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John looked around the parking lot anxiously. As the sole proprietor of his
business, Show Tune Tours, he was responsible to make sure that customers showed up
on time. The bus had arrived on time, thankfully, but there seemed to be some
stragglers. After loading up the beer and double-checking to make sure he had
everything John disembarked and welcomed the passengers scheduled to come on the
trip. He shook their hands and greeted them warmly as they filed into the bus. He
learned out the door to see if more cars were pulling into the parking lot. They
were running late. John felt tense. There was a feeling of expectation in the air.
John could hear wafts of conversation floating by between his worry.

"I got a good feeling about this trip honey. I really think we're going to hit it
big."

"Are you playing 21 or Craps?"

"There's a rumor that that gay dude who got his head bit by the tiger might try
and stage a comeback."

"Last time I went on one of these trips I made 10 grand on the slots." "Yeah
right. You say that every year and you're still driving a Pinto" Laughter.

"Are those beers in back cold yet?"

John hopped off the bus onto the parking lot; the conversations becoming muffled and
unintelligible.

As always he had called everyone the evening before to make sure there were no
cancellations. Everyone said they were ready and looking forward to the trip,
including Scott, a smug jock type who John used to go to college with. According to
the list of people on his clipboard forty-four people were signed up to go, Yet,
only thirty nine people had arrived. John glanced through the bus's windows.
Although most of the passengers on the bus were talking and laughing, a few of the
them seemed to scowling. A few of them looked more than irritated. They were growing
impatient.

John looked down at his watch worriedly 'dumb assholes' he thought to himself,
'They are more than 1/2 hour late." John was not much of a businessman. He was a
nice guy, a decent guy, but not very comfortable with himself. He started off the
morning by polishing off a couple of quick Coronas in the parking lot, to take an
edge off his nervousness. Running a tour business was hard. So many things could go
wrong and oftentimes they did. John's alarm clock decided to take it's own nap in
the morning. When John groggily woke up, he was shocked to see that he had a little
over an hour to get to the church parking lot were everyone was supposed to meet.
He didn't even have a chance to eat a donut. The alcohol produced a mild buzz,
which mellowed him out a bit. Still however, his eyebrows were furrowed with worry.

John felt a warm arm encircle his waist. He looked down at his girlfriend Lourdes.
They had met about nine months ago. They had been introduced by a mutual friend of
theirs at the University. The attraction was immediate. John always wondered to
himself what a beauty like Lourdes saw in him. He wasn't a slob or anything, but in
a crowd of people he stood out like an ink spot on a piece of black velvet. He was
the quintessential Regular Joe. There was nothing remarkable about his personality
or his looks. Lourdes on the other hand was the closest thing to heaven he had ever
seen, and as far as he could tell the world had ever seen based on the hard stares
and furtive glances that constantly were directed at her. It bothered John that
Lourdes caused such a reaction, but he was reasonably sure that she only had eyes
for him. In fact she was the one that suggested they only date each other. By mutual
agreement they had an exclusive relationship for the last six months. Everythi!
ng between them was great, but the sex was basically non-existent, much to John
chagrin. Lourdes had told John early on when they were on the cusp of segueing from
friends to dating, that she had a bad sexual experience when she was younger, which
ruined the relationship she was in, a relationship she felt had a lot of potential.

She said that later on after they were more firmly established maybe she would
consider intercourse, but for the present time, she wanted to base their
relationship on caring and mutual respect. "Anyone can have sex" she was fond of
saying, "but only a select few can maintain a healthy and emotionally stable
relationship." She was 24, two years young than John, yet in many way much more
mature than him.

When Lourdes spent the night at his apartment last night, he could hardly keep his
hands off her. He acted like a little boy on his first visit to a Toys "R" Us. He
often was frustrated at her control. He didn't understand how she couldn't feel as
horny as he did.

After watching another boring movie on the Life Time Channel. John and Lourdes
gravitated to the bed. It was late and they had to get up early. John was horny and
becoming more resentful. Just sitting next to Lourdes was enough to get his cock to
harden. Why couldn't they at least try it once? He knew that Lourdes wasn't on the
pill, but he didn't have any problems using a condom. Shit, who cares? He'd put
one on. Shit, he'd get a vasectomy if it would help him get into Lourdes. He was
getting sick of hand jobs. He got to cum, but it wasn't the same. He wanted to feel
himself inside the tight, wet hole of Lourdes' pussy.

Lourdes patiently explained, as she stroked Johns cock, that what mattered most was
the emotional connection, the sharing of thoughts, dreams and feelings between two
people. That's what made their relationship so special. Intercourse would come
later. As her little hands pumped his shaft, and she continued to explain in that
maddening matter of fact way of hers the importance of maintaining an intercourse
free relationship, and focus on what's important, he tuned her out and gazed at her
body. Her heavy breasts swayed up and down as she used her hands and arms to
maintain a consistent rhythm on his throbbing shaft. She was propped up on her
knees, which caused her back to bow gracefully accentuating her perfect round
behind. He reached down and traced his finger down her back, opened his hand and ran
his fingers over the tight firmness of her ass. God, how he wished she would let him
fuck her. Just once. He would even settle being able to run the taut head of his
cock in!
the folds of her pussy for a few seconds. That would be enough to relieve his lust
if just for a few hours. In frustration he tried to touch her pussy, but she
quickly shifted away. She wouldn't let him near it. Lourdes paused in mid stroke
making him groan with frustration, his hard member throbbing with unreleased
tension.

"You haven't been listening to a word that I've said," Lourdes stated
reproachfully. "We are not going to have sexual intercourse. I don't want to leave
you frustrated, but if you can't control yourself I won't even do this. You can do
it to yourself." She put her arms behind her and leaned back. Her position rolled
her shoulders slightly back, pushing her full breasts, with those delectable dark
brown nipples forward. John's felt a dull ache of need in his groin. Lourdes was
stacked. Her breasts were, large and round with nipples just made to suck and
nibble. She wouldn't let him near those either. She had mentioned in the past that
they were ultra-sensitive and she wasn't comfortable having them fondled. He had
little recourse other than stare at them and wonder what they felt like, what it
would be like to suck them into his mouth and roll the nipple around his tongue
until the nubs stood out hard and throbbing. John felt like a diabetic in a sea of
chocolate!
. All he could do was look, fantasize and hope. He knew better than to argue.
Lourdes always got her way. She was too strong willed to break down. Secondly, he
knew that although she had a soft spot for him and cared for him deeply, she would
have no problem leaving him unfulfilled. His cocked ached. He looked down and saw it
twitching and then glanced at Lourdes who looked back at him impassively. He needed
to cum. He needed to cum so bad. He was just going to have to settle for another
hand job. It was better than nothing. If their relationship continued the way it had
been going, eventually he was going to have the chance to be inside her. He could
hardly wait.

"I'm sorry baby," John said apologetically, "you just drive me crazy. I promise
to keep my hands to myself."

Lourdes didn't respond. She just slowly moved into her prior position and moved her
hands towards John's still extremely hard cock. "No more trying to touch me, right
John" Lourdes whispered as she began to stroke John's cock with both of her hands.
"I don't want to break up John," she continued, "but you need to really show
some self-control." She began to stroke him faster. The pre-cum that bubbled out of
his piss hole coated his cock, making Lourdes' hands glide effortlessly back and
forth. John gasped, "I'm sorry Lourdes. Really, I'm sorry. I wo - wo- wo shiiit"
John began to cum, his cock spraying his warm sperm in the air, residual drops
falling back on his stomach. The excess spunk from his last contraction bubbled out,
coating the fingers of Lourdes who patiently milked the last bit of sperm from the
softening member in front of her. John breathed a sigh of relief. It had felt good
to blow his nut. In his post orgasmic bliss he felt sated.

Lourdes reached over and kissed him gently on the lips. "I'll be back in a second
hon, I need to use the bathroom." She scampered off the bed, her heavy breasts
slightly bouncing as she stood up. John watched her naked form. Her body was
wonderfully and absolutely perfect. The dark hair just a few shades darker than her
brown skin, cascaded down her slim back He just had to control himself. He just had
to. He just had to be patient.

Lourdes came back and quickly jumped under the covers. "Burr it's cold" she said,
but not before John had another eye full of her. His cock started to engorge. He
willed it back to it's flaccid state, but it grew bigger and firmer. She reached
over and gave him another quick peck on the lips reminding him that they had a big
day tomorrow and had to be at the parking lot by 5:00 in the morning. She turned her
back to him to fall asleep. John couldn't help himself. He was horny again. He
couldn't stop thinking about Lourdes. He started to stroke himself being careful
not to shake the bed. He imagined her on her knees on the floor and him behind her
pummeling her pussy. In his fantasy he was sticking his cock in her ass and her
pussy, while at the same time pinching and pulling her nipples. She was moaning and
telling him how good it felt, how large he was, how filled she was. She was asking
for it, begging for it. John gripped his cock tightly and slowed down the strokes!
, pro-longing the length of his cum as ropes of his jism flew out of his cock into
the blanket. He had to bite his lip to keep from yelling out from the intensity of
the experience. John fell back to a peaceful, yet troubled sleep.

Lourdes knew that John was jacking himself off to sleep. As hard as John was trying
to be still, it was obvious when he came. Picturing him shooting was a turn on, but
she was adamant about her feelings of not consummating the relationship until she
fest ready. Until then, when she felt that she could trust John completely and
explicitly, the most he would be getting were his daily hand jobs. There was no way
that she was going to let him inside of her. She wasn't cruel, she didn't think so
anyway, that's just the way it had to be. She drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

John scanned the parking lot again. He was recently starting to get uptight. Lourdes
squeezed him close. "Don't worry hon, the other people will get here soon and then
we'll leave. Look" she said, pointing her finger to the entrance of the parking
lot, "I bet that's them now."

The black Hummer burned rubber entering the parking lot. The driver broke hard
coming to a stop next to the bus, his tires leave a three foot skid mark on the
asphalt. John and Lourdes approached the truck. John was irritated. Those morons
were forty minutes late. The driver of the truck disembarked quickly. He held out
his hand. "Hi, it's me Scott. Sorry we're late." John winced at Scotts hard
grip. "Good seeing you again," Scott said. It was like shaking hands with a bear.
Scott stole a full body glance at the gorgeous Latina girl in front of him. Even
under the wrap around skirt and her blouse, Scott could see that this girl was hot;
nice legs and ass, full round wide tits that filled her blouse out pleasingly. She
turned away. In disgust? Embarrassment? 'What a fucking package' he thought to
himself. Scott, quickly introduced the other four guys in their party, Mark, Craig,
Paul and Manny. John said to the group as he was checking of their names on the
clipboard,!
"Well, we better get going. We got a long way to go before we get to Vegas and
we're already late." Oh, he said checking himself, this is my girlfriend Lourdes,
addressing the rest of the group who had missed the previous introduction, "she is
going to be assisting me on this trip."

The entire groups gave Lourdes a quick once over and it was obvious they were pretty
impressed. Lourdes mumbled a greeting and told John she would meet him on the bus.
All the guys in the group had a cockiness to them. They seemed too sure of
themselves, too confident, and it made John nervous. He was in band when he was in
school, part of the Band Geek crowd. The only thing he lettered in was the alphabet.
He was a world away from this group in terms of confidence. He knew it and he knew
that they knew it too. All of they guys were in excellent shape and it was obvious
they worked out frequently. John looked down at himself. He wasn't in bad shape,
but felt like his legs were too skinny and overall he was too thin and lankey. He
had more of a runners body, not an athletes body. As it was going to be a hot day,
the all had dressed for it. Snug shorts, shirts and tank tops. Scott and the rest of
the guys glanced at Lourdes' tight ass as she walked up the steps into the bus.!
John tried to pretend he didn't notice, but he did. "Well guys," he said almost
apologetically, "let's go huh?"

After introducing the bus driver and Lourdes to the group, John announced the
itinerary, reminding everyone the importance of getting back to the bus on time at
each stop. The way John got paid was by bringing groups into casinos for pre-set
intervals, usually three or five hours. All bus participants were expected to play
during the allotted time. John got paid a couple hundred dollars per hour so on a
given weekend he could gross a good $1,500.00 on "stops" as they were called in
the industry on top of what he made by raffling off items during their bus ride. It
was a lot of responsibility and stressful to keep a busload of passengers happy. It
was particularly difficult when they started getting sauced. He had thought in the
past to run non-alcoholic tours, but Lourdes balked at the idea when he presented it
to her. It wasn't Prohibition. Alcohol was a socially sanctioned beverage. What
was important was how people handled their liquor.

Three hours into the trip the beer was flowing pretty heavily. John had already
done two raffles, a bottle of Cuervo, which Scott, the passenger that was late had
won, to overly boisterous yelling and clapping, and a $20.00 gift certificate to
the Olive Garden, won by a nice older couple sitting towards the front. John scanned
the bus. It looked like everyone was having a good time. They would be pulling into
Vegas in two or three hours depending on the traffic. Glancing out the window John
could see that the traffic on Highway 15, was fairly light, so they would probably
be getting to the first casino by noon or so.

Scott and his friends had found ample room in the back of the bus next to the beer,
which was adjacent to the restroom. They had taken over two rows of seats. It was
louder in that area than the rest of the bus, but there was more privacy and the
back section was the designated smoking section. John hoped that they were doing
anything they weren't supposed it; something illegal. The way they were huddled in
the back it looked like they were passing around a joint. During the morning
announcements John could see Scott and his friends looking at him with mild
contempt. In the middle of explaining the itinerary John has gotten momentarily
confused about the itinerary and Scott had yelled out from the back, "Come on
Napoleon Dynamite, get your words out!" The bus had erupted into laughter. John
could feel his face burn with embarrassment. Those guys were potentially trouble and
John would have to really keep an eye on them. He thought to himself that maybe he
should make sure!
that what he saw being passed around was not loco weed, but thought it best to just
ignore the situation. They were going to be in Vegas in a few hours and it made no
sense to antagonize the passengers, especially the ones from that group.

Lourdes turned to John, "Hon, I need to use the restroom. Save my place for me
would you?" "Sure babe," he replied, "just watch out for the guys in the back.
If they give you any trouble, just ignore them." Feigning courage he continued,
"if they behave disrespectfully to you make sure you let me know and I'll go have
a talk with them." "Stop worrying," she replied, "I'll be back in a minute."
She kissed him lightly on the lips and headed towards the back.

As Lourdes made her way down the narrow space between the rows of seats, she had to
sometimes squeeze herself between people who had struck up conversations; inebriated
dialogues between red faced drunks, arguing the merits of the various U.S.
immigration policies, who would be in the Final Four that year and a host of other
alcohol driven chatter. John watched Lourdes walk. She looked sexy just walking. Her
tight ass seemed to almost twitch under her pink wraparound skirt. Furtive glances
followed her as she made her way to the restroom. John saw one lady poke her husband
in the arm when his gaze seemed to linger maybe a few seconds too long when Lourdes
walked by. John saw him look away guiltily as his wife hissed at him to put his eyes
back in his head.

John looked back and saw Lourdes pause at the entrance to the restroom. Apparently
Scott was whispering something to her. She hesitantly bent over to hear what he was
saying. John could feel a flash of adrenaline flow thru him. What the hell did Scott
want?

At that moment one of the passengers came over to John and introduced himself. To
John's disbelief the guy actually sat down in Lourdes's seat as if he were John's
official seat mate. 'Shit' John thought to himself. He couldn't be rude so he
tried to follow the guy's conversation, making the appropriate "Uhuh" and "Oh
really" in all the correct places. What the hell was Lourdes? It didn't take that
long to take a leak. He wanted so bad to excuse himself, or at least get up to look
over the seats to see what was going on, but didn't know how to extract himself
from the unwanted social situation he was in. The guy was actually pretty drunk. He
was lamenting the loss of his wife to cancer and then complaining about his born
again Christian son who never visited him. John was going nuts and was starting to
get worried. While the man next to him continued droning on about the trials and
tribulations of his life, John snuck a quick peek at his watch. "Fuck, it's bee!
n fifty five minutes already" he thought angrily, but with just the slightest bit
of anxiety. He clenched his fists in frustration. Godammit,, he had to get this guy
to shut-up. At that moment, the bus driver asked John a question about the lodging,
giving John a temporary reprieve. He used the moment to excuse himself. "Look sir,
I'm really sorry, but I have to talk to my driver" trying to be as polite as he
could. "No bother" slurred the man, pointing crookedly to the back of the bus "
the reason I came over here in the first place was because some guy in the back paid
me fifty bucks to keep you company for a while." John quivered with fury. Leaving
the drunk and telling the bus driver he'd be back in a few minutes, John walked
with resolve to the back of the bus.

After Lourdes left John she walked daintily down the narrow catwalk to the back. She
was annoyed by the lecherous stares and looked away or thru the most obvious ones,
but didn't let it her affect her attitude. Being stared at was part of being an
attractive woman. She barely contained a smile when a woman to the side of her hit
her husband whose eyes were boring holes into Lourdes' top. Men were such dorks.

Four or five feet from the restroom she saw Scott and his friends. Even from this
distance she could smell the tell tale sign of marijuana. Scott leaned over and
whispered something to one of the guys who smiled. Lourdes looked nonchalantly out
the window, and continued walking, intending to ignore them. She knew this breed of
guys. Muscle bound dimwits trying to perpetuate their adolescence another ten years.
What losers. Defiantly, she put some extra swing in her step making her sexy hips
undulate provocatively under her skirt and her full, round breasts rock slightly in
the tight confines of her bra. They could say, think and fantasize about anything
they wanted, but they had as much chance connecting with her as they had a chance
winning the Super Lotto.

Right when Lourdes reached the bathroom, she glanced to the right intending to give
Scott and his motley crew of thick headed friends a withering glance of distain.
Scott caught her eyes, but ignored the flash of disgust. Purposely, he called out to
her with a voice too low to hear. Taken off guard at not getting the reaction she
expected she unconsciously leaned forward, straining to hear. Lourdes whiffed a
strong smell of marijuana. She wrinkled her nose. She really hated people who needed
to be in an altered state to be happy. She really needed to go. She could feel the
pressure in her bladder. Why did she need to stop and listen to this creep. Scott
flashed a white, toothy smile. "Hi," he said smoothly, "we were wondering if we
could solicit your opinion on something." He stared into her eyes openly waiting
for her response. The rest of the guys quieted down checking her out quickly and
then glancing away so as not to distract Lourdes in a negative way. It was import!
ant that she felt safe.

The seats in the back faced each other, which formed an almost complete cubicle. All
of them were filled except the seat next to Scott, by the window, which couldn't be
seen from the rest of the bus. The only way people could see what was happening if
they came to the back to get beers, but the rate of consumption seemed to have
slowed down some as nobody had come by for a while. Apparently a lot of people had
snuck their own wine and hard liquor too, which accounted for the lack of traffic.
Even if someone came to use the restroom, Scott's broad back could easily block the
view if he chose to reposition himself. Lourdes eyes them suspiciously. As she
scanned their faces, Scott looked down. He could see the firm, soft swells of
Lourdes' large breasts as gravity pulled the top away from her soft, brown skin.
When Lourdes looked back at Scott he was again looking at her eyes. She didn't
trust this guy, but he was out of his league if he thought he could pull anything on
he!
r. She might have been born on a weekend, but it wasn't last weekend. Lourdes
squatted down, bending her knees, aware that her top was loose enough to show ample
cleavage to this group of degenerates. As much as these dopes might like a free peep
show, they would have to go to a boobie bar in Vegas and pay for the thrill if they
wanted to see a pair of boobs.

"What opinion might that be?" she asked with an openly hostile attitude. "Have a
seat" Scott gestured his palms open to the open seat beside him."

"I don't think so."
"Don't you trust me?"
"Not really."
"I take it you've had bad experiences with men?"
"Yes, actually no, I'm very happy right now - anyway it's none of your damn
business," she added an edge in her voice.
"Relationships can be hard."
"I know that."
"I've been through a divorce. It was very painful" Scott said softly, looking
down at his lap.

Lourdes was at a loss for words. She wasn't expecting to feel empathy. Scott took
advantage of the situation. Looking into Lourdes' eyes he said "Look, people get
the wrong idea of me and my friends. If they got to know us, and took the time to
look behind this whole jock stereotype thing they would see that there is a lot more
to us than just weightlifting and playing sports, but people jump to conclusions
without giving us a chance, without giving us the benefit of the doubt. We have
feelings too, just like everybody else does. Scott looked away from Lourdes to stare
out the window. He threw out the hook. Shaking his head dismissively he said,
"Never mind, a woman of your caliber has better things to do than talk to a bunch
of dumb jocks." He bit the last words off.

Lourdes wasn't expecting the conversation to go this direction. She was expecting
Scott to get defensive, giving her the opportunity to maintain the level of control
she was so used to. An emotional Berlin Wall, where she was safe, entrenched and
which gave her the opportunity to launch her verbal assaults and circular arguments
where she was always the winner. It always worked out the way. She was proud of the
fact that she was always so in control of herself, that nobody could touch her,
physically or emotionally, unless she gave the O.K. Scott's vulnerability made her
uncomfortable, but she didn't let on. She hesitated. "Give me a sec." She opened
the door to the bathroom and let herself inside.

Mark, Paul, Manny, and Craig simultaneously put their index and and middle fingers
together and raised them to their faces. They thrust their tongues thru them
rapidly, the universal symbol of eating pussy and began giggling like 4th grade boys
reading their first Playboy Magazine. "O.K guys, we just have a few minutes until
she comes out" Scott said, "stick with the plan. Act normal, at least for a while
longer, huh?" He tried to hold back his own grin. With mock anger he whispered
hoarsely, "and do something else with your stupid fingers."

Lourdes came out and paused by Scott. He quickly got up. Playfully he said, "Please
step into my office." Lourdes slightly paused and squeezed by Scott, her tight ass
rubbing his legs. Scott willed himself not to grab the firm round ass in front of
him and squeeze. This woman was hot. A perfect specimen of the female species.
Lourdes was just how he liked them. Latin, long thick hair, almond eyes, full lips,
big tits, thin waist and perfectly round ass.

Lourdes sat down. She felt a pang of trepidation, but pushed it out of her mind.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. What she was doing was odd and out of character
for her, but she felt safe. She was on a bus, not some rave club in an abandoned
warehouse somewhere. She was about to say something when she realized that she
hadn't taken the time to tell John she was visiting with some of the passengers.
Scott sensed that Lourdes was going to get up again, so he reached under his seat to
grab the bottle of Cuervo Gold. They had brought their own booze and glasses, but
the tequila he won was the best for this type of situation. It gave a special buzz,
which crept up on a person like an early fog. Bang. Before they knew it they would
all be in Tomorrow Land, especially Lourdes.

Manny and Paul were directly in front of Lourdes and Scott. Mark was sitting on the
hand rest kitty corner to Scott. Craig was next to him on the other armrest. Scott
had subtly turned his body so that his broad back was blocking the view from the
restroom door and beer area. Lourdes felt penned in and was particularly
uncomfortable because she was blocked in by a wall of solid muscle. Actually, she
wasn't blocked in, she could get up any time she wanted and leave. She was the one
in control. Always had, always would. "I need to talk to John," Lourdes said
abruptly. "Sure," Scott said easily, "he's not going anywhere. Now that you
have seen the error of your ways and have realized we are just as real, warm and
caring as everybody else, let's celebrate with a shot or two shall we?" Lourdes
had scooted up on the seat, causing her skirt to ride up a few inches past her
knees exposing her firm thighs. Lourdes squeezed her legs together. She really
wanted to go. John wo!
uld be worried. Manny who was directly in front of her said, "Hey Lourdes relax, we
are glad you're here. You seem really nice and we're looking forward to getting to
know you." He gave her a friendly wink. Imperceptibly, he slowly pressed Lourdes'
knees and pushed her back into her seat. Lourdes felt stifled, but didn't want to
make a scene. John would be fine. She'd see him in a bit.

Scott cracked open he bottle, got out a salt shaker and a plastic bag of limes.
People gave him a hard time for over packing, but it was always good to be prepared.
He gave everyone a shot glass. With great gravity he raised his shot glass, "To
Lourdes, the only woman who gave us a chance." Everyone raised their glasses
solemnly except Lourdes. Something didn't seem right. She was on her way to the
bathroom and now she was sitting down with a bunch of stoned and half drunk jocks.
Scott didn't allow her time to dwell on her thoughts. He cocked his head to one
side. "Come on Lourdes, you are going to give us a chance, right?" She hesitated
briefly and then shyly raised her glass too.

The next thirty minutes were actually fun. They were pretty decent guys. Although
occasionally she would catch one of the guys checking out her boobs or trying to
look up her skirt, she chalked that up to the drinking. They were just a little
loose, that's all. Lourdes was on her sixth shot and was starting to feel a really
strong buzz. Time seemed to be going in slow motion, yet there was a clarity to the
experience that defied understanding. Usually booze made her tired, but the tequila
was actually making her feel more acutely aware of her surroundings, the laughter,
the camaraderie. These guys might be jocks, but they were nice jocks. Really nice,
sweet jocks. Cute jocks too. Scott was cute. A real cutie pie. A cutie pie, pumpkin
pie, pie in the sky. An image of John floated into her mind, but the image was
translucent and fleeting. It floated away with the clink of glasses and loud
laughter.

Lourdes was getting pretty sloshed. Her skirt would frequently ride up her legs. She
thought she saw Craig reach over and pull her skirt up higher, but she wasn't sure.
She looked down and could almost see her sheer lace panties. She pulled her skirt
down again. Another time, Manny had reached over to look at her necklace. It seemed
that he purposely had tried to pull her blouse open more than he needed to so he
could properly see the necklace's design. She looked down and saw the swell of her
firm breasts. Her clothes felt tight. It was probably the booze. She thought it best
to start slowing down the drinking a bit.

It seemed that anytime someone spoke to her they also touched her in some way. Her
arm, her leg, nothing obvious. It was kind of intrusive, but the booze relaxed
Lourdes' inhibitions and she gave no signal that it bothered her. She began feeling
tingly and warm.

Manny and Paul had the best view of the group. Everyone purposely had made sure that
Lourdes was drinking full shots. They would frequently pretend or only fill their
glasses part way. Lourdes was drunk, but not overly drunk. She could still hold a
conversation, albeit a slurred one. Manny's cock had been in a perpetual state of
arousal for the last fifty five minutes. He had mentally undressed Lourdes about one
hundred times. As she shifted around in her seat to face Scott or just to change
position, she unwittingly flashed her panties. Manny and Paul both caught glimpses
of the skimpy lace covering, the neatly shaved cunt pressed tightly against it. He
was almost positive he saw silky black strands of pubic hairs poking out from under
the sheer fabric. Manny could feel his cock jutting along his leg like a piece of
ancient petrified wood.

Paul was in the same condition. He was ready to excuse himself to to the bathroom
just so he could jerk off and take away some of the pressure. Lourdes was ripe. He
just had to see more. It was just too much. It was getting harder and harder to
control his needs. Those fucking melons. Lourdes had to be a C or D cup. Her tits
were big and round. Her tits were perfect. Just picturing them uncovered caused him
to catch his breath. When she had reached over to pull Manny's sunglasses of his
head, giggling that she couldn't see his eyes, he almost came watching her firm
tits pressing against the fabric of her blouse. He could almost imagine her sweet
nipples pressing deeply into the bra cups. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Scott could see that the environment was ripe to ratchet up the festivities another
notch. Everyone, including himself, was in a highly aroused state. His stomach was
buzzing with sexual tension. He could feel his cock, literally lurching forward in
his pants. Lourdes had an incredible pair of legs, long and lithe, perfectly
proportioned. It was getting impossible not to stare. Having such a beautiful and
desirable woman just inches away was maddening. Especially getting fleeting
glimpses of her soft thighs and panties as Lourdes shifted in her seat. It was
getting more and more difficult to maintain a semblance of control. Scott stared
hard at Lourdes' beautiful legs, imagining running his hands from her perfectly
formed calves to her toned, yet soft yielding thighs, and higher under her cotton
panties to the treasure underneath.

Scott winked at his friends. "Hey Lourdes, we got so carried away having fun that
we forgot to ask your opinion about that subject I mentioned earlier." Lourdes
looked at him quizzically. "What do you want to know?" Although Lourdes was
buzzed, she was coherent enough to detect a slight change in the air. There was a
tension beneath the fun and frolic that wasn't there before. She felt a thread of
anxiety weave it's way through her body.

"Well," Scott continued, "does having unprotected sex make the act of
eh.....intercourse more exciting."

Lourdes wasn't sure what she heard. "Are you asking me if having sex without a
condom or not being on some other birth control makes sex more exciting?"

Scott looked into Lourdes' eyes, and then deliberately glanced down to her breasts
before locking eyes with her again. The other guys just sat silently listening to
the conversation. All of a sudden it was quiet.

Lourdes didn't like where the conversation was going and she didn't like the way
Scott looked at her breasts like she was some cheap skank from the 'hood. She was
there to have fun, not to talk about sex with a group of guys she barely new. She
drew her legs together and clasped her hands in her lap. "Honestly, I wouldn't
know and I'm not comfortable talking about this." She felt her buzz retreat a
bit.

Scott kept his questioning light, not wanting to spook her, letting the conversation
follow it's own path in a way that would make Lourdes be more accepting of it.
"Don't take the question the wrong way Lourdes. On the way to the bus this
morning, Manny brought it up. He said that a girl that he knew told him that having
unprotected intercourse was exciting."

Lourdes looked over at Manny. She felt jittery and nervous; feelings that were alien
to her, but she maintained her composure. She wanted to leave, but it wasn't the
time. These guys were challenging her. She needed to show them that she wouldn't
flinch. She tried to relax. Taking a small breath she said, "What makes your friend
so excited about having unprotected intercourse?" Lourdes felt a small hollowness
in her belly. It was more than nervousness. Talking about sex like this was sort of
exciting her. She was with a group of guys in the back of a bus talking about a
subject that she considered taboo with people she didn't know well. The
conversation was light, not heavy duty, so Lourdes felt she could stay in control of
the situation. They were just pushing her seeing what she could handle, that was
all.

Manny's changed the prose in his response, causing the conversation to shift from a
clinical mode, to a more open, raw sexual mode. As he answered, the rest of the
group closed in tighter, the air filling with the electricity of sexual tension.
Lourdes unconsciously sat back in her chair, trying not to grip the arms rests. Her
mouth and throat felt parched.

"Well, please excuse my language Lourdes, but my friend is pretty open. I'm just
expressing myself he way she talks. You don't mind, right?"

Lourdes nodded her head, dipping it down quickly. "Uh...no go ahead."

She said that when she's.......being.... fucked by someone bareback, it's exciting
because of the feel of the guys cock slamming into her hole skin to skin. There is
nothing between them. She said that although she knows it's dangerous, and a little
crazy, knowing that the guy is going to blow a load of spunk inside of her, without
any form of protection makes her go crazy. As he's shooting, she can feel the sperm
coating her insides with his discharge, seeking out her egg. It's too much. She
said she usually cums again."

Lourdes couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't want to hear it. She
didn't want to know the answer to her question. She wished she had never asked it.
The small hollowness in her belly grew bigger pressing down on her diaphragm leaving
her weak with arousal. Lourdes felt her breasts swelling and her areola and nipples
began to puff up with excitement. She took a deep breath, willing herself to calm
down.

Scott and the others saw the effect the story had the beautiful Latina between them.
The story had got her going. She was starting to get turned on. It was obvious. Her
breath was noticeably labored. She looked confused as if she didn't know what she
should do or say.

"What's your opinion Lourdes?" Lourdes looked back at him her eyes lidded. She
squeezed her thighs together, feeling her moist vulva grind together lubricated with
her vaginal fluids, which began leaking out of her, the moment that Manny started
the story. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help imagining it. It was crazy.
It was totally and completely wrong and irresponsible. It wasn't right to play
Russian Roulette and possibly bring a child into the world. Lourdes prided herself
on her control. How could anyone enjoy - get off - on having unprotected sex.
Unconsciously, she imagined being the girl in Manny's story. Having someone inside
of her, unprotected. Just a naked......cock. She wouldn't be in control in that
situation, not even close. The person who would lose would be her. She'd
get....pregnant. Yet, it was exciting - to think about anyway. Fantasy is not
reality. She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts.

As Lourdes was picturing a cock pistoning in and out of her unprotected, vagina she
heard the sound of John's voice, "What the hell is going on here? What are you
guys doing?" "Calm down," Scott said good-naturedly we're just having some fun
with Lourdes. She's a nice girl and we thought it would be nice if she would share
her opinion on something. No big deal."

John looked over at Lourdes. He knew the look. She looked aroused. Her thick black
hair was tousled and the top two buttons on her blouse were undone giving an ample
view of her large breasts. Her push up bra brought them up and forward, forming a
deep cleavage. Her legs were slightly open giving a view of her firm, brown thighs.
He could almost catch a glimpse of her panties. John could feel his cock begin to
swell. He tried to will it away. He didn't know what was going on, what they had
been talking about, but it make him angry. Unfortunately for they guys it wouldn't
go beyond this. He was sure of it. He knew Lourdes better than anyone. In their
bedroom Lourdes could be aroused by their foreplay but still stroke his cock with
the robotic precision of an oil derrick. She had an incredible amount of self
control.

Scott was initially annoyed by the arrival of John, but quickly modified his plan.
"Hey John, have a seat." Scott motioned Paul to vacate the chair in front of
Lourdes. John paused, "I have to visit the rest of the passengers, I really can't
-" Scott cut him off quickly. "Relax man, just take a seat." John sat down trying
to appear angry and in dignant.

He looked across the seat to his girlfriend. God, she looked hot. He couldn't
believe that she looked so wanton. Why was she sitting like this? Her posture
irritated him and made him more than a little horny. He shifted in his seat, trying
to relive the pressure of his cock, which threatened to rip open his shorts. He
looked between Lourdes' thighs and could see her panties. They looked....looked
wet. What was going on?

Lourdes looked embarrassed. She was still aroused, but more in control. She just had
to keep herself from thinking about.....the story. She tried not to think. She felt
slightly buzzed and horny; unfulfilled somehow. She looked over at John. He looked
perplexed. She also noticed that he was hard. She could see the outline of her stiff
cock in his shorts. She swallowed hard. They both needed to leave. They needed to
get up and go. There were passengers to attend to. She needed some fresh air to
clear her thoughts, to clear her imagination.

Scott could see that John had a hard on. Seeing his girlfriend in such a situation
should have produced some anger, or at the very least some indignation, but he saw
neither, at least nothing overt. He just saw a horny guy. "Hey John, like what you
see?" John knew he should say something to protect his girlfriend and dignify her,
but he said nothing. All he could do was stare at Lourdes, her full breasts, her
legs, her thighs. His anger suddenly. For the last several months all he gotten were
a succession crummy handjobs and lectured to about the importance of developing a
strong, caring and loving relationship and here was his girlfriend practically
spread eagled on a bus in front of a group of strangers. It was bullshit. "Yeah,"
he blurted, "I like what I see, but that's as far as it'll go. Lourdes doesn't
put out. She wants to develop our relationship before we fuck." He uttered the last
few words with angry contempt.

Lourdes looked at him angrily, her emotions confused. She didn't know what brought
that tirade out of John. She thought he had agreed to their arrangement. All of a
sudden she realized that they were really no longer on the same side. In an instant,
John had made his pact with Scott and the rest of the group.

John's diatribe opened the door to what Scott was looking for. "Before you got
here John, we asked Lourdes what she thought about having unprotected sex. She
didn't really answer, but we think that maybe she enjoyed the idea a little more
than she thought she would."

John looked at each person around Lourdes, a pained, surprised expression on his
face. "You mean.......that's why she's like this?" He looked accusingly at
Lourdes, who looked nervous and scared. "Did that question get you horny?" he
asked accusingly?

"N - N- N- No John I was just surprised that's all"

"Your lying. It did get you hot. Talking about having sex with someone without a
condom got you going, didn't it?"

Lourdes moaned and licked her full lips. Reflexively she squeezed her thighs
together, her clit tingling with excitement.

"It did. You're thinking about it now, aren't you?"

Lourdes breathing was quick and shallow. She could feel her sexual excitement
building throughout her body leaving her mouth dry. Her body was tingling. Shivers
of excitement, seemed to dance over her skin, leaving her faint with want."Please
John, please stop talking about it." Lourdes squeeze her fists together.
"Please....just stop talking about it."

Scott chimed in, "Tell him Lourdes. Tell him that while Manny was telling you the
story, you were thinking what it would be like....to have someone inside of
you...someone riding you bareback. Just say it."

Lourdes was sexually unraveling. She wanted to think about something, anything
except the story. But she couldn't. All she could see was a man between her legs,
his ass flexing on each down stroke of his pistoning cock. And he wasn't wearing a
rubber. She didn't want him inside of her. It was dangerous. She could get
pregnant, but her pussy was so wet, drenched with the excitement of her desire. She
couldn't summon the will to disengage her soaked cunt from the stiff rod that
filled her up, which vanquished the emptiness, the void she would feel if he
suddenly stopped and pulled out. This didn't have to happen. All she had to do was
tell the man to stop, or just shift herself over so his spunk would shoot harmlessly
in the air, but she couldn't verbalize the words. She suddenly imagined herself
inside of her own vagina. From that perspective the cock exiting and entering at an
ever increasing rate and urgency into her hot hole appeared huge, like a torpedo.
She could s!
ee the little hole at the top of the bulbulous head leaking pre-cum that mixed
itself in with her own cunt juice. The cock seemed to be lurching forward as if to
squeeze more of itself inside of her. She imagined herself again on her back. Her
legs spread wide. Her hands were pressed against the man's chest. The man in her
thoughts pistoned in deeper with more urgency. He had to be close. No, she couldn't
lose herself. She couldn't. "That's it you guys, that's it! Stop it. Change the
subject!" She cried out.

Scott moved his hands under Lourdes' skirt finding the firm roundness of her ass.
Raise your ass Lourdes. Help me take off your panties. "No, you can't make me"
Lourdes shifted herself away from him and attempted to get up. Scott said to John,
":Grab her arms" John hesitated for less than a second. He grabbed Lourdes by the
wrists, pinning her arms to her sides. "Calm down Lourdes. Calm down." Scott
impatiently told Lourdes as she began to cry out in fear and panic. Luckily the
music playing on the bus muffled her cries and the rest of the passengers were too
drunk and preoccupied with their own conversations to pay the back of the bus any
heed.

Scott said in a threatening tone,"Keep your voice down. If you yell things could
get rough." "I'm sorry Lourdes, John said, "it's just been too much. It's
been too much for me. I can't stand it anymore." He looked at Lourdes imploringly
trying to get her to understand. Lourdes began to hyper ventilate. She couldn't let
anything else happen. She looked around in a panic. Scott still was gripping her
ass, his big hands cradling the firm buttocks. "Calm down Lourdes. Help me take of
your panties. The more you cooperate the easier this will be," Manny said. "Just
peel them off." Lourdes knew she was absolutely no match for these cretins. She had
to play their game. They would be in Vegas soon. She just had to slow things down.
"Let go of me, O.K? I'll take them off, just don't touch me anymore." Scott
obliged her request, leaning back to watch her strip. The men leaned back in their
respective chairs, watching her. There were immobile. The air seemed to have !
frozen around them. Lourdes felt violated, but the seduction that Scott started
really had affected her. She was feeling a swirl of emotions impossible to explain
with typical adjectives. Her head was spinning. She felt hot, constricted. Her
nipples were hard and aching. She felt this insane urge to put her hands under her
top, under her bra and squueze her breasts and nipples as hard and quickly as she
could. Yet, at the same time she was embarrassed to take off her panties. She knew
they were soaked. She didn't want them to see. She didn't want them to see what
they were doing to her.

"Come on Lourdes, take them off," Mark urged. Lourdes hesitated. Mark grew
impatient. He wanted to see her panties. He wanted to see her pussy. "Take them
off" Lourdes slowly reached under and hooked her fingers under the elastic and
pulled them forward. She could feel them slightly stick to her crotch, the juice of
her cunt causing the sheer material to cling to the matted fur of her pubic hair.
She began to weep. She raised her firm ass off of the seat in order to pull them
completely off of her legs. She sobbed, embarrassed by her nakedness. The soaked
panties balled at her feet. Knowing that Lourdes was sitting in the seat without any
panties was too much. They had to see more.

John gulped. "Lourdes pull up your skirt. Show it to us. Show us your pussy" John
got on his knees in front of his girlfriend.

"John, why are you doing this? You're my boyfriend how -"

Craig cut her off. "Just do what he says"

Lourdes began to cry softly. Tears of emotional pain and humiliation coursed down
her cheeks. "How could you do this to me?" she sobbed.

"Do what he said"

Lourdes began to pull her skirt back.

"Now, move forward so that you are sitting on the front of the seat."

Scott unconsciously squeezed his cock through his shorts. What was happening was
unbelievable.

Lourdes sat impassively her legs spread, her cunt spread lewdly. She looked down at
the floor biting her bottom lip repeatedly, Even though she was softly crying, her
vagina did little to reflect her distraught state. Beneath the soft, sparse hair,
her vulva was opened wetly, the pink lips open in invitation. Further on were the
inner lips, which were red and aroused. As John leaned in further he could see the
inside cavity the hole of the vagina itself. His cock throbbed. The rest of the guys
were breathing deeply visually absorbing the lustful feast before them, quivering
with lust and anticipation.

Lourdes felt a sheet of humiliation wrap around her heart, pulling tightly around
it. She couldn't believe she was sitting like this. It was so embarrassing. How did
things get so out of control? It was like a living nightmare.

"Lourdes, you never answered the question. Do you think that having unprotected sex
would be exciting,?" Scott asked watching her.

Lourdes began to breath heavier. Her breasts started feeling too heavy and full for
her bra again. She didn't want to get aroused. It wasn't the time. She didn't
want to think. She just wanted to leave. She groaned, "I don't want to think about
it. I don't want to answer your question. God please leave me alone." She closed
her eyes tightly. Hot streaks of tears ran down her cheeks. She began to shake, her
body racked with sobs.

"Are you on the pill Lourdes?"

"God, stop it."
"Well are you?"

John looked at Scott. "She's not using birth control at all. I know she told me."

Lourdes looked at John and then clenched her eyes shut. Hot tears dropped from her
eye ducts and cascaded down her cheeks.

"Open your eyes Lourdes," prodded Scott. Lourdes reluctantly did so. Her nose was
running. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. She didn't want to cry
anymore. She stared at the floor. "Look at me Lourdes" Lourdes looked at Scott.

"Good Lourdes, now put your hands on your thighs" Lourdes did as she was told.

"Now, I want you to picture me taking off my shorts. Can you see that in your
mind?" "Ye- Ye Yes." Lourdes pictured him taking off his shorts.

"Now, I want you to picture me walking towards you with my cock. It's hard, hard
as granite. "Please Scott, don't do this..."

"Just do what I say."

As Scott directed Lourdes, she began to move her hands slowly towards her vagina.
The guys were watching her ever move. The air was alive with tension.

"Now, picture me leaning forward and rubbing it up and down your pussy. Can you see
that. I don't have a rubber."

Lourdes moaned, "Don't Scott, I'm not protected" Her voice sounded dreamy. "I
don't want you to do it.

John couldn't believe what was happening. The strain and pressure in his shorts was
too much. He pulled down his shorts to his ankles and pulled his cock out. He looked
around. The rest of the guys had already done the same thing including Scott. John
began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes staring hard at Lourdes who had slowly
begun to masturbate.

Lourdes moved one of her hands over her clit and began to rub it in small gentle
circles. The stimulation caused her moan deep in her chest. Her nipples were aching.

"I'm going to put it inside of you now, O.K.? I know your not on the pill, and I
don't have a rubber, but I'm going to pull out O.K. I'll try to be careful
O.K.?"

Lourdes imagined Scott's cock enter her vagina. She moved her other hand over her
entrance and easily inserted two fingers. "Don't Scott. I don't believe you.
It's dangerous. I'm in the middle of my cycle. Don't do it! I'll suck your cock.
Pull out when before you cum and I'll get you off that way...but
not....inside....it's too dangerous!

Lourdes began to stroke her fingers in and out of her cunt hole with abandon, her
other hand rubbing her clit in ever increasing circular motions. She began to pant.
In her mind she saw Scott's cock. It was moving in and out of her forcefully, with
strength and a vigor that couldn't be denied.

"I thought I could control myself, but I can't. I'm not sure if I'll be able to
pull out. It feels too good. Nothing will happen this first time. I'm sure of it.
I'm sorry Lourdes, but it's too much. I'm going to cum.....inside of you."

As she pictured Scott beginning to cum inside of her, Lourdes started her own
orgasm. She fell back hard against her seat, burrying her fingers into her cunt
hole, pressing as deeply as she could, picturing them shooting out look threads of
baby making goo.

Lourdes' orgasm triggeed those of Scott, Mark, Manny, Craig and Paul. The only one
who didn't come was John who was so shocked at seeing Lourdes cum, a sight he had
never experienced, that he let go of his cock, his member leaking pre-cum and
spasming with need, the need of release As the rest of the guys began to feel the
tell tale pressure in their scrotums, they pointed themselves at Lourdes, unleashing
a torrent of warm spunk that covered her legs, blouse and face in a thin layer of
baby gravy. The feel of sperm jetting on her face, caused Lourdes to convulse anew.
She gently pushed on her protruding clit she again pressed her fingers hard into her
cuntal passage, turning her fingers slightly and pressing her G-Spot causing another
sharp contraction of sexual bliss. Lourdes spread her legs wide, jerking her fingers
madly trying to squeeze out as the last remaining vestige of sexual pleasure, while
still frantically pulling on her nipples with her other hand. Her orgasm!
left her breathless.

Scott watched Lourdes jerking in the chair, her orgasm ripping through her. She had
her knees bent her legs splayed apart obscenely. She had hooked the soles of her
dainty feet over the edge of the chair, which opened herself up completely to the
men orgasming around her. He could see her already soaked hole convulse in a
multiple series of mini -cums, each one causing Lourdes to flay her thick black hair
side to side and grunt deep in her chest as they passed through her. The sight of
her cumming set him off. He moaned loudly as his cock began to heave thick ropes of
jism thru the air, which fell on Lourdes' legs like warm drops of thick rain. He
squeezed himself off, wanting to prolong the pleasure, and then started stroking
himself harder, another rope of spunk landing on her silky thighs.

The episode left everyone spent and exhausted. They looked at each other, sexually
satisfied. Scott, winded, looked at his friends, "Fuck, that was hot." Lourdes was
embarrassed. She was slouched in her chair, her fingers wet with her juice, her legs
spread out in a wide V. She felt like a floozy. Everyone was staring hard at her.
She suddenly became conscious of her nakedness. Reaching down she quickly grabbed
her panties. She needed to get dressed.

"Hold on there Lourdes" Scott admonished her.

Lourdes paused her soaked panties in her hand. "What?" Lourdes said suddenly
irritated, "you had your fun. Now I'm going to get dressed."

"Your not done I said" his voice forceful.

"What are you talking about?"

"What about your boyfriend?"

Lourdes looked over at John. He was sitting on the seat in front of her, his cock
pointing at her accusingly. She couldn't leave him like that. "I'll take care of
him." She got on her knees and moved her hands over his cock.

"No Lourdes, that's not what your going to do"

Lourdes looked at Scott confused, not comprehending what he wanted from her.

"You're going to let him fuck you. That's the least you could do, isn't it?"

Lourdes began to babble. "Fa - Fa- Fa- Fantasy is one thing, but John knows how I
feel about sex before developing a relationship." Lourdes gulped nervously.
"Sorry, but for right now a hand job is going to have to suffice. Right John?" She
looked at him waiting for him to say that she was right, that stroking him to orgasm
would be fine. But he didn't.

John looked at her quietly, not saying anything.

Lourdes began to feel a sense of claustrophobia, a panic. She looked at John and
then at Scott, her eyes darting from one to another in fright. "Scott, I - I - I
can't. Even if we were at a level where I would be comfortable having intercourse,
I can't have sex. I'm not on the pill."

Scott looked at her blankly. "Lourdes, take off the rest of your clothes. Now. None
of us have had a chance to see the rest of you."

The afterglow of Lourdes' orgasm quickly faded. She looked around at the hardening
gazes.

Lourdes began to sob softly again. "Oh God, please don't do this to me. This
isn't a fantasy anymore, this is real. Oh God...please Scott....."

Scott stared her down. He mouthed, "Take off the rest of your clothes." Lourdes
looked around her. She was alone. The rest of the guys were staring at her
expectantly. All of them had been wondering what Lourdes looked like completely
naked. They were dying to see what was under her blouse, the size of her tits, what
they looked like.
Her hands shaking like she had just pulled them out of a bucket of ice, Lourdes
began to unbutton her top, She was trembling with nervousness, so she had trouble
with a couple of buttons. She just couldn't sequence the steps. Her fingers were
trembling too much. She finally finished, all the buttons unclasped. The guys could
seen a strip of flesh from her cleavage to the belly button her smooth, taut tummy.
The rest of her blouse still covering her petite frame.

Lourdes' breasts strained against the bra. She sat in the chair stupidly. This
couldn't be happening.

"Take off your blouse, Lourdes" She felt a wave of humiliation course thru her,
making her feel a momentary flash of nausea; the flashpoint directly in the center
of her belly. She moved her hands up and grasping the front pulled forward and back,
letting the blouse peel down to the seat.

Lourdes' breasts were unbelievable. The bra was sheer and lacy, like her panties.
They held in about half of her breasts the rest seemed to be pushing outwards. The
material was translucent enough that Paul could see her dark nipples. He could feel
himself beginning to harden again.

"The bra too" said Scott his own member rising, filling with blood.

John began to slowly stroke his cock, being careful not to cum.

Lourdes reached down and undid the little clasp between the cups. Her heavy breasts
spilled out. John's cock began to leak pre-cum. Without doubt Lourdes had the best
rack of any woman he had ever met. They sat proudly on her slim frame, firm, the
soft skin of her breasts just a shade or two lighter than the rest of her body,
almost the color of light caramel. Craig and Manny were getting hard again too.
Lourdes was now completely naked. John stared at her lustfully; his eyes roving over
ever inch of her slim, lithe body. He noticed she was shuddering with nervousness.
It made him hotter.

"Good following directions Lourdes, now get on your knees. John feel free to join
her."

John pulled down his shorts completely using them to prop his knees on. His cock had
been stiff for much too long. It was starting to ache with need.

Lourdes was breathing heavily from her fear and humiliation. She felt a sense of
dread. They were just toying with her. They knew she wasn't on the pill. She told
them. "O.K. Scott," Lourdes said with forced lightness, you win O.K.?"

Lourdes got on her knees waiting for Scott to start laughing and to tell her it was
all a joke. John moved behind her. He moved his hands over her perfectly round ass
making Lourdes break out in goose pimples.

She didn't hear anything other than the quick intake of breathing . Lourdes looked
up. She couldn't maintain any eye contact with anyone. She couldn't handle what
she saw reflected in the eyes around her. They seemed almost inhuman...animal.
Lourdes began to breath faster, her fear causing her to breath in shallowly.
"Scott, Scott please listen. I"ll do anything you want, but I can't do this. You
can't do this to me. I had my period more than two weeks ago. Do you understand
what that means?" No answer. Her voice started cracking. "It means...it me- me -
me means that I'm ovulating. I don't want a baby. I don't want to get pre-
pre-," Lourdes began to cry loudly.

"Lourdes, reach behind you. What do you feel?"

"I feel John's penis." She said pitifully.

"John's what?"

"John's co- co - cock"

"Do you feel the tip?"

"Oh God...don't do this to me.....please I beg you."

"DO YOU FEEL THE TIP?"

"Ye - Yes"

"What is is?"

"It's pre -cu- cum"

"What does it do?"

Lourdes' body shook with her crying. "It makes....it makes babies."

"Can you picture it inside of you?"

"I don't want to"

"CAN YOU PICTURE IT INSIDE OF YOU?"

Lourdes tried not to think about it, but Scott had planted the image. She saw it. It
was moving towards her seeking her entrance. She pictured it at the entrance,
pausing as if waiting to make sure it was safe. She was in control again! She saw it
move in her mind. No! It moved in slowly and deliberately. Stop! She shivered
uncontrollably. Her nipples popped up in excitement. She saw it move out, the veined
shaft pressing against the nerve endings at the opening of her pussy and then in
again, pressing hard against the tightness of her channel. Oh God! A shudder of
pleasure ebbed through her slowly, leaving tingles in her wake, making her soft,
brown skin break out in tiny goose pimples. Lourdes laid her head down on her seat.
She saw everything sideways. She could feel her vagina opening, her cunt juice
matting her pubic hair. She imagined what she looked like. Too much....

"Grasp it completely Lourdes and pull it towards your cunt hole."

A sudden spasm of fear flooded her leaving her faint. "Please Scott....I'm so
scared...I do- do- don't want to do this."

John positioned himself behind her and placed his hands on either side of her firm
ass cheeks. He made a circular motion on them with his palms. Her skin was soft as
satin. He looked down at himself. His cock jutted out boldly, straining forward. He
moved slowly forward the taut head of his manhood grazing the wet folds of Lourdes'
pussy. He shivered.

"I don't want a baby...." Sobbing loudly, Lourdes reached slowly behind her and
grasped John's member fully. Her small hand hefted his girth and slowly pulling it
towards her. He gasped. She could feel the gooey wetness on his cock as she led him
towards her hole. A small orgasm rolled through her body making her shudder. She
pulled him into her, the pre-cum slick head peeking into her cavern. He sunk into
her an inch at a time, each time causing Lourdes to mew like a frightened little
kitty. He finally bottomed out, her small hand sinking him completely inside her.
She felt his cum filled balls slapping softly against her ass. She unconsciously
raised her ass higher, letting herself get fully speared with John's cock that was
throbbing in anticipation.

After so many hand jobs, actually being inside Lourdes was beyond anything that John
could have imagined. The excitement of being inside her, inside her pussy, was
beyond anything he could ever conceive. She was tight. Incredibly tight. He
couldn't wait. He felt a terrible need in his loins, a dull ache of pent up lust
that had to be brought to a boil. He slowly began to pump in and out of her his ass
clenching on each down stroke.

There was still a chance. There was still a chance that she could convince John that
what he was doing was wrong. It would happen eventually, but on her terms. He had to
understand that.

Lourdes felt John's hard member, which was pounding into her about ever two or
three seconds. She could feel his ball sack swinging back and forth like a
pendulum, his hands tightly gripping her ass cheeks. He was pinching her firm
behind as he thrusted, which was slightly hurting her, but on some primitive level
also felt pleasurable.

She had forgotten how good it felt to have sex. Her body felt alive. It felt nice to
have her boyfriend inside her, but any pleasure she felt was rapidly being replaced
with the reality of her situation. They weren't in his room making love, holding
each other close the way she had always imagined it. She was on her knees on the
floor of a bus going to Las Vegas, surrounding by a group of over sexed monsters who
were stroking themselves on a second jerk off - orama, and her so called boyfriend
was pumping into her pussy at an increasingly faster rate with no condom. She cursed
herself for not having the sense to see where this would lead. Why did she listen to
that dumb jock!

They had to be almost to Vegas. She had heard somebody yell on the bus say "Whiskey
Pete's has the shittiest buffet on the planet.". That was at least 30 or so
minutes ago. If she could just keep John from shooting off before they got to the
first casino she would be safe. He wouldn't have any choice but to stop. Everyone
would be aware of what was going on.

Breathlessly Lourdes said, "Look John, I'll....I'll make you a deal. Let's wait
until tonight. O.K.? We'll make love tonight at the hotel. I promise." She tried
to keep the fear out of her voice.

John continued his assault. He moved his hands down to her slip waist, pushing down
on her ribs as he continued to pump into her.

A band of panic encircled her causing her stomach to tighten. "John, I'm
sorry..I'm sorry for not....for not making you happy the way you wanted.
Tonight....O.K. honey.....please tonight..." Her voice began to crack.

She felt Johns hands leave her waist and move them to her shoulders. He gripped them
tightly.

He heard Scott and the guys urging John on.

"Fuck that pussy. Pound her. Fuck her!"

"Fuck her man. Fuck her!"

"Go, Go, Go dude. Sperm her." Lourdes shivered. All the women in her family were
fertile no matter when they had sex. If John came, she knew what would happen. She
had to stop him! She had to do something!

When John heard Craig yell, "sperm her" he wavered. What if he did knock her up?
They didn't want a baby, they had only been together for a year. Yet, there was
something so incredibly hot about fucking her bare back. Taking a chance. It was
worth it. Pushing any thought of fatherhood out of his mind, John grabbed Lourdes'
soft shoulders and pushed her body up slightly, causing her back to curve down just
a bit more, enough to give his cock the opportunity to move in and out of Lourdes
just a tad deeper. He could feel his ball tingling.

Lourdes could feel John's cock plunging into her depths with more and more need,
almost a sense of desperation. She could feel her stomach cramping from the anxiety.
A cold sweat broke on her back. "John, John....listen... we're almost...almost to
Vegas. Just a few short minutes. In the room. In the room. We'll do it in the room.
I'm begging you John.. Please"

John moved his hands again, this time sliding them underneath Lourdes. He cupped her
large firm orbs, squeezed and then pinched her nipples between his thumb and index
finger and squeezed again. He remembered what Lourdes had told him once about her
nipples being ultra-sensitive. The shock of John's fingers pinching her nipples
caused her to push up on the seat. She groaned loudly as a current of pleasure
exploded in her nipples, spreading through her taut tits. "Oh God John! Stop it"
She attempted to get up in panic.

By this time all the guys were hard and stroking themselves again. The sight before
them was too erotic, too hot. It was like watching a porno movie, but it wasn't on
T.V. It was right in front of them. The air hung around them moist with sex. They
could smell Lourdes. Smell her pussy. The musky scent wafting in the air. The sent
of a woman ready to mate.

Scott had correctly anticipated that Lourdes would attempt to escape. As soon as her
hands were on the seat, Scott got down next to John grabbed her arms firmly and then
held them both together by her wrists over her head. Lourdes was in a panic. John
was plunging into her pussy quickly. It wasn't love making it was pure rutting. He
was going to cum inside of her. "John! John! Don't do it! Pull out!" She was
reduced to a mass of blubbering hysteria. "At least pull out and cum on my
ass...Please John cum on my ass."

Seeing Lourdes on her knees on the floor and with her arms immobilized by Scott,
caused an instantaneous sexual overload. He registered her crying, pleading voice,
begging him not to cream her, but it was too late. God, it was much too late.

John's orgasm hit and he pushed himself as deep as he could into his girlfriend who
was struggling before him, desperately trying to move so that she could dislodge his
spouting prick. He pulled on Lourdes' nipples reflexively, causing her to cry out
in anguish. His cock began to unleash a torrent of sperm, a years worth of
frustration that manifested itself in thick ropes of spunk that were shooting into
Lourdes, soaking her cunt. "I'm sorry Lourdes" he grunted He continued to hold
himself inside of her. It seemed the contractions were never ending. Behind his
orgasm he could dimly hear Lourdes imploring him to pull out. To not cum inside of
her. Suddenly he felt as if her muscles had somehow grabbed onto him and squeezed.
He grunted loudly, "Oh fuck!" Six times more he could feel his cock lurch forward,
Lourdes' cunt muscle greedily squeezing the pulsing shaft spewing forth another
thick load of baby batter, coating Lourdes' cunt passage and making it's way
down,!
down, down, deep inside of her vagina.

When John started cumming, Lourdes felt a sense of complete and utter debasement.
She couldn't move, yet there was something hovering just below the surface, a
shiver of pleasure and excitement that she couldn't understand. She couldn't focus
the thought. She was pinned to the seat. Scotts hands were gripping her wrists
tightly and there was nothing she could do about it. She was at their mercy. They
were in complete control of her. The thought caused a swift intake of breath. She
felt the first discharge of John's sperm entering her, a warm wet feeling that she
couldn't quite describe that seemed to be coating her insides. She thought of the
story again. She couldn't help it. The story of the girl who got off on having
unprotected sex. Lourdes trembled. She shook her head, whipping her thick hair to
the side, groaned and then began to feel a swirl of pleasure suddenly resonate deep
within her vagina. The swirl solidified and then began to build up, higher and
higher. !
Lourdes began to pant. She groaned again as John squeezed her tits. When he pinched
her nipples, her orgasm hit. Her pussy clamped down on John cock. Quakes of pleasure
racked her body causing her to cry out and moan.

As Lourdes came she could hear the men around her seconds away from their own climaxes.

"Fuck, she's cumming. She's digging it. John's creaming her!"

"Ride her John. Ride her. Pinch her nipples."

"Knock her up man. Knock up that pussy."

Lourdes felt a chill pass through her.

Lourdes and John passed the apex of their respective orgasms, leaving them
exhausted. At that instant, the guys started cumming again. John got up and sat back
on his chair, sated and content. John watched Scotts cock begin unleashing another
torrent of sperm. His face was set. There was no embarrassment. Everyone's eyes
were glued to the Latina in front of them still on her knees, her cunt hole gaping,
John's excess sperm beginning to leak out from her onto the floor where it puddled
in a small, dime sized circle.

Ropes of warm sperm flew all over Lourdes' body coating her soft brown skin. A
splash landed on her lip, she licked it, too exhausted to do anything else.
Everyone sat back, panting and winded.

The bus seemed to be slowing down. The bus driver figured that John had gotten
smashed and passed out somewhere so it was up to him to do the MC duties for the
time being. He got on the intercom. "O.K. everyone we're at our first casino.
We'll be here for three hours. Enjoy yourself."

For the group in the back, the driver's announcement was anti-climatic. The last
hour and a half was more enjoyment that they could have possibly imagined on a Las
Vegas Turnaround.