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A fantasy bustrip
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.
The Bus Trip
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It was a hot steamy day in July. The kind of day that made a person want
to strip their clothes and run ice cubes over their body. It was not a
good day for travel. I was en route to New York from Texas. It had been
years since I'd seen New York, or any of the surrounding states, so since
time was on my side, I decided to go by bus, and see the country. Besides,
it was cheap too. The big greyhound bus had everything a person could want,
a bathroom, comfy seats, and multiple aromas of 50 people who didn't have
personal hygene high on their list of priorities. Fortunately, I saw a
seductive looking young woman board the bus, and from the look on her face,
she was less than impressed with the aromatic passengers. She began walking
through the bus when we made eye contact. Maybe I just looked like someone
who took regular showers...I dunno. "Is this seat taken?" she asked. "No,
be my guest." I smiled. We didn't say much to each other that day. She
asked me where I was going, and she told me that she would be getting off
in St. Louis. She sat and read a book. I think it was one of those tease
romance novels where the main characters never have sex. I was wearing
loose fitting shorts, and several times when I would doze off, I would wake
to find myself with a raging hard on through the shorts. Once, I could have
sworn she was looking at my crotch as I woke up. She had very erotic green
eyes, long straight brown hair that went to the middle of her back, medium
sized breasts from what I could tell, but she had a fantastic ass. Very
muscular and firm-looking. When I dozed off, I dreamed of having wild
sweaty sex with this strange woman. When night came, I found that I wasn't
sleepy. I'd been dozing through the day, so I was wide awake. The dark
haired beauty next to me though was sound asleep. She had a blanket over her
and she was turned towards me on her side. I watched her as she slept,
wondering if maybe I was in her dreams as well. I had a small blanket over
me too. I looked at my watch: 03:00 am. I looked around the bus. Everyone
was asleep.
Suddenly, I felt something touch me. I looked down, and saw her hand on my
hip. Her deep breathing assured me that she was just moving in her sleep,
probably reaching out for her husband or boyfriend or whatever. Her hand
felt good on my hip. Occasionally I would feel her hand jerk a little as
if she were dreaming, then her hand would move a little and caress me.
Now if I were a prim and proper gentleman, I would have put her hand back on
her side of the seat and forgotten about it. But I'm not a gentleman, and
her hand felt wonderful. I turned my body slightly and moved a little closer
to her. I didn't want to wake her up. Suddenly I felt her hand move a
little more. Now her hand was on the edge of my shorts within an inch of
my cock (Which was still rock hard) I looked at her face. She was dreaming
all right. I could see her eyes moving beneath her eyelids. Her body would
jerk every once in a while. What kind of dream was she having? Then I knew.
Her other hand slowly moved to her breasts, and began moving slowly over her
breasts. Her hand on my waist moved a little too. I felt her hand move
under the leg of my shorts against my bare skin. Since I don't wear any
underwear with my shorts, her hand went neatly inside my shorts and touched
my throbbing dick. I thought 'damn,...she must be having a wild dream!'
but then I looked at her face, and she was smiling, and I saw her eyes
barely open. I closed my eyes and let out a little gasp as her hand
wrapped it's fingers around my cock and began stroking it.
The thought occurred to me, that maybe I should pinch myself. I've had some
pretty realistic dreams before...and that's probably what this is. No way
am I going to be on a bus in the middle of the night, travelling some
unknown highway through Louisiana, with a good looking stranger next to me
who has my dick in her hand. I'll wake up any minute now.
Her hand kept moving slowly up and down, milking my rod until it got even
harder and bigger. She knew what she was doing. She's not like the other
lovers that I've had who were afraid to touch a cock. This girl knew what
felt best...just how to pull it, she gave me chills with every stroke.
Then, suddenly she stopped and let go of my cock. I must have had a look of
horror on my face. I looked at her, worried now...but she opened both eyes
wide, and then smiled an evil smile at me. She brought her hand down beneath
her blanket to the area between her legs. She looked like she was undoing or
unzipping something. then I saw her eyes roll upwards, and heard a soft sigh
from her lips. 'well shit...' I thought to myself...'She's getting herself
off, and is going to make me suffer by watching.'
After a few seconds of her hand moving beneath her blanket, I felt her hand
move towards me again, under the leg of my shorts and grabbed my cock again.
Only this time, her hand was soaked. It was slick and wet, and lubricated
my cock so that it slid easily through her fingers. Now, I've known women
who get wet, but this girl's hand was sopping wet with juices. I could
smell the aroma of her musky scent. Again her hand began moving up and
down my shaft, in tune with my slight hip movements. She was playing me
like a fine musical instrument. I responded to her slightest movement.
She circled her thumb around the head of my cock, and then grabbed my shaft
tightly and moved downward. I couldn't take much more. I felt myself
about to explode. I thought, 'shit, I can't do this. I'm about to cum
all over a greyhound bus seat!' She knew I was close. She went faster and
faster, milking my cock with each stroke. I took a deep breath and sighed
as the familiar shiver went down my back and across my ass. I felt my balls
pumping stream after stream of cum. She caught most of my load on her hand.
She squeezed the last few drops from the tip of my cock, and let it dribble
onto her hand that already held a handful of white semen.
As if my mind had not been blown sufficiently by this dream or whatever I was
experiencing, my mystery lover slowly moved her hand to her lips, and her
tongue dipped down into the white cum and she rubbed it on her face and lips
and drank it down. My eyes got wide as I saw her tongue slip around her chin
cleaning off the dripping mess. She gave me another evil look, and then
looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching, and put one of her
fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth and sucked her finger into my mouth
tasting my juices mingled with hers. As my tongue circled her finger, I heard
another sigh. She liked it. My heart was beating like a bass drum, and I
was gasping for air. It was a king kong orgasm, and I was still horny.
Then I saw my mystery lover turn over, away from me, and pulled her blanket
up over her shoulder as if she were going to go back to sleep. Disappointed
I took a deep breath and figured I should be lucky for what happened. Then,
I saw her hand begin pulling up the blanket from around her ass. Her skirt
had been pulled up, and she wasn't wearing any panties. There for my eyes
was a perfectly heart-shaped ass being pointed right at me.
I could see a dark line of pubic hair that went all up the crack of her
ass. It was wet with juices. I too, looked around the bus to make sure
that no one was getting a show out of this, but all I could see were people
busy snoring. I looked down at this perfect ass. Oh, this ass could bring
tears to a man's eyes. Nice, muscular, fits perfectly in the palms of a hand.
I slowly reached over and ran my hand over her ass. It was hot and had small
beads of sweat on it. It was smooth and soft, like baby skin. My hand moved
to her crack, and then it followed the crack, over her puckered little asshole
to her hairy cunt. My finger found the folds of her cunt, and parted them and
slid inside her. She gushed with juices all over my hand. Again I heard her
gasp as my finger went slightly upward and explored her love tunnel. I moved
my hand slightly so that my thumb could circle her clit, while my first and
second finger explored inside of her. Her body trembled, her muscles tightene
on my fingers as she had her first orgasm.
The bus was going over some bumpy road, and the vibrations of the ride made my
hand as if it were a vibrator. She was cumming in waves. As one orgasm began
to subside, I would circle her clit faster and another orgasm would cum. Each
orgasm brought a small moan from her lips. I could tell that she was having
to control her volume. I looked at her again, and could see that one of her
hands was again caressing her breasts, and rolling her nipples between her
thumb and forefinger. She apparantly had very sensitive nipples.
I realized that I was rock hard again, and wished that I could somehow fuck
this beautiful nympho, but realized that would probably be impossible on
the bus without someone realizing what we were doing. For over an hour,
I used my hands on her tight little hairy cunt, and massaged her clit into
over 30 orgasms. Her seat was soaked from sweat and juices, and my hand
was beginning to have muscle cramps. Eventually we both drifted off to
sleep.
When I woke, it was morning and the bus was pulling into the St. Louis
terminal. I looked over at the woman next to me, but she didn't make eye
contact with me. She was busy gathering her books and her bag. She got
her things and got off the bus. I watched her as she walked into the
terminal. I guess maybe I was hoping for a coy look or a smile or something.
Maybe a "goodbye" or better yet, her phone number. Maybe she was in love
with someone... but then, I realized... It was probably just a realistic
dream that I had. She disappeared into the terminal, and I never saw her
again. I wanted to fluff up my pillow so I could go back to sleep and
finish that dream.
I reached up to my face to scratch my nose....and wait... that smell.
on my hand...my fingers. it was her. I had the strong, musky odor of her
wet cunt on my whole hand. It WAS real! Oh, it was such a sweet aroma!
It almost masked the smell of body odor on the bus. I settled back into my
seat with my hand under my nose. It was going to be a long trip.
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