This is the third part of the series, however, it's recommended to read the first, second part and then the Thrilling Bus Ride story before proceeding to get better perspective of the setting and the characters. I was having 'quality time at home' which translates to eating my dinner while my father was watching the news channel and my mother working in th...
As Nisha sat on Sam's lap, her massive boobs out of her vest, Sam immediately grabbed her boobs and started pressing them and pulling her nipples. I knew that this was one of her weak points and it made her horny. In a minute, she was moaning. "Ohhhh...God.....ohhhh...ohhhh." Sam hungrily continued playing with her boobs. My cock was rock hard and I just ho...
Sitting in the university library, minding my own business. Just like a good student. That's what I was doing until she came along. Who am I talking about? Ajooni Patil, or AJ, as I call her. Hello boo, she said, wrapping her arms around me, and gently kissing me on the cheek. Her lips pressed against my cheek sent a thrill down my spine, in the most pleasur...
"Ohhhh... ohhhh... yessss... yesss.... lick it... lickkkk...lick me Chut..." Nisha moaned. I lay back and watched as the bus sped on its way to Goa. It was dark outside and dark within the bus too. I was shocked to see my wife so horn and even more shocked to see the way she was behaving. She was o her fours like a dog, her head in my crotch and Sam was lic...
Our eyes met as I came out of the general store. She was sitting on the bench where people could wait for the bus. My initial reaction was that she was sexy in a cheap sort of way, like a beautiful hooker in the city. I regularly paid local girls for sex so I wasn't passing judgement, just making an observation. She wore a halter top and cut off jeans and he...
As Charlotte got down off the tour bus she was aware of two things almost at the same moment, that she was feeling strangely sexually excited from the jolting and vibration of the bus, and that the on-site tour guide waiting for them to disembark was the most beautiful man she had seen in a very long time, a trim, even androgynous and slightly sinister Cambo...
Danielle was on a bus. She was riding across the boarder for no particular reason, other than she needed a break. She stared out the window at the passing countryside and wondered what would become of her life. Crossroads was so blasé these days. She sighed as the bus hurtled along the highway... there was really nothing to see outside. Just more blank des...
Tonight, I am thankful to God that I am in one piece. The past seventy two hours have been really tough. My name is Stephen. A big and tall young Black man living in the town of Ottawa, province of Ontario, the Capital region of Canada. The last Saturday in July 2012 I went to the Saint Laurent Shopping Center bright-eyed and smiling. Why? Only one reason, t...
"Not interested, dude, you see, I find your lack of masculinity disturbing," Mansur "Manny" Osman said, smiling. The dejected look on the other man's face was quite simply sweet nectar to him. Mansur looked at the tall, skinny, soft-spoken and somewhat effeminate guy in the too-tight clothes and shook his head. As usual, Mansur was a magnet for everything he...
Hi I'm a British Indian ,I often visit India to meet relatives, this is a true incident it happened wit me while I was visiting my uncle in a small village. I took a bus cause it is fun watching village ladies and getting a hard on and making them feel it, well I reached bout 7 in the morning my visit was a surprise uncle and aunty were very happy to see...