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Bus Men and Me
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Bus Men and Me
A favorite fantasy of mine is one of being discreetly fondled at a
lively party or on a crowded bus (or someplace) by a stranger, a man or a
woman, but usually a man. The things that follow along in the course of
this fondling make it exciting enough to be classed as one of my favorites.
It always leads me to climax if I masturbate, no if and's or but's.
The fantasy unfolds somewhat like a mental movie in my head and it
goes something like this:
I'm standing in the middle of an extremely crowded bus in the
middle of the isle, people all tight in around me. Suddenly, this voice
behind me, very soft and low and slightly to my right or left, says, "I
don't want to hurt you, so don't move, lady. Don't make a sound and don't
turn around if you know what's good for you."
At that very second I feel a hand on my butt. (No one in their
right mind would be stupid enough to do this in real life, but in my
fantasy it seems real.)
I start to turn my head to see who's touching me, but the voice
says, still low and soft, "I told you not to turn around. Just pretend
nothing's happening. Don't be stupid. I don't want to hurt you."
Through my skirt he rubs my ass from cheek to cheek.
"That's better," he says. "Now be a very smart lady and open your
legs a bit." Then he says, "That's good. Just like that, baby," and he
groans in his throat as he lifts up my skirt and runs both wide-open palms
across my panties.
"I knew you wouldn't cause me any trouble," he says after getting
his hands full of everything he can grab. "Now open your legs wider for
me. Come on, move your feet apart. Don't fuck around with me." And he
says, "Yeah, that's better. A little more now. Yeah, just like that,
sweetheart." Again he groans as he continues to feel me, pressing his
fingers up into the crotch of my panties.
As I stand there petrified, I feel a hand travel up the small of my
back then slip down and in under the elastic. Carefully and easily, as if
not to frighten me any more than I am, it moves ever slowly down across my
butt. Then down even further, then forward, in between my legs it goes
like a creeping, crawling, upside-down five-legged animal, finally coming
up in a rush with my shocked little warm unsuspecting hairy fat pussy.
"O my gawd!" I gasp in an uncontrolled panic, beginning to shake
all over with some horror.
For the next ten minutes or so, I'm fondled and masturbated by this
unknown person who causes me all kinds of delicious torment that I must
dutifully suppress as told. However, the man standing immediately in front
of me, who is facing the back of the bus, holding a rail, a guy who's face
to face with me, draws his eyes from his paper, sees my expressions change,
and notices my soft heavy breathing, and says, "Are you alright, Miss?"
I'm forced to look up at him. I nod my head and stutter a
half-whisper that goes something like, "Yes, I'm fine, fine. Thank, thank,
thank you, you."
But, unfortunately for me (or perhaps fortunately?) he doesn't buy
this half-hearted gasp.
He says, "You look flushed, sweetie. Is there anything I can do
for you? Hmmm?" and he looks me up and down.
With people all around us and with my boobs in his chest, what
could he do? What could I do?
I shake my head, no, and I manage to say, "No, that's... that's
okay, thank thank you. I'm, I'm alright, right, right...it's noth, noth,
nothing."
At exactly that moment, the two fingers that had been inserted up
into my pussy are joined in play by a thumb wet with saliva and slowly
inserted into my behind.
"O gawd!" I gasp helplessly into the face of the man to my front.
The man says, "What? Are you in pain, or...?"
Again, trembling violently now, I shake my head no. I can hardly
speak or even think of what to say.
I say, "Please, I'm, I'm okay...real, real really I am," and once
again I gasp aloud right into his face.
By this time the guy looks behind me, then he looks at me again,
then behind me again. He's no dummy. He finally puts one and one together
and comes up with two on one. He glances around to see that we're not
being observed, then unzips himself, pulls out his cock, and tells me in as
low a voice as the man behind me to take it in my hand and play with it.
"Do it," he says, looking at me with a lot less compassion than
before. And "Yes..." he groans as my fingers close around the thing and
begin pulling on it back and forth. "That's a good girl," he whispers.
"Just like that, honey," and his eyes get all hot and lustful.
At this point I'm deathly afraid someone else will notice us and
sound the alarm. But *gasp! gasp!* no one does. Everyone's in their own
little world *gasp! sigh! gasp!* thank goodness. Everyone, that is, except
for the man sitting on the seat directly to my left. He has put down his
book and put away his reading glasses and has suddenly become all eyes.
I happen to glance down and see him leering up at me. I look away,
but when I look back I see him still gawking at me with this lusty
expression on his face. (I love males who look lusty! Guys who look like
they're always thinking about sex and who aren't afraid to show it).
I know he can see exactly what's going on. It embarrasses me, to
say the least, but I don't know what if anything I can do. I know he can
see me jerking this other guy off. I look away again, almost numb with
fear, only to catch him out of the corner of my eye stand up, move right
into me, as close to my side as he can get, and he says in a raspy whisper,
"Hi, baby. Aren't you a pretty little thing. Nice pretty legs, too, doll.
Couldn't help noticing. Love pretty legs on a girl. You don't mind if I
join in, do you? Hmmm?"
He takes a quick glance around, then, grinning evilly like the man
in front of me, quickly unzips himself, pulls his cock from his pants, and
instead of telling me, he just motions for me to take it in my hand and
play with it.
So I do. And he's got a nice one, too! All nice and warm and hard
and swollen. I have to take a deep deep breath to keep from passing out.
And all gasping and pulling and squeezing of his prick quickly
wipes the grin from this guy's face, replaced immediately by a lusty,
open-mouthed stare.
Meanwhile, *Yikes!* the guy behind me is not only fingering me,
he's also masturbating himself too. I hear him breathe hard and groan
softly in my ear...and then I feel it. The stuff starts softly hitting me,
sprinkling itself all over my butt. He uses my panties, which he's pulled
down off my hips, as a catch for the excess.
At about that time, too, the guy in front of me tells me in a low
throaty voice to pull my skirt up in front, to pull it well up around my
waist, and to stroke him harder and faster, that he's going to cum on me,
too.
Just as I get my skirt up to where he wants it, I feel his cock
throb and grow very stiff in my palm, and I feel it jerk and then jerk
again. A warm wetness suddenly stats hitting me like tiny, ever so tiny
punches just above my pussy in the hairs. A whole series of little, fluid
punches quickly follow the first, all of them hitting me in the crotch.
The guy doesn't take his eyes off me all this time either. Nor do
I look away from him. In fact, I'm sure all three men are watching me
intently.
Then, suddenly, the man who has just cum, the man in front of me,
grins at me, winks at me wickedly, and he is then carefully edged away by
the man to my left, who seems more anxious than ever now to take further
advantage of me.
So...I let go of one penis just to concentrate fully on another.
And this new one I find, which I had only held for a moment up till then,
is equally as thick and rigid as the first.
Behind me, fingers are pulled out of my pussy and butt.
But then, my gawd, there's another man at me. He doesn't say
anything as he carefully edges out the man behind me and edges himself into
a good rear position. Without any threats or whatever, I feel his hand
from behind quickly jump up between my legs, replacing the hand that has
just left.
Then in my ear he whispers, "Hi, sweetheart, I've got a little
something for you, too." But, unlike the other guy whose place he's
taking, he tells me in his deep, low, no-nonsense voice to bend over a bit
and to stick my butt out for him, that he wants to screw me right there in
the middle of the bus, in the middle of everyone!
Well, I'm mortified, of course. He can't be serious! Wasn't what
we were doing enough?
As the bus stops and starts, bumping all of us gently back and
forth and forward and back, I turn my head and say in a meek little
whisper, "Please, not that. Not here...okay? Please?"
But the guy doesn't listen to me. He has this lecherous look in
his eyes that makes me tremble, and once again he tells me, more insistent
this time, to bend over and to push my butt back up against him.
"Do it," he says, "or you'll regret it."
Unexpectedly, the guy in front of me whispers, "Yeah, do it, baby.
Let him stick his dick in you."
And then suddenly another man whom I hadn't even noticed before,
standing just to my right, also in a business suit and tie, says, "Yeah,
honey, let the guy stick his dick up your pussy," and he chuckles, then
says, "and here you go, you can take this..." and he places his cock in my
hand that doesn't have a cock in it already, telling me with a wicked grin
on his face to start jerking him off, too.
"Oh, you guys..." I whisper, gasping it, bending over slightly into
the man in front of me, doing just as I'm told, and I arch my back and
force my hips to the rear and immediately get a stiff dick shoved up into
me right now!
"O gawd!" I squeal.
The man behind me says, "Mmmm! Ou yeah! That's nice."
And the guy to my side says, "Come on, baby, pull on it. Stroke it
for me. That's right. Just like that. Yeah!"
And the guy in front of me, who happens to be the only guy holding
up my skirt, starts coming all over my legs and upper thighs. He, too,
says, "O yeah, baby, yeah!" as he squirts all over me.
The guy at my side soon follows. He forces me to kiss him as his
sperm flies everywhere up and down my legs. I keep jerking at his
pulsating dick as it keeps throbbing, spurting warm fountains.
Finally, the guy who's screwing me from behind cums. Half the bus
must know what's going on by now by the way he's slamming fast and hard
into me, fucking me so hot and heavily that he's making a loud, rhythmic,
slapping noise with each violent thrust.
This goes on and on until I finally climax, guys exchanging places
with each other during the entire ride.
And that's it.
I get off the bus and hear a cheer go up from everyone, "Thanks,
college girl! See ya tomorrow!"
End
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