wanted to pull it out and enjoy the big orgasm that she was generating within me. But I also wanted to enjoy this unexpected thrill and perhaps get her to enjoy something she obviously needed very much.

The bus started off again suddenly and the jolting made my hand slip between her open thighs, against the crotch of her panties. And they were wet – now very wet and getting wetter by the second. This was one very horny girl. She settled down slightly onto my hand and I could feel my fingers pushing against the swollen lips of her pussy. Did she want me to explore further, I wondered, shuddering with extreme excitement at what was happening. 

I moved one finger slightly sideways to find the edge of her panties and she wriggled, I guessed, with pleasure. I lifted the edge of the material and slid the entire crotch of her panties to one side. This was obviously what she was hoping that I would do as she settled down a little bit further against my hand and I heard a soft moan from above. I daren't look up – she might be really ugly, but I was past caring. I wanted her to cum, and cum quickly.

Now I could feel all of her wonderfully excited pussy lips and I could feel her pleasure mounting as I began to play with them and tease them open. Was it her clit she wanted me to caress, or would she cum on my fingers, I asked myself. I didn't have time to answer that as with a very sudden jerk, the bus stopped. This had the fortuitous effect of making her fall towards me and I quickly pushed two of my fingers straight into her pussy. They went in quite deep, finding no maiden barrier. 

Within moments, I felt her pussy spasm wildly on my fingers as she orgasmed nicely all over my hand. I didn't want this to end and I felt my cock pulsating on the very edge of a big cum.

With my fingers gently massaging the walls of her pussy, I could feel that very slowly the spasms in her pussy were calming down. I looked up into the face of a delightful girl, smiling in her orgasmic afterglow. The bus started up again and she gradually lifted herself from my hand and looked sadly at me as my fingers slipped from her soaking pussy. She'd cum all over me with copious juices which had made my hand very wet. 

I was trembling with hardly controllable lust as I carefully pulled it out from under her skirt. She lifted herself back into a fully standing position and moved slightly away from me. I lifted my wet hand to my nose - the smell of her juices on my fingers was incredible.

She got off the bus at the next stop with a lot of other people; I was at first tempted to follow. Then I realized that I was thinking with my cock, and the next moment I was standing outside the bus watching her gorgeous legs moving slowly away from me. She wasn't walking with anyone and she turned for a moment, our eyes meeting. 

There was that electricity again and I knew she was hoping I'd follow her. So follow her I did. She walked first across a play area and then into the edge of a park, then she dived through the gate of a building that looked deserted. 

It was something like an old community center. Looking round to check that no-one had seen her or was watching me, I slipped through the gate too and saw her standing at a doorway, beckoning me with her finger and with a cheeky smile on her face. Somewhat hesitatingly I approached the doorway, wondering whether this was just another smart teenage set-up to cry rape and get me arrested. 

I stood in the doorway for a moment, getting my eyes adjusted to the dimmer light. When I could see properly, my heart almost stopped. This exquisite girl was kneeling before me, with her ass towards me, bare as when she was born. A delicious small round ass of the most delicious girl I'd ever seen, just looking up at me. She'd pulled her skirt right up and slipped off her panties. They lay beside her feet. I looked around and could see no-one likely to jump out and take me off to prison.

Now I felt that I could control my lust for this girl, although my cock was straining for release. I stepped towards her, but she didn't look back. I slowly unzipped my shorts, dropping them down my legs and pushing down my brief pants too. My cock swelled with joy at being released. I'm not a small guy and I did wonder if she knew what she was in for. 

As she felt me kneeling down behind her, she moved her knees apart even further and I could see all the fine details of her delightful pussy, really dripping with her juices. The fingers of one of her hands moved between her legs and she slowly opened up the flower of her pussy for me to gaze at – wow, she was superbly pink and really wet and ready.

I held out my cock towards her and had to push it quite hard downwards as it was so erect. But finally I was in position to push it against the opening to her lovely pussy. She was groaning now, probably with the frustration of wanting to cum again, but now I was in no hurry. I did not want this to be rape, but a long slow enjoyment of each other until we both reached a peak of excitement. At least that's what I had decided. Her pussy lips started to open up as I gently pushed against her. She pushed back as soon as she felt me touch her and the head slipped inside quickly. 

She was so juicy that it would have been very easy for me to have driven my hard shaft straight into her in one thrust. But I held back and resisted the thought, even tho she pushed herself hard back against me. I withdrew the head almost completely and teased her with a few short inward/outward strokes. 

Then I slowly pushed deeper and deeper until I could hear her gasping with the feelings. As I said I am quite big, probably bigger than anything she'd ever had before and I just now kept pushing gently further and further inside her pussy. She started to cry now, not with pain, but with pleasure as my shaft penetrated her deeper and deeper. 

Finally with a delicious feeling of 'being there', I felt our bodies come together and my balls touched her cool ass. She gurgled with delight and wriggled her ass on me. I could feel her smile of satisfaction with having been able to accept my large size.

I started to move very gently, pulling my cock back a fraction and then pushing back again, until we'd established a nice slow rhythm between us. She was rocking her head from side to side, obviously getting some huge feelings from our union. I lengthened my strokes and held on to her hips to steady myself as I felt her start to become rather more fierce in her reactions to my thrusts. Within a few moments I felt her pussy open up and then the spasms started again as she groaned out another big orgasm. 

Her juices coated our united bodies once more and there was a slap, slap noise as I kept thrusting my hard shaft in and out of her in a regular strong rhythm. Her pussy spasms finally calmed down and she tensed again, resuming her pushing back each time I pushed in. This was becoming the gentlest of rides to heaven that I'd ever enjoyed.

My orgasm at last seemed to initiate somewhere deep in my bowels and I began the slow inexorable ride that I'd been wanting since I first touched her on the bus. I guess she could sense the change in me as she also began to move, but this time taking her ass away from me as I pushed in, so I had to push even further. 

Then she started to force herself really hard back on me, driving my cock deeper than ever and riding back on my back thrust. This just accentuated the feelings on the head of my cock. Already beyond recall now, I was just going to ride this girl until I filled her with my hot cum. And she knew it.

The slap, slap rhythm became an insistent noise getting faster and louder as our bodies crashed together, both of us working our hardest to drive simultaneous orgasm from each other. She must be getting knee burns I thought as my eyes started to glaze over. Then it happened for me. The final uphill step was passed and it was all downhill in delight from here on. 

My cock swelled enormously and this made her scream with pleasure, as it caused her orgasm to burst. Then I was jetting hot streams of cum into her pussy, my cock throbbing and pulsating with release and delight, deep inside her. This was ecstasy I'd never ever dreamt of. Quite amazing. And she was getting the same pleasure, crying loudly as her pussy spasmed through a beautiful orgasm. 

Although we didn't talk at that moment or immediately afterwards, on comparing our thoughts many months later, we both agreed that that moment was the best ever.

When we'd both calmed down, and my cock had started to deflate just a little, I slowly let it slip from her pussy, making sure that the dribble of our juices that followed did not run down her legs, but poured on to the floor. She was watching it back through her legs and our eyes met with a big grin on both our faces. When most of our orgasmic fluids had dripped from her, she smoothed her skirt back down, picked up her panties and, surprisingly, left without a word. It was only later, after several more sessions like this that we started talking and eventually ended up getting married.



On the Bus: Busted



It was late and it was all Johnny could do to keep from dozing off in the darkness at the back of the bus. He'd only been riding for a few hours but it already felt like days. Normally he would have just made himself as comfortable as he could and drifted off to sleep, but tonight he forced himself to stay awake.

He had to stay awake, he had money riding on it. Yes, in a moment of apparent weakness, he made, for him, a sizable investment, one that promised to payoff in the not to distant future. Now, he sat waiting, forcing himself to stay awake as he waited for his investment to pan out.

So when he plopped the twenty dollars into the woman's grimy hand, he was a bit distracted by her large breasts, so distracted he really didn't think everything through. Now, as he watched her unbutton her blouse and rub those enormous breasts over a man's hard cock, he began to question the logic of his investment.

Squinting his eyes, he watched in silence while the woman cupped each of her breasts and working them over the man's cock. Of course to watch, he had to lean forward, bracing his head against the seat in front of him. He had to do this because the two other men sitting between him and the mini sex show were leaning forward to get a better view too.

The two men watching the show, as the woman now eased her face down into the man's lap, were in line, in line in front of Johnny. Yes, while riding in the back of the bus, he was also the caboose in a four man long blow job train. Sizing up three men ahead of him in line, he wished he had a condom or two.

He had considered giving the whole thing up, but he'd already invested his money and some of his time, so he really didn't want to walk away. Besides, watching the enthusiasm as the woman's head bobbed up and down and the way the man moaned and moved, he figured this was going to be worth the wait.

Johnny reached down and adjusted his erection just as the first man moaned loudly, lifted his ass up from the seat and obviously came. He then flopped back down into his seat with the woman still firmly attached to him as she sucked and swallowed.

Looking around the bus to see if anyone had awakened and noticed the commotion in the back, but it seemed everyone was asleep, everyone except the bus driver, the woman with the breasts and the four men riding her blow job train. Actually, the first man had curled up in the corner and may well have already drifted to sleep.

The woman settled in front of the next man in line, kneeling on the floor between his open legs. Johnny had a little better view this time so, after shaking his head and rubbing his hand over his face to wake himself up, he watched intently as the woman ran her breasts over the man's cock. Instead of letting the soft, flabby skin wrap around the cock, this time she ran her nipples over and around the head of the man's cock, letting the clear fluid oozing from him run down onto her stomach.

Johnny then watched as the woman backed up a bit and then dipped her head down, touching her tongue to the tiny opening in the cock. She licked up the precum and then dove in, taking his cock deep into her mouth. The man, obviously enjoying what she was doing with her mouth and tongue, immediately began lifting his ass from the seat, pushing himself into her mouth.

"Damn, I wish he'd hurry up," Johnny whispered to the man next to him.

"He's drunk, but it shouldn't be much longer now," the man replied.

Just as he finished talking they both watched as the man reached down, plunged his fingers into the woman's greasy hair and pulled her tight to him. She firmly pushed away, took a deep breath and then took him back into her mouth. Johnny and his neighbor watched as her cheeks bulged and then pulled tight as she took the man's cum and then swallowed.

Johnny then moved back against the bus window as the woman eased herself between the legs of the man next to him. The man pulled out a huge cock, huge enough to elicit a response from the woman who whispered, "Ah, mass grande. Esta bien."

Once again she worked the magic with her breasts, sliding them up and down the long, thick shaft. After a few moments Johnny watched her open and close her mouth a few times and then, open wide as she lowered her lips down over the huge, purple head of his cock. It was pretty amazing watching how her cheeks bulged each time his cock pushed into her mouth.

Fortunately for Johnny, it went quickly and in just a few moments the man next to him moaned, pumped his hips up and down a few times and came, spurting copious amounts of cum into the woman's mouth. Between the size of his cock and the amount of cum he spurted, the woman couldn't get it all swallowed and a white stream of glistening cum drooled from her lips and dripped onto the floor of the bus.

The woman merely smiled, wiped her cheek with her palm and then moved over between Johnny's legs. Focusing on her face, he could see the wrinkles he hadn't noticed when he first made his deal with the woman. Glancing down at her breasts he noticed the dark blue veins running over them and saw they sagged down nearly to her belly button.

Fuck, she must have been sixty, seventy years old at least, but once her mouth clamped down over his cock the suction and motion of her tongue convinced Johnny that this was going to be something memorable. He relaxed, closed his eyes and pictured a woman thirty or forty years younger as he gave himself up to the sensation.

He wasn't sure if it was the intense suction she maintained the whole time or the way her tongue toyed and danced over his cock, but wow, it was the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced anywhere on his body. No wonder even the drunk guy didn't really take all that long, this woman was simply incredible.

Johnny had no sooner begun to relax and he felt the pressure building in his balls. Pleasure then shot down the length of his shaft and he came, spurting his cum into the old woman's mouth again and again. She expertly sucked every last drop from him and then swallowed.

Just as the woman stood up from Johnny and moved into the seat in front of him, he noticed the bus slowly down. Looking out the window he didn't see anything that looked like a rest stop or gas station, they seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

Suddenly, two men, who had appeared to be sleeping stood up and turned to the four men in the back seat of the bus. Both suddenly held very large guns and shouted, "Hand's in the air."

One of the men looked over to the woman who had just finished giving Johnny a mind blowing blow job and said, "Thank you Maria, you can go now."

The woman stood up and slowly made her way toward the front of the bus while one of the men with the guns said, "Gentlemen, I'm sorry for ruining what must have been an enjoyable evening, but you are all under arrest for solicitation of prostitution. Now please stand up one by one and let Officer Johnson secure your hands, yes, please lower them and hold them behind your backs."

Johnny complied and then followed the train of men up the aisle of the bus. As he walked he tried to hide his face, but it was difficult with his arms fastened behind his back. He just stared at the floor and followed the men as they climbed down out of the bus and into an awaiting van.

Johnny climbed into the van and watched through the window as the police handed the woman, who had so expertly sucked him off, a piece of paper. She folded it, slipped it into her blouse between her huge breasts and then climbed onto the bus. After the door closed, the bus pulled away and disappeared down the highway. 



On the Bus: Double Jeopardy



Author's Note: This story contains brother/sister incest. Enjoy! 

"Do you know why animal crackers have that little handle on top of the box?" Danny asked, nudging his sister with his knee.

"No," Emily sighed, putting her own book down and switching off her reading light, waiting. There was no use doing anything else—he was going to tell her, whether she wanted to know or not.

"They were introduced in 1902 as a Christmas novelty and packaged so they could be hung from Christmas trees," he said, reading from the book in his lap.

"How interesting," she commented, rolling her eyes. It had been like this all day, and now halfway into the night—a constant stream of interruptions with various bits of trivia. She hadn't even made it off the fourth page of her own book!

"How many different animal shapes are there?" he asked, cocking his head at her.

"I don't know," she replied, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the seat, feeling the rolling wheels of the bus underneath them chewing up the miles between here and California. "Twenty-seven?"

"No!" he scoffed. "Eighteen—two bears, a bison, a camel, a cougar, an elephant, a giraffe, a gorilla, a hippopotamus, a hyena, a kangaroo, a lion, a monkey, a rhinoceros, a seal, a sheep, a tiger, and a zebra."

"Okay, seriously, Danny," she said, shaking her head but not opening her eyes. "Alex Trebek is not going to ask you about animal crackers."

"You never know," he said, sounding hurt.

"Yes, I do," she replied, ignoring the tone in his voice and pushing onward. "Jeopardy asks questions about the periodic table and Queen Victoria, not snack foods."

"Fine." He jerked himself toward the window. "I'll just shut up and leave you alone."

Emily smiled, still not opening her eyes, breathing, "Finally!"

It was quiet only for a moment before he spoke up and asked, "What does the chemical symbol Fe2O3 represent?" 

"Danny!" she groaned, slapping her forehead. "I have no idea! I'm not the Mensa member, here."

"Rust," he replied, looking smug. She hit him in the arm. "Hey! I'm just trying to expand your horizons a little!" 

"I don't need my horizons expanded," she hissed, getting up and flouncing off to the bathroom. Emily splashed her face with water, pushing her dark blonde hair out of her face. Her eyes were blue and bright, like her brother's and her mother's, although their hair was dark. She had always been a tow-head—like her father.

This is his fault, Emily thought, scrubbing her hands fiercely. If he hadn't ever moved out to California in the first place...

She sighed, turning the hand dryer on. When she'd agreed to this cross-country trek to visit their father, mostly so her twin brother could to try out for Jeopardy now that they'd reached the eligible age of eighteen, she hadn't counted on having to listen to Danny "practice" for hours on end. She loved her brother—but come on! There was only so much trivia one person should be forced to listen to, wasn't there? 

He was turned toward the window when she got back, looking at something on his video Ipod. She flopped into her seat, digging through her backpack for her own Ipod. 

"I'm sorry," Danny apologized without looking up. 

She softened, hearing his hurt tone. "It's okay... I'm just... you know, not looking forward to swallowing the whole Dad and his new wife and kids Happy Family Meal..."

"Yeah," he agreed, rolling his eyes. "No doubt."

"Damnit, I left my headphones in my suitcase," she sighed, tossing her Ipod back into her bag. 

"Do you want mine?" Danny asked. "I'm just reading..."

"Reading? On your Ipod?" Emily made a face. "Don't you listen to music and watch videos like normal people?"

"Just more research," he said with a shrug, not meeting her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dan," she apologized again, touching his arm. "I didn't mean... what are you reading?"

"Porn," he replied, still not looking at her.

She laughed. "Very funny."

"Well, it's not really..." he admitted, giving her a sheepish grin. "It's just an e-book of useless sexual trivia."

"More trivia, huh?" she smiled, shaking her head.

"It's interesting," he said. "Did you know that the tapeworm has the most sexual organs of any living being?"

"Oh gross," she groaned, hiding her face in her hands. "Danny, please!"

"Okay, okay," he grinned. "How about this... How many orgasms do you think was the most ever recorded for a woman in 24 hours?"

Emily cocked her head at him, frowning. "I don't know... nine? Ten?"

His smile grew. "A hundred and thirty four."

Her eyes widened. "Oh my god! I'd die!"

"For guys it was only sixteen... although I swear I've beat that..."

"Danny!" Emily hissed his name, glancing around at the sleeping bus to see if anyone was listening. 

"How many for you?" he asked, looking at her speculatively.

"I don't know," she shrugged, biting her lower lip. She had the distinct feeling that she shouldn't be talking about this with her brother. "Probably five... maybe six..."

"Lightweight," he said with a wink. "But you guys... or gals, I should say... get to have longer orgasms. A man's climax only lasts 10 seconds, tops... girls have had orgasms for nearly a minute..."

Emily squirmed in her seat. "Dan... let's change the subject..."

"Why?" he asked, giving her a sideways look. "You want to talk about animal crackers some more?"

"No!" she protested. "Ok, fine, tell me more sex trivia..."

"There are only five calories in the typical male ejaculation," he told her. 

"Oh good god!" she laughed. "That's a good reason not to swallow!"

"Eh, not really," he said. "Sexual intercourse burns about three hundred and sixty calories."

"Well, at least I can say I'm multitasking..." 

"Did you know a woman's nipple can swell up to twenty five percent when she's aroused?"

Emily flushed. "Is that so?"

"Well, that's what it says..." Danny's eyes moved over the front of his sister's blouse. "And this is kind of neat... there's a tribe on one of the Cook Islands where boys of a certain age are actually taught how to have sex... everything from intercourse to cunnilingus, and methods for delayed ejaculation..."

"Like... hands on?" Emily swallowed, wiggling in her seat.

"I think so," he nodded. "Which, when you think about it, could be really useful..."

She nodded. "I can see that... most of the guys I've been with..."

When she trailed off, he glanced over at her. "Yeah?"

"Well... let's just say, they could have used some instructional techniques."

"Yeah," Danny sighed. "I could have used some, too."

Emily looked at her brother, a little smile on her face. "I bet you do alright."

"I'm a geek," he said, shrugging. "Geeks don't get the girls, you know."

"Ha!" she nudged him with her shoulder. "What about that Sarah girl last year? I saw you guys in the pool that summer..."

Danny flushed. "Yeah? Well... you should have closed your bedroom door when you and Max were... ya know... getting busy..."

Emily felt her face fill with heat. "Dan! You didn't..."

He shrugged, busily studying his Ipod. 

"I think we should try to get some sleep," Emily whispered, reaching up and turning off his reading light. The screen of the Ipod still glowed in the dark. 

Emily reached under her seat and grabbed the sleeping bag she had packed, snuggling underneath. The rocking of the bus, which should have lulled her off to sleep, seemed to vibrate through her body, making her feel on edge. Still, she gave it a valiant try, only succeeding in tossing and turning in her seat.

"I can't sleep, either," Danny whispered in the dark, shifting in his seat. 

Emily sighed. "Here, do you want covers?"

Danny accepted the other half of the sleeping bag, pulling it over his shoulders. "Are you thinking about dad?"

"No," she admitted. 

"Me, either," he replied. 

There was a long silence as the bus traveled on in the dark. Someone coughed. Up front, another light turned off.

"What were you thinking about?" Emily whispered.

There was another silence. Then, Danny said, "You."

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Part of her wanted to know—another part of her didn't. "What about me?"

"Remember that time when we all went camping in the mountains?"

"Yeah." Her memory tuned to it, as if finding the right frequency or channel. Ninety degrees in the shade and they were sleeping in one tent, while their parents shared the other. Both of them had slept naked on top of their sleeping bags in the dark, although Emily remembered being careful to get dressed before the sun rose.

"It was so hot... remember?" 

She nodded and, although he couldn't see her in the dark, he somehow felt her assent. 

"There was one morning when you went down to the creek to take a bath... and I followed you..."

"Danny..." It should have come out as an admonishment, she meant it to, but instead it was just his name, almost tender on her lips. 

"I was just thinking..." he whispered. "I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful..."

"That was before they got divorced," she said, touching his hand under the sleeping bag. "Before everything changed..."

"I know." He squeezed her hand. "I love you, Em."

"I love you, too," she said. 

"Come here." He pushed up the seat divider and reached for her. Emily moved in to snuggle against him. It just felt right, somehow, in that moment. He held onto her, stroking her hair, and they both drifted off to the rocking motion of the bus.

She dreamed about the mountains. Splashing naked in the creek, the cold water a shock to her body as she splayed herself against the smooth rocks on the riverbed. The rushing water flowed over her belly and breasts, and she spread her legs like she was fucking the whole world, letting the rushing foam pulse between her thighs.

Had she known he was watching? In her dream, she knew. He was standing there, transfixed, looking at her like she was a goddess, and that's just what she felt like. Letting her long, blonde hair fan out in the water behind her, she gave herself over to it, to him, to everything, opening herself to the world. 

"Emy..." It was a whisper, his pet name for her, leftover from when he couldn't quite say his L's. 

In her sleep, she shifted, the Birkenstocks she had worn in honor of their California trip left somewhere on the floor, her long skirt riding up her thighs as she snuggled closer to him in the dark. 

"Oh, god, Emy..." His breath in her ear made her shiver, and she came out of her dream in a haze, finding herself curled around her brother, her breasts pressed against his side, her thighs over his. 

"Danny?" she whispered, realizing she was practically sitting in his lap. His hand was resting on her knee, his other arm holding her close. He didn't answer her, and she gazed at his sleeping face, knowing he must be dreaming. 

She kissed his cheek, smiling, wondering what he was dreaming about. His expression was almost pained in the dim light, and he whispered her name again, shifting and pressing his hips up in his sleep. That's when she knew. He couldn't hide anything in the sweats he had worn for the long trip. When she felt his erection against her bare thigh, she gasped softly, her eyes widening.

Emily flushed, moving slowly, trying to disentangle herself from him in the dark. He instinctively held onto her tighter, his hand sliding further up her leg, gripping her thigh. Her heart raced, and she didn't want to admit it, but there was a slow heat growing between her legs where the edge of his hand was resting. His face was buried in her hair, now, his breath hot against her ear, making that thick pulse between her thighs even more insistent. 

"You're so beautiful, Emy," he whispered, his lips moving over her cheek, and now the hand between her legs moved, too, fingers moving lightly over the damp crotch of her panties. 

"Danny," she whispered again, and for the second time today, words that should have been an admonishment came out as something else. It sounded like a plea. Oh my god, what is he doing?

She shifted, trying to get away or get closer, she wasn't sure which, and he pulled her fully into his lap, settling her bottom against the saddle of his hips. She could feel his erection—my god, he felt huge, like steel heat against her behind. He cradled her like that, kissing her neck as his fingers edged aside the elastic edge of her panties.

"We... Danny, we..." Her whispered words were lost as his lips found hers. This was no brotherly kiss. His mouth was hot, slanting across hers, his tongue probing gently, like his fingers between her legs. 

Trembling, Emily tried to force herself to resist, to get up and run to the bathroom, and found that she couldn't. Maybe it was the way his finger began nudging the swollen bud of her clit, or the way his tongue flicked at hers, sending shivers down her spine. 

But that wasn't really it, and she knew it. It was the heat of his cock against her ass, how incredibly hard he was. He had been dreaming about her, she knew it, and the thought excited her. His fingers moved around her clit in lazy circles, and she spread her thighs a little, giving him more room.

When she slid a hand down between them, pressing the head of his cock against his lower belly, Danny groaned softly, his breath hitching in his throat. It made him bolder, and his finger slipped down her smooth, shaved crevice, seeking entrance. Emily worked her fingers past the elastic edge of his sweats and under the top edge of his underwear, wanting to feel him. She had to feel how much he wanted her. 

"Oh god," she whispered against his cheek when his fingers slipped inside of her and he settled his thumb against her clit. "Oh yes..."

"Yes," he murmured, making a soft noise in his throat as she wiggled in his lap, her hand finally reaching its destination and squeezing the head of him. The shock of it in her grasp sent a jolt through her whole body—she was holding her brother's cock in her hand!

His fingers began to move slowly in and out of her wetness, making a soft, squelching sound. Emily glanced around, worried that someone would hear or see, but the man across the aisle was snoring, his head propped on a pillow resting against the window. Danny's thumb rubbed over her clit as his fingers probed her flesh, making her rock in his lap.

"Faster," she whispered in his ear, trying to grasp more of his cock, but the angle was too awkward. She had to satisfy herself with rubbing the wet head with her thumb. 

Danny began pistoning his fingers in and out of his sister's pussy, and she spread her thighs wider, her breath coming fast. Emily surprised them both when she untied the top of her peasant blouse, reaching in and unfastening her front hook bra, and presenting her brother with one pink-tipped breast.

"Suck it." Her voice was barely audible, but he didn't really need any instruction. His tongue made circles around the hardening flesh, and Emily let out a shaky breath as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. 

The added sensation threatened to send her careening over the edge, and she arched her back. Emily tried hard not to cry out as her brother's fingers, driving into her wet flesh, brought her to the brink of orgasm. She succeeded, for the most part, making a small, squeaking noise in her throat as she came, her whole body shuddering against him. Danny held her tight, one hand on her hip, the other bringing her off with such force she nearly bucked off his lap. 

"Danny," she gasped into his ear, and he kissed her, drawing her tongue deep into his mouth, his fingers still probing the sensitive flesh between her thighs. 

"Emy, I want you," he whispered, kissing her cheek, her neck, her chin. She bit her lip when his fingers slipped from between her legs, and watched, her eyes widening, as he licked them. "God, you taste good."

In the wake of her orgasm, she had a moment to think clearly, and felt a flush of shame. This was her brother! Danny rubbed his wet fingers on the tip of her breast, making her shiver. His cock was still pressing up hard and insistent against her behind, and when she rubbed her thumb there, he made a low noise, his eyes closing for a moment. 

"Please, Em," he whispered, rubbing his finger over her mouth. "I want you so much."

She had never been able to say no to him, and she couldn't start now. Emily kissed his palm, and then took one of his still sticky fingers into her mouth, sucking gently. She squirmed and adjusted for a moment, reaching under her long skirt and tugging off her wet panties. Part of her couldn't believe she was doing it, but another part of her wanted it beyond reason as she straddled him in the dark. 

"Is this what you want?" Emily whispered into his ear, glancing again at the sleeping man across the aisle. He had shifted position, but was still snoring. Danny's fingers were fumbling with the front of her blouse, freeing both of her breasts to his gaze, and his touch.

Danny just nodded, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, making her squirm in his lap. Emily reached down, tugging at the edges of his sweats, and he helped her, moving them down far enough to free his cock. It rose like an exclamation point against her belly, she could feel the heat of it against her mound. 

"Do you want to feel your cock inside of me?" she whispered, meeting his eyes. They were full of a dark, hot lust. He nodded again, his breath coming a little faster as she reached down to stroke him against her pussy. He groaned softly when she rubbed the head up and down her slit, finally aiming him, and slowly beginning to settle herself down.

"Ohhhh fuck," he whispered, his hands under her skirt, grabbing onto her bare hips. He pulled her in tight, and Emily watched the look of almost unbearable pleasure move over his face. 

Something occurred to her, and she asked, "Have you ever fucked a girl before?" She kept her mouth right near his ear, afraid someone might hear them if she raised her voice above a whisper.

He shook his head, his breath short and his hands moving over the smooth, rounded globes of her ass, his hips already thrusting slowly against hers. The shock of his response made Emily dizzy with lust, and she squeezed her pussy around him, like a reward, making his fingers dig deep into the flesh of her behind.

"Come on, Danny," she murmured, rhythmically squeezing him, now. "Fuck me."

He groaned softly at her words, rocking his hips up to meet her. She knew it wouldn't be long, but it didn't matter—just knowing that she was the first girl her brother had ever fucked had already sent her teetering toward that edge. His movements were awkward, and she took over, rolling her hips on him, using the wet heat of her pussy to pleasure the head of his cock that was now buried deep inside of her. 

"That's it, baby," she crooned softly, feeling the gentle tug in her lower belly beginning. "Fuck me good... fuck your sister's tight little pussy 'til she comes all over your hard cock."

"Oh yeah," he growled into her ear, thrusting up hard into her wetness, the tight heat of her pussy beginning to spasm with her climax. "Oh, Emy, I'm gonna cum!"

The sound of her pet name in his mouth, the baby name he'd always used, while her brother's cock exploded inside of her, made Emily cum even harder. She arched her back, taking all of him, feeling the thick, incredible bursts of heat in her belly as he filled her with his cum.

Still trembling and breathless, they snuggled close, pulling the sleeping bag fully around them as the bus rumbled on in the darkness. 

Emily kissed her brother's cheek, pushing a curl off his forehead. "Wanna tell me some more trivia? Practice for Jeopardy?"

Danny's eyes were closed, but he smiled. "I think I've found something I like practicing more."



On the Bus: Excuse Me



Jamie slid quietly down the too narrow aisle. "Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me," was her mantra as she went. The bus was packed and for a moment she feared she would not find a seat at all. Tears sprang to her eyes at the possibility of having to take the next one. She wanted out of this place now. No, she needed out of here. Desperation ate at her gut. A lifetime of trying to please everyone hung over her shoulders like the world settling on Atlas's broad shoulders. 

Just when she was about to give up, she saw it. A window seat near the rear of the bus. But the old woman there had placed her huge bag of knitting on the seat. Jamie inhaled and stiffened her spine. A lifetime of training told her, 'respect your elders,' but desperation drove her forward. "Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" she smiled, trying her best to straddle the line and accomplish both things.

The old woman looked up at her and she froze. That thinning crown of almost white curls. Those dull, but piercing blue eyes. The wrinkled and paper thin skin that hung loosely from frail bones. This woman reminded her so very much of Nanny. But she had been dead for close to two years now. Two long and confusing years. The woman's only answer was t lift the bag of yarn onto her lap. 

A skein of pink thread rolled under the seat next to her. Jamie bent to retrieve it. When she rose, Jamie stared into the leering face of a man in his middle years. He was unkempt and held a brown paper bag wrapped tightly around a glass bottle. She shuddered with revulsion as his alcohol drugged eyes undressed her.

Jamie clutched the yarn tightly and held it out for the older woman. She took it with knurled fingers, twisted with arthritis. Jamie scooted past her into the seat. She did not have a bag to store overhead. She had left much too quickly for that. Jamie was a runaway.

At twenty-five though, she was anything but your typical one. She had a bank card that would give her access to a couple of thousand dollars that she had been saving up. She even had one credit card that she could use in an emergency. And she knew that her skills as a waitress/hostess would land her a job. Wherever she landed.

But that was the biggest question...where was she going? She had purchased a ticket for the end of line. The big city. But Jamie doubted that she would like it. Her few visits to major cities had taught her that they were not for her. She figured that there would be dozens of little towns between here and there. She was certain that one of those would appeal to her, maybe even have a 'Help Wanted' sign hung in the window of the local dinner. That was what she was looking for. A fresh start. It was what all runaways were looking for, she supposed.

Just that her reason was so very different from others. She was running away not because her life was so horrible but because it was too good. A solid family with loving parents that had been married for thirty-five years. Two older brothers that adored her and had protected her her entire life. Aunts, uncles and cousins galore. A boring but decent job that she had had since high school. And a fiancée that would wonder where she was when she did not show up at the church tomorrow.

Jason would be devastated. Hell, he might already be frantic with worry. If any of her drunk cousins and girl friends from high school had noticed that she had snuck off from the group that is. But as drunk as they were that was probably unlikely. She had only been gone a little more than an hour. 

She sighed as the darkness outside seemed to sneak into the bus itself. What was she doing here? Why was she running away? Why really?

So while all her cousins and friends were tossing back shot after after of tequila and talking loudly about past lovers, Jamie had realized that Jason was her only lover. Her boyfriend since junior high school. She had always thought that was a good thing. Until she heard story after story of sexual exploits from these women that both sickened her and made her more than a bit envious.

Her life had paled in comparison. Same town. Same job. Same boyfriend. It had all seemed to be closing in around her. In panic she had realized that when she walked down that aisle tomorrow she was committing herself to a lifetime of the...same. Her heart had started to beat double time. Her mouth went dry. The room spun around her. Her ears barely registered the din of noise that continued all about her. Suddenly she could not breathe. She had to get out of there. 

She had mouthed 'excuse me,' and run from the bar. The town's only bus stop was just two doors down and in her morose wanderings that was where she wound up. The only bus that still stopped here was due in fifteen minutes. It seemed like fate. She had purchased a hasty ticket from the automatic machine out front. And with just her purse slung over her shoulder she had waited in the crisp autumn night air.

The wait had not been long. Honestly, the wait for the bus to leave was taking longer. Would this thing never get out of here? What was it waiting for anyway?

What was she looking for? What was she doing on this bus? Tomorrow was her wedding day. The day that she had been waiting for and planning since she was thirteen years old...almost half her life. She was to walk down the aisle to the one man that she knew loved her above all else. The best friend that had been at her side since his family moved to this tiny hell hole of nowhere. The man she loved. Right?

Jamie looked around the bus with new eyes. The drunks. The prostitutes...ladies of the evening. The destitute. Even the old woman beside her. They all seemed so sad. So lonely. What was she doing here? 

"Excuse me," she said suddenly as she stood up. The old woman was just drifting off to sleep opened her eyes and stared at her. "I'm sorry but I don't belong here," she whispered as she tried to squeeze past.

The old woman reached out her arthritic hand and squeezed Jamie's as she turned to go. "I'm glad you realized that sweetie before it was too late," she smiled. And through her tears Jamie could have sworn it Nanny's face that she saw there. She smiled down at the woman as she heard the driver start the engine and the door close. She ran down the aisle screaming, "Excuse me, I need to get off the bus." The driver looked at her like she had multiple heads. But he opened the door and let Jamie off just seconds before he closed the door again and pulled out of tiny station.

Jamie smiled as she watched that bus to nowhere disappear down the dark lonely country roads. She would never know what might have awaited her out there. But she knew what would be waiting for her tomorrow morning...her future. Her past and her present. A family and a man that loved her. It was so much more than most of those lonely souls on that bus might ever know. And she had a new appreciation for just how precious it was. 

Less than an hour had passed since she left her cousins and friends babbling drunkenly in the bar about loves lost and won, but in that moment it seemed like the most important hour of Jamie's life. Because come what may in the future, she would always know she had a choice. She could have stayed on that bus to nowhere and who knows what her life might have been...good or bad. Or she could accept and embrace the life that she had always known and taken for granted. 

She smiled as she turned back towards the bar. She had bridesmaids to put to bed. She hoped Mama had enough Tylenol and black coffee. They were going to need it tomorrow morning. Because Jamie had a wedding to go to. One she had been waiting her whole life for.

***

The dark specter of death smiled wryly as he watched the young woman walk back towards the shabby dive. His job was rarely good but this was one time that he was more than happy to let someone slip from his grasp. He turned back towards that lonely country road as the lights of the bus dimmed in the distance. He wished this one the best as he followed after the bus and his new prey.



On the Bus: Lewd Intentions



Warning: The following story contains explicit violence, explicit sex, explicit violations of public transit regulations, elements of urban fantasy, blasphemy, assault and battery, intimidation, polyamory, mockery of the mentally ill, delusions of grandeur, delusions of paranoia, delusions of environmentally conscious behavior, fare evasion, harassment, public indecency, seduction, profanity, objectionable workplace conduct, public displays of affection and callous stereotyping of bus riders. All characters herein are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons is entirely coincidental, excepting those who are entirely representative of encounters and observations the author really has experienced on Seattle buses. All characters in this story are over 18, except for the pack of well-supervised children who leave before any of the real naughty business starts.

We join this relationship already in progress.

"I could've stopped the war. Could've ended it in '63 if goddamn MacNamara had just listened to me, if he'd just listened to me we never would've had the goddamn war and the fucking Rooskies would've fucking caved in '64 and I'd still be fucking Jane Fonda every fucking Tuesday..."

Alex looked up from his book at the man seated in front of him. He saw oily brown hair under a blue ballcap, a faded denim jacket and the man's large, trembling hands. The bus hit a bump, and the man snapped bitterly, "Jesus Christ!" and went back to muttering at his hands.

Ahead of him, in the front of the bus where seats lined the walls facing inward, a collection of mixed ethnicities and genders bantered playfully. Alex heard laughter and good spirits as the streetlights of Aurora Avenue flashed by. The man in front of him, his seat facing forward like Alex's, took part in none of it. He had a lot of harsh words for his own hands, though, all of them relating to politics fifty years past. 

Alex felt proud of himself for recognizing the names and placing them properly. He'd aced his US history courses over the previous two quarters. There was no possible way, Alex decided, that this man was old enough to have had the ear of Robert McNamara or really anyone in government in the '60s. He turned his head back down to his book as the bus rolled on.

It hit another bump. "Jesus Christ!" the man snapped again.

Alex sighed and pulled out his iPhone. He figured he'd need to put his headphones in and crank up some music if he was to get any reading done on his trip home.

Then the bus rolled to a stop, and Alex found himself distracted yet again.

"Shut up shut up can't you people just shut up!?" She stood from her seat near the front of the bus, just ahead and across from the man muttering at his hands. She grabbed the overhead rail and pointed at everyone. Her brown hair had been washed and brushed; her beige overcoat looked clean, as did her dress. She seemed like someone who had a job and a family, and quite possibly did. She didn't look like one of the crazies at all.

Then again, the 358 picked up all kinds on its journey from north Seattle into downtown.

"Woah, hey, lady, can we just chill?" said one of the other women in the front seats. "It's Friday night. We're all getting' off work and stuff. We're in a good mood. What's wrong with that?"

"Yes! That's just it! That's the problem! You're all so happy! Everyone's happy!" sneered the woman in the off-white coat. Her accusing finger swept the air, pointing to most everyone around her. Alex made eye contact and regretted it, for now he, too, was included in her venomous accusations.

Alex had an awful lot to be happy about. He just couldn't tell anyone without sounding like one of the crazies... perhaps even the craziest. He supposed he could tell all the crazies about his good fortunes, but then, he didn't really want to talk to any of them at all. He just wanted to get home for the night.

His eyes drifted out the window to his right as the bus came to a stop. The crowd near the bus shelter of green metal and glass looked large enough to turn this into a standing-room-only ride. Alex saw suits and sports jerseys, trench coats and shopping bags... and even an umbrella or two, just to mark out the tourists.

Amid the waiting crowd, Alex saw a husky man in a Patriots jersey corner a slightly heavyset brunette against the bus shelter. The scene conveyed neither romance nor comfort, yet also no explicit threat. The Pats fan said something to her softly, urgently, over and over. She wouldn't look him in the eye. The streetlights were bright enough for Alex to recognize the sadness in her eyes.

She tried to move past him. He took her by both arms and pushed her against the shelter. She had a backpack and a gym bag. The Pats Fan—Alex named him Pat in his heat—tried to take them from her, not forcefully but also refusing to let the bags go when she tugged back. She wouldn't look Pat in the eyes.

His body language presented him as a desperate, pleading lover. Her posture marked him as something very different.

"Ma'am, please take your seat or move to the back of the bus," called the middle-aged driver. She had a fairly commanding voice. "I've got people getting off and on."

"You're a drone!" retorted the woman in the beige coat. "You're just another drone! You only do what they tell you!"

"Back door!" called out passengers at the rear of the bus. "Open up the back door!"

"Yeah, lady, just sit down," urged another passenger at the front. "People gotta move. Quit spoiling the night."

"Don't any of you see? Don't any of you think with your own minds?" demanded the ranting woman with another wave of her finger.

"Last chance: sit down or get off!" ordered the driver. She looked as if she wanted to get out of her seat and take care of this herself. She, too, noticed the subtle struggle underway beside the shelter. "Miss, do you want to get on the bus?"

The woman looked up and nodded. "No, she doesn't!" said the stubble-faced Pats fan who blocked her path.

Alex looked to the rear. The back door remained open.

"Miss, do you want me to call the police?"

Alex saw the brunette's mouth waver. He got out of his seat and quickly moved to the back door. His backpack full of textbooks stayed behind, which he only realized once he exited. He would have to cuss himself out for that later.

"Baby, it won't be like it was," Pat reassured her, but only through gritted teeth. "I won't be—hey, what the fuck?" The camera flash left him blinking. Without thinking about it, Pat stepped away from the brunette and released her bags.

"Oh, good, hold still for a sec," Alex said, his thumb on the camera button of his iPhone again. "Yeah, that's a better picture."

"What the fuck are you taking my picture for, fuckstick?" Pat demanded.

"Well, for the cops," explained Alex with a shrug. "You know, for the incident report and all that."

Again, the larger man blinked. "Motherfucker, what incident report? Gimme that fucking thing!" Pat stepped forward to snatch the offending phone.

Alex launched his right fist straight into Pat's nose. Cartilage collapsed with a loud crunching noise. Stunned and momentarily blinded by eyes that refused to open, the larger man didn't even realize what was happening as hooked his leg between the larger man's knee and shoved as hard as he could. Pat fell back onto the sidewalk in a heap.

"Figured I'd want your picture because you assaulted me," Alex finished. He stepped over the bewildered, groaning Pat to face the woman. "Miss, are you trying to get away from him?"

She couldn't believe her eyes. "You just... you just..."

Alex waited. Thankfully, the bus did, too. "Listen, do you need help? If you need to find a shelter or something, I can help you. I've got a perfectly good smartphone here. But we should get on the bus now."

She nodded, turned and numbly stepped onto the bus. Alex saw her flash her pass to the driver, who let her on with a nod. He glanced at the sign on the cash slot: PAY AS YOU ENTER.

He winced. He didn't have a pass or enough cash on him to get back on.

The bus driver leaned forward and put her hand over the cash receptor. "Don't worry about it," the older woman winked. "Get back on."

"Thanks," he sighed, and then almost ran away when witnesses applauded as he stepped inside. He couldn't really leave his books behind, though, and thus he swallowed and nodded and blushed fiercely as he moved toward his old seat. The pair of teens in black hoodies who'd claimed his vacant spot hoisted his backpack up to him with a shared look of awe.

Alex accepted his backpack. Though bewildered and shaken, the brunette from the sidewalk found a seat for herself—clearly the last on the bus. "Hey," Alex said, "do you need any help getting anywhere? Do you have someplace to go?"

"No. No, I'm fine, I just... he just got home before I made it out of the neighborhood," the brunette said. She hefted her bags up into her lap and held them defensively. "I've got someplace to go. I'm okay. It's okay."

Alex shrugged and nodded. He didn't exactly want to get further involved, anyway. He walked toward the rear, holding the overhead rail as the vehicle started up on its way again.

Not a single open seat beckoned to him. Alex moved to the end of the bus, figuring he'd have a line of sight on any spot that opened up from there. Reaching the very back, where a family of eight surrounded him on each side, Alex turned around to face the front.

"Holy fuck, you know how hot I get when you do shit like that," came the half-moaning voice of the gorgeous blonde he found inches from his face. Rachel's eyes fluttered as she spoke. He felt her breath on his face. Alex blinked, completely surprised as usual by her appearance, and wondered if anyone heard what she said. Glancing around, he found shocked expressions on the faces around him. That answered that.

Doubtlessly, nobody else could see the wings or the halo on the lithe, young-looking woman in white, but they all heard her perfectly well. The sounds of the bus did little to cover up Rachel's words.

"Seriously, I just gave up wearing panties 'cause of you. Fucking things just kept melting right off of me," Rachel said. Her hands came to his chest. "One minute I'm fine, and then the next I'm all hot and bothered 'cause you've done something charitable and awesome again. It's fuckin' boiling between my legs right now."

Seated beside them, a mother put her hands over her young son's ears. "It's nice to see you, too, Rachel," Alex smiled.

"You don't even know," she grinned fiercely. Her mouth came up to his, assaulting him with a hungry kiss. His body and spirit awakened as if he'd been sleep-walking all day. Alex held the overhead rail; the angel held onto him.

Knowing full well the effect she had on him, Rachel pressed her groin into his, even lifting herself up somewhat against his shoulders to grind his rapidly stiffening cock. As she released him from the kiss, her eyes conveyed undisguised lust. He saw love in there, too; of that he never doubted. She simply had no reason to separate the two.

"I wound up with some free time and went home to find the place empty," Rachel pouted sweetly.

"Oh? So are you back on the clock now?"

"Not quite yet. Got lots of running around and good deeds and shit like that to do, but I've got a little time left to be with you. Just not as much as I'd want." She leaned in fully on him, melting against his body. "You need to get your motorcycle out of the shop so you'll get home sooner. Or just say you want a ride to and fro. You know that can be arranged."

"I like my independence," Alex said, grinning in spite of his circumstances. "Besides, the bus is more ecologically responsible and stuff."

"Oh, baby," Rachel breathed. "You know you get me fuckin' hot when you talk like that." Both of her hands slipped around his hips to clutch at his ass. She felt him stiffen and maintained her grip. He was a little embarrassed to be assaulted like this in front of others, but she made him feel too good for him to put a stop to it.

"You could've come and found me at school."

"And disturb you while you're being a respectable college student? No way. I just stripped and took care of myself on the bed."

"Miss, please," coughed the father on their other side.

"Took my time with it, too. I was hoping you'd come home and find me all naked and ready for you," Rachel grinned. "Sometimes, I just need that cock so bad..."

The bus stopped. At the mutual urging of the parents, the whole family around Rachel and Alex shuffled and hustled off the bus. Seconds later, the entire rear section of seats lay vacant. "Knew I could do it," Rachel said, and shoved Alex into one of the cushioned seats. She sat down in his lap, facing him. That she had to spread her legs to do so failed to deter her.

"Wait, that was just to get rid of them?" blinked her mortal lover. "Rachel, they probably have someplace to be!"

"And if they can't take a little dirty talk and PDA, then fuck 'em," she shrugged. "World's full of rough moments. Besides, it's not like I actually started unfastening your belt with my teeth or anything yet. It was just talk... while they were here."

He started to laugh, but then he stopped. Alex looked at her. "Oh, hey, waitasec..."

"So like I said, I spent the last hour all alone, taking care of myself as best I can, but it's just not as satisfying as having you," Rachel hissed into his ear. Her hand unfastened the lower buttons of his shirt so she could touch his bare skin. "And I'm still really worked up."

"Rachel, you can't be serious."

"You've done naughtier things than this, Alex," Rachel teased. She worked his belt, not bothering to look over her shoulder at all to ensure any privacy. "Don't tell me you haven't. Hell, I've watched you."

His heart beat faster. He felt himself heating up, and felt the blood draining from his brain to a more eager organ. "I haven't done anything where other people could see me," he whispered.

It was only then that Rachel took a look around. "Oh, whatever. This is the 358. Do you know who takes this bus?"

"Bunch'a loonies," Alex grunted.

"What? Naw," Rachel scoffed. "C'mon, don't be mean. People always say there's at least one weirdo on a bus, but whenever I'm on I never see one."

"Really," the young man deadpanned.

"Yeah. Anyway, these folks are my peeps."

"There is technology on this bus controlling all of you!" shouted the woman in the off-white overcoat at the front of the bus. "Get out of the city! Save yourselves!" With that, she stomped off the bus, only to repeat her loud admonishments from the sidewalk.

"Like Margaret there," Rachel shrugged. "She doesn't have a problem with what I'm gonna do to you."

Alex blinked. "Wait, what? You know her?"

"Yeah," the angel answered casually. "I told you before. I spent the last couple centuries as a messenger. You know, putting divine messages into peoples' ears and stuff. Anyway, they're not a risk... they're not gonna come back here, and if they say anything, who's gonna listen?"

His breath remained heavy. She brought her lips to the side of his neck, just under his ear, where her every word could be felt against his skin. "You're not even really listening to me at this point, are you?"

Rachel's hands continued to explore his flesh underneath his clothes. She noticed his silence. Her eyes turned up toward his. The naughty grin on her face warned of some forthcoming dirty comment, but Alex preempted it with a kiss every bit as hungry as hers. His hands came over her hips, groping her shamelessly, and then roamed up her sides. Shaking urgency crept into his arms, and his shoulders, and his very center.

"That's more like it," Rachel cooed.

"You're sure this is okay?" Alex asked. Lusty and bold though his touch was, he wanted to do even less polite things to her. So far, he restricted his hands to her sides, and only over the fabric of her simple white dress.

"I'm always okay with you, lover," she winked. "You know that. Ain't like I'm ever gonna have a headache or be on the rag. Benefits of not being a normal woman."

"Yeah, but you can disappear in front of normal people," noted her mortal lover. "I can't. And you can't make me disappear, either, can you?"

Rachel shrugged. Her voice fell to a whisper. "There are seven guardian angels on this bus, and I can't disappear from them. I have to hope they don't look this way. Or stare, at least. I mean, they see me in your lap, but..." Her fingers freed his enlarged, eager cock from his boxer briefs. Rachel bit her lip. She enjoyed touching it every bit as much as he loved the feel of her hand. "You've got it easy. If I get caught, it's bitch, bitch, bitch from my co-workers for the next hundred years. All you gotta worry about is a bunch'a batshit crazies riding the bus. Who cares what they think?"

He would have laughed at her instant reversal of attitude regarding his fellow passengers, but he was far too aroused for humor. Alex lowered his head against her chest, gently kissing the tops of her breasts. He wanted to free them from her dress, to have full access to her whole body, but as she said, she had to exercise some discretion.

Stripping her clothes off and mauling her could wait for another time. He required satisfaction of much fiercer needs right now. So did she.

Rachel kept stroking his cock, reverently looking down at it between his body and hers whenever she could. She shifted further up on his thighs, spreading her legs with natural ease. He was so stiffly erect that she hardly needed to guide him in at all. She loved that about him. In truth, Rachel loved everything about Alex, and most of all his benevolent spirit... but she equally doted on him for his raw sex appeal.

He watched her mouth fall open and then form a circle of pleasure as the head of his cock caressed her wet labia, coating him in her wetness. "Oh yesloverfuckme," Rachel begged him quietly. She left things entirely up to him, allowing Alex to guide her in with his hands on her tight, shapely ass.

As they often did, their gaze met for their first full penetration. Rachel and Alex stared into one another's eyes as he sank into her, slowly savoring every inch of invasion together.

Initial satisfaction overtook the pair. It would quickly fade into further need, but there was always a moment of relief when they first coupled. Alex and Rachel sighed together, kissing softly and reveling in their joining.

"I am so completely yours," Alex told her.

Rachel nodded, putting her forehead against his. "Just use me, lover," she told him. "No room for romance here. Be selfish. You know I'll get off on it."

Their eyes met again, lust and trust forming a bond, and soon Alex began to grind his feather-light lover's groin into his. His cock plunged into her, splitting her flesh and overwhelming her with pleasure. Normally a vocal lover, Rachel restrained herself to mere heavy breaths into his ear. She licked and kissed his neck, nibbled on his earlobe and dug her fingernails across his scalp, all while he concentrated on moving her slowly up and down, allowing his sex to move in and out.

They couldn't pick up their pace. There wasn't enough room, or remotely enough privacy. Rather than building to a frenzied pounding, Alex and Rachel had to limit themselves to this slow, agonizingly steady in and out.

The bus stopped. People exited and entered. Thankfully, none came all the way to the back—seats at the front had opened up—but Alex hardly noticed. His senses focused entirely on the touch and smell and soft breaths of his angel.

Moments later, the vehicle rolled on. It hit a bump. "Jesus Christ!" growled the man at the far front of the bus.




On the Bus: Lewd Intentions



Rachel yanked a pen off the side pocket of Alex's backpack and flung it to the front of the bus. Her aim barely preceded her throw, moving her arm and head in tandem. The pen tumbled through the air and hit the speaker on the back of his head, lightly enough to get his attention without inflicting harm. "Don't blaspheme, fucker!" she snapped.

Even that brief stretch of her muscles refreshed her sense of ecstasy. Rachel shuddered as she turned back to face her lover, wanting to ride him higher and harder, but restricted herself to this. Alex kept working her in his lap.

"Oh God," Alex murmured. "Oh my God..."

The angel thought first to admonish him for his words, but then he pushed inside of her again. Her scolding comment died on her lips. "Fuck it," she whimpered.

"Yeah," he huffed.

Rachel smiled. Whether he knew what she meant or not, she didn't care. She just wanted him to continue.

The bus rolled on. Nobody bothered them. Pleasure and indulgence built.

"So close," Rachel hissed into his ear, knowing his climax would occur in time with hers. "So fucking close."

They still couldn't work harder. Neither could give in to their urges. They kept coming together, bodies trembling as the slow tempo threatened to drive them insane, but at long last the pleasure crested. They hit the point of no return and surrendered to the throb of orgasm as they came together.

Rachel's breath shook. Her lips fell onto his, kissing him as if she could moan out her satisfaction into his mouth and thereby prevent anyone from hearing. The pair enjoyed an electric embrace, riding out their climax together.

The bus turned left, marking its entry into Seattle's downtown core. Rachel's grateful kiss abated, bringing Alex down from his blissful state. She put her hands on the back of his chair, pushing herself back off of his thighs. Often, she expressed tiny notes of regret whenever she had to release him from her body. Tonight, she just smiled with triumph.

The bus came to a stop. They heard the doors open.

"Might wanna get yourself sorted out," Rachel warned. She stood and twisted around, perfectly happy that her butt brushed against his chest before she slipped into the seat beside his. The angel watched shamelessly as Alex tucked his slick cock back into his boxer briefs and then set to fastening his jeans once more.

New passengers shuffled into the back of the bus and took up the remaining seats just as he finished. "Good timing," she smirked.

"Almost divine," he nodded, and threw her a knowing glance.

"Tsk! Can't believe you'd accuse me of abusing my abilities like that. What kinda dirty slut do you take me for?"

He smiled lovingly. "My dirty slut."

"Good," she approved. Then she stood again. "I got work to do tonight. Helping hand sort of shit. I imagine you'll find a way to keep yourself occupied." She leaned over on him as she stepped out of the seat, deliberately smothering his face with her breasts before she escaped the seat. Standing in the aisle now, she leaned forward to plant her lips on his forehead. "Love you," she told him.

"You, too," he smiled. He watched her shapely hips as she walked down the aisle to the back door. His eyes trailed down to her legs and her bare feet, and then closed as she rounded the row of seats before him and left the bus.

When his eyes opened again, he saw black stiletto heels, flawless calves and mesmerizing thighs that led up to a dangerously short black skirt. A simple tan trench coat surrounded those stunning legs, opening only in the front as if to offer him a private show.

Hanging against the left leg was a thin black demon's tail.

Alex lifted his gaze. The dark-haired succubus wore a black top no less daring than her skirt, as well as a stylish, broad-brimmed hat to hold off the rain. The sunglasses covering her eyes served absolutely no practical purpose at this hour other than to complete her look.

Lorelei gestured toward him, her finger pointing more at his lap than at the seat beside him. "Taken?" she asked.

"By you," he answered.

"Excellent," Lorelei said. "I've quite a ride ahead of me."



On the Bus: Naughty Whispers



Chapter 1: Naughty Whispers

Chartreuse Collins looked out the window of the bus, she was thrilled they were stopping though she had very little money to get anything to eat she was still glad to be getting off the damn thing. She moved behind the other passengers until she was finally in the cool air and warm sun. Her eyes squinted against the invasion of brightness compared to the contrasting dimness of the bus interior. She pushed back the black curls that had escaped her ponytail and headed to the diner were many other passengers were going. Perhaps if she looked pitiful enough, someone would buy her a slice of pie. 

The bell of the diner chimed as she slipped inside and found a place at the counter to sit. Her fingers dug into her pocket and she pulled out three quarters, a dime, and a nickel. She curled up her face and pushed it to the front of the counter and left it there. Eventually the money disappeared and a cup of steaming coffee was in its place. She sipped on it, added sugar and then cream before taking a look around and checking out any customers or bus passengers that would fit the "Good Samaritan" clause she remembered from her Bible School days. 

Her eyes settled on the older man that had gotten off the bus before her. She hadn't spoken to him, then again she'd not spoken to anyone. Now she thought of what she could say to ease him into a friendly conversation, which of course would lead her to some money, in turn getting her some food.

With a determined stare she focused her blue eyes on the mop of gray hair, took a deep breath and with coffee in hand, headed over to make a new friend. 

"Hi," Chartreuse said with a perky lift to her voice. She waited to be acknowledged before sliding into the booth. Her eyes continued to stare him down and when he moved over and handed her the menu she grinned even more. "Thanks," she said. 

"They'll be retribution," he told her quietly. 

"Oh?" she asked. Her gaze traveled over him and she smirked. "Kinky guy are ya?" 

She was surprised by the rolling eyes he directed at her. "No," he answered. "Just company for the trip. I get lonely and enjoy conversation. This is a long bus ride and well. . .I tend to ramble and it would be nice to ramble to someone besides myself."

Chartreuse cocked a brow, but said nothing else. She studied the menu and when the waitress came over she gave her order and turned in her seat to begin her "job." 

"So tell me, boss. . .what's your name?" She sipped her coffee and followed his gaze. His eyes seemed focused on her hands and she felt subconscious, as she looked at her stubby fingernails and chipped polish. Her hands fell to her lap and she waited for him to speak. 

"Gabe," he said. He too was drinking coffee, black with no sugar or other additives. She grimaced her nose at the scent, but said nothing of it. She liked her drinks so sweet she couldn't taste the vile coffee bean, that was crushed into powder and camouflaged into something barely consumable by man or beast.

"Nice to meet you Gabe." She stuck out her hand and waited for him to take it. When he didn't, she sighed and slipped it back down to her lap. "I'm Chartreuse." 

She had gotten many reactions when people heard her name. Most laughed. Some asked if her parents' had been high when they named her. Some asked her to spell it or say it again slower so they could better pronounce it, but Gabe did none of those things. He just looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. 

"You know for a man that likes to talk you aren't doing it much," she said. 

"I like to ramble. Right now there is nothing to ramble about," he told her. 

The food arrived and Chartreuse heard her stomach roll from the aroma of greasy fries and meaty burgers. She was about to dig in when Gabe pushed it away. "She'll have a salad, roll, and soup. No dressing or butter," he told the server. 

Her shoulders slumped and she stared at him, then her food as she watched it be swept away and carried off. "What the fuck?" she growled. She stood up to leave, but felt a strong grip on her arm.

"Sit down," Gabe told her. 

The sparks in her eyes danced and she sat down only to pout until the food he'd ordered her was delivered. She said nothing to him or the waitress, but ate quietly until it was time to go. They boarded the bus, Gabe following her and then having her sit next to the window. He took the seat beside her and placed his hand on the arm rest between them. 

"Chartreuse is an interesting name," he said. "There is probably a story behind it and someday perhaps you'll tell it to me." 

"I doubt it," she muttered under her breath. 

She heard him laugh, but she stared blankly out the window, refusing to acknowledge him. The bus rolled onward and as it did, the sun disappeared and darkness filled the space that surrounded them. Gabe had rambled during the bus trip and as night fell. Eventually Chartreuse was feeling her eyes close and she'd jerk her head up to bring herself back to focus. It was during one of those times she felt a hand brush her thigh. 

"Shhh... go back to sleep, its just me," the voice whispered. 

"I thought," she moaned softly as she felt the strong fingers massage circles into her thigh. 

"It feels nice, doesn't it?" he asked. 

"Yes, you do that very well," she hissed low. "But people," her voice faded off. 

"It's too dark for them to see. I do other things well," he whispered. His hand traveled further and he parted her legs with his arm. "Open up for me," he told her. 

She did. Her body was relaxed and she felt the rolling of the bus under her as his hand moved over her soft panties. Chartreuse could have stopped him, but she wasn't sure how he'd react. Would he demand money for the food? Would he be willing to continue to feed her if she gave in? She didn't know what he'd do. The biggest question though was did she want him to stop. He was different somehow, he seemed stronger and more alive. His movements were sure and steady. Even his voice was thicker now that passion ruled it. 

"Nice," he whispered against her ear. His lips pressed a kiss under her ear lobe and she gasped, then coughed to cover up the aroused moan that threatened to escape. "Shhh... baby girl. I want you to open up for me...more."

"Oh God," she answered, her voice barely audible. 

She felt his fingers sweep her panties to the side and the cool rush of air mingling with the heat of his touch brought a shiver to her spine. Her body shifted on the seat and she lifted one of her hands from the arm rest and slipped it to the hem of her skirt. Carefully, scared that just the brush of fabric would stir suspicion, she pushed her skirt up higher on her thigh. 

When he captured her clit with his thumb and finger her hips rose from the chair. He chuckled softly and slid his tongue over the curve of her ear. "You're a slippy one, aren't you?" 

"Mmm..." she agreed. Her tongue snaked out and she licked her lips. "More," she whispered. 

Chartreuse sensed his wicked grin. She kept her eyes closed as he began to rub the strip of flesh between the two digits while the others that accompanied his hand, massaged the thick folds of her sex. The heady fragrance filled her senses and she thought, "How could someone not smell me?" 

He turned in his seat and raised the arm rest with his free hand and she could feel him turning toward her. The new position forced him to leave her clit, but allowed him access to her sweet hole, an opening he took and plundered with great delight. Chartreuse growled, but the sound was muffled when his mouth captured hers. He rammed his tongue into her as his fingers began the same rhythmic assault on her cunt. 

"Fuck," she hissed when he finally released her mouth and allowed her to draw in a deep gulp of air. She wondered if she'd been to loud, but all she heard was a cough from somewhere off to her right. "Harder," she whispered. 

She felt the additional insertion of a third finger and her body clamped around the invading force. Her pussy was not strong enough to keep him there. As he pulled out his nails scrapped the fleshy, juice covered walls until they were almost free of her welcoming home, then he impaled her again. Chartreuse rode the fingers that threatened to consume her, as she did she relished in the knowledge she would be rewarded this great pleasure as payment for listening to an old man ramble. 

The fourth finger was added and she almost screamed. Inside she was. In her head she was violently swearing and insisting he fuck her hard and tear her open. She wanted to come and she wanted to feel his cock making her take every inch. She wondered what he'd feel like inside her and she pictured riding the old man's cock until he was gasping for breath and begging her to stop. 

As he forced her pussy to accept his fingers she felt the edge of the cliff and grabbed his head. "Oh fuck," she hissed into his ear. "I'm coming."

He smiled against her black hair and told her to do it. 

She did. 

Her pussy erupted and come flowed hot like lave down her used cunt. The sweet nectar escaped the thoroughly fucked lips and down her shaky thighs. Her fingers clenched the fabric of her skirt and the fabric of his trousers. Stars flashed behind her clenched lids as he continued to plunge his fingers in and out, coaxing mini-climaxes from deep within her. 

"Oh God " she whimpered into the fabric of his shirt as she rode out the shivers and shakes. He chuckled softly and eased his hand from her. 

"You're on the bus the whole way right?" he whispered into her ear. He pulled his fingers free and ran them over her lips. She cleaned them, refusing to meet his stare, but instead choosing to keep her eyes closed and bask in the feeling of her fucked body. 

"Good. I better go, before the old man gets back from the john," the voice told her. 

By the time his words registered her passion sedated mind he was gone. Chartreuse sat up and looked around. Her eyes were wide and she reached up to turn on the overhead light that soon was illuminating her seat. Growls and complaints reached her ears and she immediately shut the light back off. She'd glanced around, but she had no clue who had been in the seat next to her. A minute later Gabe returned and she studied his silhouette. "Where were you?" she asked. 

"The john. You fell asleep, but you're awake now. . .so do you need me to talk you into a quiet slumber again?" he asked. 

"No," she whispered. "When are you getting off the bus?" she asked. 

"Next stops mine, but I'll leave you some cash. I don't want you selling yourself for food, okay."

She eyed him more closely. "You were really in the bathroom the whole time?" she asked. 

"Yes. That happens when you get to be my age. Sorry if I scared you by being gone," he answered. 

"No . . . it's nothing . . . guess I was dreaming," she whispered. 

"Girl, from the scent of things, it was some dream. Go to sleep," he ordered before reclining his chair and falling into a snoring slumber. 

Chartreuse looked around and though she couldn't see his eyes she could feel them. Now the question that plagued her mind was, "Who was he?" 



On the Bus: Oral Concert



Garth Brooks played quietly through the young man's earphones. He was on his way out to the sun and surf to visit his old college buddies and on the way there he was actually enjoying his little bus ride. He'd already played with one little number and kept her from knowing who he was and now she was off the bus and he was whistling a happy tune, inside his head. She never found out it was the cowboy in the corner that had brought her to climax. If he concentrated hard enough, he could still smell her on his fingers. Her scent was long gone, but he did have an imagination. 

He was busy working on a crossword puzzle when suddenly there was an explosion. The bus angled to the left than the right and eventually the driver pulled it to the side. John took off his headphones to listen to the driver. 

"Sorry folks, got a flat." 

John groaned as did several others. The driver radioed dispatch and then headed outside. Several people followed him and stretched their legs. John chose to stay on the bus and enjoy the tunes. He looked around and noticed a few folks had opted to stay on board also. One was an old woman sitting across from him, who was sound asleep. He did a double take with her to make sure she was still breathing. She was. Another was a couple of young women and lastly another man who seemed absorbed in the tunes that played from his IM. 

Twenty minutes went by and John again looked up from his crossword. The people outside had made themselves at home. Some sat in circles. Others laid out on the grass. He checked on the passengers that had opted to stay in and noticed no one had come or gone. The urge to stretch his legs finally won out and he stood up and headed to the front of the bus. His eyes glanced at the two women he was about to pass. 

There wasn't an alarm that sounded in his head, matter of fact nothing registered for a full two minutes as he stood transfixed. His eyes grew large and his pupils filled with lust. A voice did finally reach him or was it the scent? He wasn't sure, but he eventually blinked and looked away from the glorious blonde licking away at a perfectly shaped pussy. 

"If your going to take in the show Cowboy, you need to give us one in return," the redhead getting herself eaten out whispered. Her green eyes sparkled and then her lips parted, a gasp escaped and her back arched. "Harder, Becky." 

John smirked and sat down. What man in his right mind was going to turn down an offer like that. He chose the seat beside the women and opened his jeans. His cock was already at half mast having taken in the luscious sights and erotic sounds for a few minutes. When he released the beast, it took advantage of its freedom and finished rising to the occasion. 

"Beck, stop a minute and look at that dick," Kate whispered. 

Becky did as she was told and glanced at the young man in the cowboy hat and the penis he was holding. "Nice." She smiled and dipped her tongue back to the succulent pussy she'd been enjoying. Keeping her head angled, she watched the young man pull on his shaft. 

Kate pushed her hands up her blouse and resumed the game she'd been playing with her nipples. She rolled them both between her fingers and her gaze continued to shift from tongue to cock. "Nice indeed," she said and then she whimpered when she felt Becky's tongue slide along her slit. "Fuck, your starting over?" she asked. 

"Hell yay, gotta give him a show right. From the taste of you, you were almost there to weren't you doll?" Becky asked. 

"Yes," she growled. 

John smirked, tipped his hat to the girl he now knew was Becky and thanked her for slowing down. 

"See Kate. I told you cowboys' were polite." She pushed her tongue deeper along the folds of her best friend's pussy. 

John's hands dug his balls out and both girls giggled with pleasure as they watched their show begin. John began touching his cock with just the tips of his fingers, just like Becky was stroking Kate's pussy. Timid caresses of skin on skin made his cock jerk and the women's sexes throb. He smiled when he watched Becky open her mouth and give a long and very generous lap to Kate's mound. He groaned and ran his fingers over the thick, mushroom head of his dick. 

The girls continued watching him play and they continued to take advantage of the show and the flat tire. Becky kept her eyes on the massive dick and then reopened the lips of her friend's pussy. She slipped her tongue between the folds and swept it up and then down. Moisture was gathered like a small puddle of water being scrapped away and all of it fell into Becky's warm mouth. 

Kate hissed and pushed her hips forward. She massaged her breasts with her hands, pushing them into her and then pulling the nipples out. She rubbed her tits gently, feeling the ridges of her areola and then shivering when she found just the right about of tickling pressure that made them spark with heat. "Mmm . . . fuck that is so hot," she whispered and nodded at John's pre cum. "Taste it," she demanded with her words and her raised brows. 

John ran his finger over the oily substance and brought it to his lips. He cleansed it, welcomed the taste to his dry and parched palate. He then took more from his sex and offered it to each woman. Kate lapped it up and so he stroked more out for the willing beauty that was on her knees. She too swallowed the evidence of his arousal and he groaned as she took his finger like he imagined her taking his dick, deep and fast. 

She giggled and winked. "Sorry babe, we're just here for the show . . . for now" 

He didn't hide his disappointment, but he also didn't tell them to stop either. He was more than content to play with himself and not them. 

Becky pushed a finger into Kate's pussy and began to tease the hardening strip of flesh that was covered in juices that Becky had been pushing around. 

"Fuck yes, baby," Kate hissed out as Becky gnawed gently on her clit. Soon she was rocking her hips up and down, fucking her friend's face. Her eyes would sometimes flutter shut, making her miss part of the show John was providing for her, but what she saw was nice. 

John breathed in the scent of the two women and stroked his cock harder. His other hand held his balls and he began squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure that made his body hum in lust. He too mimicked the woman's hips and as she fucked a willing face, he fucked his palm and the air around him. "Tongue-fuck her," he growled out. 

Becky laughed and spread her friend's pussy wider, inserting two fingers and then her tongue. She bobbed her head up and down as she drove into Kate's pussy, drinking fluids that were growing thicker and warmer, as well as tastier. She buried her head and blew hot air into her lover's sex and chuckled when Kate was forced from sheer passion to release a nipple and grab Becky's hair and force her to hold her face still. 

"Beck! Oh fuck, Beck!" she exclaimed in a low whispered shout. 

John's eyes started to roll and he increased his rhythm. He wanted to come with the woman and he could tell she was close. The skin on his cock rolled over the head and as he made the return strokes down he gripped his shaft tighter. Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. He kept the motion going and then watched as best he could through glaze-filled eyes as Kate gushed out come for Becky's eager mouth. 

"Argh . . .," John grunted and sprayed come all over his hands and jeans. He coated his dick with his milk and a lopsided grin was his only expression as he saw Becky greedily drink up Kate's climax. 

Becky was lost in the sensation of Kate's sweet pussy. She never tired of quenching her thirst and took sometime to bring another orgasm from deep within her friend. She suckled from the rosy pussy and then slipped her tongue all over the fleshy sides, stealing more honey. In time she finished cleaning her "plate" and slid her mouth up to bite each nipple and then kiss Kate's beautiful mouth. 

Kate melted into her lover and whispered, "Your turn." 

John took several breaths and shuddered as he imagined what was going to happen next. Next, never came for John. The sight of a second bus appeared and he and the girls quickly repaired themselves. The driver came on board and ordered everyone to change buses.

Smiling to the ladies, John tipped his hat and made his way back to his seat to gather up his belongings, wondering what was in store for him on the next leg of his journey. 

Author's note: If you wish to know who John made come earlier in the Chain read: On the Bus: Naughty Whispers, written by myself. It is the first of the Chain.



On the Bus: Punk Picnic



Brianna turned up her headphones and stretched in her seat. It was cramped and seemed to have been made intentionally uncomfortable, like the powers that be were telling her that she really did get what she paid for. She swore silently that she would wait to travel next time, until she could afford to fly or had a spot in a road trip vehicle offered to her.

The bus was pulling into a small town station; Brianna stretched across her seat and the one next to it. She closed her eyes and feigned sleep, Tom Waits serenading her.

A few minutes passed, and she was sure that the handful of passengers getting on the bus must have already found seats. Just to be safe, she decided to remain sprawled out until the bus started moving.

Something bumped into Brianna's foot. She ignored it, the first time. When it happened again, she opened her eyes and looked up. There, by her feet, stood a lanky boy covered in tattoos. He had long black and fire engine red dreadlocks, and one inch plugs in his earlobes. She wasn't used to even seeing other punks on the buses, nevermind a really hot guy wearing a Rudimentary Peni t-shirt and a grin who wanted to sit next to her.

She slid her headphones off and let them drop to rest against the back of her neck.

"Umm, sorry," she mumbled as she twisted and slid her feet off of the second seat.

"No problem," said the guy, "I wouldn't have woken you up, but there aren't any other seats except next to the homeless lady up there who smells like piss."

"Ugh. The entire bus has reeked since she got on. I feel bad for her, but I feel much worse for all of us. At least she's used to her own stench."

"I have to agree with you there." He shoved his backpack into the overhead rack and sat in the now-empty seat next to Brianna.

"I'm Jason." He stuck his hand out at her, somewhat awkwardly as he was tall and the one thing buses lack most is space.

"Brianna. Nice to meet you." She took his hand, shook it and was reluctant to let go.

"Same here. Travel much?" He stretched out the best he could once she'd given his hand back to him.

"Every chance I get!" Brianna beamed at her neighbour. "Unfortunately, I've spent far too much time on buses in the past month. It's ok, though – at least it's cheap, and once I get to each city I'm so excited to see friends that I forget how much the bus ride sucked. At least until I have to get on another one... You?"

"About the same. My band tours at least a month a year. Sometimes I get the itch and have to run off and just hitchhike around for a while, or whatever. Right now I'm heading to my sister's wedding. I thought she might prefer picking me up at the bus station to me trainhopping and showing up filthy." He shrugged. "Plus I need to be back at work in a few days, or I'll be embarking on a job hunt when I return."

"That's exciting. I bet your sister's pretty stoked, huh?"

"Oh, she's a mess. But she'll get over it. She's just stressing over everything right now. Forgive me if I'm being too nosey, or just tell me to fuck off... What do you do?"

Brianna laughed.

"What do I do?" She paused a moment, blushing. "Uh... well, I have phone sex."

"Wow, really? Does it pay well?"

"It's ok. The pay is great per hour, but some weeks the phone hardly rings."

"Do you sit in an office somewhere?"

"Yep, at home."

"That's awesome! What a sweet job... I'm just a lowly cook."

"Well, folks want to go out to eat, and they couldn't do that without the people who do your job."

"True enough." He shook his head, laughing. "Phone sex..."

"And the company I work for is fetish-oriented, so I get some really interesting calls too."

"What kind of fetishes?"

"Just about anything, really. I won't take the calls that involve children, animals, severe mutilation or shit. Don't laugh... Shit in a sexual context just grosses me out. But, other than that, I'm pretty open-minded. I figure everyone's got their kinks, and I provide them with an outlet. Plus it gives me time to do things I enjoy, not having to punch a clock and work certain hours."

"Are they hiring?" Jason laughed.

"Not men, unless you're transsexual."

"Damn."





On the Bus: Sacred Prostitute



A fading red sun had just been setting over the horizon when Holly curled herself into her seat by the window. Lulled by the constant journey of the bus wheels and the soft conversation of the other passengers, she drifted, dreaming of sunshine and warmth, but the sun had long disappeared when she opened her eyes to find the bus had stopped to pick up more passengers.

She watched them file on, already travel-weary, transferring from another line. When he sat next to her, the bus was nearly full, and he apologized as he stowed a camouflage bag under the seat. She noticed, the way she noticed everything, his crew cut, the ragged nails bitten to the quick, the dark hallows under the eyes before he closed them in what was clearly an involuntary act. He was exhausted. 

"It's okay, I don't take up much room," Holly murmured, curling up again on her window side, knowing he hadn't heard her. He was asleep already. 

When she awoke again, the moon was too high to be seen, but high enough to give the highway a white glow, like a photo negative. The interior of the bus was dark and quiet. Everyone was asleep, it seemed—there wasn't even the dim shine of a single reading light. Holly found her head resting on the chest of the man beside her. His arm had found its way to her waist, pulling her in close, and although she wondered at it, she wasn't surprised. 

She seemed to have an inner magnet that drew her to men—especially those who needed her. And she had been sure, even in her sleepy state on their first meeting, that this one needed her. He slept, but not peacefully. His eyes moved rapidly beneath the lids. His right hand, the one in his lap, twitched. She could actually hear him grinding his teeth in his sleep, his jaw working over and over. 

As she watched, he made a soft, grunting noise, his body shuddering involuntarily, and he was immediately awake, the right hand, which had been twitching, was at her throat, and he pressed her back against the seat with what couldn't be described as anything else but a deep, guttural growl. 

She didn't scream or panic. Instead, she went limp, waiting while sanity slowly returned to the man's eyes and face, and with it, a dawning horror. 

"Oh my god," he whispered, lips trembling, eyes wide. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. So sorry!" He pulled his hand back as if touching her burned him. She was essentially pinned against the seat until he moved quickly to his own side, shaking, resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees.

She didn't have to ask—she knew. But she did anyway, her hand moving to touch the soft fuzz at the nape of his neck, stroking gently. "Iraq?"

He gave a short nod, not lifting his head, clearly ashamed of what he'd done, what he'd been about to do. 

"I.Am.So.Sorry." Each word was punctuated, as if he could make them more clear and meaningful by doing so, but the words were whispered—they were both aware of the sleeping people around them. "I was dreaming. I was...I thought you..."

"It's okay." Holly's hand moved over his shoulder as he sat back in the seat. His eyes met hers, and she saw the pain there, the horror. 

"Please." He took her hand, pushed her gently away, his expression beyond pain. "I can't. You touching me. I just can't." 

"Ahhh, weary warrior," she murmured, ignoring his plea. Both hands now, stroking down the front of his fatigues, over his chest and belly, long, slow movements. She watched his face slowly relax, his eyes soften as he looked at her. 

"What are you—?" His words stopped when she pressed her fingers over them, and then followed her fingers with her mouth, kissing him gently, the soft press of her lips on his a tender panacea. She climbed between his legs, nuzzling his neck, his shoulder, smelling the essence of the masculine, breathing it in as she pressed her whole body to him, rubbing in that same, steady, downward motion.

"Oh...god..." His eyes closed, the tension in his body, held coiled and tight somewhere in his belly, she knew, began to unwind. She knelt before him on the floor of the bus, squeezed in, not a lot of room to work, but she didn't need much. 

"It's okay," Holly whispered, her cheek resting against his thigh as she worked his zipper down, reaching her hand through the gap to find what she was looking for. "It's going to be okay." 

She felt his hand in her hair, gentle now, the power in it when he had her pinned to the seat restrained as she rubbed her cheek against his crotch. He was soft, pliable in her hand, but she had never met a man alive who could resist her touch, and this one was no exception. It took him time, but she had time. The world was asleep, and they were just two travelers journeying together in the darkness, sharing a moment of feeling.

When he was hard enough in her hand, she used her mouth, making him gasp and clench his hand into a fist in her honey-colored hair. She made a soft noise of approval in her throat, her mouth too full of his cock to do much more, and his hips shifted, giving her more of him. 

Her hands moved over his chest, down his belly, again and again as she sucked him, the same steady downward motion. She worked as if she could draw it out of him—the pain, the horror, the rage—bring it down and out and through his body with this one solitary act of love, on her knees before him in gratitude for everything he had sacrificed. 

Holly felt tears stinging her eyes as she worshipped the length of his cock, tower of heat and strength filling her mouth, filling her completely. The soldier's eyes met hers in the darkness, the moonlight through the window giving them just enough to see each other's shadows by, and he cupped her cheeks in his big hands, his cock slowly thrusting into her wet, waiting mouth.

It was a moment she would never forget, when the world slipped back into place and gave them both just what they needed during that brief flash of connection. His whole body quivered at the moment of climax, and her soft hands pressed his bare belly beneath his shirt, feeling what had been coiled there spring, release, let go. He flooded her mouth then, and she thought it would never stop, endless waves of heat, and she swallowed it all, as if doing so might erase any sign of his agony.

They didn't speak. The soldier zipped up as Holly worked her way back to the seat, and this time when she pressed herself against his side, she was awake, conscious of the act, and he welcomed her warmth, his breathing easy now. She watched him sleep for a while, a peaceful thing, and it pleased her beyond words as she drifted toward a dreamless darkness.

It was morning when they woke, stiff and sore, stretching the night off as the bus pulled into another stop. It was his—her destination was further down the road. 

"What's your name, soldier?" she asked as he pulled his camouflage duffel from under the seat and shouldered it. 

He gave her a small smile, and she thought he spoke the next words with a pride he hadn't felt in a long, long time. "David Michael Jordan, Lance Corporal, United States Marine Corp."

She nodded, her eyes on his, and felt those tears threatening again.

He was blocking the aisle for other passengers, and while they both noticed, neither cared. He touched her cheek, rubbing gently with one finger. "What's your name, angel?"

"Holly."

Smiling—he had a bright, beautiful smile—he said, "I think you must be an angel, Holly."

"No." She smiled back, and said the next without any hint of shame. "I'm a prostitute."

"Jesus." His jaw dropped. "Really?" 

She nodded as he lifted her chin, looked into her eyes, his face puzzled. "Do I...I mean...do I owe you—"

"I owe you." She turned her face toward his hand, cradled it and kissed his palm. "We all do. It was my gift."

"Yes." He leaned down and kissed her, briefly, the passengers behind him shuffling. "You are." 

She watched him get off the bus, feeling more full and whole than she had in a long time. He stood there until they pulled out a few minutes later, duffel at his feet. He gave her a short salute when she waved. His eyes met hers for a brief, tender moment before the bus accelerated, moving her forward on her journey, one of constant, unexpected pleasure and human connection.

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On The Bus: Sexting



Cindy was woken up by the horn blowing. She stretched herself and took a look at the watch.

What? Still 8 am?, she complained to herself.

She was on a bus to visit her boyfriend. She had got up early to catch the 4.30 bus, and decided to sleep the whole journey through. Or at least the first half of it. But it was becoming a difficult task. The first hour and a half had been easy. No stops, a quite nice road, and silence. But after the first stop, it had been impossible to catch any sleep. Stops every 30 minutes, people going up and down the bus, lots of chatting... So, finally, she decided not to try any more.

Cindy grabbed her phone and messaged Rick.

*Good morning! I'm halfway there, sort of. But this is soooo boring!*

She took a look outside. Cindy had managed to get a window seat. The first time she had gone to visit him, she had enjoyed the sightings. But after so many trips, she knew the landscape too well to be entertained with it. Too bad they had ended up going to so separated colleges.

Beep beep.

*Morning, darling! You are bored and I'm dying with anticipation. What are you wearing? I want to decide in advance what piece of clothes I'm going to take off you first ;) *

She blushed a little.

*You naughty boy, I won't fall in your game now. I'm not alone in here, you know?*

They usually had that kind of risqué chatting. Being separated as they were, they felt it got them a little closer, and they could enjoy themselves knowing the other would be doing the same.

*C'mon! U wanted some entertainment, right? Just let me know if I'll have to unbutton, unzip, or rip up ;) *

She was tempted to answer, but in the previous stop, a girl about her age had sat by her side, and Cindy didn't want her to read anything improper. Not that she cared what that lady would think about her, but she was a bit shy.

So she decided to cut the conversation and put the phone away. Two minutes after, her jeans vibrated with a new message.

*Are U touching yourself already? That was quick! ;P *

Cindy turned around a little and rested her back on the window. At least that way she could make sure the other girl wouldn't read her messages.

*Dumbass! Just stop it. There's a girl sitting by my side.*

She would have liked to follow the game, but she didn't like being watched.

*Just turn around then. Although I guess she probably has her own entertainment... Now, tell me! Dress? Skirt? Jeans?*

In fact, Rick was right. The girl was reading a magazine, but that wouldn't stop her from watching...

*Ok, you win this time. But just because the trip is so boring. Jeans and shirt. I know you'll love it.*

Cindy bit her lower lip as she peeked at her companion. She seemed quite immersed in her reading, so Cindy felt a little bit better.

*Too bad. Somehow I was hoping for a skirt... It's quicker, no need to undress you to get inside you...*

Cindy was starting a reply when she got another message:

*But there is no rush. My roommate went away for the weekend, so we have the whole flat for ourselves. Where do you want to start? Bedroom? Kitchen? Living room?*

They had always liked to try new things, and in previous visits, they had made it in all those places.

*I remember the sofa was quite comfy ;)*

Cindy was starting to get hot from the texting and memories. She wondered what was she going to do about that. It was still 4 hours more until she would arrive to her destination.

*Plenty of things we did on that sofa... Are you wet? I bet you are. You could get off the bus in the next station and treat yourself in the toilets...*

*Next stop is just 5 minutes long. I wouldn't want to miss the bus lingering on.* 

She had thought about it, but it was too risky.

*Then change seats. I'm sure you could find a solitary place in the back seat. No one would bother you there.*

She instinctively took a look at the back of the bus. She was happy to see the two last rows were empty. In fact, the bus was far from crowded, and she wondered why the girl had sat next to her, having so many seats available. Cindy thought abut changing seats in the next stop. But she didn't want to wait.

"Excuse me", she said to the girl by her side as she got up, her phone in one hand and her bag in the other.

Soon enough she was at the back of the bus, sat by the window, quite far from anybody else.

*Changed seats. Feel like helping me a little?*

Her left hand was already exploring the inside of her jeans. It was a little hard but she was used to it, so it wasn't that difficult.

*So hot! You already feeling your juices? I bet you'll just need to rub yourself a little to get off, so thrilled being in public, right?

It was a strange feeling, indeed. She was worried about being caught, but it wouldn't happen. Everybody was minding their own business, most people sleeping or reading. But that worry was also turning her on, making her feel more aroused.

Her fingers were already around her spot, wet and sharp. She went on rubbing around it, trying to keep silent. Her eyes were moving from her phone to the people in the bus, checking no one was looking at her

*I wish I was there with you, I'd be so glad to help you. I could even lick your hot little button, so tasty...*

Her hand went frenzy. Cindy tried to type something with her other hand, but she was already trembling and she could only read one more message before she went off.

*But don't worry, sweetheart, I'll lick you later, I'll make sure to drain all that juice out of your sweet hole*

Thinking about the two of them finally together set her free. The phone almost fell from her hand when her body collapsed to her pleasure.

It took her a minute to gain her composure and as soon as she did, she took a look round her. Everything was fine, except...

*!!! Rick! She saw me*

Cindy's cheeks were flashing red.

* Who? Saw you what?

Cindy was now huddled in her seat, completely hid from everybody's view.

*The girl I was sitting next to before. I don't know when, but she changed seats too and was looking at me from two rows ahead*

She wouldn't dare look again.

*She liked you! That is so hot! Of course, you are such a pretty lady ;)*

*Not funny ~~ I am so embarrassed...*

*Hey, if she hasn't got off the bus when you get here... You could tell her to join us ;) That would be our best chance to get a threesome :)*

*Hate you*

Cindy put the phone in her pocket. She felt it vibrate a couple of times, but she didn't take it out. They were probably some "sorry" or "just a joke" messages. She wasn't really mad at him, but she wanted him to suffer a little.

Instead, she peeked at the girl between the seats. The girl turned around a couple more times but as she couldn't see Cindy now, she stopped.

It was the end of the trip and Cindy had to get off the bus, and by chance, she was after the girl who had been peeking at her at the stairs of the bus. The girl turned around before the last step:

"Glad you had a nice time back there, but you needn't have moved, we could have enjoyed it together", she said with a wink, and disappeared in the crowd.

Cindy was shocked, and a little turned on. But she saw Rick waiting for her in the distance and running to him became her only thought. 



On the Bus: The Ragged Man



On the Bus is a chain story that does not rely on any previous or incoming chapters. Each submission is considered stand alone and only relates to the others via the bus.

 

The bus driver was about to close the door and pull away when one last passenger stumbled up the steps and held out a ticket. Grabbing the ticket the driver tore off one of the stubs and handed the remainder to the ragged man who shoved it into the pocket of his threadbare raincoat. He then began walking down the narrow aisle toward the back of the bus.

As the man moved slowly past each successive row the other passengers began to tense up and fidget as he approached, in some cases actually sliding to an aisle seat to block him from sitting next to them. Several passengers fanned their faces and frowned, some even held their nose after he passed.

He finally found an empty pair of seats and sat down, ignoring the two passengers in adjacent seat rows getting up to move to other seats. Unbuttoning his raincoat he folded it in half and placed it in a bin above his seat. He then sat down running his hand down his face, his fingers carefully running down the jagged line of a fresh scar. As his hand reached his chin he ran his palm over the three day stubble dislodging some dried food and bits of lint to fall onto his lap.

Brushing off his lap, something that alarmed several passengers, he leaned back, put his head against the window and closed his eyes. Soon his breathing calmed and he fell asleep. Only then did many of the passengers relax and let themselves close their own eyes.

The bus continued westward into the night and one by one most of the passengers fell asleep. In spite of the apprehension the trip continued without incident. The driver glanced at his watch and then checked his gas gauge. Looking at a passing exit sign it appeared he was confirming he had enough gas to reach his next stopping point.

Suddenly the ragged man sitting alone in the seat row screamed out, "No you don't," and leapt at a couple sitting in a seat across from him. He grabbed the man, pulled him out of his seat and threw him to the ground as something hit the floor and rattled down the aisle.

The ragged man briefly turned his attention to the woman, reaching up, grabbing his raincoat and tossing it to her. She quickly covered up concealing her naked and sliced panties. As he turned back to the man on the ground two other passengers grabbed him and pulled him away from the man, while a third passenger picked a knife up from the floor.

The woman watched as the passengers subdued the ragged man holding him in his seat as the other man got up, dusted off his suit and sat back down next to her. He took her hand and squeezed it firmly.

"What did you think you were doing?" one of the passengers screamed.

The ragged man replied, "It wasn't me, it was him, he did that to her."

By then the bus had slowed to a stop and the driver called out. "Hold him down, I've called the police." He then walked to where the ragged man was held. Looking over at the woman he asked, "Are you okay?" 

She looked up at the man in the suit then answered, "Yes, now that they stopped him."

"What about you sir?" the driver asked the man in the suit.

"It was a bad for a moment there, but now that you have him I'm okay."

"Well, the police should be here shortly and we'll see about getting him off the bus," he nodded at the ragged man.

When the police arrived they immediately handcuffed the ragged man and led him off the bus. Passengers watched out the windows as then put him in a patrol car. Before they pulled away with him they also walked the well-dressed man and woman off the bus where they all talked for about fifteen minutes.

Finally the well-dressed man and woman climbed back onto the bus and took their seat where they sat silently as the police cars pulled away and the bus driver closed the door and started up the engine. He pulled out onto the roadway continuing the journey.

After an hour or so when most of the passengers were asleep the well-dressed man leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His hand firmly grasped her long hair as her head bobbed up and down on his lap.



On the Bus: The Virgin Voyeur



Kylie tried not to watch them, she really did. She had tried to read her book, but it had been impossible to concentrate on the words on the page when the only thing she could think about was the couple across the aisle from her. They'd gotten on the bus about an hour after she had, walking down the aisle holding hands and laughing. It had only been a few minutes after the bus had gotten back on its way when they'd begun kissing. It'd been easier to ignore them then. At first, Kylie had just looked out the window and watched the scenery go by, thinking about the boyfriends she'd had in high school, wondering when she'd finally lose her virginity.

At the first stop, the couple had stayed on the bus, completely ignoring all the other passengers getting off for soda or bathroom breaks. Kylie had gotten off the bus with everyone else, not for the bathroom or a snack, but to give herself a chance to cool down. While she'd been able to mostly ignore them, she was more than a little turned on after listening to their breathless moans and whispers for the past hundred miles.

It had gotten worse after the stop. By then, Kylie had tossed her book aside and tried to tune out their sounds with her ipod, but she found her eyes continually drawn back. Until finally, Kylie stopped trying to look away. Instead, she adjusted herself so she leaned against the side of the bus and faced them, her legs stretched out on her seat in front of her. She figured if they happened to see her watching, she could quickly look away, or pretend to be falling asleep. But considering their total absorption in each other, she didn't think she had anything to worry about.

Though the lighting in the bus was growing dim, Kylie could see that the man had unbuttoned the woman's shirt, exposing her breasts almost completely. The woman wore no bra and her nipples were hard, and seemed, to Kylie's inexperienced eye, almost painfully erect. The man pinched and pulled her nipples, alternating between them. The woman occasionally arched her back and thrust her chest out toward the man, and Kylie assumed she must have been enjoying the sensation. Kylie had never seen anyone touch a woman's breasts the way the man was, and had certainly never experienced it. Her boyfriends, the few who had been allowed to touch her breasts in high school, had mostly rubbed and squeezed them like they would a cow. She'd never enjoyed it much, but not knowing better, she'd thought that was the way foreplay was supposed to be. Which might explain why she'd not actually gone all the way with any of them.

While he continued to pinch the woman's nipples, the man kissed the woman. As Kylie watched, the man kissed along the woman's jaw and over toward her ear and then down her neck. The woman arched her back again and moaned. Almost without knowing it, Kylie began to lightly tease her own nipples through her shirt. When she realized what she was doing, she looked around at the other passengers, making sure no one had seen her touching herself. Certain of her privacy, Kylie continued to tease her nipples and then, experimentally, pinched one. She gasped at the sensation, understanding what the woman was feeling. Kylie watched as the man lowered his head to one nipple and suckled it. Kylie did know what that felt like, and she had enjoyed it, a little. But this man seemed to do something different than her boyfriends had; occasionally, he would almost bite down on the woman's nipple and each time the woman would grab his head. At first, Kylie thought the woman wanted him to stop. Then she realized that she was grabbing his head to hold him hard against her breast.

Kylie pinched her nipple again harder. Again she gasped at the sensation, but it didn't seem like quite enough. Reaching behind her, Kylie quickly unclasped her bra, so that she could loosen it from her breasts. She desperately wanted skin-to-skin contact, and touching herself through her shirt and her bra was not nearly good enough. Looking around her again, she decided it would be safe to reach under her shirt and touch herself. She pinched her bare nipple, harder yet, and an audible cry came out of her lips. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, and so didn't see the couple glance in her direction. They smiled at one another, realizing that Kylie was watching them. By the time Kylie opened her eyes and brought herself to check if anyone had heard her, the couple was once again absorbed in each other.

Kylie watched as the man sat back against his seat, no longer facing the woman. Kylie was disappointed that he had stopped kissing her, until she realized that the woman was unzipping the man's pants. The man was sitting in the aisle seat, just a few feet from Kylie, and she could see the slide of the zipper and the woman's hand reaching into his pants and pulling out his cock. Kylie gasped at his length and at the couple's complete lack of inhibitions. She had never seen a man's cock in real life and had certainly never seen one so close, and she was shocked that the couple would expose themselves so publicly.

But she was also glad they had because Kylie was incredibly aroused by the site of the man's pulsing erection. It seemed to stand almost upright from his body. The woman began to slide her hand up and down the length of it, almost caressing it with each stroke. Kylie looked at the man's face and saw that his eyes were closed and he was half-smiling. The woman was completely focused on what she was doing. After several more strokes, the woman leaned down over his cock and licked the very tip. Kylie was shocked that the woman would go so far on a bus. Just like she'd never seen a cock, she'd never seen a blowjob and though she'd heard stories, she didn't actually know how to give one. She was very curious to see how it worked.

The woman continued to lick only the top of his dick, almost like a lollipop. That seemed easy enough to Kylie. Then the woman opened her mouth around it and began to take it into her mouth, inch by inch. The man wrapped his hand through the woman's hair and pulled it back from her face, to give himself- and Kylie- a better view of the woman's mouth as it worked its way down his shaft. Kylie's eyes grew wide as the woman lowered herself all the way to the bottom of his cock. The whole thing was in her mouth! Kylie didn't think she could ever do that, but just the idea of it made her panties damp. She had an aching need to touch herself, to rub her hand over her clit, like she sometimes had after her boyfriends dropped her off after a date. 

Kylie watched the woman's head as she began to bob up and down, swallowing and then almost releasing the cock over and over. The man's face grew tense and Kylie wondered, briefly, how it would taste when he came in the woman's mouth. The woman began to move faster and faster, and Kylie could no longer resist. Checking yet again that no one was watching, Kylie slid her hand between her legs and began to press against the rough seam of her denim jeans. While it wasn't as good as being able to touch herself, the hardness of the denim provided plenty of friction for her clit, and she began to rub in time to the woman's head, trying to keep pace with the motion of her mouth.

Kylie saw a small tug of the man's hand on the woman's hair and the woman pulled up from his cock, just a couple of inches. The woman began to stroke the man's cock again with her hand, faster and firmer than before. Kylie continued to rub against her jeans, wanting very badly to have a man between her legs, to know what that man's cock felt like inside her. The tension built in Kylie's body as she watched them, watched the rigidity of his cock and the stroke of the woman's hand. Her whole body tightened, and just as Kylie was on the brink of her orgasm, the man's hips lifted off the seat and Kylie watched as come spurted out of his cock and onto the woman's face and neck. Kylie could see it clinging to her skin and dripping slightly down her neck. The man's hips continued to jut off the seat slightly until, eventually, he stilled. The woman looked up at him and laughed. 

Kylie's clit still throbbed and even though she'd had a small orgasm, her body ached for more. She continued to rub through her jeans even though it was no longer enough. She watched as the man handed the woman a tissue and the woman cleaned off her skin. Again, Kylie vaguely wondered what it tasted like, and she wondered why he had come on her face and not in the woman's mouth. She was glad he had, though, because she'd been able to watch the pulsing of his cock and the spray of his come as he shot out of him. 

Suddenly, Kylie became aware that the couple was watching her, and she looked away, embarrassed at having been caught. 

"Enjoy the show?" she heard him ask. She turned to him, surprised by the question. Seeing the genuine interest on their faces, she smiled shyly and nodded.

"Good," the woman told Kylie. 

The man laughed at that, and said, "We've still got a long way to go until we get there. Maybe we can do it again."

Kylie's cheeks turned pink in embarrassment, but she was aroused enough by the idea to reply, "I hope so."



On the Bus to LA



"Last call for boarding, Whippet Transit 48 to Los Angeles and points between now boarding at Lot Seven ..."

Karen Dewhurst slung her duffel bag into bus 48's baggage compartment and climbed on board. She headed for the last row of seats hoping to avoid having a seat mate on the trip. She was in no mood for conversation. Taking the seat by the window, she relaxed for the first time in days. Her job search in Philadelphia had been a flop and she was almost broke. Mom and Dad had offered to put her up for a while, so she was heading to Los Angeles to crash with them until she got back on her feet.

Feeling a sudden twinge in her right hip, she shifted in her seat and flexed her leg. Fortunately, these new European model buses had more comfortable seats and more leg room. She'd have to check in with the VA when she got in and see if ...

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Shaken from her thoughts, Karen looked up to see a pretty redhead wearing a colorful blouse and a short denim skirt much like her own smiling down at her. Damn! At least it was a woman.

"Nope, have a seat."

The redhead flopped down, blew an errant curl of cinnamon colored hair from her face, sighed and made a futile attempt to pull the hem of her skirt down. Her legs were long, well-shaped and muscular; a dancers legs. Her face was heart shaped, with dazzling white teeth and jade green eyes that looked right through you. Her softball sized breasts rode high on her chest and her figure was lithe with curves in all the right places. 

"Oh thanks. I'm so glad to be sitting with a woman my age. The dudes all try hitting on me and the old folks talk your ear off. Know what I mean?"

Karen chuckled and said "The names Karen Dewhurst, what's yours?"

"Julie, Julie Whitney, you going to LA too?"

"Yep, thought I'd try gettin' into the movies."

"No kiddin'? I can see why, you're pretty."

Julie liked her seat mate right away. Karen was a big woman, not quite six feet tall, with broad shoulders, muscular limbs, slim waist and ample breasts. Her face reflecting her mixed heritage of Irish, French-Canadian and Native American with high cheekbones, close cropped black hair, an aquiline nose and a full lipped mouth.

As they chatted and looked each other over, the same thought crossed both their minds 'I wonder how she is in bed?' Followed by 'Ahhh, she's probably straight. She looks fine though.'

With a hiss of air brakes and the thrumming of its diesel engine, the bus left the terminal, wending its way through the downtown traffic and onto the Interstate headed west. As the bus rolled along, the women were soon chatting like old friends about what was of interest to them.

Julie was a singer and a dancer who occasionally worked in strip clubs between gigs. Karen had been trained in the Army both as a weapons specialist and general mechanic. Julie had a friend in LA who thought she could get her some parts in the movies, on the stage or singing with a band. Karen explained about her fruitless job hunt and her deciding to bunk with her parents for a while until she could go out on her own again.

Several hours passed and, when the conversation flagged, they each took reading tablets from their purses and settled back to entertain themselves. The subdued rumble of the engine, the singing of the tires on pavement and the gentle swaying of the bus in crosswinds combined to make the women drowsy and soon they were asleep. Later, they were awakened by the driver announcing the next stop and an hour's layover for dinner.

***

Walking across the terminal to the restaurant, Julie noticed Karen seemed to be favoring her right leg and said "Get a cramp from sitting?"

"Nah, I hurt my leg a couple years back and still it bugs me every so often."

"I can relate. I've pulled a muscle before. How'd you hurt it?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"Okay, no problem."

They found the restaurant, were seated, they ordered and when their meals came, they ate in silence. Karen seemed preoccupied and Julie chose not to disturb her. She hoped she hadn't annoyed Karen by asking about her leg and wondered if she would have to change seats when they got back.

With that, Karen emerged from her reverie and said "You wanna split a piece of cheesecake for dessert?"

"Sure," Julie replied, happy that Karen was still talking to her.

After their meal, they window shopped at the stores in the terminal, bought some drinks and snacks for later and boarded the bus. Not long afterward it left the terminal and headed down the Interstate toward the setting sun.

"What's that you're reading?" Karen asked when Julie took her tablet from her purse.

"It's a book one of the girls at the club told me about. It's called 'Tipping the Velvet' and it's all about Lesbians in Victorian England."

"Sounds interesting, is it fiction or history?"

"It's fiction, but it's well written and gets pretty steamy in spots."

"I'll have to check it out."

"You can read it when I'm done."

"Hey, thanks."

The bus continued on into the gathering dusk and, after a time, the driver announced he was dimming the interior lights so people could sleep. Karen was already dozing in her seat, so Julie turned off her tablet and settled in.

***

Living in combat zones had made Karen a light sleeper, subconsciously attuned to odd noises that might mean trouble; so when her seat mate began moaning softly, Karen was instantly awake. She looked over and saw Julie with her head back, eyes shut and her front teeth over her lower lip. Then she saw the woman's arm moving under the blanket in her lap and thought 'Damn, she's jilling off. It musta been that book she was reading'.

Julie moaned again and her arm moved faster. 'She looks so fuckin' hot', Karen thought then impulsively flipped up the armrest between them, slid over against the masturbating woman and whispered in her ear "Want some help?"

"Aw, yeah," was the whimpered reply.

Julie's heart jumped when Karen slid against her and whispered in her ear. She'd hoped that Karen would notice what she was doing and see if she liked girls. It jumped again when Karen's hand closed over hers under the blanket, their fingers interlocked and now Julie had four fingers digging into her gooey pussy. It was sooo hot, she almost came right then, but wanted to enjoy their intimacy so she held off.

Karen snuggled even closer to Julie, gripping her left shoulder tightly as their excitement grew. Karen's panties were wet and she felt Julie's body tense and knew she was close to cumming. The scent of a pussy being fucked filled their nostrils and the muted 'slish-slish-slish' sound from under the blanket was thrilling.

"Oh gawwd, I'm gonna cum, Ahhhhhhh..." Julie moaned and jetted warm juices over their hands from her overflowing pussy. Karen gripped Julie's hand and worked them deeper inside her hot snatch, quickly bringing her to a second jolting orgasm. Julie slumped back on the seat, eyes closed; breathing heavily while Karen licked her fingers clean of the woman's pungent cum. It was delicious.

Julie stirred after a minute or two and said, "Oh wow that was so goddamn hot. Thanks, baby."

"You got me all worked up when I saw you jilling off," Karen replied. "I just had to join in."

Julie sat up, kissed Karen full on the mouth and said, "You wanna get off too?"

"Fuck, yeah, I do!"

Then it was Karen's turn to pull her skirt up, take off her soaked panties, put the blanket over her lap and enjoy an energetic four finger fucking of her now drenched pussy. Julie snuggled close, nibbling and licking Karen's ear as she helped fuck her, Karen moaning in delight at the dual stimulation while raising her hips wanting to be fucked harder.

The sighs, the moans, the heavy breathing, the squishing noises, continued until Karen's body went rigid; she screamed "FUCK!" and squirted clear ejaculate all over their hands and the blanket. Her orgasm rolled on as Julie continued finger fucking her until she fell back in the seat, exhausted. 

"Are you ladies alright? I heard a scream," said a voice. They looked towards the aisle to see an elderly man standing there, a look of concern on his face.

"My friend was having a nightmare," Julie said. "Everything's okay now, thanks."

"Just wanted to check," was the reply, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," they replied.

"Damn, I haven't gotten off like that in a good while," Karen murmured, "Sorry about the yelling."

Julie giggled, "S'okay, babe. It was all I could do to keep from yelling myself. That was sooo sexy, I can't believe it."

"Yeah, I know," Karen replied, kissing her. Julie responded and they kissed with lots of tongue until Julie panted "We better slow down before we have another fuck session, not that I'd mind of course."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Karen said. They pushed the sticky blanket under the seat, pulled down their skirts, covered themselves with the remaining blanket, cuddled up and went to sleep.

***

By the time they'd reached their next stop, the women were very hungry. Taking a booth in the terminal's restaurant, they sat together giggling like schoolgirls and flirting outrageously, oblivious to the reactions of their fellow diners. When their breakfasts were served, they were quickly devoured, both pausing momentarily to feed the other a tidbit from their plate. After they finished, they found the terminal's Ladies Room so they could wash and dry their caked panties.

The room was cavernous, a long row of sinks, mirrors and hand dryers on one wall, an even longer row of toilet stalls along another. Washing their panties with hand soap in the sinks, they then dried them with hand driers. They were about to leave when Julie said "You know, there's no one else in here, let's go to that last stall and fool around a little."

"I like the way you think," Karen replied. Stuffing their panties in their purses, they hurried down to the stall, went in and locked the door. Karen hiked her skirt up to her waist, put one foot on the floor, the other on the toilet seat, placed her back against the wall and moaned happily when Julie dropped to her knees and began eating her out. Julie was anxious to show her new lover her oral skills and began sucking, licking and nibbling Karen's tender pink flesh like a starving wolf.

"Oh, fuck," Karen moaned, "You eat so good, baby. My pussy loves your tongue." She began pushing her cunt onto Julie's busy mouth, wanting to cum and cum for this wonderful woman she'd found. Julie gripped Karen's ass cheeks, continuing to lick and suck and drink the pre-cum flowing freely from the woman's gooey hole.

"Ahhhh, yeah, rightthererightthererightthere," Karen gasped, "Oh fuck, here it comes ... NNNGGGGGHHHH!" shooting Julie's mouth to overflowing with clear ejaculate as her orgasm shook her body like a leaf in the wind. Julie swallowed what she could as the rest ran down her chin and onto the floor. She continued to eat until Karen had another orgasm and fell back against the wall, panting like she'd run a mile.

Julie cleaned her face with toilet paper while Karen recovered and then said, "Damn, you sure can suck pussy, woman. Now it's your turn." She turned Julie around, had her lean over the toilet, grab the tank lid and bunched her skirt around her waist so her ass and pussy were exposed to her lustful gaze.

Going to her knees, Karen began to lick and nip Julie's firm ass cheeks, coating them with saliva as Julie whimpered and moaned in anticipation of what was to come. Then Karen buried her face in her lover's dripping cunt, licking and sucking noisily; it was like eating a warm melon. "Ahhhhhh ..." Julie wailed, pushing her ass against Karen's face as the woman's wiggling tongue burrowed deep in her pussy. Then Karen shifted her attention to Julie's puckered asshole, licking and probing with her tongue until the sphincter muscle relaxed and allowed the velvet probe inside. 

"Oh, Jesus," Julie wailed, "That feels so damn good. Eat my asshole, baby."

Karen complied, sucking and licking, while pressing three fingers deep in Julie's dripping cleft and wiggling them back and forth. Julie was being driven insane by Karen's ministrations as she held the toilet tank lid in a death grip and rotated her hips, wanting more fingers inside her. Karen knew her lover wanted to be fucked senseless, so she bunched her fingers together and pushed her whole hand into Julie's soaked pussy. She wet three fingers of her other hand and plunged them in Julie's gripping asshole, pumping hard. Being fucked in both holes made Julie's mind reel and she mewed with pleasure.

After several minutes of having both holes fucked, Julie's orgasm roared through her body as she shrieked in delight, cumming and cumming until she slumped forward, exhausted. Karen licked her fingers clean, and then lifted Julie up and into her arms where they embraced, sharing open mouthed and sloppy kisses.

They suddenly heard a subdued buzz of conversation and Julie whispered, "Oh my God, there are other women in here. How long have they been here? They must have heard us? What'll we do?"

"We're gonna catch our bus," Karen replied, firmly. "We're gonna walk outa here and they can just deal with it."

Smoothing their clothing and fixing their hair, they opened the stall door to see several women standing together looking at them. Holding hands and grinning, they strolled by them without a word being said. Someone hollered "Woooo!" and the group burst into applause as the lovers went out the door.

Buying some bottled water and energy bars, Karen and Julie reached the bus in time to regain their seats before it pulled away on the next leg of their journey. Tired from their bathroom escapade, they soon fell asleep snuggled together and didn't awaken until the bus made a stop for lunch and to exchange passengers. After lunch, they wandered through the terminal ending up in the gift shop. 

Julie showed an interest in a stuffed bear wearing a ballet costume, so Karen bought it for her. Julie, overjoyed at the gesture of affection, hugged Karen and they shared a passionate kiss, astonishing the young sales girl. Back in the bus, Julie cooed over the stuffed toy as Karen brushed her hair, the little intimacies serving to further strengthen the developing bond between them. When the bus continued on, they read for a while, and then fell asleep again, not awakening until dinner.

***

As the bus rolled on through the night, Julie said "Karen, you awake?"

"Nope, too much sleeping this afternoon I guess."

"I can't sleep either."

"C'mon over and we'll snuggle."

"Okay."

"Mmmm, you are sooo sexy."

"So are you, I had fun today."

"Maybe we could share an apartment when we get to LA."

"I'd like that a lot. Then we could fuck whenever we wanted."

"You're insatiable."

"You love it too."

There was a pause, and then Julie asked "How'd you hurt your leg, sweetie, in the war? I don't wanna be nosey. I just wanna understand why you're in pain sometimes."

"Sure, babe," Karen began, "After graduation and spending a couple years in the local community college, I got bored and joined the Army because I wanted to see the world. What I saw of it really sucked. Once I got out of boot camp, I went for training as a weapons specialist and then as a general mechanic; then I was shipped out to Afghanistan. What a shithole that was."

"I've seen stuff about it on the TV, hot, dusty, ugh."

"It was that and lots more. Ever seen a Camel Spider?"

"Ew, no."

"Neither had I until some asshole thought it would be funny to toss one in my bunk when I was sacked out. I about shit myself until I killed it with my boot."

"Wow, are they poisonous?"

"Nah, they just look scary as fuck, they can nip you good though if you're not careful. I found out who did it and got even. We were always pulling crap like that on each other."

"How'd you get hurt?"

"HQ got some humint that there were some Taliban operating in a Kandahar suburb, so we were sent to check it out."

"Humint, what's that?"

"Human Intelligence, people see stuff and wanna get paid for telling it to you, anyway, I'd just sewn on a fourth stripe and the Major tapped me to lead the patrol, so ..."

"Wait a minute; I thought women weren't allowed in combat."

"That's what the regs say, sure, but the Major was a cool guy. If a woman wanted to fight alongside the guys and could hold up their end, he'd let 'em. Anyway, we went out in a coupla' Humvees that the motor pool had up-armored with steel plates on the chassis and sides and a MRAP in case the shit got real."

"MRAP?"

"Mine Resistant Armored Personnel Carrier; big mother, six wheels, gun turret, anyway, we rolled into this crappy Afghan village and down the main street into the market place and didn't see a soul. We figgered the people were hiding or the Taliban had run 'em out, so we were on our guard. Turns out it was a trap. The first IED went off under the MRAP, blowing three wheels off, but the guys inside were okay."

"What's an IED, babe?"

Improvised Explosive Device, an artillery shell or a bundle of plastic explosive like C-4 buried in the ground; anyway, the second went off between the two Humvees; flipped one ass over elbow, blew the other ones front end off. I was in that one and that's how my leg got crushed."

"Oh, baby," Julie exclaimed, hugging her, "How awful."

"I didn't feel anything at first and my ears were ringing from the blast. The next thing I knew, the medics were pulling me out of the wreck, doping me up and I was medevacked out to a hospital. They did what they could, but my right leg bones were shattered; tibia, femur, fibula, the works."

"Oh my God!"

"Yeah, they were gonna take it off, but the head surgeon thought they could save it. Now I'm all Titanium from my hip joint down to my ankle. It still hurts sometimes, but it's better than being a cripple."

"Titanium, I thought they used steel or aluminum to replace bones."

"Titanium is less likely to be rejected by the body's immune system than other metals. From the outside, my leg had some nasty bruises and was pretty much okay, but the inside was a mess. Some cosmetic surgery covered the scars and here I am."

"I'm so glad you're here with me now."

"Me too, now, since we're telling about ourselves, what's the story on you?"

"Nothing as exotic as yours, that's for sure. I grew up on a farm in Iowa that my dad and grandpa owned. I was one of six kids; three brothers and two sisters; I was the middle girl. It was a great place to grow up. You worked hard, but there were good things to eat and once a week we'd all pile in the truck and go to town. 

We'd buy comic books and toys, go to movies, eat ice cream and generally have fun. My mom and grandma would go off shopping and the men would browse in the hardware store or on the farm machinery lots. Shoot, I was driving tractors by the time I was thirteen and combines by sixteen."

"What got you started dancing?"

"My grandma, she'd been a Rockette at Radio City Music Hall when she was young and loved to dance. I was the only one of my sisters that was interested, so she taught me all the steps and moves including high kicks. Hell, she was seventy-two and could still dance your legs off."

"She sounds like a cool gal."

"She is, so's my Mom. She was a history teacher at the County Combined School in town. We kids couldn't get away with much like the others did and always had our homework done on time."

"How come you didn't stay on the farm? It seems like it'd be a nice place to live."

"It was, but I wanted to dance on Broadway like Grandma did. She was able to wangle me an audition with the Rockettes, so off I went to New York to become a star. I didn't make the first cut, so I was hired as a backup in case one of the dancers couldn't make it. We'd train and practice all the routines every day to stay sharp. I actually went on stage a couple of times as a stand in, but that was pretty much it."




On the Bus to LA



"Sounds like a good job, why'd you leave?"

"I got an offer from an off-Broadway producer doing a revival of 'The Pajama Game', so I went with it. We had a good run and after it closed, I made do with occasional dance gigs and worked the clubs in between."

"Did you strip; I don't think I'd like a buncha pervs and losers checkin' me out."

"Ahhh, it's not that bad; they can't touch ya or nothin'. Some of the girls would give private lap dances for extra cash, others hooked, excuse me, were escorts on the side, but not me. I got this chance to work in LA and here I am."

"Y'know," Karen said, taking a swig from her water bottle, "Y'know what I'd like right now?"

"What would that be?" Julie replied with a grin, thinking she knew exactly what Karen was thinking.

"I'd like to stretch out on these seats and do a sixty-nine."

"Mmmmm, yeah, but what if someone sees us?"

"Are you kidding? It's three in the morning, the bus is half full, the seats near us are empty, now get over here and sit on my face before I change my mind."

Hiking up their skirts and getting into position, Karen and Julie began pleasuring each other with lips, tongues and fingers. The chance of being caught added more spice to the encounter and soon they were in a frenzy of lust; eating each other out interspersed with finger fucking the others gooey hole. Karen, on the bottom, gripped Julie's ass cheeks firmly, holding her juicy cunt down over her busy mouth. Julie held Karen's thighs tightly as she licked and sucked her gushing slit, loving the jerks and muffled moans from her partner.

Each was intent on making the other cum first and fill their mouth with pussy juice, so they fought back their simmering orgasms while they finger fucked the others asshole and sucked their clit. Julie lost it first; muffling a scream of release in Karen's soaked pussy and cumming in waves on her lover's face. Karen was with her, right with her, muffling her scream in Julie's hot cunt and filling her lover's mouth with jets of warm ejaculate. They collapsed on the seats, trying to catch their breath and, once they had recovered, cleaned up as best they could, and then cuddled up together and slept until the next stop.

***

Pleasantly satiated from their early morning romp, Karen and Julie ate a quiet breakfast in the restaurant, strolled about the terminal to stretch their legs and were about to return to the bus when Julie stopped short, staring intently into the crowd of hurrying passengers.

"What's the matter, babe?" Karen asked.

"I thought I saw someone I knew ... Nahhh, it couldn't be him, not here of all places."

"Who's that?"

"This creepy little guy that used to hang around the last club where I worked, we all called him 'Crazy Jimmy'. He was a real odd-wad, but he was harmless. He was always trying to get one of the girls to go out with him. He'd bring 'em presents, buy 'em drinks, make a big fuss over 'em, follow 'em around. He was a real pain in the ass. He'd focus on one girl and pester the hell out of her until she'd threaten to sic the bouncers on him, and then he'd move on to another one; like I said a real wack-job."

"You think you saw him a minute ago, huh?"

"I thought I did. Ahhh, forget it, let's buy some drinks for the morning run."

***

The morning trip was uneventful. Traffic was light and the bus arrived at the next terminal ahead of schedule. The women enjoyed a leisurely lunch, strolled around the terminal talking about their future plans when they arrived in LA and boarded the bus once again for the afternoon leg of the trip.

An hour passed and the bus was making good time until traffic came to a halt. "There's been a bad wreck up ahead, folks," the driver said, "We're being rerouted onto a surface road at the next interchange until we can get back on the Interstate. We're ahead of schedule, so sit back and enjoy the ride."

"Looks like we're going through a national forest," Karen said, looking out the window, "Look at all those big trees." Julie agreed that it was pretty and they went back to reading. Soon the bus slowed, the engine sputtere and died and they coasted to a stop on the side of the road. "We're having engine trouble, folks," the driver announced, "I've already called for help and it's on the way. It's gonna get stuffy in here with the engine off, so you may wanna get out and rest under the trees until this thing is fixed. You can still use the bathroom, though."

Everyone filed off carrying blankets and gathered together under the trees treating the unexpected stop as an impromptu picnic. When Karen and Julie disembarked, Julie said "I feel like communing with nature. Wanna go for a little walk in the woods?"

"Sure," Karen replied, knowing exactly what she had in mind.

Blankets over their shoulders, they made their way among the trees, found an animal trail and followed that to a sun dappled glade away from the other passengers. They spread the blankets out on the grass and fallen leaves, undressed quickly and lay together kissing and caressing. They were fully naked and alone together for the first time since they'd met so they could really cut loose and enjoy each other's bodies.

Julie rolled on top of Karen and they writhed against each other, glorying in the contact of their smooth skins, stiff nipples rubbing together, wet pussies rubbing on thighs, legs tangled together exploring each other between sloppy, open mouthed kisses. Julie began licking and sucking Karen's thick nipples as she moaned in pleasure; her strong hands kneading Julie's firm ass cheeks.

Julie came up for air and purred "Gawd, I love your tits, I could suck on 'em for hours."

"You could make me cum just by doing that," Karen panted, "But I want you to suck something else."

Julie chuckled, then kissed her way down Karen's muscled stomach, swirling her tongue in the belly button, then on to the furred pubic mound, finally coming to rest between her lover's outstretched legs and began to lick furiously at her delicious pussy. Karen sighed and moaned as Julie ate her out, her long tongue reaching deep inside her gooey snatch and, when two slender fingers joined the tongue, Karen squealed in delight.

Julie licked and nibbled and finger fucked Karen's hot cooter like it was the last pussy she would ever enjoy and she wanted to make the most of it. Karen lifted her hips from the blanket wanting to be eaten and fucked harder and Julie obliged, adding one finger, then another until she was fisting Karen as hard as she could and sucking on her throbbing clit.

"Oh gawd, oh Jesus, fuck me, fuck me," Karen howled, grabbing handfuls of the blanket as her orgasm burned its way along every nerve until she was lightheaded. Julie could tell her lover was close to cumming, so she began twisting her fist deep in Karen's soaked cunt, while sucking her swollen clit between her teeth and lashing it with her tongue.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd, harder, fuck me harder, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cummmmm ... EEYEEEE!" Karen screamed while her orgasm arched her spine with its intensity and she dug her heels into the ground wanting Julie's fist even deeper inside her. Julie fist fucked her lover into another screaming orgasm, and then let her fall back on the blanket, gasping and whimpering with joy and release. Julie cuddled with Karen until she calmed, then said "You liked that, huh?"

"What do you think?" Karen said with a grin, "I thought my head was gonna explode. You sure know how to show a girl a good time."

Julie didn't answer; instead she rolled onto her stomach, rose up on her knees, cradled her head on her arms on the blanket and wiggled her ass at Karen saying "Fist me, baby, fist my tight little holes and make me scream your name."

Karen was behind her in an instant, licking Julie's dripping pussy and puckered asshole as she moaned in anticipation. Karen plunged three fingers into Julie's cunt, getting them good and wet, and then wriggling them into her wrinkled star until the sphincter muscle relaxed and they slipped in easily. "Ahhhhhh ..." Julie whined as her asshole was penetrated.

Karen fit four fingers into Julie's gushing slit, worked them around inside, added her thumb and began to pump her fist even harder. She had never fisted a woman's asshole before, but Julie wanted it so badly she decided to try. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ..." Julie whimpered as both her holes were crammed full of her lover's fists, "More, more, it feels so gooood."

"Jesus, this is sexy' Karen thought as she fisted Julie's holes, 'I want her fist in my ass too'. Julie's body began to tremble as her orgasm took hold and she began a low keening wail "EeeeeeEeeeeeEeeeee..." that rose to a shriek "YEEEEEEE!" as her orgasm thundered through her body and she felt as if she might faint. Knowing she wanted more Karen continued to fuck her holes until Julie had a second violent orgasm, and then fell forward and lay trembling and moaning, totally overcome by her release. 

Karen cuddled Julie until her emotions and body calmed and they exchanged soft kisses. The sun felt good on their bodies and they felt so relaxed, then ...

"BLATTT! BLATTT! BLATTT!"

"Oh, fuck," Karen shouted, "The bus, it's gonna leave. Grab your clothes, wrap the blanket around you and we'll make a run for it." Crashing through the woods, they emerged onto the roadside in time to see the bus pulling away and speeding off down the road. 

"You fucking cocksucker!" Karen screamed in frustration, shaking her fist at the disappearing vehicle and dropping her blanket in the process. "You motherfucking son of a bitch! You dirty bastard! Come back here! Don't leave us!" 

She turned to see Julie doubled over with laughter and said "What's so fuckin' funny, Julie, that prick's left us out here in the woods."

"You ... you looked so funny standing there bare-assed in the middle of the road cussing at that driver," Julie said between giggles. "I bet if he'd seen that he woulda turned around."

"Okay, first we'll get dressed," Karen said firmly, "Then we'll start hitching. Two good looking women shouldn't have any trouble getting a ride."

***

"Do all these cars have couples in them," Julie wondered aloud as another car passed them by. "The guys wanna pull over and the women won't let them. It'll be dark soon and we're stuck out here in the boonies."

"Jealous bitches," Karen muttered, and then said "Hey, here comes another car. Maybe it'll stop." They began waving frantically and sure enough the car pulled over and waited for them. They ran up to it and saw a young man behind the wheel. "Hi," Julie said, "We got left by the bus we were in, can you help us?"

"Sure," the young man replied, "Hop in." The car had bucket seats, so Julie climbed in the back. "Where you guys headed?" he continued.

"We were going to LA," Karen said, "The bus broke down and we went for a walk while they fixed it. Then the driver took off without us. Do you think you could catch up to the bus so we can get back on?"

"How long's it been gone?"

"Over an hour, I think."

"No problem."

"I'm Karen, my buddy's Julie, what's your name?"

"Danny, everyone calls me Dan. Ready, here we go."

The engine bellowed, the rear tires squealed and the car took off like a scalded ape. In no time they were doing well over a hundred MPH. Julie clung to the arm rest in fear and Karen sat back grinning. Now this was traveling.

"What kinda car is this?" she asked. "What ya runnin' in it?"

"A 69 Dodge Charger," was the reply, "425 horse Hemi V-8, four barrel carb, four speed stick, racing tranny, diff and tires; I take it to the track on weekends. It was my brothers until he went in the Army and he gave it to me."

"No shit?" Karen said, "I'm ex-Army myself, where's he stationed?"

Julie could barely hear the conversation over the roar of the engine and the blast of air through the open windows. She'd never gone this fast in a car before and she was terrified. Karen didn't seem to mind, though, and Dan was an excellent driver, passing slower vehicles while maintaining a blistering pace. 

Before long, Karen saw the bus and whooped "There it is!" 

"I wonder why he's not back on the Interstate?" Julie said.

"Prolly didn't want to put a strain on the engine," Karen replied. "He's lugging it until they reach the next terminal. We'll prolly have to switch buses again. Pull up next to him, Dan and we'll try to get his attention so he'll let us back on."

Dan drove alongside the front of the bus so the driver could see them and blew his horn repeatedly while the women hung out of the windows waving and hollering. The bus driver never looked over and steadfastly ignored them until Dan was forced back behind it by an oncoming semi-trailer.

"What's the matter with that guy?" Dan said. "It's like he didn't even see us."

"That fucking prick," Julie fumed, "I'm gonna mop the floor with him when I catch him."

"He must be heading for the next town," Karen said, "How far's the next town, Dan?

"Uhhh, about forty miles, give or take."

"Is there a bus terminal there?" Karen said.

"I'm pretty sure there is."

"Then that's where we're going, okay Dan?"

"Okay, I hope I got enough gas though. Ain't no stations between here and there."

"Tell ya what," Julie said, "You're being a real nice guy about this. How 'bout you pull over, let Karen drive, you get back here and I'll throw you a fuck that'll make your toes curl." Karen grinned at the lewd proposal, now this was her kind of woman. She liked chicks and dicks.

The Charger skidded to a stop and Dan was already pulling off his jeans as he climbed in the back seat. Karen slid behind the wheel, ran through the gears and had the car up to over a hundred MPH in a few seconds. Meanwhile, the party in the back seat had just begun.

Julie was already naked when the eager young man dropped his jeans on the floor and practically fell on top of her in his excitement. She helped him take off his t-shirt and, since he wore no underwear, pushed him back against the seat so she could suck his cock. 'Lucky me', she thought, taking him in her mouth, 'This kid's hung like a bull. This is going to be fun'.

Karen tried to adjust the rear view mirror so she could see what was going on back there, but after almost losing control twice, she settled for listening to the slurps, moans, shrieks and the 'slap-squish-slap-squish' sounds of fucking while driving with one hand and fingering herself with the other.

Julie's head bobbed up and down on Dan's stiffening cock while she played with his balls and he groaned as she sucked him. Nancy had given him head once behind the barn, but it was nothing like this. He felt cum building in his balls, so he grabbed Julies head, pushed his cock down her throat and blew a huge wad of cum in her mouth. She coughed, sputtered and swallowed it all, sucking him dry.

"Damn, I'm sorry," Dan said, as Julie licked cum from her lips, "I just couldn't hold back."

"Don't worry about it," Julie replied, "You can suck my pussy until your hard-on comes back."

Julie slung one leg over the front seat back and one over the rear seat back and Dan dove in between her creamy thighs to lick and suck and finger fuck her gooey pussy. "Mmmmmm ... yeahhhh ... right there, right there ..." Julie crooned encouragingly as Dan did his best to please her. No one could eat her out like Karen could, but Dan was doing a good enough job of it. 

"Oooooo, use your fingers, fuck me," Julie wailed as her climax neared. Dan slid two fingers in her and licked her clit like an ice cream cone until she cried out and came in his face, body shaking like a leaf in the wind. He continued to lick as he felt his cock getting hard again, lifted up and drove his thick meat into her hot cunt with all his might until their pubic hairs tangled together.

"EEEEEE!" Julie shrieked as Dan's cock fully penetrated her. 'God damn he's big' she thought as he began fucking her like a dog in heat. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and let him do whatever he wanted to her body. It felt so good; she never wanted him to stop drilling into her.

Dan was no virgin, but this was the best fuck he'd ever had. Those girls in town were nothing compared to this. She seemed to know exactly how to position herself so he could go deep inside her while her pussy gripped him like a velvet fist, squeezing his cock and making him want to squirt. He gritted his teeth and held off, never wanting to stop fucking this amazing woman who was moaning in his ear to fuck her, harder, faster, deeper.

The sounds from the back seat were driving Karen wild. She had three fingers in her pussy and rubbing her clit with the heel of her hand as they finally entered the town and she began looking for the bus station. She grinned at the thought of someone on the sidewalk seeing the two in the back seat going at it like animals in rut. 

As night fell, she found the terminal at last, parked in a secluded place in the lot and got off as the two in the back did the same, howling like banshees. Dan and Julie, sweaty and flushed with tangled hair looked over the front seat backs and asked "Are we here?"

"Yeah, we're here," Karen replied. "If you two are done, I want some of that dude's cock, like right now. I've listened to you guys fucking all the way here and I'm horny as a goat."

Julie dressed behind the open car door, while Karen peeled off her skirt, climbed in the back seat, pushed Dan on his back, pulled open her blouse and mounted his semi-hard cum covered cock with a cry of joy. Dan mauled Karen's breasts as his cock stiffened inside her gripping snatch and she rode him like a merry-go-round horse, grunting and moaning as Julie offered encouragement from the front seat. Gawd, watching her lover energetically impale herself on Dan's stiff prong was soooo sexy. 

Karen was in heaven, she loved sucking pussy, but every so often getting a deep dicking like this was just what she needed. Dan began lifting his hips off the car seat, slamming himself harder into her as she gasped and moaned, lost in a fog of passion. When Karen's orgasm hit, it was epic, she screamed and screamed and rode Dan's thick meat until she collapsed, panting and moaning. Dan had shot a tremendous load deep inside her and she could feel the warm, thick cum dripping out of her well fucked pussy.

Karen helped her get dressed, and then they both helped Dan get his jeans and t-shirt back on. Karen ripped part of the hem of her skirt open, extracted a fifty dollar bill and handed it to him saying "Here's some gas money, Dan. Thanks for the ride and the great fuck."

"That goes double for me," Julie added, "We gotta go now, bye sweetie."

Dan watched the women saunter off towards the bus station. "The guys are never gonna believe this," he muttered. He started the engine and went looking for a gas station. It was gonna be a long drive home, but it had been so worth it

***

Karen and Julie made inquiries as to where their bus was parked, found it was a new one with a new driver, made sure their luggage had been transferred, caught a fast food meal, washed up in the Ladies Room and reclaimed their usual seats on the bus. It had been a helluva day and they were both exhausted. They slept soundly as the bus rolled on through the night in the final leg of their journey and did not awaken until they had arrived in Los Angeles next morning. 

Retrieving their luggage from the pick-up point, the women had breakfast while Karen tried calling her parents to pick them up. Unable to get a signal in the building, they decided that Julie would wait with their luggage in the terminal where it was comfortable, while Karen went outside to make her call.

Sitting at the end of a row of contoured plastic seats, Julie arranged the luggage on the seat next to her and at her feet. There were too many weirdos in these bus stations and she didn't want one bothering her. 'It's gonna be so nice being in something that's not moving', she thought, then began an erotic reverie of she and Karen in a big, soft bed while she was licking her lovers pussy...




On the Bus to LA



"There you are Julie," said a chillingly familiar voice, "I've been looking everywhere for you. You were a naughty girl running away like that."

Her eyes snapped open to see the man she knew only as Crazy Jimmy smiling at her. 

"What the fuck are you doing here, Jimmy?" she snapped at him, simultaneously annoyed and frightened.

""I'm here to bring you home of course," the pudgy little man said, jowls wiggling, "Have you forgotten that we were to be married next week?"

"The hell you say?" Julie replied, her anger rising, "You're bat-shit crazy, Jimmy, I never said I'd marry you."

"The other girls wouldn't tell me where you'd gone," Jimmy continued, unperturbed, "But I found out, oh yes, I found out and I followed you. Now you're going home with me."

"Like hell," Julie said, standing up and glaring at him, "I'm not going anywhere with you, so get lost, you creep."

"Oh, but I think you will," Jimmy replied with an insane giggle, "Look what I have here." He lifted his baggy shirt high enough so Julie could see the butt of an automatic pistol shoved in the waistband of his trousers. "I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't come along quietly I'll shoot some people, I mean it."

Julie felt a thrill of fear go up her spine, 'The little bastard has a gun and he'll cut loose if I fight him', she thought, thinking of some way out of this mess. Then she saw Karen walking toward them across the terminal. 'Oh, no, no, he'll kill her too, what can I do, please don't hurt her, please'.

"The folks'll be here in an hour," Karen said, striding up to them. "Who's this guy?"

"This is ... Jimmy ..." Karen said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "He used to come to the club where I worked, I mentioned him, remember?"

Karen raised an eyebrow, the fat little guy seemed harmless enough, but what was he doing here? Larry's eyes focused on Karen for a moment and Julie mouthed the words 'He has a gun' so Karen could see. Karen nodded and said "Well, hiya Jimmy, nice ta meetcha," and stuck out her hand to shake. Without thinking, Jimmy extended his hand, felt it enfolded in a steely grip and was thrown face down on the cement floor. Karen stepped on his pudgy neck and growled "Move a muscle and I'll snap your spine."

"Please, please don't hurt me," Jimmy wailed, "I wasn't going to hurt her. I only wanted to scare her so she'd come home with me, honest."

Two police officers, one male, one female, on routine patrol of the terminal, saw the scuffle and came dogtrotting over, hands on pistol grips.

"Is there a problem here?" the male officer asked.

"Yeah, this guy was bothering my girlfriend," Karen replied, "I think he's got a gun."

The female officer drew her pistol and pointed it at Jimmy while the male frisked him. "Here you go," he said, pulling the pistol from Jimmy's waistband, "Where'd you get this, buddy?"

"I ... I found it in an alley," the little man blubbered. "I don't know how to use it. I only wanted her to come back home with me so we could be married." 

"Bullshit, he was gonna kidnap me," Julie snarled, "He said he'd shoot everybody in here if I didn't come with him. He's bat-shit crazy."

Hauled to his feet still weeping, Jimmy was handcuffed and read his Miranda rights while the female officer spoke into her lapel mounted radio. Soon, other officers appeared and took Jimmy away, crying and protesting that he and Julie were to be married.

"Nice takedown, sister," said the female officer admiringly, "Ever worn a badge?"

"Nah, ex-Army," Karen replied, "I've been shot at enough, thanks."

"We'll need a statement for the arrest report, so stop by the precinct tomorrow; if you wanna file charges you can do that too," the male officer said, handing them a business card. "We've got enough on him already, but if you wanna add to it, feel free." 

"We'll do just that," Julie said, "That guy's sick in the head. He needs help."

The officers left, and then Karen and Julie picked up their luggage and went out in the early afternoon sun to wait for Karen's parents. It had been quite an adventure, but it was all worth it because they had found each other, never to part.

End.



On the Bus to the Rally



My name is Jane. I care. I like to get involved and make a difference. I also like to write tawdry tales for Literotica. This is one of them. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

A coalition of local organizations had agreed to participate in a mass rally in the state capitol of Albany, because the state legislature was about to pass a particularly abominable piece of legislation. We chartered a funky old bus, and got ready for an all-night ride.

The sun was going down, so I took off my sunglasses and put them in my purse. I noticed a man nearby doing a double-take; he peered at me intently, and somewhat hesitantly asked, "Aren't you Calamity?"

I blushed, and then admitted, "I cannot tell a lie." "Calamity" was my Literotica screen name, and I had ventured to upload my photo, assuming that no one I know would ever see it. Wrong! Well, I didn't actually know this guy. Yet.

"I guess we're both pretty busted," he said. At that point, the call came to board the bus, so our conversation was interrupted.

We boarded the bus and hit the road; I sat with a group from my organization, in order to plan out the following day's activities. The unofficial leader of our local organization was Lisa, from Puerto Rico. She was gorgeous, but a little too prim. To the best of my knowledge, she had no love life to speak of -- all work, and no play. 

As the evening proceeded, the bus driver seemed to have a pretty Laissez-faire attitude, because I saw a number of people passing around joints and bottles. I was busy talking about the plan, and then my friends began to go to sleep. I looked to the back of the bus, and I saw the man who had recognized me; he seemed to be staring at me, but I could not be sure in the dim light.

He was an attractive man, tall, with dark curly hair that was a little on the long side. I thought about all the stories that I had posted on Literotica; he had probably read them all, even the really hot ones. He knew intimate things about my fantasy life. I thought about all the delicious things I had written, and I wondered if they had made him jerk off. I began to feel the familiar sensation of wetness welling up in my crotch.

I looked back again -- he was sitting on the kind of bench that was at the end of all the regular seats. He seemed to be looking right back at me, but in the dim light, I couldn't be sure. I wanted to touch my pussy... Most people were asleep, the lights were low, I could take my time and give myself a treat. But then, I thought, why settle for that.

Now, in my purse was a little bong, and some herb that someone had given me. I seldom smoke the stuff, but the friend who had given it said it was something special. I thought it might be the icebreaker I needed, so I moseyed down the aisle to the back of the bus.

"Hi, my name is Jane," I said. 

"Jane," he replied with a mischievous grin. "I'm Brian." 

"You know," I said, "I don't usually do this sort of thing, but I've got a bong here and some reefer that is supposed to be magnificent." 

His face grew sober. "I haven't done that in a long time," he replied, "and there's sort of a problem." 

"What might that be?" I asked.

He cocked his eyebrow and said, "It has a strong effect on me. An aphrodisiac effect." 

As brazenly as I could, I replied, "So, then, what's the downside?" He looked intently at me for a moment, and then broke into the mischievous grin again, without saying a word.

Taking this as assent, I scooted him to the side, so that we were partially hidden by the seats. I loaded up the bong, lit it, and took a long hit. As I was holding it in, I loaded it up again, and gave it to him. He lit it, inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes. I exhaled, and loaded it again; it seemed to take a lot of concentration this time, to perform the task of loading and lighting it. I took another deep hit, and quickly loaded it up, very carefully, for Brian. This was powerful stuff. It seemed like the volume on all my senses was being turned up a few notches. As Brian lit up and inhaled, he reached over to caress the back of my neck. The sensation was exquisite. Then, when he was ready to exhale, he leaned over and kissed me, allowing the fragrant smoke to escape into my mouth.

The sensation of his tongue, gliding over mine, was incredibly arousing. It seemed to last a long time, and then I became aware of how wet my panties felt, and I squirmed a little. Brian broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Is your pussy wet?" I swallowed and said Yes.

The next thing I knew, he was kneeling on the floor in front of me, pushing up my skirt, rubbing his face along the inside of my thighs. He inhaled my scent deeply, and seemed to enjoy it tremendously. Then he put his mouth on my panties and began to gently kiss my pussy through the sopping cotton. I was loving it, and I was on the verge of begging him to take my panties off, when suddenly he stopped.

I opened my eyes, and saw him stepping out of his trousers. He offered me his erect cock. I rubbed it with my face, feeling the wonderful, paradoxical sensation of steely hardness and velvety smoothness. I took in the sweet, musky aroma of his balls, and began to take his cock into my mouth. I gently cupped his balls in my hands, tasting his cock, and I found that it kept going deeper and deeper into my throat, and yet I had no trouble at all taking it in. I was really getting excited at this point, and I grabbed his ass, trying to force him further in -- but he broke free.


He was on his knees again, coaxing off my panties. I certainly wasn't going to offer any resistance. Slowly, but somehow, not too slowly, his tongue explored deep inside me, and then described lazy circles around my clit, and then it was inside me again. The closer I was to cumming, the more slowly his tongue wandered, until he broke off again.

It was time for me to take control. I needed to cum, and I wasn't taking No for an answer. I told him to lie down on the seat; he obediently complied. Then I straddled his face and began to rub my pussy slowly all over his mouth. He pressed eagerly against me, licking and sucking, and I began to feel my orgasm mounting. I was not completely unaware that people nearby could see his cock throbbing skyward, right in view of the aisle, but all that mattered was the sensation spreading from my pussy to my whole body; the explosive sound I made when I came must have woken up numerous people nearby, and the sounds of delight that Brian made, as I nearly drowned him with my orgasm, were nearly as loud.

I sat still for a moment, luxuriating in the sensation, and then a new thought entered my mind: I began to think about how exciting it would be, if Brian came in my mouth. The more I thought about it, the more it became like an obsession. I slowly turned around, keeping my pussy square on Brian's mouth, and I lowered my own mouth to his urgently throbbing cock, clasping his body to my own.

Now it was my turn to tease. I proceeded slowly, taking his cock all the way in, then almost releasing it, only to swallow it again. I loved the taste of it. I loved the smell of it. I loved the sounds he made. And, I began to realize, I really, really loved what his tongue was doing to my pussy as I sucked him. 

For a moment, my attention was divided between the intense pleasure of sucking his cock, and the intense pleasure of having him eat my pussy. I was distracted for a millisecond by the awareness that a number of people were looking back down the aisle at us, straining to see us, but then the pleasures of sucking and being sucked merged into one sensation so powerful, that I forgot all about our audience. Somehow, from the movements of his hips and the tensing of his muscles, I began to realized that he was close to cumming, and I made a decision, seemingly from far away, to slow down.

It was then that I felt something else: I was aware of the pressure of Brian's hands on my ass, forcing my pussy harder against his mouth; but then there was another hand, a lighter, feminine touch, that coyly traced a circle around my asshole, before following a delicate trail under my blouse, over my back, and over to my right nipple. And then another delicate hand materialized, pinching my left nipple. The fleeting thought went through my mind, that I had no clue as to who this new participant might be -- and I didn't give a damn.

It was almost as if I had not been really excited until that moment; I began sucking Brian's cock with greater urgency, desiring his orgasm as if nothing else mattered. And I was rewarded, as he began to spurt, as I swallowed with tremendous excitement, and with each spurt I prayed that there would be more, and as I kept swallowing, my own orgasm erupted again. I heard, as if from afar, Brian crying out in ecstasy.

Again, after a moment of bliss, as my orgasm began to subside, I opened my eyes, and I saw my friend Lisa reclining before me on the seat, her skirt hiked up, her panties gone, her pussy fully aroused. I knew others were watching; Brian was still slowly, gently, working miracles on my pussy. But as I saw the lustful look on Lisa's face, and as my gaze fell upon her beautiful, beautiful cunt, there came a moment when the only thing that mattered to me, was tasting her. Which I did. 

I crawled forward, and planted my mouth on her gorgeous twat. It was the most wonderful taste in the world, and I began eating her as if there was no tomorrow. And I kept eating her as I thrilled to the feel of Brian's hands grasping my hips, and his again-erect cock rubbing from below against my pussy lips, and then the sliding, deeper and deeper, inside me. Again, there were a few minutes, maybe more than a few, where my concentration shifted between the intense excitement of Lisa's cunt, the powerful pleasure of tasting her, feeling the wetness on my face, the intoxicating scent -- but, then there was the slow, but inexorably accelerating motion of Brian's cock, filling me all the way, then almost withdrawing, then filling me again. 

I must have been a little distracted, because I heard Lisa's husky whisper, pleading, "Please, Jane, eat my pussy, make me cum!" And I knew that the most important thing in the world was to do what she asked. 

And then, once more, the exhilarating sensations, the delicious cunt in my mouth, the violent trembling of Lisa's body as her orgasm took hold of her, and the hypnotic, mind-blowing rhythm of Brian's cock moving inside me, seemed to merge into one, and the sound I made, as every nerve in my body screamed with pleasure, must have been loud enough to wake the dead, but at the time, I didn't care at all.



On the Bus: Tolerated & Tossed Off



On the Bus: Tolerated & Tossed Off

RedHairedandFriendly

 On the Bus is a chain story that does not rely on any previous or incoming chapters. Each submission is considered stand alone and only relates to the others via the bus. 

The words on the page were once again becoming blurred to Brenda's bored subconscious. She swore she'd read the same paragraph over and over again, if not more than a dozen times. Her boyfriend, Brad slept in the seat next to her. His head was lolled back; his lips parted and a sliver of drool seeped from the corner of his open mouth. She sighed and closed the book. 

"Wake up," she hissed. Her elbow connected solidly with his ribcage. 

Brad jerked forward and grabbed his side. "What that fu..." his words died as he sunk down in his seat. 

His fellow passengers stared at him with disapproval. He leaned over to Brenda and whispered, "What the fuck was that for?" 

She shrugged her shoulders. "I was bored." 

Brad's eyebrows curled awkwardly in confusion. "So you figured you'd wake me up, so I could be bored too. Well thanks a lot." 

"You're welcome," she said with a sarcastic smile on her face. 

He took a deep breath, sat back up and rolled his neck. The various joints popped, making Brenda wince. "I wish you wouldn't do that," she said, before pushing her book back into her bag. 

"My neck's stiff. Couldn't help it," Brad told her. 

"That's not all that's stiff," Brenda whispered, and nodded toward his crotch.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I need to go back to the bathroom and take care of that." 

Brenda looked around. "Why not let me," she told him, winked and reached over to grab his crotch. 

Brad held her wrist and pushed it away. "You can't do that," he told her. 

"Sure I can. I'll just stroke you, and..." she grabbed her bag and put it on her lap, "...there see, no one will know." 

He glanced around and grinned. Brad quickly popped the button of his jeans free, lifted his ass, pulled the zipper down and removed his cock from the boxers and denim he wore. His fingers held the base, framing it for Brenda's hungry eyes. 

She looked around just to make sure no one was curious about them. When she felt assured that all was well, her hand wrapped around his shaft and began to glide up and down the full length. 

Brad let his head fall back. He closed his eyes and felt the sensation of her soft fingers sliding along his thick tool. The sensation of her thumb pressing against the front side of his cock head, just under the tip, made his pulse race. He groaned softly, then coughed, fearful of being caught with his pants down. 

Brenda giggled. She watched the coloring of his cock deepen to a darker shade of burnt copper. His body was naturally a deeper bronze than any of the men in her past. She was always amazed by the various tones his skin would take on when he was aroused. 

The grip on his rod tightened as she pushed the skin down and lifted it back up. Her fingers rolled over the head, then back across the tip, where her thumb pushed against the little hole. He hissed and coughed again; she chuckled softly. 

While his eyes were closed, he reached up and stroked Brenda's hair. It was cut short, and the curls were lose and soft. He played with them, every so often twisting one or two around his fingers. She moved her head, so he let his hand fall to the headrest of her seat. 

Brenda trembled from the soft caress of Brad's loving fingers. Her lower lip shook as she watched a clear drop of pre cum slip from his dick. A soft moan of lust flowed from her chest and passed over her tongue to land somewhere in the air around them. 

Under her skirt and behind her panty, Brenda felt the pulse of her sex quicken. She whimpered softly as she imagined drawing Brad's cock into her slippery hole and riding him until she was screaming out his name. 

She licked her lips, looked around and noticed most of the passengers were engaged in other activities. A few read, one couple seemed to be engaged in some sort of argument, others slept. Brenda closed her eyes, took a deep breath and lowered her head to her boyfriend's cock. 

Brad's eyes flew open. He grabbed the bag that was on Brenda's lap and held it, hoping it had not fallen and given anyone an unexpected view of her sucking on his dick. He said nothing, locking his jaw. Words of shock and admonishment went unspoken. 

Brenda sighed in pleasure and relief. The former because she was finally tasting the pre cum and the flesh of Brad's swollen cock. The later because he had not forced her to stop. She licked her way around the head and then down the sides. 

Eventually she made her way back to the top and suckled gently but firmly on just the tip. Her pussy hurt and wanted the reward her mouth was going to received. Brenda took pity on herself and opened her legs. 

Brad glanced down and saw her intentions. He muttered a soft curse, felt his skin grow warm, and saw her fingers dive under her skirt. His grip on the bag was vice-like as Brenda began to fuck herself. He imagined her little panty pushed to the side and could almost here the sloppy sound of her fingering her velvety core. 

Brenda sucked harder, and pushed deeper. She glanced up and caught Brad's attention. "Where are we?" she asked, "it feels like the bus is slowing down."

Brad shook his head, clearing the sex-laced fog that filled his mind. "Yeah, there's a town coming up, probably gonna get gas. You better quit." 

"Fuck that," she said, in a loud annoyed voice. 

Brenda pushed the bag away, sat up, turned and faced her boyfriend's shocked expression. He glanced around and saw that everyone had heard her curse and were now watching them. His eyes locked with the reflection of the driver's and Brad's eyebrows rose in a "What's a guy gonna do?" expression. 

His cock was grabbed by his woman; she squatted down and shoved her pussy onto his swollen dick. Brenda bounced up and down, while Brad accepted that what was happening and quickly calculated the cost of a new bus ticket on a new bus. 

The feel of Brad's big dick filling up her channel, the knowledge that there were people watching and knowing it would take a moment before the bus could stop, made Brenda's heart race. The level of excitement in her blood boiled to overflowing. 

She ground her hips and forced their pubic hairs to tangle. The friction added to the pleasure. Her labia lips were parted, her clit exposed. As she rubbed and gyrated against Brad she was able to scratch the hard bud. The erotic caress increased the rate at which her body was climbing toward a screaming climax. 

Faster and faster she went. Brad grabbed her hips and began to drag her up and down the length of him. He knew what was coming, he knew they were going to get kicked off, but he'd deal with it when it happened. There was no going back, so he was more than willing to enjoy the ride. 

"Lift your shirt," he grunted. 

Brenda took the entire sweater off, never once shying away at the notion. She went a step further and pulled both globes out of her bra and offered them to her lover. As she held them, Brad wasted no time in picking the right tit and lowering his mouth to the angry button. He sucked hard and feverishly on the tear drop and drew it between this teeth to tug and bite. 

She squeezed her boobs. Brad kept her rhythm going on his cock and when they both came it was with shouts of acclamation to whomever was listening. Her come sprayed all over his pants; his filled her sex with white sticky milk that leaked out of her pussy and onto his clothes. 

Brad buried his head in her breasts and took several long calming breaths. He shook his face against the musky scent of sweat and licked each nipple before looking at her blushed features. "Still bored?" he asked. 

She grinned, winked, and lifted her soaked pussy from his dick. 

The bus had stopped just inside the parking lot of a gas station. The driver was making his way down the isle, when Brenda sat down. She reached for her sweater and bag, that lay on the floor. Her gaze shifted up; she saw the swollen erection of the driver. His uniform pants did little to hide his aroused state. 

Her eyes held his when he cleared his throat. 

"I don't have to ask, do I?" he said. 

Brenda thought about smarting off, asking him "What – you need me to suck that for you?" but she didn't. She shook her head, smiled, fixed her boobs, pulled on her top, and gathered her belongings. 

"This is our stop anyway," she said, and pushed past the driver. 

Brad chuckled, rose and followed the driver down the isle. His pants were soaked and his cock hung limp at his side. Once at the top of the stairs, he turned back, looked at the other passengers, tucked his dick into his wet pants and grinned. 

Brad couldn't help but notice the expressions on the other passengers' faces. The men were grinning. The ladies were either blushing or refusing to look at him. The driver, who stood outside waiting for him to leave the bus had winked when he had gotten up to get his bag. 

He spun back around, walked down the steps and slapped the driver on the back. "Great ride," he said before he took Brenda's hand in his and left the scene behind them. 

"I bet," the driver muttered, before climbing back into the bus, closing the door and taking his passengers to a different fueling station. He reached down and stroked his cock, glanced up and chuckled when one girl caught his reflection and winked knowingly.



On The Buses



It was raining, as it always seems to just when you are caught somewhere well away from shelter but I made it to the rickety lean-to with the bus company logo fading away in white and orange on each side without actually getting drowned. The shelter barely defeated the larger drops and none of the cold sleet riding winter's icy breath as I huddled in its dubious depths, eyes closed against the chilling spray that dashed my face each time the wind gusted in. It was late...nearer to midnight than I would have liked and the last bus was due any tick of the clock. My eternity in icy hell ended a few minutes later as a metal monster pushed its way through the squall to stop in front of the shelter with a sharp sigh of airbrakes. A wide grin of warm light opened and I gratefully entered its glowing bowels.

As I walked down the aisle the interior lights dimmed to twilight and the bus lurched forward on its last journey for the evening. I found a seat that suited me among the 39 that were vacant and turned to glance at the only other passenger travelling the same direction as me. She was strawberry blond and her eyes were big, blue as the summer sky that I dimly remember enjoying a few months ago. I must have stared a little because she turned her head ever so slightly and her full red lips curled in a lovely smile that instantly chased away the chill.

"Hi." She breathed in a whispery voice that echoed of bedroom trysts and warm sex smells "You must be chilled. Why don't you take off that wet coat and come sit here." 

She patted the vacant seat beside her with slender fingers and her ruby red nails stole my gaze. It was instant lust on my part, and I nodded dumbly as I shrugged out of my wet 'Dry-as-a-bone' oilskin, dropping it on the seat nearby. I stood and walked over to her, my gaze appraising her slim bare legs that showed teasingly from beneath her short pleated skirt. Her smile remained warm as my eyes traveled up to her ample breasts that strained against a barely buttoned blouse. Lovely pink orbs swelled from the top of the straining fabric and her nipples pushing at the fabric made my cock twitch deliciously.

I sat on the seat and introduced myself, holding her proffered hand. I couldn't help getting a mental picture of those long, supple fingers working minor miracles on my rigid cock and throbbing balls, but I kept my eyes on her face as she told me she was 'Sandy' and a lot of other meaningless information. Those tits! My eyes ached from trying to hold them horizontal. I never would have believed that gravity would drag so heavily on them if you placed two gorgeous tits so close beneath. Well, I can't help who I am and I was never good at endurance weight lifting so my eyes drooped...just for a second though...and my vision fell deep into her cleavage.

"Pardon?" I mumbled, my eyes rising to her face again after several weeks in that gorgeous canyon. She laughed. It was the sweetest tinkling I'd ever heard, like golden chimes in an erotic dreamscape. 

"I asked if you liked what you see." She repeated, her hand falling lightly on my knee. I was trembling like a schoolboy on his first date. I hadn't had a fuck in a while and my trouser monster was rearing its head, shoving up against my jeans.

"Must be the eighth wonders of the world" I muttered and tried a lopsided smile. Clark Gable to Marilyn Monroe, I thought, and she did indeed look a lot like that fabled beauty, only I thought Sandy the prettier of the two. I looked about as much like Clark Gable as Roddy McDonald did, but...hey...it was my fantasy.

Sandy leaned into me and put her soft red lips close to my ear. Her breath was a new kind of perfume that, if bottled, would outsell Chanel No. 5 and its warmth made my cock tingle with anticipation. I felt a dampness there as my cock painted pre-cum on my jocks.

"Would you like to feel them?" She whispered as her left knee rose slowly above her right, revealing a flash of silky white nickers before going down again, rubbing sensuously against her other leg. She thrust her chest forward, offering those outstanding orbs for inspection.

I reached out slowly. My hand was trembling so badly that my fingers looked blurry. Like an old man with ague, but I managed to control them enough that I could grip her protruding nipple between thumb and two fingers. I teased that nipple a little and felt it swell as she moaned quietly. 

"Let them free" She said as she stretched like a cat. Her hand was clutching at my knee and she was moving her legs so that they rubbed together deliciously. I struggled a little with the buttons until my tremors stilled and then the blouse gave way. Two lovely puppies popped out, their big pink noses sniffing my sex scent. What magnificent tits! These babies needed to be photographed, sung about and immortalized in sculpture. I lowered my face towards them and took one hard, hot pink nipple into my mouth, my tongue licking at it as if it were a scoop of sweet woman-flavored gelati. My hand covered her other tit and I began working magic fingers over and around it, teasing her nipple with my thumb.

I felt my cock press so hard against my jeans I thought it was going to break in half and then, as if reading my mind, her hand stroked up my leg towards the swelling. She gently kneaded my thigh as she worked upwards and her long, slender fingers worked away my tension as they approached my cock and balls.

I lifted my mouth from her tits and planted it over her red lips, my tongue meeting hers in a wet, warm wrestling match that ebbed and flowed between my mouth and hers. Her spittle tasted like honey to me, as her kisses became more eager. She sucked at my tongue just as her hand found my tingling cock. I felt those fingers stroking me through the fabric of my jeans, exploring the length of my shaft.

"Oh, baby! That is some monster you have there!" She whispered in my ear between kisses. I dropped my free hand onto her shapely leg and climbed along her thigh until I encountered silky panties that were already damp where they covered her pussy. Her legs parted and she moaned again, softly but deeply in my ear, and her hot breath carried her desire. "Yes, baby. Mmmmm, yes! I want you now." 

It seemed as if the silk parted as my fingers slipped under her panty line and encountered the hot, wet slit beneath. She was so wet and ready that my fingers slid into her pussy without resistance. I felt her slide forward on the seat; legs parting even more and her hand worked franticly at my zipper, tugging it down to free the beast my cock had become.

With a final kiss she pulled her face back slightly and I saw her wide sexy smile. Her eyes were misty with desire as her hand began gently tugging at my cock. Slowly she tipped her body sideways until her face fell into my crotch and those exquisite red lips parted to let my throbbing dick into her mouth. She slid her tongue along the bottom length of my shaft, over the large vein that runs there. I could feel the swollen head of my penis slide into her mouth, into the back of her throat as she started to suck.

My sex meter was running on overload by now and I tipped myself the opposite way until I could get my face under her skirt. My tongue sought her silk panties and I began licking the wet spot over her pussy, tasting the juices that were flowing from her love tunnel. It seemed forever was passing as we sucked and fondled each other's playground. Her fingers were playing my shaft like a flute, stroking and squeezing as her mouth bobbed up and down my cock. Pressure was building and my balls twitched at the anticipated explosion. I had her panties pulled to one side and my tongue was licking her hard little clit between quick dips into her tunnel where it searched for her sweet, sexy nectar.

"Hmmm...oh babe!" She moaned as I licked her out. I let my wet fingers explore her tight ass and felt her wriggle pleasurably as my soaked forefinger worked a little opening there.

"I want to taste you." She said. Her hand was moving faster now as she masturbated my cock. Her other fingers had wrapped themselves around my balls and were squeezing gently. I had my tongue so deep in her pussy that I thought my tonsils must be tickling her nether lips and I felt her begin to orgasm. It came like a warm, sweet tide washing over my tongue, woman's nectar, sweeter and more exhilarating than any sparkling wine. That did it for me! My balls contracted and my cock spasmed. I shot a big, creamy load of cum into her mouth. She gasped at the sudden flood and gulped the cream as it spurted from my cock. Again and again my monster squirted its jizm and we drank each other dry for the few exquisite moments while we both came.

There was a moment of swimming haziness that reminded me of the after effects of a herbal cigarette I'd once smoked and in the dim light of the bus strange shadows cavorted in a myriad of interesting sexual postures. She was licking the excess cum off my balls but I noticed that my cock was still hard. It hadn't had enough yet. Carefully I worked her silky panties down her lovely legs until they were off, then I tossed them carelessly onto the floor. Patting her bobbing breast in passing I managed to extract myself, turning her face down at the same time. Heaven's gate stood before me as her wide-open pussy shone wetly, her tight dark asshole invitingly above it. She thrust her ass up at me as I knelt on the seat and my cock plunged into her.

"Ooooh...Fuck me fast, lover!" she said, trying to keep her voice from carrying to the front of the bus. My cock felt like it was on fire as I began working it back and forth inside her pussy as hard as I could. My balls banged against her naked clam and her little skirt rode forward so that her midriff was revealed. I listened to the sucking, sloppy noises that came from her eager pussy as I fucked her harder and harder, and I watched her as she bit into the seat with her pearly white teeth to stop from screaming out. Her moans were coming in rhythm with my thrusts and I could feel her squeeze her pussy against my shaft for added grip. My fingers were on the cheeks of her lovely ass and now I couldn't help staring at her puckered asshole. It was still damp from my previous finger probing and now it seemed to be screaming for cock!

Without missing a stroke I drew my cock out of her hot love hole and pushed my knob into her ass. It disappeared into that tight depth, sinking deep in until my balls pressed against her eager flesh.

"Aaaah, Wow! She breathed. Her eyes shot wide open and her lips curled in a surprised smile. "What are you...I've never been fucked in the ass before!"

I didn't have time to listen to her commentary. My cock was being held in a hot, vice-like grip by the tight muscles of her snappy other hole. Slowly I pulled my shaft back until only the tip was still inside of her, then I plunged it back into her dark depths again. She crooned at the pleasure and her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her dripping pussy was not getting any attention, which I suddenly thought was a shame, so I reached for it and slipped two fingers deep inside. It was sensational! Through the warm, velvety flesh between her pussy and ass I could feel the thick, hard shaft of my cock as it moved slowly in and out of her and, at the same time, my cock felt my fingers exploring its length.

We fucked like that for several minutes. I experimented as to how many fingers I could get into her pussy. Imagine my surprise as each finger fitted in and her pussy just opened up as if begging for more! Suddenly I was left with only my thumb outside, feeling along her soft crack with my thumb-tip caressing her clit. I'd never had this many fingers inside a woman before and a devilish thought came to me as I sank my cock into her bum-hole again. I curled my thumb, tucking it into my hand and shoved gently against her. Again her pussy gaped and my hand slid inside! Now I could fist-fuck her in the pussy while I plunged my meat deep into her gripping ass!

Now my excitement was at new heights and somewhere deep inside that warm erotic mist, silver bells trembled as I approached my climax. Sandy was letting out little muffled screams and moving her whole butt against me as if begging more, but I hadn't any more to give! Already I felt the need to clutch my toes in fear of falling in! Even the bus seemed to join in a sexual chorus as it began rocking gently from side to side while I just fucked Sandy harder and harder, my cock shoved into her ass and my fist working her pussy towards climax. 

It couldn't last forever, and suddenly I felt my own ass clench tight as a load of jizm swelled inside my balls pushing to be released from the eye of my deeply buried cock.

"I'm gonna cum. Babe!" I muttered through clenched teeth.

"Oh, hon! Yes. Yes. Fill my ass with cream, babe...I want to feel your cock blow in my asshole. Wow! This is incredible!" 

She was so excited that her voice had risen and I was certain the bus driver would hear us even above the drone of the big GM diesel, but I couldn't give a rat's arse now. Fuck the bus driver, I thought and this time I pushed my rocket all the way home.

A zillion colored lights cascaded through my brain. It was as if I'd copped the mother of all LSD trips as my cock exploded, sending hot spurts of sticky cum deep into her arse. She cried out at the pleasure, "Yes, yes..Oh Babe, yes!" and then her pussy clutched at my fist. The orgasm was like a tsunami as she flooded her love tunnel and I felt the hot splash against my hand and wrist. It erupted from the pink lips of her pussy, splashing her legs and dripping on the seats as she came wave after glorious wave. We lay clutching each other tightly until the deep, laconic voice of the bus driver broke into our reverie.

"Last stop in five minutes, you two." He said.

I withdrew my hot and fading tool out of her arse and watched as her hole shrank back to a tight little nut again. My fist came out with a pleasant little sucking noise and we sat up, breathing rather heavily. As the bus pulled into a brightly-lit terminal, I managed to zip up my jeans while she straightened her blouse and smoothed her skirt, though I noticed she did not bother to retrieve her silky nickers from the filthy floor.

The bus lurched to a stop beneath the terminal's overhang and the airbrakes hissed their relieved sigh as the journey came to an end. Around us the interior light came on flooding the length of the bus with its warm, bright glow. I got up shakily and wondered at the weakness I felt in my knees, but I managed to reach for Sandy's elbow to help her stand. She kissed my cheek and flashed me a perfect smile as she turned, then she walked to the open door at the front of the bus. I snatched up my coat as I followed closely behind her.

Outside a cold wind teased the flesh of the few that waited with mute patience for other buses to arrive. I watched as Sandy stepped gingerly down onto the tarmac, her skirt swirling, threatening to reveal her abused pussy to the world but somehow she managed to keep that little pleasure pit covered as she let go the safety bar. Me, I grasped that chrome bar and glanced back curiously at the bus driver who sat staring out of the window, one hand on the big wheel and the other lying in his crotch. I smiled as I lowered myself into the wintry night watching Sandy walk off towards a sad little man that looked like a shriveled, badly constipated accountant. That little man pecked her on the cheek and said, "Hi sweet cakes" in a squeaky little voice, "Got a big kiss for your hubby?"

Sandy tossed her head and threw a glance over her shoulder at me. Her lips curled in a little kiss, then set itself into an indulgent frown as she turned to her colorless little husband and replied, "Not now, dear. I have a splitting headache."

As they walked towards the sparkling new Mercedes Benz I couldn't help smiling again, a huge amused grin, as I thought back on the sight I had seen upon exiting the bus. The driver's fly was undone and there was a huge, wet patch of cum stain on his trousers. No wonder the bus had swayed to the rhythm of our fuck!

The end.



On the Buses



It was late, Suzy was on the last bus home and she had had a great night out. Plenty of dancing and drinking. And more than a few admiring glance or two from the men in the bars. All of which had left her very happy indeed and pleased with herself.

Her reverie was shattered as a weight fell into the seat next to her. Some sweaty bulk of a man, smelling of bars and cigarettes and faded aftershave.

She could feel the heat of his body pressed against her and shifted uncomfortably further away, trying to squeeze herself into the side of the bus and stared out of the window as the incredible hulk lolled around to the motion of the journey.

Within no time at all, she could hear snoring and his lolling was making her uncomfortable. She turned towards him with every intention of shoving him away now that he was unconscious and wouldn't make a big deal about her touching him.

She'd tensed her body to shove and for some reason glanced down into his lap. She didn't know why and she didn't know why the rest of the journey unfolded the way it did either.

His trousers were tight against his thighs and she could make out the outline of his penis down his right leg. It wasn't small and it wasn't huge but it looked so perfect nestled in his trouser leg. Not only was it beautiful to look at but there were distinct signs of twitching. Judging by the shape and performance, he couldn't have any underwear on and he must be feeling randy or having a dream that was turning him on.

As the journey progressed, more of the other passengers were getting off but she didn't know any of this. All she could do was stare at his twitching rippling manhood as it danced and wriggled in his lap.

Whatever he was thinking about was really getting him going. She couldn't be sure but she thought that she could see something that looked like suspiciously wet was forming at the head of his shaft. He was getting so turned on that he was dribbling!

She would never know why she did what she did next but he was fast asleep right? What would be the harm? Her hand reached out and the tip of her finger touched the damp spot. Hmm, felt good.

Of course, she only touched it for a moment and brought her hand back to her lap. Which incidentally was getting a little tingly. She wasn't getting turned on by this lump of sweaty, stinky machismo was she?

She rubbed the lace of her thong though her skirt and was surprised at how good it felt. She rubbed a little more and got a little more excited, so she kept on rubbing and got more excited and bolder.

She now had one hand rubbing herself and the other reached out to him again and stroked him again. She didn't recoil this time, but circled the head of his penis and rubbed the spreading wet spot. Luxuriating in the feel of the hot flesh beneath her palm. 

The more she rubbed herself the bolder she got and the more she wanted to rub this lump of twitching manhood.

Suzy shifted in her seat again. Not further away from him this time but closer to squash herself against him as she picked up the pace with both hands. She was really really turned on by this and didn't care what happened anymore. She had to see this cock that felt so good and was getting her so wet.

A glance around the top deck of the bus and she knew they were alone. She grasped his fly and pulled down.

The sound ricocheted around and she was sure he would wake. She froze but he didn't wake. He was either a really heavy sleeper or smashed out of his brain but at that moment, she didn't care, she just thanked whichever God was looking out for her that night and carried on.

Wow, she was right, NO underwear. There beside her was a sleeping hulk with a not so sleeping stiffie! She cupped his balls through his trousers and felt their weight. They felt good and tight too. And what was that? Her little moisture maker was at it again, another drop of clear pre cum was bubbling out of the top. God she thought that was sexy and even more so because this lump of man meat was attached to a sleeping beast who had no idea that he was being exploited like this. He was probably having a horny dream – no doubt he thought he was a sex God who could make his girlfriend orgasm just by looking at her. Let's face it that was probably his idea of foreplay. A glance in his girl's direction and "Are you ready love?" before he clambered on top. Well here she was striking a blow for all those disappointed women who had been fumbled and groped and left unsatisfied by this pig.

She gripped his shaft and slid the layers of skin back and forth and felt him pulse under her touch. He might well be a pig but he was hung like a horse! She was no good at estimating size but she had never held one this long or thick and it seemed such a shame that he was a drunken ape. She would have loved to feel what this felt like inside her! What was she thinking?! It must have been too long without some proper male attention.

As she kept rubbing his length (which was not inconsiderable) more and more pre cum crested his head and pooled there. The more she looked and stroked, the hornier she felt and the harder she had to rub herself to get any kind of relief and it wasn't enough. The flimsy material under her probing fingers was getting wetter and wetter and the sensations running through her body were getting her flushed and breathless. She could definitely feel her breasts straining against her bra and her nipples were getting crushed as they stiffened to erection.

He was now dripping onto her hand and it felt electric. Before she knew what she was doing she ducked her head and licked the pooling emissions from his cockhead. His skin was baby smooth and she loved the taste. Dare she snatch another sip from such a forbidden cup? Dare she drink more deeply this time? In for a penny, in for a pound. She dipped her head again and her lips enveloped his cockhead this time. Her lips widened to receive the full girth. She kept pumping his penis, which she did now with more enthusiasm.

She had had enough of messing about now and pushed her other hand straight under her skirt and moved the thong aside to gain access to her most intimate of places that was screaming for release and to receive the monster of a penis that she was swallowing. Too bad, she had to make do with her pistoning fingers and her imagination.

It must have been some sight to see if there had been anyone else on the top deck of that bus. She wondered if the driver could see anything from his CCTV? Oh well, what did she care? Her hand and head were working in unison to suck this bad boy off as her own body was bucking against her hand that was rubbing her to paradise.

Because she was getting carried away, she didn't see her victim's eyes open and take in the position he was in. Of course, he could have objected and stopped what was going on. That was what his girlfriend would want him to do! But how often did he wake up with his cock being sucked? Maybe if his girlfriend had done it from time to time, then he wouldn't have felt so randy tonight and might have thought about stopping the action. So, if she ever found out, he could argue that it was her fault! The male conscious is an easy thing to diffuse and it had only taken him a heartbeat to deal with his guilt. It certainly hadn't hurt his decision that this woman was better than his girlfriend and was making his balls boil!

She was really going for it now and had shut out all other senses as she concentrated, quite literally, on the task in hand! OK, both her hands and her mouth! So when her companion moved his hand quickly across her back and under her top to scoop her breast and give it a squeeze, she was so surprised, she almost clenched her teeth, which wouldn't have been any fun for either of them and would certainly attract the attention of anyone downstairs, including the driver.

Instead, she looked up at his face to try to read it. To see if she was about to be stopped and if so, would it be polite or violent? She released his shaft and moved her head away. His penis being replaced by her heart which was now in her throat and was attempting to beat its' way out and escape the consequences of her body's actions.

"Don't stop hun, you gotta finish what you started!" He drawled and squeezed her engorged nipple. A little rougher than she normally liked but she was hardly in any position to object was she? She figured it was better not to say anything as in an encounter like this, neither of them wanted conversation so she swallowed her pride and his penis and picked up where she left off. This time with this animal mauling her poor defenceless breasts and now knowing what was he doing?

His other hand had navigated the space between their bodies and found her thighs. Then it ascended, dragging her skirt with it and then pressing down on her hand and pushing his fingers through hers and inside her steaming sex. What had she done? She was letting a complete stranger paw her wherever he wanted! OK, reality check - she had been gratifying herself on his for the last 20 minutes so she couldn't change the rules now.

They were both getting into their rhythm now and because of his a) head start by having the dream b) having received more attention and c) being a man! He was ready to pop his cork and she could feel his balls clench tighter. She didn't expect him to warn her and so had been waiting for this.

Although she wouldn't normally swallow a man's sperm - despite many arguments with previous partners! - She knew that she couldn't afford to have to explain the mess he would make if he spurted all over her and the bus!

She felt him stiffen and he grabbed hard on her bruised nipple and shoved his fat finger deep inside her as his penis exploded in a torrent of cream.

She had expected a penis of this size to produce loads but maybe the beers had effected him because she had no trouble coping with his small offering.

Wasn't this just like the rest of her life? Now he was finished and she was close but not close enough! Life was so unfair, so much for striking a blow for disappointed womanhood! But he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the back of the bus where there was more room and sat down with her stood between his legs, facing him. He still hadn't said anything but he placed his sweaty hands on her thighs and slid them up and caught her skirt and scrunched it up around her waist until he was satisfied it would stay there and then pulled her thong down to her ankles. She really ought to stop this but she was on fire so instead she stepped out of one leg and stood with her feet apart, grabbed his ears and squashed his face into her mound.

He knew what she wanted and began tonguing, licking, kissing, sucking, blowing, in fact if you could do it with a mouth, he did it! Nibbling, swirling, he was actually quite good and at the same time, his huge hands were kneading her buttocks. Squeezing them and pulling the cheeks apart. She quickly made up the lost ground and held his head firmly and banged in back and forth against her so that his huge nose mashed itself into her clitoris as his mouth worked its' magic.

It didn't take long and she clamped her mouth round her forearm to stifle her screaming as she careered along to ecstasy. Jesus, that was a great climax!

During his pleasing of her, his sleeping partner had been slowly waking and was jutting proudly out of his trousers, looking with its one eye for some attention. Once she had finished shuddering, he adjusted his position, spun her round so that her rounded butt was in his face. Then he held his hands on her hips and pushed her down into his lap, onto his manhood!

She really hadn't intended things to go this far and stiffened her legs to resist but his grip was insistent and to be honest, she was so worked up, her body would never have spoken to her again if she didn't get this stick of rock inside her pulsating flesh. So her brain and her body had a short argument and her body won and she relaxed her thighs and reached down between her legs to guide this monster in and slow its progress to minimise the damage it could have caused to either of them if it had just slammed against her under solely under his direction.

The head pressed insistently against her and spread her lips apart. As it progressed inside her, she felt every ripple, vein, throb and fold of his flesh against the super sensitised nerves of her sex. Her brain made a final plea for sanity and told her that she was having unprotected sex with a complete stranger which received full consideration by her body which told her brain that there was safe sex and there was great sex. Had he been wearing a rubber, the sensations pushing up inside her would have been dulled and the outline of his tremendous shaft blunted. Her brain gave up at this point and told her that if she was going to be such a stupid cock hungry tart, it was going out for the duration to consider whether or not to come back.

As a result, her body was in complete control and pulled his hands under her top and up to her breasts, then released the clasp on her bra and squeezed his fat fingers into her flesh. She felt his hips gyrate beneath her as he moved inside and she flexed her own against him to develop a rhythm. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't synchronised but it certainly hit the spot. In fact she didn't realise just how many spots she had and he was hitting them all.

She grasped the back of the seats in front of her and really went for complete and total satisfaction. She bucked and ground and gyrated into his lap, rubbing he huge member all round her insides. A lesser man would have been flattened by the assault but she was impaled on an animal that gave as good as he got. She didn't care about him, or his pleasure, or even his name, only the fact that he was hung like a horse and she was riding him to pleasures she had never felt before.

Her blood boiled and the feeling of her release swelled all over her body and her limbs felt weak as her climax exploded out of nowhere and almost knocked her senseless. She felt like she had been hit by the bus, never mind being sat on it. Her head span and her eyes lost focus and her pulse pounded in her ears, her breasts and her sex. She crushed the seat in front, leaving the imprint of her hand in the fabric.

Consciousness was swimming back to her as she heard the man moaning, felt his body stiffen and his hands crush her breasts mercilessly as his own orgasm hit. His thighs slapped against her buttocks as she had lost the rhythm and he emptied his seed inside her. Her fully awakened sex burned with the touch of his hot sticky semen and she was knocked sideways again as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her and her body joined her brain and popped out for a bit. The man was left bucking into an empty shell, emptying himself completely. It didn't matter that he didn't know anything about her, because she wasn't there. Everything that made her had been conquered and she had surrendered and fled to the hills.

He felt her body go limp and held her to stop her from falling on the floor. Perhaps he was a gentleman after all? As the sweat cooled on their bodies and his penis softened and retreated, her senses (well some of them, common sense was still nowhere to be seen) returned. She felt him nuzzle her neck and ear. O God, he wasn't going to try again was he? She didn't think she could take another pounding like that!

"Excuse me love, it's my stop in a bit, do you mind if I zip up before we get there?" and he shifted her weight onto the seat next to him and pulled up his trousers. She was still swimming back to reality as he stood and walked to the stairs, pressing the bell on the way.

The bus slowed and she heard the doors open and close. As the bus pulled away, she realised he had gone and she was on her own again . . . . .



On The Buses



This happened a few years ago in Sussex, England. Can't say where because I'd hate for the people involved to be recognised. 

A friend of mine owns a vintage bus. Previously owned by a local company, it is an open topped double decker that he absolutely fawns over and he always keeps it in pristine condition, attending as many bus rallies and gatherings as he can with it. As I worked in the industry as well he often invites me along to act as his conductor, answering questions about his vehicle and, if he took it out to carry passengers, make sure they were safe. The days usually involve riding around on his bus and then sitting in a field full of buses, old and new, from around the country. 

This particular rally was well attended, with about 40 buses lined up around a field. The sun was shining on the gathered throngs, mainly gentlemen of a certain age looking over the vehicles, taking photos and chatting about "back in the day" journeys they remembered on the buses. 

After looking through the stalls and at some of the vehicles in attendance, it was time for us to go out offering rides between the site and the nearest station, situated a few miles away. I assumed my normal role, answering questions from curious enthusiasts about the vehicle, or about timings of the journeys, etc. After a couple of hours it was time for us to rejoin the field. I was looking forward to a quiet Sunday afternoon spent upstairs on the bus in the sunshine whilst my friend went off with his other enthusiast friends, trying to blag a drive of their vehicles as he always did! I was looking forward to a relaxing afternoon as we reversed into our parking space. 

"Oh, is that it?" came a voice from upstairs as my friend killed the engine. 

I hadn't checked the top deck, just assumed everyone had got off as was usually the case. 

I climbed the stairs and stuck my head over the rail. 

"Yes, sorry. I should have said". 

I looked down the top deck and saw a couple standing at the back of the bus as if to get off. Mid 40's, he was a stereotypical bus enthusiast wearing black shorts, sandals a "British Leyland" T-shirt and a baseball cap with a local bus operator name on the front. 

His partner clearly did not share his transport enthusiasm, rather tagging along to keep him happy. Again, mid forties, with long bright red-dyed hair, piercing blue eyes and one of those faces that always looks like she is smiling. I couldn't help sneaking a glance at her from behind my sun glasses, running my eyes down her body. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail, her v-neck top and heart necklace pointing to the top of her cleavage just visible at the "v" of her top. Her chest ballooned below this, very ample breasts stretching the material of her top before tapering back into her waist which, despite a few extra pounds, would not look unacceptable on a woman half her age. Hips tapering into her thighs, but being lost in the flow of her long summer skirt. 

"That's a shame", she said. "I was hoping I had another trip to top up my tan and eat lunch." 

She laughed along with her partner. 

"Oh, well, if you only want a tan then feel free" I said. "I don't mind if you stay up here. It's not like we're going anywhere." 

"That's very nice of you, thank you. Are we alright to eat our lunch on here as well?" asked her companion. 

I knew my friend wouldn't mind and, having seen the site already, I had no intention of leaving the bus so they wouldn't be alone. 

"Fine". I said ducking back down the stairs. 

My friend said his goodbyes and arranged a time to meet back at the bus and, as he wandered off across the field towards the many stalls, I drew the bolts on the door so I wouldn't be disturbed. There were information cards in the windows, they must read those if the enthusiasts wanted to know more. A dead iPhone confirmed that it would be a very quiet afternoon so I grabbed the sandwiches I had brought for lunch and headed for the top deck intending to make the most of the summer sun. 

"Mind if I join you?" I asked as I reached the top of the stairs. 

"No, feel free" came the response. 

I sat down and started eating my lunch. As we chatted, I discovered that Richard and his partner Angela (or Rich and Anj for short) were on holiday, visiting from a small town in Norfolk. As I suspected, Richard was the bus enthusiast and Angela his long suffering partner! 

After discussing the vehicles in attendance with Richard, my conversation turned to Angela. She worked in a bank and had been with Richard for about 3 years after a failed marriage. I was struck by how sweet she was - her smile always present and her blue eyes sparkled behind her glasses. She was easy to talk to, very cheeky and perhaps rather flirty. As conversation turned back to RIchard, she finished her lunch and stretched, her arms reaching for the sky pulling her top up slightly. I couldn't help watching as it rode up almost to her navel revealing the creamy smooth skin of her lower belly. I was struck by the contrast of her skin colour between her stomach and shoulders which had been exposed to the sun. She looked like she was in danger of getting badly sunburned. 

"Ouch! That looks sore Anj" I said. "You look like you've caught the sun quite badly". 

She looked down at her shoulders and pulled the top of her shirt down, exposing more of her cleavage. I couldn't help but stare at her chest as more of the pale skin on top of her breasts came into view. 

"Hmm? Oh, that's not good," she said. "Look, Rich, I've got a tan line." 

She turned slightly to Richard, her hands hooked over the neckline of her V-neck pulling the top down exposing more cleavage. I could feel my cock stirring as she exposed more of her large chest.

"It looks painful," I said. 

She feigned indignance and haughtily pulled her top back up again. "You shouldn't be looking!" she exclaimed with a wink

"Well, no point me suggesting to sunbathe topless to even out your tan then!" I retorted. 

Richard and Anj laughed. 

"Oi, cheeky!" she retorted. "Do you say that to all the girls who get on your bus?" 

"Only the ones with something worth tanning", I replied. 

Conversation turned back to the buses around us. It was very secluded, the field being large and not overlooked. All the buses in our row were closed single deckers and we felt like lords of the realm sitting atop our open decker in the sunshine. 

Rich stood up to take some photographs over the side of the bus looking over the event field. Anj moved to push him over as a joke. 

I laughed. "Go on, I dare you." 

She laughed back. "Oh, don't say that or I will. I've never been known to refuse a dare". 

Rich and her were laughing. 

"Really?" I asked. 

"Really." She said. 

Rich looked at the smirk on my face and laughed. "You could be in trouble here love" he chuckled. 

"Anj," I said, "I dare you to sunbathe topless on my bus". 

She laughed. "Far too cheeky this one, Rich". 

"Well?" I retorted. "I thought you never refused a dare?" 

Anj looked shell shocked and Rich laughed. 

"What did I tell you? Trouble."

She shot him a look and he laughed again. 

"Well? Go on. Don't let me stop you. In fact, I dare you myself." 

Angela's jaw dropped and she stared at him, a smile brewing in the corner of her outraged face. 

"You mean you'd be happy just sitting there whilst a stranger watches me sunbathe?"

"Not saying a word, other than I double dare you". 

It appeared that her lover would be happy with that, and who was I to complain? 

Anj flushed. 

"Fine", she said and moved to the middle of the back seat, scooting down low so that nobody off the bus could see. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this!" 

She grasped the bottom of her V-neck top and pulled it over her head revealing a very full sheer white bra with her breasts spilling over the top. She looked away from me as she reached behind her back and, after a pause, unclipped her bra. Her breasts sprang forward as she released the tension in her underwear and she pulled the straps off her shoulders revealing huge pink nipples a few shades darker than her skin. Areola the size of dinner plates crinkled as the slight breeze hit them and I watched her thimble sized nipples visible harden. 

I couldn't move, just staring transfixed at her amazing breasts. After a few moments, she looked back at me and started to giggle. 

"If you could see your faces right now". Her breasts shook as she laughed at Richard and I who were both staring open mouthed at her. 

"You like what you see then, I take it?" She nodded at Richard's groin and it was his turn to laugh nervously and shift slightly in his seat to try and hide the lump in his trousers. 

"What about our conductor? What does he think?" I made no effort to hide the erection swelling under my trousers wanting to know where this would lead to. 

"Heavenly" I said and she laughed again, folding her arms under her chest and lifting them up from her stomach. 

"Really?" she asked. "Come on then. Your turn.". 

"Oh, you don't want to see my boobs" I chuckled. 

"Too right I don't," she retorted. "I want to see what's making your trousers stick out like that". 

I stood up and walked to the back of the bus, sitting down next to her. She moved away slightly, a little unsure. 

"Help yourself" I said, leaning back and sticking my crotch out. 

I don't think she was expecting this and was a little taken aback. She looked at Richard, a little unsurely, almost like asking his opinion. 

I pretended to look at the floor and the growing lump in my trousers, but behind my sunglasses I kept my eyes on his face. He nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly and I saw his hand move to his own groin. His shoulder started to move rhythmically. I knew that, behind the shielded view of the seat back he was stroking his cock watching his partner and me. 

Anj put her hand on my leg, stroking her long nails upwards gently until she reached my fly. My cock twitched as she pulled the zip slowly down and reached in. Her hand grasped my shaft and she squeezed gently a few times before pulling her hand through the gap in my trousers. My cock stood proud in her cool hand and, as she gently squeezed, a small drop of pre-cum oozed from the top and glistened in the sun. She ran her long fingernail through it, tracing patterns on the swollen red head of my cock. 

She seemed almost hypnotised by my cock in her hand, looking at it protruding from her fist as her index finger traced around the end. I reached over with my left hand and gently squeezed her breast. She caught her breath and I noticed her tense up, however she didn't stop me. I slid my hand across her breast, catching her nipple between my thumb and index finger and squeezing gently. She looked over at Richard who was staring transfixed at us, his rhythmic shoulder movement still betraying his enjoyment of the situation.

I squeezed her nipple again, gently rolling it between my finger and thumb. Her eyes closed and she caught her lip between her teeth. 

"That feels nice" she whispered. 

Her grip around my cock tightened and she started sliding her fist up and down the shaft, slowly at first, but gathering speed. I was pretty much powerless to stop my hips pushing back to meet her strokes. I could feel the blood coursing through my veins faster at her touch and was desperate to see how far this was going to go. 

I moved my hand from her breast and over her skirt until my fingers stroked her thigh. I slid my hands down to her knee and caught the soft flowing material between my fingers and pulled it slowly up towards her waist. Her knees were exposed beneath her skirt now and I slid my hand back down, tracing my fingers softly over the bare skin on her legs. She looked over at Richard again and, still squatting, he moved from his seat to kneel on the floor in the gangway in front of us. I was right. His hand grasped his hard cock and he was stroking it watching what was happening between Anj and I. 

I ran my hands in a circular motion on her bare skin, each time pushing her skirt back towards her body a little bit further until I grazed the leg of her knickers. Her breathing was heavy and she kept her eyes transfixed on Richard. Her hand on my cock slowed until it was hardly moving. I traced the line of her underwear at the top of her leg and she whimpered slightly, parting her legs as I brushed the area of her knickers below her stomach. 

I could feel her hair curled beneath the front panel of her knickers and I took some time stroking this area through the lacy material. I could feel her breathing increase in rate at my touch until, after a few moments, I slipped a finger between her now wide open legs. The material was damp and slightly sticky as I traced the line of her lips through her underwear, softly at first, but then firmer as I felt her respond to my touch. I could feel the little bump of her clitoris at the top of her lips and loved feeling her jump and gasp slightly as I touched it. 

Her hips were grinding against my hand as I stroked her, her breathing heavy. Her large breasts were rising and falling with her breathing and I could control myself no more. Pulling the gusset of her knickers to one side, I pushed my finger between her lips feeling her warm thick juices coating my finger as it slipped between her lips. 

She gasped and, as I stroked down with my finger, I applied a little more pressure and felt her open around me, her warmth enveloping my finger as I pushed it into her. 

"Wait"... she said reaching down and pulling my hand away from her. 

She arched her back and slid her knickers from her body, tossing them towards Rich. 

She looked him in the eye as she sat back down again and pulled her legs wide apart, her skirt around her waist. 

"Are you watching, Rich?" She asked with a cheeky smile. 

"Uh-huh" he managed to answer. 

I looked down at her next to me on the seat. Brown, curly hair covered her pubic bone and down her lips which were parted slightly, a glistening pink slit nestling in a bed of curls. I kissed her, our tongues playing over and over each other as my fingers again found their way between her legs again. She moaned at my touch and I slid my middle finger inside her once more. I felt the tiny ring of her cervix and, turning my hand over so that it was palm up, I pulled out of her again, my fingertip running along the rough bumpy surface behind her clitoris. I gently massaged this area, slipping my finger in and out and felt it respond to my touch, gradually swelling as I stroked her. Her kissing became more passionate and her hand found my rock hard cock again, stroking desperately. 

My finger worked faster stroking just inside her, loving the effect that this was having on her. Her hand was almost out of control, roughly manipulating my cock and she pulled me close to her, kissing me wildly. She suddenly broke away, gasping for breath and arching her back, grabbing her nipples with one hand and almost pulling my cock off with the other as I felt her muscles contract so hard that she pushed my finger out of her body. I sat back, looking down between her legs and smiled. A wet streak was off the seat and across the floor, almost reaching Rich who sat trembling, stroking his cock looking at Anj on the back seat of the bus as she got her breath back. Her breasts heaved as she composed herself, her hair dark with sweat as she sat back. 

"Wow, " was all she managed before I knelt in front of her, spreading her legs apart and pulling her hips to my face. 

My tongue parted her lips, savouring the tangy sweet taste of her as I fought through the hair to part her lips once again. I pushed two fingers inside her again, my tongue gently flicking her clit as my fingers soaked in the mix of her juices and my saliva. She held the back of my head, her hips grinding against me as I tongued her. Pushing my luck, I allowed one finger to slip out of her and down between her legs, gently teasing against the puckered, tight little hole below my chin. With a little pressure, my sodden finger slipped inside her. I twisted my fingers so that they could touch through the thin wall separating them. 

She was breathing hard, grinding against me and grabbing both breasts with her hands as I played with her. I felt her legs trembling, her breathing coming in small gasps and then another orgasm hit her hard, both my fingers being tightly squeezed rhythmically as all the muscles around her sphincter tightened and relaxed. Her face was red with her orgasm and the sun. She was still breathing heavily, her skin flushed red across her chest. She leaned forward, then shuffled across the floor on her stomach until her head was level with Rich's cock. She turned on her back and the head of his shaft vanished between her lips as she swallowed him whole. 

I undid my belt and trousers, slipping them down to my ankles along with my boxer shorts. Anj knew what was coming and opened her legs as far as she could. I laid on top of her, positioning my cock between the curls of hair between her legs and gently pushed forward. I felt the soaking ring of warmth caress my cock as I pushed inside her until my balls rested against her buttocks before pulling out again, building up a rhythm. She moved her hips to match my thrusts. 

"Mmmm, Rich look," she said, pulling his cock from her mouth, " Look how deep his cock is inside me." 

He leaned over closer to her and she spread her lips so he could see my cock clearly inside his lover. She was still stroking him, kissing the head of his cock as she did so. He gasped and, with his eyes fixed firmly on my cock slipping in and out of her, started to cum. The first ribbon of semen shot across her face before she had chance to envelop the head of his cock again, and it stayed there for the duration of his orgasm. I watched her throat moving as her tongue expertly cleaned his cock, drinking all that he had to give her. 

It was then that I felt a familiar tingle. I was powerless to stop my breathing intensifying; the tingle behind my balls was becoming too much to bear and, after a few more thrusts, I pounded into Anj as hard and deep as I could. My muscles contracted fit to burst as I pumped every last ounce of semen deep inside her. I looked into her eyes and she smiled at me before turning to her partner again. 

"Rich?"

"Yes". 

"It's a good thing I took my pill this morning. I think I'm rather full"

I pulled out with an apology which Anj waved away. 

"It's fine, don't worry. I should have said, there are condoms in my bag but I got rather carried away in the moment." 

We cleaned ourselves up, dressed and, after letting them off the bus, I watched them walk away arm in arm across the event field. Never seen them since, but I make sure I go to plenty of bus rallies with my friend!!



On the Buses, and Off



They say you should write about what you know. And after today, I don't think I'll ever forget. 

My first day off in months. Payday still a week away so no chance of going home or on a proper holiday, but decided rather than mooching at home I'd nip into town. 'Why not' I thought, despite the pounding poverty I could still afford a few luxuries, and what better way to celebrate a day off than by doing the things I couldn't during working hours?

I got on the bus and was immediately struck dumb by how busy it was. Barely a seat to be found. And I very much didn't want to stand like a pleb. Being 6 foot 4, standing up made my head scrape the roof and, to my mind, made me stand out like the Pope at a GUM clinic. The reasons for the bus busyness quickly became apparent. Teen mums and their toddler children competed with the elderly in a 'who can be the greatest tax drain' competition while taking up as many seats as possible. Not that I'm a roaring fascist, but I do think that as the only person on who actually physically paid for their ticket, I should be entitled to a seat.

I found one at the back, sandwiching myself neatly between an old woman laden down with BHS bags and the matriarch of a clan of chavs, who asserted her authority by shouting at them because they wouldn't sit still. Luckily I had my Ipod, and the dulcet tones of Mitchell and Webb soon drowned out the noise of chav theatre. Again, I'm not some kind of fascist, but there's a world of different between the chavvy-but-good-looking-with-it girls, and the out & out chav girls for whom pregnancy was the only career available, and the postman and nearest mechanic had been drunk enough to oblige. 

There were none of the first category on this bus.

I swept around the shops like a dervish, suddenly very much not in the mood to go shopping and bemoaning my decision to leave the house at all. I'm on holiday, time to do things like tv and daytime naps, the oh-so-delicious addictive liquor of my student days. Getting myself off the coach to hell was very much a good decision, as the chavs scrambled in their bags for vouchers to the Zoo and made it clear they wouldn't be getting off any time soon. 

'Do you want a bag?' the hatchet-faced woman behind the counter at M&S asked. The question was polite, but the face clearly said that she'd rather be at the bingo. 

'Nah I'll be fine thanks' I replied, hastily stuffing my shopping into my rucksack, my mind already en route home and accelerating. 

I stood queuing for the bus, hoping it wouldn't be another journey like the first one. As I pulled my ticket from the dispenser I was taken aback by two things. Firstly, this bus was nigh on empty. And secondly, of the 6 passengers on it, 4 were good looking women. I made a beeline for the back seat, best seat in the house. From here I could have an ideal view with the added advantage that generally people were quite loathe to traipse all the way to the back, and consequently it filled up slower. Instantly I reverted to teenage male mode. I was no longer a working 25 yr old with responsibilities and blessed with a few days holiday, I was a horny 15 year old whos principal aim in life is to see a thong, or down a girls top, and sit there mentally filing the image for a wank once in a place where he wouldn't be arrested for doing so.

The bus had only gone a few stops (or a few thongs, as what my testosterone-addled mind was counting distance in) when I raised my eyes and had to do a double-take. Genuinely felt my heart skip a beat. Coming up the aisle was one of the most stunning girls I had ever seen. 5ft 8, curled and tousled dyed black hair, piercing green eyes and a sexy, confident strut. Her eyes met mine and seemed to sparkle with amusement, holding my gaze almost quizzically, as if trying to place me. I gazed back, unable to stop my eyes traveling up and down her, taking in her tight faux leather jacket and grey leggings, and knee-length black boots. I tore my eyes away from her, aware of the glowing hotness I could feel spreading up my cheeks in the beginning of a blush. But I couldn't help but look up again when I saw a pair of knee-length boots sit down opposite me at the back. She had sat down opposite me. There were plenty of other seats on the bus. But then again some people prefer to sit facing backward, bit early to read into it. 

She placed her bag down as I tried to look out the window and contain my blush, my heart still beating with an irregularity that I couldn't stop. I looked back at her as she dug in her bag for her phone, drinking her in all over again. I noticed her hair was ruffled and messy, while the rest of her had been immaculately made up, her porcelain skin glowing with the healthy look of youth. I guessed she must be 21 or 22. I also started to smell (or thought I smelled) a familiar odour, that stale mix of alcohol and sweat, but with a sweetness that my hyper-stimulated brain quickly told me was the scent of sex. 

This was a girl on her way home. From a night out before. Where she had been fucked. 

She looked up and caught me staring, a faint smirk playing across her lips as she read my all-too-obvious interest. She turned around in her seat, digging in her bag more forcefully now, until she was turned fully around in her chair. Whatever I was pretending to look at out the window definitely could not compete with watching her arse. The sensual curve of her full perfect arse outlined against the grey material of her leggings, with the top of her light pink thong riding high above the waistline. She bent forward again, my eyes glued to her perfect bum as my hands itched to grab it, to squeeze it, to yank down those leggings and smell her. By now the burgeoning erection I had been fighting for a full five minutes was threatening to burst. I could feel it straining against my jeans, squashed down by my bag on my lap, hiding my intense physical reminder that this girl is young and probably fertile, and every inch of caveman in me wants to be inside her. She leaning back in her chair, sliding herself round and hiding her thong from my view, still with her smirk on her face while her eyes were glued to her phone. She must have been texting whoever it was she was with last night. Lucky bastard.

She took her make-up case from her bag and examined herself in its mirror, and I wasted no time in seizing the opportunity to let my eyes roam over her again. The leggings were so tight I could see the outline of her thong straps round her waist. I let my eyes play over her crotch, hoping to see her camel toe, but at that point she swung her bag into her lap and put her make-up away. Damn. But still that smile!

I remained in my reverie until I noticed the approaching bodies. In the last few minutes the bus had filled up quite a bit, and all the seats to the front had been filled. Already mentally cursing whoever sat next to her, I lifted my bag off my lap and put it between my legs, to make space. The girl looked around, also noticing the approaching people, and then stood. My heart sank as she picked up her bag. She turned to face the aisle, and then promptly sat down beside me. I could feel her thigh beside mine, smelled her perfume and the tendrils of her hair resting on my shoulder. She faced straight ahead, ignoring my flushing face and the blood I could feel pulsing through my veins so hard I thought id burst. There was nobody sitting in front of us, no-one had taken her vacated seat. I could see her still smiling out of my peripheral vision, but dared not turn. I felt her leg brush against mine. I shuffled in my seat nervously, adjusting myself. Definitely did NOT want to squash the pretty girl. It happened again. With her handbag on the floor she ran her hand down her leg, as if to pick it up. 

Slowly, she sat back up, letting her fingertips brush up my leg. A long, lingering gesture. I turned quickly to face her, seeing that same smile with those full, pouty lips, only now with her eyes staring wickedly back at me. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She bent forward to fiddle with her boots, exposing her arse crack and thong to me again. I don't know what came over me. I moved my hand down onto the chair behind her, and felt her warm, juicy arse sit down on it. She shuffled momentarily, before settling on it, still smiling, still saying nothing. I gently squeezed her left cheek, feeling its ripeness fill my palm, knowing only a thin layer of grey cotton separated her naked arse from my hand. She rocked gently on it, almost imperceptibly, while she put her hand on her thigh and gently flicked mine with her fingers. We were communicating, but what either of us was saying was anybody's guess. I squeezed her again, while she coughed and moved herself closer to me, my hand now resting dead between her arse cheeks. I traced my fingers and felt her thong through the material, brushing against it, pushing it gently, trying to find the edge of her tight pussy lips. I squeezed her again, and she leaned into me, our closeness now looking less like fellow passengers than a dating couple. I breathed in the scent of her, aching to kiss her, while I slowly massaged her arse. 

Suddenly, her tapping fingers withdrew. She stared ahead and stood slowly, while I withdrew my still-warm hand. It was her stop. She took a couple of steps forward, and then looked back at me. I stood too and followed. She began walking down the street, still a few paces in front, still that perfect arse showing tightly in those leggings. She stopped at some traffic lights, so I stood next to her and stopped too. She crossed the lights quickly, and I sped up to keep pace, all the while slightly worrying that maybe that wasn't a signal she gave, maybe that was a sign that our time had ended. I stayed a few paces behind her as she looked back, her eyes catching mine and then looking back ahead. She turned into London road gardens. I followed behind as she left the footpath, and went in amongst some trees. She stood with her back to me facing one of the trees, looking behind at me and then facing the tree again, her bag dropped by her side. Without any ceremony, she leaned forward, and put her hands against the tree. 

I practically ran over to her, neither of us saying a word, feeling her body stiffen as my hands flew to her, groping her, squeezing her arse and gripping her thighs, moving over her crotch roughly before moving up her jacket and squeezing her tits. She moaned quietly as I leaned against her, my body hot against hers as I nuzzled her neck, my hands reaching round her to pull her tight to me. I grabbed her grey leggings and pulled them half-down in a quick jerk, exposing her arse while my other hand fumbled with my jeans. She moved her legs back against me, pushing against my throbbing cock as I rubbed it against her thong, feeling her wetness beading through the material. I pulled her thong to one side and put my arms around her, guiding my cock inside her. I began to pump her body, thrusting into her with quick urgent motions, as she began to moan louder. There was no thinking now, I had to have her. 

I reached down for her tits again and felt he nipples pressing out hard, responding to my touch, while her pussy tightened around my cock, inviting my deeper into her. I nuzzled her neck and gripped her body hard, jerking my hips to fill her completely, desperate to cum inside her. I wanted her to get pregnant, wanted to knock up this perfect woman, make her mine by filling her with a flood of sperm, both of us rutting like animals as she pushed back on the length of my shaft and then jerked me into her again. I fucked her harder, feeling her pussy tight around me, and then moaned hard into her ear grabbing her tightly as I became to cum, pumping thick jets of semen deep in her. We both panted hard as I held her, withdrawing slowly and feeling her pussy slick with juice. She straightened her thong and pulled up her leggings, slowly and deliberately, before she turned to me and smiled again. She picked up her bag and phone, and as I looked at her like a dreamer waking up from a coma, all I could say was 'wow'. She began to walk away, just as her phone rang, and all I heard was her light voice saying 'yeah I'm just on my way home...'

May take the bus more often.