I made my way to the bus on that sunny summer day. When the bus arrived, I hiked up my long skirt so I could easily climb the stairs. I did not mean to flash my thigh in the way of your darkened eyes. I did not want this.
I found one of the only seats and took my place as the bus pulled away from the curb. You looked me in the eye and said that you liked my thighs. And against my will, my stomach fluttered her wings that I had long though dead.
"Thank...thank you," I mutter half-heartedly. I watch you lick your salt encrusted lips while looking me up and down. I can almost see your thoughts, and they scare me. My legs start to tremble, and my mind is screaming, "RUN DAMN IT! GET UP AND RUN!!!" Logic has since left, and anxiety has taken its place.
The old woman in the seat besides me gets off three stops later and I am calming down a little. You quickly take the old woman's place and right away you spread your legs out and I feel your thigh pressed up against me. Since I am in the inside seat, I can't escape.
Under your breath, you whisper, "now you can't get away sweetie" and you point down to your lap. I can see your hard on through your camo shorts and it excites me. I didn't know I had that power anymore, and this will be over soon. My stop is just six blocks, surely I can do six blocks.
I feel your fingers slowly caress my thighs. They are soft and doughy. You sigh under your breath. I hate myself for liking this. This is far more than a little harassment on the way home.
As the bus trudges along, it spits and sputters, the years of stop and go is showing, you look over your glasses' frames, "I sure hope the bus makes it home, I can't wait to get into bed. How about you?" I tsk, tsk with my tongue against my teeth. 'You have a really kind mouth, you know that darling, the kind I'd like to fuck."
A thrill of a chill runs down my spine, is this happening???
You put your hand on my thigh, tracing giant and then smaller and smaller circles. My muscles are tense and my face flushes. My own body is betraying me! I feel that unfamiliar sweet wetness in my boring panties, and suddenly I wish I wore a thong that day, or maybe something lacy and pink.
You sniff the air, and you poke the guy across the aisle, "hey, you smell that sweet pussy?"
Guy 2 puts his nose in the air, "Oh, yeah, man, someone is sitting in a puddle!" He guffawed. My face is flushed and hot. I could fry an egg on my face. "Hey Joey," I hear Guy 2 say, "why don't you share!? Gimme some of that!"
The man I now is Joey grabs me by the elbow and squeezes tight. "Hey Tony! You know how this goes! We're gonna take this fine little lady for a stroll through the park, it's a beautiful spring day."
Joey pulls the rope to alert the driver he wants off. He bends in real close to my face, "You try one thing, one hiccup, girl...you don't want to know!" (Part of me most definitely wanted to know.) He gives my face a playful slap that probably looks cutesy to those around us. "Come on, whore, this is us."
I sit there, I don't want to get off this bus, I don't know if I will live through it. Joey pulls me by my elbow and grunts, "Now bitch." I get up slowly, and my mind is screaming; this is not exciting! This is death! This is abuse!
I follow Joey and Tony off the bus, and they each stand on one side of the door after they exit the bus. I had no choice but to get off the bus. Immediately as I take the last step down, I see a meadow full of purple and yellow flowers. The bus stops in front of the park, and I realized just how scary this was. My pussy was wet with fear, drenched with desire for whatever happens next.
We made our way to a small clearing nestled under a grove of pine trees. There was a big blanket with some pillows lying on the ground. Joey shakes off the blanket, bangs together the pillows, and puts everything back down with care that, up until now, I didn't know existed in Joey's psyche. Tony brings me the blanket. I walk half-heartedly with him, and he pushes me down onto the hard earth.
"Get those clothes off!!!" I slowly start to unbutton my top, "Hurry up, here I will help you!" Tony reaches out and pulls my top apart, my breasts heaving, "Hey Joey, look at these titties! Whooo this is going to be GOOD!" Tony smiles in agreement and grabs my left nipple and gives it a hard twist. Suddenly, this seems scary.
Tony crawls close to my face and says, "Sweetie, there is no escape and no safe words here. Good luck." He takes his calloused fingers and traces my trembling lips and grins, "Oh yes, such a kind mouth...the kind I'm going to fuck."
Tony undoes his jeans and lays on his back trying to pull them off. His legs are flying in the air, feet turning this way and that. Finally, he has taken off his pants and I can see he has a monster cock and I'm not sure how it will fit, anywhere. He sees my wide eyes and grins. He takes off his boxers finally and monster cock springs out, it already has a bulb of pre cum on the head. He grabs my hair and pulls my head down to his cock. His hips arc into the air with his angry cock looking for its next victim.
With his heads wrapped in my hair he pulls me down, "suck it bitch, you better do it right!" I open my mouth slightly, but Tony takes his cock and smears his precum all over my lips. I open my mouth wide enough to take that monster in. Tony pulls his cock out of my mouth and stands up on the blanket. He had long, thin legs that kind of bent towards me trying to guide me back to his cock.
Tony looks at me with a question, I wonder if he'd let me go. But I didn't want to be let go! I was dizzy with desire and I fully desired that monster cock. He pushes my head down onto his dick as far as I can. I gag a lot, but I took my tongue and ran it up and down his long, veiny shaft.
