I am looking at the bus, knowing that this is where my new start begins. My backpack is slung over my shoulders, my suitcase at my feet. My mother is standing behind me, her arms folded across her ample chest.
I know that she will be in New Catalyx for a few days after I leave… Then she will return home to my daughter and sisters.
The bus that is going to take me to Amoris, pulls to a stop in front of the curb with a hydraulic hiss. The platinum bus lurches to a stop, the dual domino bus doors flicking open. I reach for the straps of my bag, leaning down to pick up my suitcase. I straighten up, moving towards the inviting bus doors.
I can't…
I turn to face my mother, and all of my composure breaks. I drop the suitcase, rushing her and pushing her against the restaurant behind her. My lips, warm and needy, lock against hers. Her hand shoots up, the flat of her palms resting against my chest as we kiss desperately. I press further into my mother, slipping into her partially spread legs, grinding my pelvic area into her taut body, causing her to moan in pleasure. I flick my tongue across her lips, and she gasps trying to break free from the kiss.
A middle aged woman, sitting in the booth behind the restaurant window, shields the eyes of her two children from the sight of our public displays of affection and sighs to herself.
(WICKED LAUGHTER ENSUES)
She starts to push, but my fury is unabating. She brings both hands up to my chest, and forces me away, gasping and panting for breath. I'm controlled, and my hands brush her hips, but my mother grasps my hands quickly.
Goddamn roving hands alert, I think to myself as I look into her eyes.
"Kai… We cant be doing this!! Not in public like this!!" she says, in a quiet voice.
I know that my mother hates to be a "couple" in public. I nod my head gently, feeling her release her hands from off my wrists. Her breath is back now and I back up away from her, embarrassed slightly by her reprimand. I turn around quickly, knowing that her eyes are on me.
"I love you Kats." I say, yanking up my suitcase and climbing on board the bus.
The driver, a plump white woman, with frizzy blonde hair and electrifying blue eyes sits in the driver's seat. She is wearing a supremely tight gray shirt, one that is at least 2 sizes too small for her to wear. It hugs her fat, massive breasts, making them jump out as if they were begging to be groped and fondled. Despite being plump, with thick thunder thighs that led to a fat booty, and her massive knockers, her face was well defined and motherly. Her skin was smooth and tight, glistening with a creamy sight.
"Name." she says, in a clear voice.
I am so transfixed by staring at the exposed tops of her creamy breasts that it takes me a second to realize that she is talking to me.
"John Paul… Kai John Paul." I reply, stumbling over my name, flushing with embarrassment.
"Oh believe me Mr. John Paul… You're not the first to stare." she says in a sultry voice, while giving me a wink.
I nod to myself and gulp, as she grabs a clipboard and looks down a list of names. Finally, it seems she has found mine.
"Seat number 943. The second row to the back… Have fun with her." she said, setting the clipboard onto her lap.
I nod, and start to make my way down the rows. The bus is like any other normal bus: it has privacy curtains, running the length of each individual seat, to hide the secret [leasures of the seat occupants. As I pass seats, I kick myself for not being a gentleman.
I forgot to ask the driver her name…
Before I can turn around to ask, one of the curtains is disturbed and a medium sized woman falls out onto the passageway. A boy, looking to be about fourteen years of age pursues her into the passage, groping her by her broad hips. I watch as he pursues her, guiding his prick into her ass. He starts to slam away, and I hear the meaty claps of his balls meeting her ass cheeks as he rhythmically thrusts his hard cock into her asshole. He moans no doubt feeling her sphincter clasp around his cock. He rams and crams into her lubricated ass, moaning as he builds to an explosive climax. His seed starts to flow and she pushes herself onto him, milking him off his seed. He pulls his cock out of her ass, which has just been ravaged by his cock, and the white cum seeps out of her ass slowly. It runs down her skin, dripping onto the linoleum below her.
"Get a room Thiago!! Angelika!! You know better than that!!" the bus driver screams from the front.
The thick woman turns her face to the front, her long hair swinging as she laughs.
"Sorry Tawna. I'll clean the bus later." she says.
The two crawl back into the seats, the curtain closing behind them. I continue my journey, the sight playing in my head, and the bus driver's name ringing through my name. I pass seats, hearing moans of erotic pleasure.
"Oh damn Sheyenne… Your pussy is so… So Tight!!"
"Fuck me Aidan!! Fill me with your cum baby!!"
"Harder!! Harder!! FUCK ME HARD—" the last one cries, turning into a moan of guttural pleasure.
Finally, after what seems like a millennium to the reader, I reach my seat. A caramel skinned woman, looking to be about the age of 19 rises onto slender legs. She is wearing a black and white, thigh length pinstripe dress. It reveals the top half of her smooth creamy chest, exposing the round tops of her perky boobs. The bottom half of her thighs are exposed, and my eyes run across her smooth and creamy thighs. Her hair, black at the roots, is bleached blonde as it reaches the tips. She is wearing black sandals that kiss her small sensual feet. Her face is womanly, with a feline curve and beautifully arched eyebrows.
"Hello… My name is Brianna Johnson. I'm your Amoris assistant." she says in a clear as crystal voice.
"I'm Kai." I reply, taking in every exposed inch of her body.
"I know… The headmaster selected me to you purposefully. Would you like to sit next to the window?" She says.
I shake my head no, and Brianna slips into the seat. I slip in next to her and drop my suitcase on the floor at my feet. Brianna sets her phone sideways against the outside of her leg, and the thin wall of the bus. She then folds her hands across her smooth thighs and looks over at me, her slim framed lenses dangling precariously on the end of her beautifully arched nose, threatening to fall off of her face.
"So Mr. Paul… Do you know what a student assistant is? Or must I enlighten you?" she asks in a pleasant voice.
"I believe I am now fully aware of what a student assistant is… That example that I just saw was… Very enlightening." I say, giving a timid smile to her.
"Oh her," Brianna spews in a sort of disgust, "Angelika is a slut. Just fucks all the young ones because they dont know how tight pussy should be."
Its weird to be speaking about sex with somebody, who is literally my age. But something about the way that Brianna says it…
Makes me like her.
"Isn't she… Like… Your co-worker?" I blunder stupidly, not really thinking about what Im saying.
I feel her hands rest on my thigh, and she turns towards me, giving me a look out of her intense brown eyes.
"If you had a co-worker… You wouldn't want him to steal your student would you? You would want him to keep his hands away from her right?" she asks, in a quiet breathy tone.
I nod, deciding that it would be better for me to not push the limits of my foolishness anymore, locked in a trance after having looked in Brianna's eyes. I feel her hand start to rub down my legs, going up and down the inside of my left thigh.
"Well if it was me… I would want the student all to myself. His cock is only for me… I get all of his cock, all of his cum, all of his body. And him… Well… he gets all of me to himself." she says, leaning into me.
Her soft lips brush timidly against mine, then she pulls away. Her hand shoots past me, grasping the privacy curtain and pulling it along the length of the seat. I look into Brianna's eyes, and see the lust starting to glaze over her eyes.
"We're totally going to do this…" she says.
I nod and she pushed a hand to my chest, leaning into me and craning her head. We start to kiss, furiously pressing our lips against each other. I feel her smooth, lush lips warming mine. Her hands clasp my face, pulling me into her, locking me in her embrace.
"Oh gosh… You're hot." she says, panting for breath.
I dont reply, but nuzzle my face into her neck, nipping her softly. She yelps as I keep going, kissing down her smooth, arched neck, kissing her collarbone and the exposed part of her chest. I feel her hands running through my hair, hearing her soft gentle gasps of pleasure.
"Oh yes… Yes." she says, gasping quietly.
She whines as I pull away, coming up from air, pulling myself away from her cinnamon rose scent. Her hands are resting on my shoulders now and I give her a wink. I move my hands to her crossed legs and run my fingers down her smooth, skin feeling her shiver under my touch.
"You probably don't need the Womanly Pleasures class huh?" she says giggling as I stroke her.
"Womanly Pleasures?," I say, rubbing my palm in a circle on the inside of her leg. "What's that about?"
She giggles again, in a light girlish tone and starts to move. She swings her creamily, slender legs over my lower body and sits astride me. She presses my legs together, locking hers on the outside as she settles down on top of me. She presses into me, kissing my neck and brushing my ear with her lips.
"Womanly Pleasures is the class where you get taught how to please a woman with your hands… Your lips… Your fingers…," Brianna says, pausing for suspense. "And your cock."
"Sounds fun…" I whisper back, as she buries herself into my neck.
This entire time, I've been so focused on Brianna, I haven't even realized that my cock is throbbing, begging, pleading to be released from the dismal prison of my designer joggers. I feel her start to press down with her hips, and my hands slip to her supple waist, resting on her curved hips.
"Fuck me… Fuck me with your big, hard cock…" she says in a tantalizing voice, so breathless it makes my dick throb even harder.
She loosens up, rising onto her knees, her hands still resting on my shoulder. She gives me room, letting me slip my hands to the hem of my pants. I slide my hands under both my joggers and underwear, pulling them down in one quick motion. My dick, recoils, lengthening and hardening at the touch of cool air. Brianna's gaze is unabashed and she stares at my cock, licking her lips hungrily. She moves, positioning herself over my cock.
"Wait… You're not wearing…" I say.
"No you idiot… I barely ever wear any. With this supreme body of mine… I get cock anytime I want, baby… All I do is ask." Brianna says, after a burst of pixie like laughter.
I am unprepared for what she does next…
She drops herself onto my cock, my prick spearing into her body. She cranes her head upward, arching her back into me as the pleasure of stimulation tremors through her.
"Oh fuck… Fuck…Tight…" I gasp, as the pleasure of Brianna's tight, moist pussy clenches around my cock.
Brianna's pussy is tighter than I expected, especially for someone who was so loose in terms of talking about sex. It's warm and moist, glistening and lubricated by her own heat and her vagina juice. Her pussy, gropes and clenches around my cock, feeling like a lock. I feel her eyes on me, and know that she is very much used to cock. She pulls me into her chest, pushing my face into the furrow of her breasts. My nose rubs against the dress fabric and I feel her cool skin against my head.
She starts to slip up and down my long, hard shaft plunging herself up and down on my thick penis. I groan in pleasure.
I want more. I don't want to cum yet. I want to keep her on my dick, I think as she moves herself up and down my thick cock.
Brianna is moaning as she rides my shaft.
She's so hot and wet, I think
She starts to slip up and down my long, hard shaft plunging herself up and down on my thick penis. I groan in pleasure.
"Oh my god, ohhh my god!" she moans, "This feels so good!"
I grab her ass with both of my hands and thrust upwards. We both moan in pleasure. I pump my hips faster, meeting her as she slams herself down on my cock..
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she screams, as I continue to thrust inside of her.
I feel her start to shudder, her insanely tight vagina groping around my cock harder. I feel her quiver and tremor under my penetration, pulling her down onto my penis by her ass. Briannas moans, slamming herself onto my cock once more. She shudders harder and faster, bouncing up and down on my cock in a frantic bucking motion, her moans crescendoing.
"Oh… Ohhhh…. OHHHH…. OMIGGODDD….FUCK!!" Brianna cries, slamming down onto my rod.
I jut my hips up, slapping my cock into her, as she moans loudly, her body shaking.. I place my lips against her neck, as she cums harder than I've ever seen a girl cum. She arches her back, pushing her breasts against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. Im sucking her neck, leaving red welts against her skin as she recovers from her orgasm. I slide my hands up and down the small of her back, feeling the arch as she presses against me.
"Gosh… that was fun." She breathes quietly, her warm breath tickling my skin.
"Touche darling." I replied (sorry for the brain fart.)
She starts to move, unlocking herself from me and climbing off my lap. I look down, seeing my soft cock, and thinking that it's such a sad sight. Brianna giggles, giving me a sidelong look as she collapses against the leather bus seat.
"Can't believe you made me cum so hard with that tiny thing." she says jokingly.
I hurriedly pull up my pants, feeling my face get warm at Brianna's joke. Even though I made her explosively orgasm, I still feel the sting of the joke. I yank up my pants, and settle back into the seat, kicking my bag under the seat in front of me. Brianna kicks off her sandals, and curls her legs up onto the seat, resting into me. I slip my hand around her exposed shoulders pulling her into my chest. Her hair brushes and tickles my smooth shaven face, and the smell of her shampoo attacks my nostrils.
"So… Are we like a thing now? Or is this like a one time thing?" I whisper, heart stopping.
Brianna sits up, looking into my eyes, hers twinkling.
"I'm your assistant. Whenever you need somebody to fuck… Call me. Like for your Secret Sensations class- basically teaching you how to have sex in public without being caught- Lady Arabell will have us go on a date in a no sex zone area. Then the two of us will have to make each other orgasm at least one time, without being caught. And if were caught, you dont get sex priviledges for about two weeks." Brianna says, imposingly.
She leans in toward me, touching her forehead to mine. Her eyes are level, staring into mine with such intensity I feel like I'm being sucked into a whirlpool. Her breath is warm against my nose, and I'm desperately fighting the sneezing sensation.
"And I don't want to have to be without your cock for two weeks…" she says, quietly.
I think that this is the first actual kiss that the two of us have had so far. She leans in, gently rubbing her lips against mine, softly pressing herself against me. I kiss back, feeling the warmth spreading over my lips, then my face and running through my veins, filling me with a sensation of bliss. Brianna pulls away, biting her lips.
"Damn… The end of the semester is going to be hard."