Chapter 13 Bus trip

Ben ignored her efforts. In fact, he used her movements towards his knees to his advantage, rocking her back onto him with each jostle of the vehicle to give him more room to work. He drew his hips back further with each flex of his hips, teasing her entrance with each smooth slide. Meanwhile Ben's hand had moved away from her panties, since--with him firmly seated between her slick folds--they no longer posed any obstacle. His fingers found her clit and circled it slowly, taking advantage of every bump and jostle of the old bus to rub fingers and cock against her. The pleasure from his fingers distracted her and made her mind fuzz around the edges.

The next pothole the bus careened into took them both by surprise, but Anne tried to take advantage of the back of the bus and the whoops and hollers of the other students to forcefully pull away from Ben. She almost got away but lost her balance as the bus jolted--Ben's firm hold that steadied her.

His cock caught in the entrance, making her gasp as she felt his glans press entirely inside of her for a moment. She angled her hips up, denying him a moment longer, letting his cock slide back along the entire outside of her pussy. But he was insistent now, one big hand wrapped around her thigh under the fan of her skirt to spread her just so as his other arm gently rocked her his arched hips. All he had to do was exaggerate the movements of the vehicle to hide what he was doing.

After a couple near misses, he slid forward and his dick caught again, just barely pushing into her. He wasn't quite angled right. As he kept moving, it popped back out, flipping against her clit. They both grunted under their breaths.

But the next time the fat head of his glans squeezed into her opening. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before and she whimpered and squirmed from discomfort and unexpected pleasure. It didn't feel too bad with him just barely inside; she felt she could hold it just like that for hours just gently rocking in their shared juices.

But Ben had found his mark now and wasn't going to be satisfied with just the entrance of her virgin pussy. He moved into her, his cock slowly and steadily sliding further and further in. Anne gasped and turned her head into the wall to hide the noise and expression as she bit her lip against a moan.

It hurt. She felt stretched painfully wide as he inched inside of her a short amount, pulled out partway, and then jabbing in again and again, gaining ground with every flex of his hips. He filled her, stretched her forcefully apart. She felt barely able to think, to move, to breath. Every bit of her just seemed wrapped around his cock. She could feel the ridge of the glans of his cock, rubbing in places she had never touched herself.

And he wasn't even all the way inside her yet. She felt like it was impossible, that he was going to truly hurt her. He was too large.

"Stop," she whimpered under her breath. "It's too big."

He ignored her, continuing the shallow thrusts that could be disguised by the bouncing of the bus. His breathing was quick and hot against her neck. Then the back seat jolted again over another rough part of pavement and Ben thrust upwards, seating himself entirely inside of her. That really hurt as he touched places inside of her no one had ever been. Anne could feel his swollen glans pressed up tight against her cervix, pulsing and throbbing with need.

Ben rested there, his entire length inside her, his thighs flat against hers. The pain faded as her body adjusted. When Ben started flexing his hips again--drawing his dick out of her and thrusting it back in--her pussy seemed to cling to his shaft, not wanting to let it go. Heat diffused her as she grew slicker.

Every time he touched her depths with a well-angled thrust her mind scattered. She could no longer think or even resist. It took all her concentration to not moan and cry out loud.

She tried to balance, but as he pressed in, gripping her hips to slide his shaft into her, she seemed to be almost floating against him. Finally, Anne gave up trying to escape and sagged against him, letting him take her without resistance.

"Good girl," he growled softly in her ear. "Uhh. So. Tight." His pace quickened, his hand gripping her thigh with a bruising pressure.

He thrust up a couple times, as deep as he could, lifting her feet from the floor. And then just held it there. She felt him pressing into her with every muscle he had, an incredible power about to make her explode.

Anne heard Ben grunt softly and his hips arched again, trying instinctively to get his dick as deep as possible. His cock flexed inside of her once, twice, and then she felt liquid heat spread inside her. He was cumming! Panic gripped Anne--she was unprotected and he was cumming deep inside her! She would get pregnant. Her college life would be ruined.

Ben didn't seem to notice her renewed tension and continued to milk his cock into her depths with short jabs of his hips. And then with a sigh he relaxed, resting his forehead on her shoulder. His dick was still deep inside her, plugging her, holding his cum inside her.

"I'm not on birth control," Anne whispered, her voice shaking.

"It's okay," Ben whispered into her shoulder, his voice tinged with amusement again, "I'll take care of it."

Anne could feel his cock softening by a degree. The discomfort of his cock stretching her virgin pussy to her max was replaced by the trickle of wetness down her thigh. Still, Ben did not shift or pull out of her. She wondered what kind of mess there would be when he did. She felt he wanted to plug her for as long as possible--keep his cock, and his cum--inside his conquest as long as possible.