Chapter 14 Bus trip

She wriggled in his lap as Ben's dick softened, hoping to free herself from both his shaft and his grip. Unfortunately, as she did so she realized why he had not pulled out of her. Her wriggling was making him grow hard again.

"Noooo," she groaned.

"Yes," he murmured in her ear, "just relax and enjoy it."

Still disguising his movement with the jostling of the bus, Ben started to flex his hips against her again. With each thrust his shaft hardened. Now slick with both her fluids and his first load of cum, his passage was even easier. The added wetness was also reliving some of the discomfort for Anne. His free hand bobbed down to her vulva again, massaging her clit with his free hand.

Warmth and pressure was building inside Anne's core against her will. The heat spread from her clitoris to her pussy, where the friction of his thick cock was making the pressure build.

She'd masturbated before, of course, but this was something else entirely. She bit her lip and resisted the heat building as best she could. It would be humiliating to cum on a cock that had been forced inside her--and on a bus, surrounded by her teammates!

Ben's pace with his thrusting was more measured and relaxed now that he'd come once. But his shaft was no less hard. Other than the bruising pain of her cervix when he pressed deep, the discomfort had faded. Now it was slick heat and friction building, building, building...

The orgasm took Anne by surprise, flashing over her like a wave as Ben's fingers circled her clitoris. She turned into his shoulder, pressing her face into his shirt to muffle the moan that escaped her as she shuddered in his firm grip.

She forgot about the crowded bus and what was going on for a moment as waves of pleasure moved through her.

What brought her back was the increased urgency of Ben thrusting into her. His free hand was on her thigh again, pulling her back further onto his cock until his engorged glans bumped against her sore cervix. He was going to cum again. But Anne's muscles felt lax and unresponsive after her orgasm, and though she pushed feebly against him, he thrust hard up into her pussy one more time and came as deep as he could. She could feel his shaft twitching as he released his load--and the walls of her pussy flexed as if to drain him of every drop.

With a sigh Ben finally relaxed his grip on her. The arm around her waist softened its hold and his other hand was removed from her thigh.

Stunned, Anne didn't move.

Ben's cock stayed inside her until it softened enough to slide out of her in a rush of fluid. Then, without a word he shifted his gym shorts and tucked away his cock as though it were a harmless tool--all still under the cover of her spread skirt.

Anne was in shock. So she remained where she was on Ben's lap, his cum leaking onto her cotton thong which he'd pulled neatly back into place over her puffy, abused vulva. She'd just lost her virginity to the quarterback of her college football team. On a moving bus.

But no one had seemed to notice. Everyone was laughing and deep in conversation or handheld videogames.

She shunted her mind away from her fears of pregnancy, as difficult as that was feeling the slickness of his spunk coating her insides right now. She would have to worry about that later. She didn't understand what Ben had meant when he'd said he'd "take care of it." At least it was over now. Right?

The End