Part Two: Back Seat of the Bus. The first thing I noticed when I stepped on to the platform was, of course, the stink of ass. One of my sexual tormentors may have gotten a good anal tongue bath but, in my haste to clean my face, I had neglected to clean out my nose... It was slick and sticky with bum-juice all the way up both nostrils, and its pungent, sti...
My week with Eliza went according to plan. We spent the entire week relaxing by the pool and on the beach. It was incredibly soothing to have a week where I could just relax and spend time with a girl I now considered a friend. Eliza and my relationship had evolved in this week away, from a business relationship to a complicated friendship. Eliza reminded...
My guess is that she was a senior at the university, or that she had perhaps just recently graduated. Typically, when I first see someone of the opposite sex, barring something particularly distinctive such as an inordinate number of piercings or an unusually-artful tattoo, what I often notice initially is the clothing. This time, it was the chest which ca...
Camelia couldn’t wait to get home. Clutching her Gucci handbag firmly and clicking her Manolo Blanhik stilettos maniacally against the concrete, she waited impatiently for the public bus to arrive. She normally took a cab, but, inexplicably, she wanted to take the bus today. Perhaps her lapsed choice in public transport was due to the disastrous day she’d ha...
I felt his orgasm approaching and held him a little more tightly, speaking words of encouragement: "It's all right, my love. Just let it all go. Put it all into me. I want it all." Then he was pumping his young seed into me. It was very sweet, and I was swept by tender feelings for him. He was young, about the same age as my oldest son, and so pathetically...
Her story: The cross-town bus was full and I had to stand in the aisle. I was going to visit my boyfriend for a day of sex, so I was too busy thinking about what we were going to do to find the crush annoying. But the driver was jerky and I couldn't reach a hanger, so I was being thrown around a bit. On one particularly violent lurch I grabbed the shoulder...
This begins what will likely be a 10 to 15 part story following seven couples in their first trip to Hedonism over a week around New Year's Eve. You can find out more about these couples in my previous stories or jump in now. With 15 characters to keep track of, I will start each part with a brief reminder of the couples. Mona and Jim (A Friendly Game) -- N...
I was a bit dingy from the sun as I climbed up the steps of the bus and worked my way to the back. The bus that would return me to the city was crowded with beach goers and there were no seats left so I stood in the aisle in the swaying mass of bodies, smelling the scent of of seawater and coconut oil as the bus lurched off down the rough dirt track that was...
It was a long bus ride to Virginia. I was a freshman in college, no car, minimal expenses. This is 1982 and I had to take a bus from Pittsburgh, PA to Richmond, VA to visit a high school friend. I decided to take a night bus after classes on Thursday so I could arrive late night and have a long weekend. The bus initially was not crowded as people came and we...
Author's note: I hope you will enjoy this story. Please don't forget to vote and leave feedback after you finish it. Happy reading. :o) * * * * * The day this incident happened, I was feeling horny right from the moment Mrs. Sahukar walked into the class. She was wearing a plain dark red sari that looked incredible against her fair skin. I already had a cr...