"Hey now girlie, I know your new at this, but come on. move your hips a little, to feel real good." The mans voice is firm, and Taylor obliges. At first, she moves slowly, grinding her hips forward and back, moving the dick around inside her enough to get some appreciative grunts from the man shes riding. then, after a minute of back and forths, the bus shifts. The driver hits a pothole, causing Taylor to bounce, the mans dick sliding half way out and back in, quick as a flash. They both groan in unision then, the pleasure of that one thrust incredibly intense.
Without prompting, Taylor starts to bounce. She leans forward, hands grasping the seat in front of her, and begins shaking her hips up and down, loving the feeling of this huge dick getting shoved in and out of her. The man shes riding has at this point leaned back, swearing softly under his breath about who knows what, hands clasped tightly to Taylors hips as she rides him for all he's worth.
Suddenly, as she's working her pussy on the mans shaft, Taylor hears the Bus driver call out a stop. A stop only three awa y from her own! Quickly realizing this, Taylor stops her bouncing and sits up, turning a little to face the man. " A-ah, Sorry, but my stop is coming up." Taylor manages to pant out. Now sitting up, shes no longer able to shake her hips as she was before, but shes enjoying the massive dick inside her too much to totally stop moving, and is bouncing up and down a bit, to keep things going.
"Shit." Says the man. "Girl, your pussy's too good, I just can't give you up that easy, but I'm close. Tell you what, Ungh," the man grunts as he liftsTaylor up, slamming her down on his dick, driving deep inside her. " You help me finish off, then I can come to your house and fuck you all night long. Sound good?" The man says as he begins thrusting up inside of Taylor.
Taylor simply nods and moans, the mans tool filling her up so good. She moves with the man, his hands guiding her hips, bouncing on his lap with wild abandon. They're both covered in sweat by this point, the grunts and moans of sex filling the air as they enter the final stretch.
Breathing rapidly, Taylor clenches up her pussy, grinding down on each bounce, driving him deeper and deeper, hoping to reach that final, glorious burn she can feel just out of reach....
When the man gasps, grabs her hips, and slams her down one final time, thrusting himself deep inside her as he starts to swell up. Grinding into her, cramming himself as deep as he can go, the man starts groaning aloud as he cums, spewing jet after jet of seed deep inside of Taylor's willing pussy. The man continues groaning as, with one last thrust, he empties himself inside the girl, before finally relaxing back.
For Taylors part, the swelling dick and warmth of cum was almost, almost enough to get her off. Unfortunately, the man finished before she could, and as his dick began to soften, Taylor frantically started squeezing it, milking it for all it was worth with her pussy. The mans groaning again, his dick still semi hard, and its just enough for Taylor to get off. She starts to scream, before frantically biting into the seat in front of her, remembering the mans order not to make noise. Its as shes coming that the man gets back a second wind, his dick returning to steel, enjoying the feeling of the girl spasming all over his cock as she cums.
Finally, the girls spent. She leans forward, resting her head on the seat and basking in the after glow. the feel of the mans warm cum, and his still hard shaft, is wonderful to the now no longer virgin girl. Not even the feeling of something being terribly, horrifyingly wrong can breech the feelings of bliss.
" Hey girl,' says the man, now simply enjoying the feeling of a pussy wrapped around his dick after his first climax. He starts rubbing up and down Taylors back as he asks, "Wasn't your stop coming up soon?"
Taylor wakes up at that, the amazing feeling only slightly dispelling as she looks up. She notices that they've somehow managed to miss her stop entirely. When she says this to the man, he merely smiles, grabs her hips, and gives a little thrust, to Taylors gasp of pleasure.
"Well then," Smirks the man, already starting to bounce Taylor on his recovered shaft, "It seems we have some time to kill...."
* * *
The bus ride home took almost an hour, having to wait for the bus to finish its circuit and go back around to Taylor's stop. During that time, she'd grown Intimately familiar with the man,"Call me Nice Guy," and was more than willing to bring him home to ask her father for a place to stay. Of course, during the time they had on the bus, Nice Guy had been kind enough to fuck himself to orgasm inside her pussy four more times, and then spent the rest of the trip teaching her how to properly give a blow job, using some of the other riders on the bus as assistants. He would have used himself as the tester, but he said he wanted her to have some experience before he trusted her mouth anywhere near his shaft, and she was only too happy to oblige. Of course, random strangers didn't have Nice Guys stamina, and after the sixth one only managed to last a few minutes under Taylor's mouth, Nice Guy had told her to stop, and had her simply sit down and rest until they got to her stop, occasionally having her masturbate to orgasm for his amusement.
By the time Taylor's stop had come around again, she was a mess. She'd lost most of her clothing to Nice Guy's fun, and her body was absolutely Glowing with pleasure. Her pussy lips had a simply indecent stream of cum leaking down her thighs, and her face and chest had a few splatters of cum from her practice partners, but not too much thanks to Nice Guy teaching her to swallow. Now that they were getting ready to depart the bus, Nice Guy had her get dressed again, though he still wouldn't let her put her panties back on, since they might have gotten soaked through. As they left the bus, Nice Guy had her stop and give the bus driver a reward blowjob. After all, he'd been at the front of the bus Watching everything that had gone on, and he deserved to be rewarded for his professionalism! At least, that's what Nice Guy said, and the bus driver was to busy swearing and jamming his tool down Taylor's throat to disagree. When he finally finished, Taylor swallowed every drop, just as she'd been told to do, and got off the bus with Nice Guy.
The bus stop for her house was actually a few blocks away, so Taylor had some time to think while she walked home, Nice Guy in tow. This morning, she'd honestly believed today was going to be terrible, and sure the morning had been. But after meeting Nice Guy, Taylor honestly couldn't imagine having a better time! Sure, she'd been a bit wary of him at first, but after a long session of venting about her problems, and Nice Guy talking with her, she felt better than she could ever remember! Of course, these thoughts managed to buoy her up, and carry her all the way to her front porch.
"Dad, I'm home!" cried Taylor, as she opened the front door and walked inside. Nice Guy followed in behind, locking the door and setting down his backpack on the couch. Dad was apparently not home yet, but a note on the fridge explained his absence. There'd been an incident down at the docks, several dock workers having been injured somehow, and Dad had needed to stay behind to help look out for them. The note said he wouldn't be home until incredibly late tonight, and not to worry. Of course, Taylor immediately showed the note to Nice Guy, who had asked to know where her family was.
"So girl," asks Nice Guy, casually raiding the fridge for food,"you sure your dad ain't getting home till late? And what about your mom? Siblings, extended family, friends?" The man asks while casually taking a sniff of some old beer, deciding to drink it anyway and taking a sip.
"Yes Sir, my dad's the manager for the Dockworker's Union, and he takes his job very seriously. As for family, my m-mother's..." Here Taylor breaks off, not even over an hour of exposure to Nice Guy able to stop her from the feelings generated by her mothers death.
"Hey, quit that, no crying. So your mom's dead then? Alright, what about any other family? Or hell, friends? Particularly any female friends?" Nice Guy asks.
"Yes Sir, my mother is dead. And no, there's no other family. Or friends." Taylor replies immediately, sorrow forgotten in the face of Nice Guy's order.
"Huh. Almost totally isolated, life's been hell for a while, surprised you haven't broke yet. Eh. Food here's good, if sparse, and you've got a Fantastic pussy an' mouth, so I guess this place is home for now. Speaking of which, shouldn't you be naked inside your own home? Your forbidden to wear anything by yourself inside, after all." Nice Guy mentions conversationally, while he finishes his beer and digs into the leftover spaghetti.
Immediately, Taylor begins stripping down, piling her clothes in the laundry basket to be washed later. Immediately afterwards, Nice Guy tells her to go clean up in the shower then come right back, because she looks disgusting. And he wants her to be extra sure to clean off all the gunk, because he doesn't feel like touching another man's cum anytime soon. Taylor immediately does as she's bid, the sound of the local news coming on as she enters the shower. It takes her a little while to get rid of all the cum, mostly because of the streams of the stuff that keep leaking out of her pussy, but eventually she's managed to remove the last streak, and immediately after she finishes drying off she heads back downstairs, as Nice Guy asked her to do.
Downstairs, she finds Nice Guy sitting on the couch sans pants, sporting an impressive erection while drinking another beer, and watching the local news. There seems to be a bit of an uproar on the news, as apparently there was an accident down at the docks, several misplaced barrels of chemicals somehow having been lit off in a warehouse, with workers trapped inside. Nice Guy starts snickering when the News Anchor talks about how several workers are at deaths door, but abruptly stops laughing when the News Anchor continues to speak about how Panacea was able to prevent any deaths or serious consequences. Muttering to himself and reaching for his backpack, its only then that Nice Guy notices Taylor standing quietly next to the couch, still naked and now clean, her body on display for him. Her breasts, though present, were on the small side, and there wasn't a hint of muscle to speak of. Her pussy, however, had remarkably light hair surrounding it, and she seemed to be waiting for him.
"Girl, kneel in front of me, will ya?" Grunts Nice Guy, now rifling through his pack, erection bobbling in the air. Taylor did as asked, staring straight ahead at Nice Guy's dick. It was rather impressively sized, in her inexpert opinion, and after bringing her to several orgasms, she felt justified in feeling a bit embarrassed at simply staring at it. With a small shout of triumph, Nice Guy pulls a small notepad from his pack, pen clutched firmly in his other hand. Siting back down, he turns to the girl, notepad up and waiting for notes.
"Hey girl, got a couple questions for you about local capes and such. Mind blowing me while I ask?" states Nice Guy almost casually, already starting to jot down words in his notepad.
"No problem Sir." Says Taylor, and immediately suits words to deed. Leaning forward, Taylor begins the blowjob with a long, slow lick, from base to tip. She works her tongue around the head for a little, before working her way back down to suck on Nice Guy's balls.
"Shit, you learn fast. Gonna need to give your old man a reward when he gets home, him having raised such a wonderful cocksucker. Ungh. Yeah, that's the spot, girl, right there..." Nice Guy's speech drifts off, simply relaxing into the blow job as Taylor's newly trained tounge starts licking up and down his shaft, giving a little flick at the head she learned from the second man she'd 'practiced' with. The crinkle of paper in his hand reminding him of what he'd meant to do before this little distraction started, Nice Guy reached down and grabbed Taylor by the hair, pulling her off his shaft temporarily.
"Girl, time enough for that later. First, I've got questions. You can just stroke me while you answer them." Having said that, Nice Guy let go of Taylor's hair, leaning back and enjoying as the girl looked up to him, eagerly waiting his questions while her hands began working his shaft. Bringing his notepad back up to begin writing, Nice Guy began his interrogation.
"So girl. Know the names of the local capes? Heroes, Villains, come on, lay them on me! Especially the name of whoever saved the lives of those poor dock workers..." Nice Guys questioning began as it continued, focused almost entirely on the cape scene of Brockton Bay, and what it entailed. He laughed out loud when he learned of who was responsible for saving the dock workers lives, and seemed especially pleased with whatever he wrote into his notepad after that answer. Taylor answered truthfully, as best she could, idly stroking Nice Guy's shaft as she did, occasionally leaning down to lick after she couldn't answer one of Nice Guy's questions. Eventually, after a few repeated failures to know the answer, Nice Guy decided to call it quits for now and get back to the main event. He placed his hands on the back of Taylors head, and brought her down onto his dick. Taylor was eager to suck on the shaft, having been told to practice on all those men earlier to get to this point. She used every trick she'd learned, from twisting her hands while bobbing her head, to jerking him while sucking, to even deep throating him, an action that managed to get Nice Guy to moan unintelligibly while his rod was buried balls deep in Taylors throat. He really enjoyed the deep throating, so Taylor did her best to keep him down for longer, his dick spasming almost in time with her throat as the need to breathe grew greater.
Eventually, after several minutes of her best efforts, Taylor could feel Nice Guy beginning to swell, already recognizing the signs after repeated exposure. Silently she looked up while continuing to suck, looking to question Nice Guy about where he wanted to cum. Unfortunately, Nice Guy took this time to really get into the blow job, grabbing Taylor's head and thrusting her down on his shaft while his hips jerked lewdly up into the air, gagging her on his cock. With one last inarticulate moan, Nice Guy came, deep inside Taylor's throat, back bent in an arch off the couch with Taylors hea. What felt like minutes, but what must have surely been seconds later, Taylor manages to escape Nice Guys grip, coughing out her lungs as Nice Guy relaxes back on the couch.
"Girl, I swear, you continue to amaze. From a pussy tighter than Mouse Protector's, to a mouth better trained than a high class whore. Yeah, I'm Definitely sticking around here for a while. Hey, go clean up your face and come back will ya? You look like shit again." Having finished speaking, Nice Guy turned back to watching the news, having pulled back out his notepad to begin working on his own personal project. Taylor, of course, couldn't really disagree. Her throat was soar from the face fucking, and she could feel snot dripping down from her nose. Standing up, she headed back up to the shower, knowing that her night had only just begun.....
