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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: A bus with a view (M, f/m, femdom, hum)
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A bus with a view (M, f/m, femdom, hum)

By Jari

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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer. The following story is purely a work of
fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18,
stop reading now. This story contains sexual behaviour. If you are
offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a
fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely
coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting
from reading this work.
Copyright 2005, the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of
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Slowly the bus drove thru the small and winding roads of the
neighborhood I lived in. It was heading towards its last stop, where
the chauffeur would halt for a few minutes before starting a new round
to the centre of the city. I was the only passenger left because it
was a bit late in the afternoon. I looked at my watch. Half past
seven. People who had been working were already home and for those who
wanted to go out into the centre of the town it was too early to take
the bus yet. I had worked late, was tired and half asleep. I leaned my
head against the cool window. How many times had I made this trip from
work to my house? It must have been thousands and thousands of times.
I could dream every turn in the road.

The bus made a turn and rode into the street where its final stop was
located. Thirty seconds, then I would have to stand up and leave the
bus. I felt so tired I decided to keep sitting until the very last
moment. The bus would be halting for a few minutes anyway, so I
needn't hurry. I gazed at the stroke of grass next to the road. The
grass stretched out for about twenty meters before the next houses
began. When the bus began to slow down I raised my head and looked
ahead to where the bus stop was. Next to the bus shelter two kids were
grappling on the grass. No unusual sight, yet my interest grew when we
approached the fighting coupling and I noticed they were a bit old for
that kind of stuff. Mostly it was the younger kids that were grappling
away with each other. But these boys looked already sixteen or
seventeen.

The bus drove to the side of the road and halted. The chauffeur turned
the engine off, took out his lunchbox and began to eat a sandwich. End
of the trip. My window was now exactly opposite to where the two kids
were wrestling. My mouth suddenly went dry. From the beginning I had
noticed something strange about the two kids and now it became clear
why. The boy on top wasn't a boy: it was a girl! I looked again
carefully but it was true! The teenager on top was a girl and she was
sitting on top of a boy. The girl had short, brown hair. Her clothes
could have easily be worn by a boy. She wore a tight, sleeveless
t-shirt of a vague grey color. It was so tight her poking nipples on
top of her small breasts were clearly visible. Her faded blue jeans
were also tight, which showed off her sturdy legs. Her feet were stuck
in white sport shoes. She looked as if she worked out a lot. She was
sitting with one leg on each side of the chest of the boy who was
lying on his back underneath her. He seemed to have submitted to her
because he didn't put up much of a fight any longer.

The boy, who seemed a bit younger than the girl, had thick, rather
long hair. His brown curls were partly spread out on the ground. He
wore a black, loose t-shirt and also blue faded jeans. His blue socks
were stuck in sneakers. He looked more slender than the girl, not very
muscular but nicely built. You could judge that from the fact that his
wide t-shirt was ridden up in the fight and his bare, pale belly was
visible. The vague contours of a developing six-pack were panting
heavily.

Just at that moment the girl slid forward along the boy's chest. Her
thighs ended up next to the face of the boy and she pressed them
firmly against his cheeks. The nose of the poor boy was almost buried
into her crotch. His hands were held down at the wrists above his
head. He had his legs pulled up a bit, the bottom of his feet flat on
the ground. It was obviously a very humiliating situation for him,
but, as said before, he didn't put up much resistance any more. And
now he seemed really immobilized by the strong girl. His face was
firmly stuck between her thighs so he was forced to look upward to the
muscular girl towering above him. She just kept on staring down on
him, looking him straight into the eyes. Oh, I was sure he was
yearning to be able to turn his head away, to free himself from her
triumphant look, but her strong thighs prevented that.

I must admit I found the view of the girl completely dominating the
boy beneath her very arousing. The absolute power she had over him!
The boy must feel utterly humiliated, having to suffer all this by a
girl. I felt how my penis quickly grew. It painfully pressed against
the tightness of my trousers. I looked at the chauffeur but he was not
interested at all in the fight. He was reading a newspaper while
eating his meal. I quickly adjusted my penis to give it a bit more
room.

Then suddenly the boy made an ultimate attempt to turn the tables on
the girl. He threw his body to the left, unbalancing the girl on top
and then quickly moved all his weight to the right. He stretched his
body to its limits, exposing a much larger part of his bare upper body
in the process. The girl was taken by surprise. She couldn't maintain
her position and felt sideways. Still she didn't loose her awareness
and managed to throw her right arm around the neck of the boy. For a
moment the situation was in balance, the two kids pushing against each
other, both trying to get the upper hand. But then it became clear the
girl was stronger. Inch by inch she forced the boy to recline and he
ended once more lying on his back. She laid half on top of him now,
holding his head in a firm and obviously painful headlock. Her face
was twisted from the exertion she made and was only inches away from
his. Again she stared the boy straight in his face. The boy held his
eyes shut tight, while his head grew redder and redder. He desperately
moved his legs around to get out of her iron grip.

I couldn't withhold myself any longer, threw a quick glance at the
still reading chauffeur and unzipped my trousers to relieve my aching
tool. My erection sprang forward and I quickly enclosed my fist around
its shaft and began to pull it with long, satisfying strokes. It had
never felt better in my life. It was as if I had become a teenager
again when masturbation was so compelling because of its irresistible
feelings. With my other hand I hastily searched for my handkerchief
because I understood I wouldn't be able to restrain my climax very
long.
  
Outside on the grass the girl was still in control of the poor boy,
who had obviously much trouble breathing. The situation lasted for
about thirty seconds. It was the longest thirty seconds I'd ever
experienced. The image of the two teens, one completely dominating the
other was etched into my soul forever. At the same moment that the boy
seemed to surrender to the girl (she let go of his head and began to
rise), my penis erupted in what seemed an endless stream of
ejaculations. I was just in time to cover the head with my
handkerchief, which soon became drenched with my sticky juices. Eying
the chauffeur again if he hadn't noticed my manipulations (which
seemed not the case), I hastily dried my dripping member and stuffed
it back in my trousers. I deposited the spoilt handkerchief in the
wastebasket at my feet. While standing up I looked again thru the
window.

The girl stood next to the boy, looking down on him. He was still
lying in the same position, his arms stretched out sideways. I could
see the devastated look on his face much better now. Obviously the
outcome of the fight hadn't been what he had expected. Finally he
stood up too. Slowly he brushed the pieces of grass from his clothes.
Without even looking at the triumphant girl he turned and began to
walk away slowly. His head was turned down to the pavement. I wondered
how he would be able to cope with the shameful defeat.

Suddenly the bus began to shake when the chauffeur turned the engine
on again. I hurried out of the bus and stepped on the pavement.
Looking at my right I saw the unhappy figure of the boy disappear into
the distance. When turning to the left the girl had just began to walk
away, swinging her appetizing behind. I gave her a head start and then
began to follow her. Who knows: maybe I would have the luck of ending
in her iron grip myself too!


The End

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