The next morning, Virginia told Harvey that she was going to visit her brother, maybe for a week, maybe a month. Harvey was badly hung over and didn't seem to care. All he said was, "Okay, see you when you get back," and starred into the bathroom.
It had been a rough night for Harvey. He had gone to his partner's house and fucked his wife on the couch. They had had several drinks and then gone dancing. After drinking and dancing until midnight, they had come home and again fucked on the couch. The lady's daughter had watched from the hall, and when her mother passed out, led the bone-weary Harvey up to her parents' bedroom, where she sucked his cock until it was hard again, and then fucked him good. Once was not enough for the little nymph, and when he left at three a.m., he was completely fucked out.
As it turned out, Virginia's bus didn't leave until late afternoon so she went to a bar. She had eleven opportunities to be picked up and turned them all down. She was pleasantly drunk and feeling very pleased with herself when at last she settled into her seat and the bus eased from the terminal.
She dozed off, but awakened with a start, sensing that someone was looking at her. She saw a young boy across the aisle and one row forward, staring back at her. He quickly turned away when her eyes blinked open. She immediately realized that she was sitting quite carelessly and brought her legs together. Then it dawned on her: The little bastard had been looking up her skirt! The blood rushed to her temple in a blush, a blush that brought a surge of excitement.
The boy peeked back again, but seeing her eyes open, jerked forward. She felt the lust boiling inside her body and chastised herself. This was the exact opposite of what her trip was for. She had to control herself.
Virginia glanced around the bits. The seat beside her was empty, of course, as was the seat directly across the aisle. She slouched down in her seat and closed her eyes until they were just slits and, in spite of her good intentions, raised her skirt and opened her legs. Her reward came quickly; the boy glanced back again and seeing her eyes closed, feasted his eyes on her bare thighs, and now, even the crotch of her white panties.
God the boy thought, what luck! She's gone back to sleep. And, Jesus her dress now higher than it was before, and look at all the pussy hair sticking out around her goddamn panties. Boy, would I ever like to kiss her right on her dirty cunt. He wanted to rub his cock through his pants, but was afraid his mother, who was sitting beside him, would know what he was doing.
Virginia could see him clearly through her partially closed eyes, see the lust written all over his youthful face. He was around nineteen, and terribly cute, with curly blond hair that was really too long for a boy, and the bluest eyes. He was small and frail-looking, and Virginia liked that. Her blood was racing, and she could feel the crotch of her panties growing damp. She moved her legs as if she were having a dream and the damp material sunk into her deep gash, outlining her cunt perfectly.
The boy's eyes went round as he watched her squirm, watched her cunt suck the flimsy little panties up. He stared without caution, sure that the stupid lady was sound asleep.
Virginia finally admitted the awful truth: She had to have this beautiful boy, this boy who looked so frail, yet whose eyes betrayed the lust that filled this innocent-looking little male animal. But she would have to be careful, play it along slowly, couldn't let the little prick's mother get it all.
She gave the boy a good show, and when the bus stopped for supper, she went to the rest room and removed her panties. She managed to be standing at the door getting a breath of air when the boy emerged from the restaurant. He was perfect-so thin and fragile and beautiful. He was well ahead of his mother, but looked away with embarrassment when he passed. Virginia whispered loudly, "Come back and sit beside me when it gets dark." He didn't look back, she was sure he heard.
It was dusk when they got started again and the bus had gone several miles before the boy screwed up enough courage to look back. He glanced first at her face and saw that her eyes were closed, or so he thought, and then down to her knees. He felt a rush of disappointment; her legs were closed and well-covered, but they didn't stay that way. His eyes bugged wide when her hands went to the hem of her skirt and slowly brought it up her thighs, the same thighs separating just as slowly, until he could see her crotch, and.., and she didn't have her underwear on! His eyes quickly darted to her face; her eyes were open and she was smiling. He turned quickly in his seat, sweat coming to his brow.
He sat staring blindly at the back of the seat in front of him, the sweat trickling down his forehead, the feeling of fear and excitement growing. He looked back again, and she was still smiling at him, and still displaying her naked cunt. She formed the words clearly with her lips: "Come and sit with me, honey." The boy swallowed the lump from his throat and nodded in agreement, then turned to stiffly face forward again.
The darkness came quickly inside the bus until it was bathed in a faint glow from the lights along the floor. The boy hadn't looked back since her last proposal and she was beginning to doubt that he would come. And then suddenly, he was out of his seat and sliding past her knees into the seat beside her. He sat stiffly erect, staring straight ahead.
"What did you tell your mother?" Virginia asked.
He looked at her then. "I told her I was moving back a couple of rows so I could sit by a window. She's almost asleep," he answered.
"She won't come back to see where she?"
"We ride the bus a lot and I sit somewhere else a lot. We both like to sit by a window," he said. He was feeling braver now. "You're pretty."
"Thank you. You're pretty, too."
"Nah, boys ain't pretty."
"All right, you're handsome." She still thought he was pretty-beautiful, actually.
"I ain't handsome, neither," he said, shifting about uneasily. "How come you wanted me to come and do it with you?"
"I was lonesome and you looked like you would be good company."
"How could you tell that?" The boy was fucking.
"By the way you looked at me."
"How did you know I was looking at you? You were asleep."
"I didn't have my eyes all the way closed," she said. "I saw you looking under my skirt." She waited a moment to let her words sink in. "That's why I took off my panties, so you could see more of me."
He swallowed hard. "Really?" he said.
"Really," Virginia answered and took his hand and placed it on her bare thigh. She kept her hand covering his and slid it up and don her thigh, pushing her skirt higher with each stroke.
"Would you like to feel my cunt?" she said softly.
"Golly, yes!" he croaked.
Her thighs were open and she pushed his little hand against her cunt and held it tightly.
"Golly, you're all wet. Did you pee?" he said.
"No, honey, it gets wet when I'm excited, when I'm excited by a boy."
"Am I exciting you?"
"Yes, very much. Move your hand around. Play with my pussy."
"Gee, it's so wet and hot."
"Have you ever felt a girl's pussy before?"
"No," he said, "but I've seen more than one."
Virginia was very hot now, and squirming against his hand. She wanted to reach out and feel his cock, but it added spice to put it off, to just sit here and let the little fellow feel her up.
"Do you want to take your prick out?" she whispered. She could at lent look at it.
"Yeah, yeah," he said quickly.
"Well, do it then." She held his hand tightly to her cunt. "With your other hand," she urged.
Site watched him awkwardly get his fly open, and gave a little gasp when his white cock sprang free. It looked almost like a bone it was so slim and so hard and so white. It pointed straight out from his pants and jerked as the blood pulsed. She took his head in her hands and kissed him, her tongue scooting wetly into his mouth.
"That's a funny way to kiss," he blurted.
"It's called a French kiss, darling. Boys and girls kiss that way when they're excited, when they're playing with each other's things, and when they want to fuck each other." She let, her hand fall to his lap, her fingers brushing lightly at his prick.
He gave a hoarse little cough. "I want to fuck you.
"We can't, honey. There isn't room and we'd get caught. We can do everything else, though." Her hand had wrapped around his cock, and she let it slide slowly up and down.
"Everything?" he cried. He looked up into her eyes. "What… what does a girl's pussy taste like?"
Virginia felt a thrill race down her spine. "How do you know about that?"
"I saw my dad do it. He didn't know I was watching."
"With your mother?"
'No, she don't like sex. They fight about it all the time. It was my aunt. Boy, he really kissed her all over between her legs."
Virginia was trembling with excitement. She knew she would come if she let herself. She held it off, holding his prick tighter instead. "You mean your mother's own sister?"
"No. And I seen him do it to another lady. I didn't know her. He just brought her home one night when Mom was gone. And I saw Aunt Kate take Dad's prick in her mouth and suck on it. Will you suck on my prick?"
"Yes, yes, of course I will" Virginia moaned.
"And can I kiss you, you know, between your legs… on your cunt?"
"God, yes!" Virginia hissed. "Let me get in your seat by the window and you get on your knees in front of me. You can kiss my cunt as many times as you want."
The boy got up and she quickly slid into his seat. She slouched down so her. cunt was over the edge of the seat and spread her legs open, her skirt already around her hips.
He kneeled and peered at her seething pussy in the dim light, then leaned forward and put his lips to the open slit.
"Gee, it tastes kind of funny," he said.
"You'll get used to it, honey, and then you'll like it. Do it again, baby. Kiss my puss-puss some more. It's not so bad."
"I didn't meant it was bad, just funny, you know, different; I like it. I really do." He leaned forward again and planted a wet kiss squarely on the parted cunt-lips.
Virginia moaned softly and reached out and held his head in place. She was very close, very close indeed. The sensations were getting stronger; she could feel the blood throbbing in her cunt-lips, feel the tingling in her legs almost like hundreds of little pins prickling at the soft flesh of her thighs. Her stomach was heaving; the tiny thrills raced up her spine. She was going to come, and it would be a good one.
"Oooooh, honey, I'm going to come! You're bringing me off," she cooed softly. "Keep licking, stick your tongue inside, too. "Oh, yes, kiss it and suck with your lips! I..I.." The words stuck in her throat; she 'was coming. She heaved her crotch against his mouth, holding him tight with both hands.
She felt numb, then exhilarated. It was wonderful, the most marvelous feeling in the world! Until the last few days, she had never dreamed that she could come so hard, that it could feel so good, so goddamn, son of a bitch, fuckin' good!
When she finally dropped her hands to her aides and relaxed her thighs from his face, he came up piping. The foam front her cunt covered him mouth and chin. He looked up at her and grinned weakly.
"Did I do it right?" he said.
"Oh, God, my darling… did you ever. You rang my chimes, baby, you rang them loud and clear."
She bent down and took his head in her hands and kissed him hard on the mouth, the taste of her own cunt sharp on her tongue. With her tongue, she cleaned the foam from his mouth and lips and chin. It was almost enough to make her come again, but not quite.
"And now you, my love," she said. "Sit up in the scat and little Virginia will suck your cock until you squirt all that nice gooey stuff into her mouth." She held his face close and looked into his eyes. "You do squirt that nice milky stuff from your cock when you come, don't you?"
"Yeah," he answered eagerly.
He got up in the seat and leaned back in the seat by the aisle where they could be seen, but she didn't care. She was too turned on to care about anything, she had to have his cock in her mouth. If anyone was interested, they would have hard than by now, anyway.
She bent her face down and spread both palms in his lap around his prick. It stuck straight up, throbbing and jerking in the air. With a tiny sigh, she opened her mouth and closed over the entire length of the boy's waving cock. She was getting quite good at the art of cock-sucking, and the boy was gasping in seconds. Her tongue twined around the tiny shaft, and her lips drew on it like it was a soda straw, drawing his jizz put of his balls and up the rigid stem and into her mouth in a solid stream.
She nursed on his cock until there was no more slippery juice left. The chalky stuff had splattered against her palate, puddled in the back of her mouth, and slid unceremoniously down her thirsting throat.
The boy, naturally, was wiped out, and went immediately back to his seat. Virginia sat in a daze, bathed in a warm glow of satisfied lust, oblivious of all around her. In fact, the man had been sitting in the seat the boy had vacated for a full five minutes before she realized he was there.
"Oh!" she gasped, and tugged down her skirt.
"I saw what you did to that boy, and it made me want some, the man said softly.
"Go away, please. Leave me alone," Virginia pleaded.
"No, lady, I won't," he said. "Unless you want me to turn you in for child-molesting, you'll come to the back of the bus and let me fuck you. It's empty back there and there's lots of room."
Virginia was confused, not really sure of what was happening. He leaned to her and kissed her, and without knowing what she was doing, she let her arms go around his shoulders and kissed him back. Her mouth accepted his tongue, and she stroked it with her, own, pulling it inside until it filled her mouth. She felt the fire surge when she felt his hand under her dress, and she opened her legs to welcome his fingers into her cunt.
"Let's go in the back and fuck," he said.
"Yes. Yes," Virginia answered, "fuck me, fuck me! I want it!"
She let the man lead her to the rear of the bus and quickly came down in his lap. He had taken out his cock on the way back and it went up between her thigh. She pressed it against her cunt and then put her arms around him again. They kissed several tunes before the man pushed her back and opened the front of her dress. When he got her bra lower and pressed his mouth over a big nipple, she moaned loudly and instinctively twisted around until she straddled his lap. Her hand found his prick. It wasn't a big cock, but still quite adequate, and with little effort, she got the head in her cant. She moaned again and let her weight down, pushing the nice, hard prick all the way in her cunt-hole.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted softly, bouncing in rhythm with the moving bus. She came very quickly in this position and with one of her tits pressed against his open mouth.
"Lay down and let me get on top of you," he said, his chin resting between her big jugs.
Virginia didn't care any more and raised up, pulling his shaft out of her cant. She wanted to fuck some more and lay out on the seat across the back of the bus. The man mounted her, easing down between her outspread legs, pushed his cock up inside her cant again. He started fucking in a slow, delicious motion, his cock sliding in and out. She knew she would hate herself in the morning, so she abandoned all thought of tomorrow and lifted to meet each and every thrust.
Although the bus driver could see what was going on, he continued pushing the bus on down the road. He eased his cock out of his pants and glancing to the road and then back to the mirror, pulled steadily on his long pecker. When he came, he let the thick load squirt onto the floor between his feet.
Virginia felt the delicious thrill of another come, and then the hot wetness as he spurted his jizz.
"Let it go, honey, let it go! Empty your load in mammas cunt! Come hard, baby, let me make you feel so good!" she cried.
They lay there like that for a long while. His cock shrank and slipped from her cunt to lay stickily between her thighs. She had come so many times that she hurt, but it was such a good hurt. She held the man tightly on top of her, wanting his cock back inside, wishing it would stay hard and jammed in her pussy all night long.
She didn't know if they petted the rest of the night or slept, but as the first threads of dawn streamed into the bus, she kneeled between his legs and sucked his cock.
The driver could see them plainly now; the man sat in the middle of the seat framed perfectly in his mirror and it was getting almost daylight. He could see the man's prick sliding in and out of Virginia's mouth; he could see her huge tits bouncing up and down, and he could see her naked ass since her skirt was up around her hips. He reached for his cock again, wiping wetly at his lips with his tongue when the man's hand slid down her ass and a finger pushed into her asshole.
Virginia. was coming hard from the man's finger-fucking her asshole when the first long string of goo squirted into her mouth. The head of his cock continued to spit until her mouth was almost full and she had to swallow. Her head reeled as his slime slipped down her throat.
When there was no more cum to swallow, she got to her feet and mechanically pushed her skirt into place and, with both tits still exposed, returned to her seat. She did remember to button her dress then, and was asleep in minutes.