The bus was late. Of course, it being 10 in the morning, with classes in session and everyone at there jobs, of course the bus would be late. Taylor sighed as she hunched over in her seat, keeping an eye out for the bus, or the police. They didn't usually patrol this area until later, but she was skipping class, and didn't want any trouble. Today had been an especially bad day, all things considered. Sure, Sophia had apparently been forced to cool down for some reason recently, but that apparently just meant Emma and Madison were forced to pick up the slack. Whispers in the halls, spit wads and thrown objects in class, her backpack almost getting stolen Twice. The worst by far, however, had to have been her skirt. On her way between classes before lunch, Taylor had been bumped into the lockers by one of Emma's hangers on, and her skirt had Caught on that locker, ripping almost right down the seam, exposing her to the entire hall. She'd run away, then, hiding in the bathroom long enough to try to salvage her skirt, before just giving up. School just... wasn't worth it today. And so she'd left, some tape and staples barely keeping her skirt on as she walked to the bus stop heading home, her back pack carried low to stop her from flashing any random asshole who walked by. Stupid laundry. Stupid skirts. Stupid Emma.

Before she could really get into her funk, Taylor heard the bus approaching from down the road. Standing, with her backpack covering the tear as best as she could make it, Taylor paused as the bus doors opened and then entered the bus. Showing her pass to the driver, she decided to head straight to the back of the bus, hoping against hope to avoid anyone seeing her panties through her torn skirt, though she knew at least some of the people on the bus would see Something. The bus at this time of day actually had several people on board, some old lady in the front with a huge bag, a few punks Taylor recognized as ganger wannabes from school, and this one guy in an aisle seat having sex with a women.

The couple going at it were honestly pretty vigorous, the woman more than the man, what with her jumping up and down on the mans dick and moaning out loud, what sounded like an endless stream of curse words leaving her mouth as she apparently road her lover to climax. Deciding that it was worth bypassing these people so long as she got a seat in the back that could hide her until she was home, Taylor started down the aisle hurriedly, hoping to go pass without interrupting the happy couple or attracting the toughs attention. Of course, nothing had ever gone right today, and one of the Toughs decided it'd be funny to trip her on the way back. Of course she missed it, being distracted by the woman screaming out her climax for the world to hear. And of course her back pack caught on the tear in her skirt, ripping all the way down the seam, totally exposing her to the toughs. She started scrambling then, grabbing back up her backpack and trying to run for the back of the bus, but someone stopped her. Not the toughs, this time it was the man having sex.

"Ho? What have we here? Little girl, wandering around with such a tear in your skirt, exposed to the world? Isn't that a bit... Shameful?" The man breathes out, the woman riding him apparently too exhausted for words now. He has the woman's head held back to his shoulder, one hand covering her mouth while the other fondles her breasts. Unfortunately, Taylor's face is almost directly in line with the mans crotch, and for a few moments all she can do is stare at there joining, the man's shaft actually shining with the amount of liquid spilling onto him from the woman riding him. Of course, at that point her face lights up with a brilliant hue, averting her eyes as she stands back up. Her hopes with escaping this scene with just a chastisement end, however, when the man speaks up again.

"Come now girl, you place yourself in the perfect position to join in on the festivities, and don't even join in? Why, your falling down just now was entirely your own fault. Just look at those fine gentlemen there, dicks hanging out hard and heavy, waiting for a turn with this fine beauty here? Is it any wonder you were pushed out of the way of such a view?"

Taylor follows along with the mans pointed finger, staring as she realizes all three of the toughs have there pants around there ankles, dicks hard and pointing straight up, each of them staring at her with lust. She turns back as the man finishes his tirade, watching as he starts to tease the women on his lap, rubbing her clit while her pinches her nipples. She abruptly realizes that the women is completely naked, only her socks still on, her clothing seemingly piled on another seat. Taylor begins to feel chastised, not realizing how she'd interrupted the men's fun, hoping to leave with just a scolding but feeling s if she knew better. Indeed, as she lowered her face back towards the ground, one of the toughs got tired of her standing right in front of them without saying anything and while she was distracted by the man, had reached forward and pulled down her panties. Skirt destroyed, completely exposed, and apparently interrupting the nice man's fun, Taylor felt utterly mortified. She tried to cover herself, but then the man spoke again.

"Now now, girl, there's no need to be so ashamed. I'll admit, I haven't been fair to my audience, hoggin this delightful filly all to myself. Tell you what girl, I'll make you a deal. These three fine upstanding gentleman have been without relief or female companionship since I started my little party. If you were to, say, fuck all three of them with that pussy of yours, then suck them off afterwards, I would consider your debt to me paid. How about it?"

The man's face looked positively gleeful as he spoke, but Taylor nodded along anyway. It was her fault for interfering, and now she had to pay the price. She'd never had sex before, though she'd lost her hymen to a fall during summer camp. Only, the man had said she'd be free to go once she had sex with all three men. And sucked them off after wards. Given how happy the woman appeared to be with just one man, surely her paying the three toughs back wouldn't cause her too much trouble?

As she was lost in her thoughts, the man in front of her lifted his leg and pushed, tripping her back onto the lap of the man who had originally pulled down her panties. With a startled yelp, Taylor landed, the first toughs dick sliding up the side of her thigh as she fell. Sitting back up, Taylor had time to see the man starting back up with sex with the beautiful blonde woman, before the other two toughs closed in on her. She was trapped, she knew, but this was only just. She had interrupted there fun, after all, and now she had to pay the price. So thinking, Taylor shifted her hips, moving with the man beneath her as she was repositioned, facing away from the man as she rose up, reaching down for his shaft. As she grasped the toughs dick, she felt it jump in her hand, as if excited to be there. She rubbed the head of the dick across her lower lips, the toughs dick juicing heavily enough that she didn't even need much lubrication of her own, before with an impatient curse the tough grabbed her by the hips and slammed her down.

A short yelp, followed by biting her lips, was all Taylor did as she was penetrated for the first time by a man. She could honestly say she had never felt anything like it, the man's dick filling her up in ways she'd never imagined. The tough himself seemed to be out of it, moaning with his head thrown back, which gave Taylor some time to explore. Moving her hips, she felt the shaft inside her shift as well, pressing against her channel from the inside and causing the tough to start moaning again. Deciding to try and take a hint from the blonde woman across from her, Taylor tried rolling her hips, the sensation produced causing her to start panting while the tough continued moaning. A few more experimental rolls, and Taylor's pussy was wet enough that she no longer had any issue going even further with the tough. As a test, she start trying to stand up, the man's shaft beginning to pull out of her. Just as she reached the tip, however, the man seemed to realize what she was doing, and instead of letting her experiment, grabbed her hip again and Slammed her down. From filled to almost empty, straight back to Filled, Taylor saw stars. The friction, the feeling of being filled, the twisting sensation cantered on her mound... She didn't resist. Not as the tough began trying to grind into her, not even when he reached up and began fondling her breasts over her clothing. It was when the tough yanked her shirt off her and began gripping her breasts directly that Taylor finally got into the swing of things, and began to ride the man. Up and down, up and down, Taylor's first sexual intercourse was glorious, that twisting sensation in her mound tightening further and further , just a little more, almost there...

When with a yell, the man beneath her slammed her down one more time, and started to shake. Taylor had felt the man's shaft grow harder, somewhat, and had heard him panting in a different way, but she had been too inexperienced to know the signs, and so had been too caught up in her own pleasure when the man decided he was finished. With a loud bellow, the mans shaft began to jerk, and Taylor felt a warmth blossom deep inside her gut, as she was filled with cum for the first time in her life. Sadly, however, she hadn't managed to reach that point of no return herself, and as the man went soft and slipped out of her, Taylor was desperately rubbing at herself, trying with all her might to get back to that glorious point. Around then, she was reminded that this was a punishment and not solely for her, when one of the other toughs who had been watching there lucky friend grabbed her and pulled her over. She was confused for a moment, but then she saw the mans rock hard shaft sticking up, and realized that This was what she needed to reach that unfulfilled promise still burning inside her.

Standing straight, Taylor pushed the man back into his chair, pulling her panties the rest of the way off as she stood in front of him. She was almost completely naked now, her shoes and socks all that was left of her clothing, including her glasses. With a determined look in her eye, Taylor kneeled over the mans lap, this time eagerly moving to start her punishment. She started to reach for the mans shaft, but he was ahead of her, already lining himself up with her needy snatch. Taylor barely waited for him to get in position before she dropped down, two swift strokes managing to lodge the man inside her all the way to the base. He was sadly somewhat smaller than her first companion, but that was alright. All Taylor needed was the friction, the heat, the feeling of being filled....

Three strokes in, just as she hit her stride, the man came like a freight train, his warm cum joining his friends inside her pussy, before with a snarl Taylor stood up, the man continuing to cum all over the floor while Taylor turned around, a rather cross expression upon her face. The couple from earlier were still going at it somehow, the man apparently having cum recently at some point, given the evidence leaking out her snatch and down her thighs. The blondes legs were now in the air, being held up at the knees by the man as he seemed not even tired after who knows how long having sex with the woman. The sight of the two, still going at it, and more importantly the blissed out expression of multiple orgasms on the woman's face, made Taylor grow even hotter, desperately wishing to release the tension that hasn't gone away yet. Turning towards the third tough, Taylor almost literally growled at the man, scaring him back from reaching for her. She instead grabbed the tough by the hand not occupied, dragging him over to one of the long aisle seats and laying him down. His dick had actually managed to lose some of it's hardness during the move, but Taylor wasn't having any of it, not now. Kneeling on the floor perpendicular to the tough, Taylor leaned down and took the man's shaft into her mouth without preamble, trying her best to get him hard again. A few small accidents with her teeth, and several minutes of sucking licking, and stroking later, the man was Finally back to full hardness. Taylor hadn't actually minded the man's taste or scent, and at a different time wouldn't have stopped her ministrations so early, but she was on a Mission now, and this man was Going to help her finish!

Standing, Taylor threw one leg over the man, laying it straight on the seat while her other leg was still in the aisle providing support. Crouching down, Taylor spent a few moments rubbing the head against her, enjoying the feeling of the biggest dick she'd yet encountered rubbing up against her. Then without much preamble, Taylor lined him up and sank down, her body lubricated enough to take him all in a single stroke. That was a mistake. The man, bigger than the other two, managed to not only stretch Taylor in ways she hadn't imagined, the angle of the first thrust was such that it hit a point inside her that set her off. She did not just cum, she gushed. Her pussy clamped down on the rod buried inside her and Taylor came like a freight train, contraction after contraction milking the dick inside her for all it was worth, while she squirted girl cum out all over the mans lap and shirt. Halfway through her orgasm Taylor felt the man beneath her start cumming himself, filling her with warmth and setting off her Second orgasm, almost as intense as the first and enough to have Taylor screaming at the top of her lungs, where her first orgasm precluded such noise.

Finally, eventually, the pleasure stopped. The contractions ceased. Taylor's snatch was filled with cum, even now some of it leaking out from between the shaft stretching her and her pussy lips. But all of that paled in comparison to what Taylor had just experienced. It was official, she thought. Orgasms were the greatest thing Ever. Of all time. Eventually, she came back to herself enough to hear the sound of laughter, genuine mirth filling the air, coming from the man who had started this whole thing. The man had finished with the blonde at some point. Evidently cleaning himself only a little, while the blonde lay beside him, sleeping the sleep of the utterly, thoroughly exhausted and content. The man beneath her was beginning to grow soft, and say Taylor stood up, a vague emptiness inside her clenching at her gut. All of the toughs appeared to be knocked out after there rather pathetic exertions, and the man was still laughing, though his shaft was somehow still hard after all the apparent fucking he'd done to the woman, and still sticking up out of his fly. It was the biggest dick Taylor had ever seen, bigger even than the one she'd just discovered Nirvana with, and the vague emptiness inside her clenched worse just looking at it.