"More," I whispered and he immediately pushed his thumb in my dripping pussy grunting in surprise once again at this deliciously surprising bus slut he had found. This time, my pussy accepted the fist past the knuckles after the previous attempt. He was now pushing his fist in small sessions into my accepting hole. Covering my mouth with my hand, I couldn't hold off my orgasm anymore and proceeded to squirt out my cream and his hand from the intense climax I was having from being fisted fully for the first time on public transportation no less. His fingers returned to my clit with the same tight grip while he jerked the length of it prolonging my orgasm and sending little spurts of cream out of my hole. I could feel my pussy prolapsing out from the force of my orgasm. At this sight, he hooked four fingers in my cunt yanking upward trying to get as much cream from me as he could while mumbling what a good little girl I was. He closed his palm on my clit keeping his fingers hooked in my pussy and began to shake his hand as he applied pressure. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with ecstasy, simply elated at the prospect of this strange man who could have a daughter my age gripping my gaping cunt with four fingers and pressing down on my clit with just the right amount of force.
As the bus came to a stop, he gave my pussy one more shake before slipping his fingers out of my hole leaving behind a prolapsing mess. I could feel how sensitive I was becoming after so many orgasms as I closed my legs and pulled my skirt down. More people got on the bus while some got off. I realized I only had one more stop before I was home. That meant I hadn't even realized we had stopped before and someone could have seen what we were doing. I felt my clit twitch at the thought of being caught. Did they only see my face contorted from holding in my pleasure? Or did someone see this older man fisting a young slut in the back of the bus like a wonton whore? I looked at the man, seeing the sweat that had begun to form on his forehead presumably from the heat or from the exertion used to play in this bus slut's loose cunt. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants that I couldn't help but grab. I wouldn't suck his dick because I still had one more stop before I was home and didn't want to be kicked off. However, I could tease him a little and stroke it as much as I could. He let out a short low growl when my hand made contact and lightly grabbed my wrist. I bit my lip and reached my other hand underneath my skirt to play with my sensitive clit while stroking his hard length through the khaki pants he wore. I found the tip, gripping it the way he had done my clit, and jerked the damp area. His grip on my wrist tightened and he pushed my hand away from his length grunting his frustration.
I pulled my wrist from his grip and lifted my skirt to give him the invitation to continue to use me. Of course, he jumped at the chance to continue to play with the willing bus slut he had found. This time his hand returned to my pussy with a vengeance. He slapped his fingers against my gaping hole in retaliation for not being able to achieve the same pleasure. He alternated between slapping my gaping meat and sensitive clit being as quiet as possible but still inflicting that pain that I welcomed. I saw him gather his five fingers close together to insert into my dripping cunt, clearly wanting to fist me again. My sopping hole accepted his fingers with resistance. He rocked his hand back and forth and with the help of my copious juices he slipped his hand in past the knuckles. He pulled his hand in and out, watching my swollen lips spread over his fist mesmerized by the elasticity. He fucked me like this for a while as I played with my clit pushing my greedy cunt to another orgasm. Pulling his hand out of my pussy he took over torturing my clit, roughly pully the meaty swollen flesh. His rough treatment became too much and I came furiously biting the back of my hand to hold in my moans. My pussy pushed out as I squirted more cream onto the floor of yet another bus. In the back of my mind, I wondered who cleaned the buses and what the next person who sat in the back rows I had been in today would think of the mess they'd see. This thought made me convulse even more and he took this time to rub his hand on the gaping mess that is my cunt.
We were coming to the final stop before I'd be home and I was a little relieved. Not because I was tired of having strangers touch my pussy, but because I was beginning to become exhausted from all the orgasms. The bus came to a stop as I pulled my skirt down while he continued to rub my pussy a little more. The person in the row before us stood up along with a few other people, making their way off the bus. No one got on at this stop and the bus was less crowded. The man had stopped rubbing my pussy once the person in front of us stood discreetly whipping his hands on his pants leaving behind streaks of cream. Maybe he was a dirty bastard just like me and didn't care who knew what he had been doing. I looked down at my bare legs knowing my inner thighs were no better, slick with the cream that would no doubt dry and become noticeable to the observant eye.
My pussy pulsed with the vibration of the bus as we continued on the route. This time the man took to simply playing with my clit, teasing the protruding clit under my skirt. At one point he pinched my swollen flesh as hard as he could inciting a low yelp from me. It was low enough to be drowned out by the honk of an erratic driver passing by in the afternoon traffic. He gave my clit two sharp slaps before going back to stroking my clit being sure not to touch my gaping hole. I didn't care if he played in my hole or not, I was loving the torture my fat clit was receiving. I held in my orgasm wanting to save my next climax for when I watched back the footage of today's adventures. Realizing my stop was coming up, I communicated this with him and slowly closed my legs. He removed his hand from my skirt while I grabbed my purse and pulled out my info with an OnlyFans link printed on a small card. As the bus came to a stop I handed him the card with my infamous sultry smile before he stood up to let me pass by. I walked down the aisle feeling the air on my gaping pussy in a state of euphoria from the success of my first public escapade.
