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A stunningly attractive black woman boarded my bus for a ride from one city to another one July morning. Since the trip was an express run and it was not very busy, she sat at the front of the bus and started a conversation. We chatted it up and she debarked at the end of the run where there was a coffee stand. I jumped off to buy a cup of coffee and without hestating she told the server that she was buying. I thought that a nice gift, thanked her, and continued on my run.

Segue to a year later and she got on the bus again, only on a different route. It was like she had met an old friend. She began to ride regularly, often continuing on the route to the layover at the end so we could talk. We'd buy a sandwich at the store, or stop and get fish and chips. More often than not she paid, and it was impossible to buy her anything.

One day we started talking about sex. I'm married happily to a very satisfying woman and have quite a wild sex life (which you can read about in other stories on this site). She was fascinated as I told her about my married wife and her playing with other men in MFMs. She was never in a decent relationship and had difficulty accepting her sexuality.

On a summer day, my passenger wore a short skirt. At the break at the end, she noticed me looking at her legs. She asked if I were interested in having sex with her. I said yes, of course -- that is a no-brainer. But there was no private place to go. She looked out the windows at the small park across the street and the back of the building and said that there would be fine.

She opened her legs to reveal no underwear. Her hairy pussy was shown in the open air, and upon close inspection it was soaking wet. I said that the back of the bus was fine, so she got up, walked to the back of the bus and sat down, pulling her skirt up to her hips and opening her bush to me.

The pink of the inside of her pussy was beautiful. I was hard as a rock and not thinking very clearly. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled down my underwear -- kneeling between her legs.

I pushed my penis into her vagina and we both moaned heavily. It was our first interracial intercourse. I took my thumb and began to massage her clitoris -- the muscles of her vagina began to tighten and she started to moan. She clamped on my penis really hard. It felt very, very good.

I asked her if she was on birth control. She said no, but not to worry about it. So I started stroking in and out, every so slowly. Since I was having pussy other than my wife, I was extra horny. I asked if I should pull out when I cum and she said no, cum in her.

Since we were in a bit of a fish bowl, it was not possible to scream with the pleasure that I felt, but that made this orgasm all the more special. I was fucking a beautiful black woman; I was fucking a woman other than my wife; and she was taking a chance on getting pregnant.

The first contraction must have shot semen into her cervix because I pushed my penis as far as it would go. This was a primal orgasm, one of pure lust -- her eyes rolled back and she was saying 'yes, give it to me, put it where it belongs.' I did not want to coat my penis with semen and vaginal fluids, so I held the glans of my cock as deep as it would go and stayed still. The second squirt was so powerful it could be felt as a contraction on my ass. A third squirt was still full, and gradually the contractions receded. My penis staying in her as long as possible, a sudden realization that there were people walking across the street nearby and we were partly visible we had to arrange ourselves appropriately.

She had felt the intensity of my orgasm and commented about how good it felt. I agreed and apologized for not lasting very long, stating that because I found her so attractive that I felt like an 18 year old.

She came out the next day, bringing a blanket. When we got to the end of the route, she walked to the back, put the blanket on the floor, took off her pants, her panties, and laid on the blanket with her knees in the air and asked for me to give it to her again.

I did.

The next week she wore a long skirt. When we got to the end of the line, she kneeled on the floor and pulled her skirt up over her full, round, black butt. It was gorgeous to look at. Just lusting after her gave me an erection. I fucked her doggie style and came in her deeply.

Five loads of sperm were inserted in her during a two week period without a condom, always cumming in her pussy. Well, except for the numerous blowjobs she would provide -- and she swallowed every drop. After our initial lust calmed down, we would fuck about once or twice a month. This went on for about a year, until I changed routes and made it difficult for her to see me. It was not that I wanted to get away from her, it was a financial requirement. We still keep in touch and every once in a while I go visit her at her apartment and put another load of white semen in her beautiful nubian vagina, right where it belongs.