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Subject: {ASSM} Return Trip
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Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 15:10:02 -0400
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Return Trip
 
    The trip home was a spiritless  and tired trek.  Three buses headed out 
at 6 in the morning to the game  setup to show off the skills of our High 
School Teams (boys and girls) against  one of the premier High Schools in the 
State of New York.  The match up not  a scheduled league one; but one to 
give both Catholic Schools a chance to  show their skills as it was expected 
that they would meet again in the State  Championships.  The games were what 
were expected.  The Lourdes Boy's  team was fair to good and showed that as 
they lost by 16 points to a much better  team.  The Lourdes Girl's took the 
game down to the buzzer and won by two  points.  It was a long grinding day 
as one game was in the late  afternoon and the other in the evening.  
    One bus had the basketball teams  and cheerleaders and equipment, while 
the other two had students brought to  support the teams.  The thought was 
that the second game might be canceled  as snow had begun falling, and the 
forecast was for a substantial amount.   However, everyone wanted to see the 
match up of the girl teams, so for better or  worse the game was played and 
a good four to six inches of snow covered the  ground as the gym emptied.
    The drive back to Pougheepsie  was 5 hours on a good day.  This was not 
a good night.  With the snow  and worsening road conditions, it would be a 
very long drive.  The students  and athletes climbing into the buses for the 
ride back.  The girls team  elated, the boys team boisterous and pissed up 
at their performance.  In  addition, the boys had brought some alcohol with 
them and obviously were showing  their lack of tolerance early in the ride 
back.  In addition to the  coaching staff the buses were chaperoned by nuns 
and brothers from the  school.
    Did I mention that I am a  basketball player.  Well I am; but on the 
junior varsity.  Sophomore  with a chance to make the Varsity team next year.  
Our team is excellent,  and the competition very keen.  I got to travel the 
team bus, only for that  reason.  This trip helping our with the team 
managers.  Chasing balls  and picking up used uniforms and sweaty towels.  And 
handing out water and  towels to the team at timeouts.
    The coaches tend to sit in the  front of the bus talking amongst 
themselves, while the two nun chaperones were  also up front.  From there the bus 
was a hodge podge of boys and girls from  the teams and cheerleaders and a 
sprinkling of other students.
    Being a school sponsored trip,  we were allowed to wear our school 
uniforms.  A big fucking whoopee to  that.  Catholic school uniforms are not 
very flattering in the least.   They would make a movie star look plain.  Maybe 
a porn star could pull off  a sexy look.   The only ones looking hot on the 
bus were the  cheerleaders that didn't chance out of their uniforms.  
Unfortunately they  smelled hot also, from sweating during the game.
    For those who aren't aware of  the sexiness of a school uniform, I will 
describe the flattering cut and  lines.  We start with a white button 
blouse over a bra that is white and  can't be any other color.  Then we add for 
the underclassmen a dark blue  vest.  The purpose most likely to blunt the 
fullness of a well endowed  bust.  Hiding it in the basic shapelessness of the 
vest.  The seniors  can opt out to wear a white blazer denoting their lofty 
position in the pecking  order.  From the waist down we have your basic 
blue, gray and white plaid  skirt.  Hangs in non flattering pleated folds to 
your knees.  Heaven  and hell help the girl that has it even a little form 
fitted so that it might  show a curve below the waist.  Under the skirt you 
have the options of  pantyhose, panties (your grandmother's is the preferred 
style by administration)  and in rare instances for the overly heavy or chaste 
girls.  A girdle to  pull in your loose flesh or be the substitute for a 
modern day chastity  belt.  Not being a big fan of pantyhose, I have gone for 
knee sock and  flats.  No heels are  allowed.      
    After making sure the gear is  loaded, finding a seat towards the back 
of the bus a priority for me.   Walking slowly up the aisle and appraising 
my prospects as the teams and cheer  leaders settle down with their best 
buddy.  Some girl/guy, girl/girl and  guy/guy pairings.
    A few empty seats and singles  available as I scoot into one and find a 
window almost to the very back.   It will be a long drive and from the 
looks of the weather outside.  Wishing  I had brought something to use as a 
pillow against the hard edge of the window  and seat.
    Shivering slightly as the bus  idles with the door wide open.  The cool 
breeze blowing up the aisle and  chilling my legs, from the tops of my knee 
high socks to the lower part of my  thighs.  Thanking gawd for once at the 
length requirement of the  skirts.  Otherwise there would be a lot of girl 
with frozen legs halfway up  their thighs.
    Opening my coat and rolling my  waistband down a couple of times to the 
actual waist band.  Not going to  help alot; but should help some.  Finally 
the whole contingent accounted  for and the buses ready to roll.  The door 
closing with a soft swoosh as  the bus jerks and slowly pulls out of the 
parking lot and onto the road.  A  slow winding course out to the New York 
Thurway and then feeling the bus surge  with power as it pulled through the toll 
booths and onto the main  road.
    The lights of the other vehicles  moving; but not at the 65 MPH that 
was allowed for the road.  A collective  sigh, as everyone speculates on the 
speed and ETA.  The heat in the bus  slowly  evening out, so that it really 
isn't chilly; but definitely not  warm enough to do a strip tease.
    Some cheerleader starting out  with the school song and a series of 
cheers to put everyone in a happy mood I  would guess.  Personally, I wish they 
would shut up and let me rest.  
    The long day had taken a toll  and I really did feel tired, with the 
prospect of 8, 10, 12 hours on the road to  get back to Poughkeepsie.
    Finally dozing in my seat as  someone continues to supply songs for the 
off key group to  sing.  Waking from my doze to feel my seat jiggling a 
little and opening my  eyes to see one of the stag guys sitting down in the 
aisle seat next to  me.
    The guy one of the boys  basketball players.  Not a bad player; but 
also not considered a catch by  the girls.  Tall and lumpy and yes a lumpy 
brain also.
    "Hi Patti, you mind if I sit  with you.  It is kind of cool in here and 
shared body heat would be  good."  Not only hearing his laugh at his words; 
but some from the seat  across the aisle and a chuckle from behind me.
    Translating that:  he wants  to mess around a bit to include a hand job 
or something better.  A soft  sigh as I know, none of the other girls are 
going to see him sitting with me and  that is the reason he is bold enough to 
sit down.  That and the smell of  alcohol on his breath, making him a bold 
young man.
    Whispering to him making small  talk, trying not to let his friends 
hear my words as I sit upright in my seat  and feel his knee nudging mine, 
rubbing slowly as he makes his subtle  approach.  Leaning into me and brushing 
my lips, as my eyes move to the  dimness of the front of the bus.  Trying to 
see if one of the coaches or  nuns are in the aisle or looking back.  Then 
opening my lips and pressing  them wetly to his dry ones.  Shaking my head, 
why doesn't a boy know that  he should have wet lips.  A soft sigh as my 
tongue tip, just traces his  lips.
    Needless to say that I am one of  those girls with a reputation at 
school, spoken of in whispers by the other  girls and loudly by the boys, that I 
might do things that the nice girls  wouldn't.  And the reputation is not 
entirely wrong.  My physical body  may not be maturing quickly, noting my 
lack of breasts; but my emotional and  psychological being is very mature.  I 
have been masturbating knowingly for  a number of years, and I like, really 
like the feelings that it brings out in  me.  And I like the feeling of power 
that I have over a boy sexually as I  give him some of my favors or turn 
him down.  The boys come to me when they  need relief, the other girls can 
look down their noses at me; but I am the one  that is giving the boys 
satisfaction.
    It is complicated and I try not  to think about it too much.  I try to 
be smart about sex and at the same  time enjoy what I have learned.  And 
thankfully not the hard way have I  learned.  No pregnancy.  I have been on 
birth control for a number of  years now.  And heaven help me; but I have 
condoms hidden in my room should  I have need of them.
    So, as you see this boy is  trying to use me; but at the same time, I 
will be getting something I need from  him.  At least for a short period of 
time the boy will want  me.
    Breaking away from his tentative  kiss and working my arms out of my 
coat and putting it to the side as I sit in  my uniform in the comforting 
darkness of the bus.  His hand falling to my  thigh and rubbing just above the 
knee, as he leans to kiss me one more  time.  Looking into his dimly 
illuminated face and seeing the tension as I  press my lips one more time to his.  
My tongue pushing between his lips,  finding his awkward tongue and teasing 
it.  My hand reaching to caress his  back, as I fold into his kiss, hugging 
awkwardly in the seat.
    Then breaking the kiss and  leaning back against my seat.  Looking up 
and seeing another boy looking  down, his hand rubbing my shoulders as I hood 
my eyes, trying to decide if I  should allow this to continue.  My seat 
partner's fingers reaching to my  knee and then pushing the hem of my skirt up 
the warm flesh of my thigh.   My hand reaching to restrain the movement, 
allowing what I will as his fingers  touch the soft flesh of my inner thigh.  
The other boy leaning over my seat  and his hands moving over the material of 
my vest and blouse and the finding the  flesh of my neck and slipping lower 
to move over my chest. 
    My eyes closing into half slits,  as his hands find the small mound of 
my breasts, encased in basically a training  bra.  The cups barely formed.  
Fingers fumbling to pinch and squeeze  the small bumps of my chest.  A soft 
moan forming in my mouth, as the  fingers find the sensitive flesh of my 
nipples and the buds swelling into hard  nubs of flesh. 
    My thighs clenching and then  relaxing as the boy next to me slips his 
hand higher up under my  skirt.  Feeling the tension in my legs, as his 
fingers touch the warm  velvety flesh.  My fingers slipping to my blouse and 
undoing the buttons as  I lean forward and unclasp my bra.  My body trembling 
as I take  the hand of the boy behind me and touch it to the small mound of 
my  breast.  Quivering with sensation as the finger pads touch the warm ultra 
 sensitive tips.  His fingers massaging and tweaking my hard nipple.   My 
thighs shivering as the nerve ending of my nipples, send jolts of sensation  
to my core. 
    A soft moan, this time escaping  my lips as my hips rock up.  The 
fingers between my thighs touching the  damp panel of my panties.  Feeling the 
boy's hand trembling as he pushes  the tips to form a camel toe in the teal 
bikini cut undies.  Barely aware  of my surroundings, other then the fingers 
on my breast and between my  legs.  
    My own hand moving to rest on  the groin of the boy beside me.  Feeling 
the stiffness of the engorged  penis in his shorts.  Having down this 
enough to know he is wearing boxers  and not briefs, as my fingers trace the 
bulge of flesh, hearing his response to  the squeezing and caressing of my 
fingers through his pants.  His breath  almost whistling through his pursed lips. 
 His hips lifting to press the  bulge against my hand.  Thumb and index 
fingers tracing the outline, then  squeezing the fat head.  Then retracing down 
the length again.  
    The boy's fingers between my  legs stiffening and motionless, as he 
rubs himself against my hand.  His  free hand pulling at his zipper and the 
belt and button of his pants.  His  breathing strong pants of sound in the 
mostly quiet bus.
    His noisy response to my  fingers, causing me to focus now on the front 
of the bus, as I watch for  movement.  My own body charged with energy as 
the boy behind me continues  to touch and pull at one nipple then the other.  
His breath warm puffs in  my ear as he leans over further in his eagerness. 
 My small chest exposed  as my bra is bunched up under my armpits.
    My tunnel a moist haven of  heated need.  Whimpering as the boys 
continues to work my breasts.   Trying to keep aware, as  I now feel the crown and 
partial shaft of a warm  cock in my hand.  My fingers working around the 
shaft and stroking up and  down, feeling the soft flesh yielding to the 
pressure of my fingers, and the  hard core underneath.  
    Taking one of my hands and  spitting in the palm and then using it to 
lubricate the shaft as I jack the boy  cock with my knowing fingers.  Letting 
my nails tease the vein standing out  from the underside.  
    Feeling the hand between my legs  weakly pushing at the material of my 
panties.  A soft teasing massage of my  puffy labia, as the boy is being 
swept away by his immediate need.  His ass  lifting off the cushion of the seat 
and his hand covering mine as he jerks and  then again.  Feeling the warmth 
of his discharge coating my hand.  Not  able to see where the strong spurts 
are sending the hot seed.  Just knowing  that when it lands it is splatting 
wetly onto the back of my hand and my  wrist.  "Damn.......oh fuckk."  The 
words more then a whisper as he  shoots more of his cum into the darkness of 
the bus.
    "Who said that?"  The  question hanging in the air.  The voice of the 
questioner is Sister Mary  Emily.  One heartless bitch, if you don't mind me 
calling a nun a heartless  bitch.
    Pulling my sticky hand away from  the semi hard cock and pulling my bra 
down over my chest and buttoning my blouse  quickly and straighening out my 
skirt, as we hear her walking up the aisle,  clumping in her bland black 
low heeled shoes.
    "Was that you George?"  You  know her finger is waving, pointing out 
the culprit in the darkness.  Her  voice already having decided who said the 
work "fuck."
    "That wasn't me sister, I  thought it came from someone in front of us. 
 That's the way it sounded to  me."  The snickering in the bus indicating 
the lack of belief by the others  there.
    Sister Emily standing in the  aisle, looking from George to me and then 
at Michael behind us.  "I know  who it was, don't try to lie to me.  I want 
you and Michael to sit up front  where I can keep an eye on you.  Now."
    The bus rocking gently as it  plows ahead in the snow and Sister 
waiting for both boys to stand and follow her  down the aisle.  "Fuck."  The word 
trailing behind the boys as they  walk up front.  A little bit of shifting 
and displacing one boy who is in  the top ten in the class and a student 
manager.  The boy walking back and  looking at me and then taking a seat behind 
me where Michael was.
    Adding my own "fuck" as I sit in  my seat, my bra undone under my 
blouse and my panties damp with my dew.   Licking at the back of my hand and 
wrist and tasting the salty seed of George as  my legs are clamped tight and my 
nipples are aching.  I guess that I have a  bad case of "blue balls" or 
whatever would be the equivalent for a girl.   Sitting horny and hot in the 
darkness of the bus as the snow pelts against the  windows.
    Fucking Michael, the bastard  found my weak spot and didn't even know 
it.  You want me, you go for my  nipples, not my crotch.  I have been known 
to scare a boy, with a nipple  orgasm as I like to call them.  And I was 
primed to begin with figuring to  get me some boys cum on the drive home.
    Thinking that I may have to  finish this myself as I reach my fingers 
into my blouse and undo the shoulder  straps of my bra.  Slipping it through 
an open button hole and folding it  to stash it in my hand bag.  At least 
the tightness on my nipples are  somewhat eased.  The blouse allowing a little 
more freedom.  Then, not  sure why, lifting my ass off the seat and 
reaching under my skirt to slip my  panties down and off.  Moving the non 
regulation bikini bottoms, fragrant  with my musk into my handbag, wondering how 
badly I will smell it up with the  damp panties.
    Yes I have a plan in my mind, as  I lay my coat over me.  Covering from 
my shoulders to my  thighs.  Huddling underneath it, with my fingers 
pulling up the hem of my  skirt and rubbing slowly against the warm flesh of my 
swollen lips.   My other hand just brushing the hard diamond tipped nipples.  
Slowly  working myself into a molten ball of needy girl flesh.  Bringing 
myself  close and then easing back.
    Looking over at the boys in the  seat across from me and thinking that 
they are wondering what I am doing.   Thinking in their minds what I must be 
doing.  Masturbating you horn dawgs,  that's what I am doing.  Trying to be 
quiet and as still as possible so as  not to draw the attention of Sister 
"harpy" Emily.
    Looking over at the boys and  trying to decide if either of them would 
be worth my time.  Both of them  mindless lunks.  Really.
    Then thinking how I might tease  these guys.  Working my fingers into 
my nasty hole and greasing them  up heavy with my oil and scent.  Then 
pulling my coat off and  adjusting my blouse buttons and the hem of my skirt, as I 
stand up and with  my coat and handbag in one hand lean over their seat, 
touching first one  then the other, my finger brushing their upper lips.  
"Sorry, but I just  couldn't decide, which of you is the biggest stud."  
    Straightening and walking back  one row of seats, turning to the nerd 
boy.  "Do you mind if I sit  here?"  My words soft and not carrying far as I 
wait.  
    "Please have a seat."  His  words a little nervous.  Then, 'could I sit 
by the window?"  The boy  stumbling to his feet and into the aisle, as I 
brush past and settle my coat on  the seat in front of me and my handbag on 
the floor between my  feet.
    "Thanks."  Letting my mouth  give a little throaty sound to the word.  
Knowing that the boys in the  other seat are hanging on each word.  And 
quite possibly sniffing and  licking at their upper lips.  CT, cock teaser came 
to my mind in a burst  pleasure.  Laughing softly at the thought of them.  I 
really can be a  fucking bitch.
    Letting the rhythm of the ride  lull me from my fevered pitch.  Looking 
out the window and seeing the side  glances from the boy next to me.  
Knowing he doesn't comprehend my choice  of sitting with him, as I am obviously a 
slut.  My words and  thoughts.  Slut.  
    Turning my head from the window  to look at the boy beside me.  
Studying him and not hiding the fact, as I  look at his long narrow face, making me 
think of Fred Gwynn of the  Munster's.  The his long lean body.  His bony 
frame; a series  of angles and stretched skin.  A tall boy; but not one with 
a lot of  helft to his body.  
    He is quite academically smart;  but lacking in the social/sexual 
graces I think.  I can sense his  nervousness as I look over him slowly, 
deliberately.  Trying to decide if I  should have sat on one of the boys laps and 
finally got myself  off.
    Smiling at him as I settle in  and let the rhythm of the bus lull us 
into a sleepy quietness.  The boys  across the aisle and down one glancing 
back as we sit side by side.  My  legs opening to let my right one brush 
against his long limb.  Feeling  him tremble and then shift his leg towards the 
aisle. 
    Wondering how much of my  reputation he must know or have heard.  
Surely the basketball team, the  boy's team has commented on me.  Letting my hand 
fall folded into my lap as  I sit back, closing my eyes and slowly work the 
clasped hands against the puffy  tissue of my labia.
    The itch between my legs almost  feeling like bugs crawling on my skin. 
 Hitching forward on my seat to sit  on the edge.  Unclasping my hands and 
pressing the fingers of my left hand  into my skirt, forming a small indent 
in the wolf cloth.  The material  rubbing against the warm sensitive flesh.
    My right hand folded over my  chest and rubbing my wrist over the 
darting tip of my swollen nipple.   Feeling a trembling of my lower body as I 
brush the blouse back and forth across  the hard nub.  My eyes closing as I 
worry my lower lip with my teeth.   Trying to bite back an audible whimper.
    My whole body warm and flushed  as I force myself to lower my arm, 
grasping hard at the armrest separating the  two seats.  Holding my left hand 
hard against the soft folds of my pubes as  I take one deep breath, then 
another.  
    Not aware of anything; but the  pin points of sensation so deep in my 
core.  So close, oh my gawd I am so  close.  My thighs tightening on my 
fingers and then relaxing as I let a  soft sound escape my lips.  Feeling the 
flush of heat at my  hairline.
    Forcing myself to relax, forcing  the tension from my body to some 
extent, as I give a shudder of movement.   Eyes opening and seeing the dimness 
of the bus again.  Turning to my seat  mate and seeing the tenseness of his 
body as he holds himself to the side of his  seat.
    Regaining some composure and  feeling the bitch in me, needing to have 
confirmation that in spite of me being  a slut and my seat mate a nice 
person, that I can make him desire my  body.
    My hand moving from the armrest  to his thigh as I turn to him and 
nuzzle my face against his neck.  My lips  pursing an moving in a series of 
small sucking kisses on his neck.  Tongue  tip flicking to his ear lobe and 
smiling as I am rewarded with a soft  moan.  Raising my head and nipping the 
soft lobe.  Nibbling it gently  with my teeth as I breath my warm breath 
against his neck and  ear.
    Feeling the trembling in his  body, his thigh tensing as my fingers 
squeeze and release.  Sitting back to  the corner of the seat and window and 
looking over at him.  Then reaching  forward and raising the armrest between 
the seats.  Folding it back, as my  hand right hand moves to grasp his left 
hand and place it on my thigh.   Feeling the nervousness as I rub his hand on 
the warm flesh.  Using his  hand to touch my knee, then slide the skirt up 
my leg.
    My thighs splaying open enabling  his hand to move higher on the warm 
naked flesh, as my skirt bunches up.   Feeling the shock in his body at the 
contact of my bare labia.  The fatty  tissue swollen and warm, most likely a 
bit dewy.  
    Moaning softly at the touch of  his fingers on my flesh.  Folding his 
fingers on the needy flesh, squeezing  my lips with his hand.  Hissing at the 
pressure of the sensitized  flesh.  My hips lifting to press tighter to his 
hand.  Rocking them  slowly.
    Knowing I have gone past the  point of "no return".  If he reports me 
now, I am done.  His fingers  not responding on their own, only touching as I 
manipulate them on my  flesh.  My other hand reaching to my blouse and 
undoing the buttons one  more time.  Tugging at the blouse, pulling it free from 
my waistband, then  laying my small chest naked in the dimness of the bus.
    My finger teasing my hard  nipples, one then the other.  Rolling and 
pinching and pulling the elastic  tissue.  Feeling jolts of sensation with 
each touch of my fingers.   Feeling myself moving close with the titillation of 
hard nubs,  Forcing my  fingers away from my chest.  Needing to ease up for 
the  moment.
    My hand moving once again to the  boy's lap and feeling that he may not 
be willingly touching my body; but his  cock has responded in some way.  
Feeling the bulge of his stiff prick in  his pants.  My fingers undoing his 
belt buckle and the snap to his  slacks.  Tugging awkwardly at his zipper.  
Being rewarded with the  soft sound of the teeth uncoupling.  Then reaching 
into his open slack and  finding the hard cylinder of warm flesh.  My fingers 
greedily latching  around the warmth and stroking it slowly.  Exposing it to 
the air of the  bus, as I run my hand up the veiny shaft and then squeezing 
the fat head and  back down again.  
    Feeling the fine down of his  pubic  hair as I press my hand into the 
crotch of his pants.  Fingers  opening to caress the tender sack of his 
balls.  Feeling him jerk with a  groan, as my nail flicks over the delicate orbs.
    Looking over at him his head  laid back eyes closed, as I slowly stroke 
up his shaft, then back down.   Releasing his hand in my lap and tugging at 
his slack, pulling them down to the  tops of his thighs, his jockey's 
bunched; but now exposing his nut  sack.
    His cock still swelling and  standing upright from his groin.  My long 
slender fingers barely able to  circle the shaft.
    His fingers tentatively  caressing the warm lips of my pussy.  Pushing 
at the crevasse of my opening  and feeling a fingertip enter my warm hole.  
Relaxing my legs to put no  pressure on his questing fingers.
    My eyes going wider as I feel  his cock swelling more in my hand.  
Looking down, as this has to be the  thickest one I have ever touched.  The 
length not overly impressive; but  the thickness of the shaft bulging my 
fingers.  The fat mushroom cap even  thicker then the shaft.
    Rolling my hips up and letting  the fingers sink deeper into my wet 
tunnel.  Giving them just a gently  squeeze of welcome.  One hand reaching to 
his wrist and urging the fingers  deeper.  Pulling at his thumb and pressing 
the thumb pad against the smooth  button of my pearl.  Finding myself oozing 
onto his fingers and my  labia.  Coating his hand with my sticky goo as I 
rock gently in my  seat.  Bracing my knees against the seat in front of my as 
I keep my legs  apart.
    Eyes closing as I take one hand  and dribble spittle into the palm and 
then again stroke at his hard on.   Finally clamping on his fingers as I 
drop my feet to the floor and bend over in  my seat.  My lips finding the 
spongy head and taste a drop of moisture with  my tongue tip as I slowly swirl 
around the thick head of his cock.  
    His grunt of shock loud in my  ears; but so is the sound of his fingers 
squishing the slick grease of my cunt  as he strokes into my pussy.  My 
eyes raising to look across and catty  corner to the seat across from us and 
seeing the guys turned and trying to see  the action.  
    My lips stretching and lifting  on one ass cheek to force the thick 
knob into my mouth.  Gobbling at the  thick crown and sealing my lips around 
the shaft.  Not finessing his cock  as I suckle on the thick shaft and tongue 
the mushroom shaped knob.  
    My drool slipping from my lips  and hearing my suckling as I move up 
and down a few inches on the shaft.   My body jerking and nipping his cock 
shaft as he touches my right nipple.   Eyes going wide and then closing as I 
feel the shock of electrons to my  core.  My cunt squeezing his fingers hard 
in a reflexsive action.  
    All  thoughts of trying to  be quite and secret gone now.  My body a 
sopping mass of nerve endings,  triggering by the touch of his fingers on my 
nipple.  So needing to pull  his hand from my chest, but so helpless to 
resist.  Mewling softly on his  cock as I force my head from his glan with a loud 
wet pop.  
    "I fucking need you to fuck  me."  The words dribbling from my mouth as 
I clench again on his  hand.  "Oh, I need you to fuck meeeeee."  Each word 
a struggle to push  from my mouth, as I try to concentrate and gain control 
of my body and  emotions.
    Damn seats aren't made for  fucking.  Climbing onto his lap and 
spreading my greasy thighs apart.   Moaning as I impale my needy cunt on his cock 
head and shaft.   Biting  hard on my lower lip and drawing blood as I feel 
the thick head and shaft,  spreading my cunt wall open.  My eyes rolling up in 
my head as my ass  cheeks slap onto his thighs and groin.  My legs spread 
wide as my hands  grasp the seat in front of me and I pull myself forward up 
his cock, then push  myself back.  
    Literally raping his body with  my nasty hole.  Seeing the boys in the 
other seat watching as I fuck myself  on the maybe virgin cock.  
    Finally feeling him grasping my  hip with one hand and my left breast 
with the other and his body moving to the  rhythm that I set.  Giving him the 
lap dance of his young life.  My  body quivering and shaking as he 
continues to touch the aching nipple.  A  series of contractions squeezing and 
mauling his cock with my cunt  walls.
    Feeling a sheen of sweat beading  my body, covered and uncovered.  My 
cunt milking his fat prick.   Needing him to cum in me as I orgasm again on 
his stiff cock.
    "Get off of me.  Get  off."  His panic stricken voice in my ear.  His 
hands trying to pull  me off of his lap.  "I am going to cum in you."
    Hearing his words, using my  spread legs to hook my feet around his 
calves and pulling myself tight against  his cock.  My arms straining on the 
seat, pushing back with all the  strength that I can muster.  Hearing his moan 
of anguish and then feeling  the head swell more inside of me.  Knowing he 
is shooting his thick ropes  of see deep into my body.  Splattering my walls 
and maybe the entrance to  my womb.  My cunt muscles grabbing hard and 
holding and milking.   Feeling each jerk of his body as he empties more of his 
thick creamy cum into my  body.
    My chest heaving and panting  hard as I finally ride one more orgasm 
with the help of my fingers on my  clit.  Rubbing the sensitive button raw as 
I quiver and shake and release  more of my musk into the close air of the 
bus.  My eyes wide open; but  unseeing as he humps weakly and then sits back 
in his seat.  His balls  drained of his young and potent seed.
    Pushing back the limp wet  strands of my dark hair from my face and 
looking up as if awaking from a  sleep.  Eyes focusing slowly and seeing the 
grins of the boys in the row  across from us.  Thinking I see one of them 
wanking off.
    Lethargic as I push myself  upright on the boys lap and gingerly clench 
my cunt to hold the mess of his seed  inside of my body.  Feeling the 
sticky goo stretching like silly putty as I  lift off  his lap and settle back 
into my seat.
    Squeezing my thighs tight and  holding what hasn't dripped out mussy 
walls of my battered labia.  Looking  to his lap and reaching with one hand to 
the semi hard cock.  Holding it  and then leaning over to suck and lick the 
still formidable shaft.  Tasting  his seed and my grease as I lick down to 
his ball sack and tongue the wet  cushion between his thighs.  
    Kissing the tip gently and  tucking it back in his half masted jockeys. 
 Then looking down the aisle  and seeing no movement, rolling my hips up 
and palming a slick puddle of white  cream and licking it from my hand.
    My cunt sore and my labia  feeling bruised and raw as I reach for my 
panties and pat at the still swollen  opening.  Cringing in an exquisite 
feeling of pleasure bordering on pain as  I button my blouse over the diamond 
hard points of my nipples.  Taking  measured breaths, as my body slowly returns 
to a normal state.
    The boy pulling his pants back  up and lifting to pull it over his 
hips.  Buttoning his fly and looking at  me.  Is the look wonder, awe, fear, 
disgust..........pick one or  more.  
    I have more then confirmed to  him all the stories he might have heard 
about me.  And now he will be  another one of them.  I am sure he would not 
tell; but those other  boys......they will.
    Thinking everyone must be  sleeping or dozing as I pull my skirt down 
over my nasty smelling thighs.   Standing up in my seat and stepping across 
him, then over to the other side of  the aisle.  Tapping both boys on the 
shoulders, then moving to the last  seat in the bus.  Sitting down with room on 
either side of me as I see the  guys moving to join me one on each side.
    My hands a little sticky as I  give them both a nice slow hand job and 
a finish with a quick suck to take their  loads in my mouth.  Giving my kiss 
on the cock head and walking back to my  seat, pushing pass my big cocked 
friend.
    "I wouldn't mine giving you some  more head if you are up to it."  
Smiling as he pulls at his zipper and  exposes the a half hard 
cock.................well, it was a long drive back in  the snowstorm; but I made it 
safely........and I explained to my new  beau.........that I am on birth 
control............no  worries.........
    
 
    
     
    
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