LOGINWhen the bus started moving again, even more crowded now, the back man withdrew his fingers."My turn first," he said. "Since I'm already positioned. You ready, angel?"Maya nodded, her entire body trembling.She felt him shift behind her, heard the sound of a zipper, and then....oh God....the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.He was huge. Easily thirteen inches from what she could feel, and thick enough that she had no idea how it would fit inside her."Breathe," he commanded. "And push back against me. Help me in."Maya did, and slowly.....torturously slowly.....he began to push inside her.The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Her body resisted, too tight, too virginal for something this massive. Tears sprang to her eyes as he pushed deeper, breaking through that thin barrier, claiming her virginity right there on a packed city bus."Fuck, you're tight," he groaned in her ear. "So fucking tight. Relax, angel. Let me in.""It hurts," Maya whimpered."I know. It's
Maya had been researching Route 47 for three weeks.It started innocently enough....an overheard conversation in the college library between two girls whispering about "that bus" and "if you're brave enough" and "I heard someone actually did it." Then a late-night dive down internet rabbit holes, finding the forums, the anonymous posts, the detailed accounts.Route 47. Evening rush hour. 6:47 PM departure.The bus where certain... activities happened. Where people went when they wanted an experience they couldn't get anywhere else. Where strangers became something more in the pressed-together anonymity of a crowded commute.The forums had rules, unspoken but universally understood:* Board at the main terminal* Stand in the middle section, not the front or back* Wear a skirt (for women) or loose pants (for men)* If you don't want to participate, sit down immediately* If you stand, you're consenting to whatever happens* No faces, no names, no meeting outside the bus* What happens
Jessica lifted herself slightly, and Dante pulled her bikini bottoms to the side. His cock, impossibly huge, pressed against her pussy, and Mark's hands shook as he photographed his wife positioned on another man's dick."Maybe just the tip," Mark suggested, his voice barely working. "You know, for the shot.""Just the tip," Dante agreed, his hands gripping Jessica's hips. He pulled her down slightly, and the massive head of his cock pushed inside her.Jessica's moan was long and low, her head falling back."That's not just the tip," Mark observed, but he couldn't stop taking pictures."Sorry," Dante said, not sounding sorry at all. "She's just so tight, and so wet. Hard to control."He pulled her down further, another inch, then another, and Jessica was making sounds Mark had never heard from her before."How does it feel, babe?" Mark asked, moving closer with the camera."Full," Jessica gasped. "So full. Mark, he's so....oh fuck!"Dante had just thrust up, burying half his length in
"Hold that pose, babe! Perfect!"Mark crouched low with his camera, snapping rapid-fire shots of his wife Jessica as she arched her back by the pool, the new white bikini contrasting beautifully against her tanned skin. The afternoon sun caught the water droplets on her body just right, and Mark's artistic eye appreciated the composition even as another part of him appreciated... other things.They'd been at this for twenty minutes...Jessica modeling her new bikini purchase, Mark playing photographer. It was innocent enough. Mostly.Except Mark had been harboring a fantasy for years now. A fantasy he'd never quite worked up the courage to discuss with Jessica. A fantasy about watching his beautiful wife with another man, seeing her pleasure from a new angle, witnessing her completely claimed by...."Excuse me, Mr. Richardson?"Mark turned to see Dante, their gardener, standing at the edge of the patio with the lawn equipment. Dante was a striking man....six-foot-five of pure muscle, d
The second visit started professionally enough.Dr. Murphy had review materials spread across his desk. He went through her failed essays, pointing out weaknesses in her arguments, gaps in her analysis. He was a brilliant teacher....when he wanted to be.But there was tension in the air. Electricity. They both felt it."You're intelligent, Miss Carter," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "Your problem isn't capability. It's... focus.""Focus," Eve repeated."Mmm." He stood, moving around the desk to where she sat. "You're distracted. Your mind is elsewhere." He leaned against the desk, close enough that she could smell his cologne. "Where is your mind, Eve?"The use of her first name sent a shiver through her."I don't know what you mean.""Don't you?" His hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, the touch light but deliberate. "I think you know exactly what I mean."Eve's breathing quickened. "Dr. Murphy....""How badly do you want to pass my class?""Desperately.""Show m
"Fuck.....Professor....I can't....""Yes, you can." Dr. Murphy's voice was a dark growl against Eve's ear as he slammed into her, his desk shaking violently with each brutal thrust. "You can and you will. Take every fucking inch."Eve sobbed, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the polished mahogany as fourteen inches of thick cock stretched her impossibly wide. Papers scattered to the floor. His computer monitor teetered dangerously. She didn't care. Couldn't care about anything except the overwhelming fullness, the brutal claiming, the way he was destroying her in the best possible way."That's it," he groaned, his hands bruising on her hips. "Such a good girl. Taking your professor's cock like you were made for it."The desk hit the wall with a resounding bang.....once, twice, three times.....the rhythm matching his punishing thrusts. Anyone walking by his office would hear it. Would know exactly what was happening.Eve didn't care about that either."Please," she whimpered, not
Sophia checked her reflection in the dance studio's wall of mirrors one more time, tugging at her tight dance skirt.She'd signed up for private salsa lessons on a whim....or maybe out of desperation. Three months since her ex had dumped her for someone "more exciting," and Sophia was tired of feel
Sophia checked her reflection in the dance studio's wall of mirrors one more time, tugging at her tight dance skirt.She'd signed up for private salsa lessons on a whim....or maybe out of desperation. Three months since her ex had dumped her for someone "more exciting," and Sophia was tired of feel
Elena's hands trembled as she answered the phone, Jake's fingers sliding through the cum leaking from her pussy."Hey, honey," David's voice came through. "Just checking in. How's everything at home?""Fine," Elena managed, trying to keep her voice steady as Jake pushed two fingers inside her. "Eve
"OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!"Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.She was on her hands and kn







