right back?'
He turned red as though I'd caught him in a lie. Then he sputtered, 'Cots… cots… They only had cots for us to sleep on during the storm. They were very uncomfortable. I really didn't get much rest while I was gone.'
'I'm sure you didn't,' I snapped and walked out.
Outside I walked aimlessly. Leo had driven me out of the house this time, not lust, and I had no idea where I wanted to go. Fortunately the sun was out and it was a beautiful day, more like spring than winter as the temperature shot up in the sixties after the blizzard.
I must have walked for miles, basking in the sun. Around me people went this way and that, coming outdoors again after the weather had made a turn for the better.
Feeling out of breath from walking, I finally sat down on a bench at a bus stop. When I crossed my legs I knew there was another reason why I was panting. My pussy was absolutely sopping.
Realizing that I had made myself horny just walking around and thinking, I cast my eyes around for something to do about it. If a wino had wandered across my path at that moment, I would have jumped the poor bastard and gone down on him under the bench.
As it was, something else caught my attention – the acrid scent of carbon monoxide. When I turned to my left I saw a city bus lumbering towards me.
Impulsively, I dug into my purse for the change needed to board, and stood up as the bus pulled up in front of me. I walked up the stairs and got inside and dropped the change into the slot, having no idea where the bus was going.
Inside I could see that the bus was almost empty. On Christmas day the only passengers were sad-faced people with no families to spend the holiday with. Too bad they hadn't discovered my secret for combating loneliness.
Wandering to the back, I sat down in the last seat, the big one that goes all the way across the rear of the bus. Before I could slide over to the window, a surly looking kid I'd seen on my way down the aisle suddenly moved over from his seat and sat down on my right.
When I tried to move in the other direction, he was joined on my left by an equally scruffy youth – the only difference being that this one was a girl.
They nudged rudely against me, pinching me between their hard, young bodies. When I tried to move I found myself securely locked between them.
'Don't make another move, lady,' the boy said.
'What are you talking about?'
'Look at your left, lady.'
I did as he said and saw the girl pulling something shiny out of her purse. A nickel-plated Saturday night special.
She shoved the gun down between my thighs, hiding it from anyone else. 'Don't make a move, bitch,' she hissed, 'or I'll blow your fucking cunt off.'
'Why are you doing this?' I croaked in astonishment.
'The bus drivers don't carry cash on them any more,' the boy said, 'so we have to rob the passengers.'
'Now fork over your money, bitch,' the girl said, drawing my face back to the left with her impatience. She emphasized her demand by jabbing the short barrel of her gun into my cunt. The already sopping orifice spasmed from the attack, glazing my thighs with a new seepage of pussy juice.
I looked at her straight in the eye. With a single penetrating look I sensed this tough little cookie was actually a fawn-like girl with hair the color of straw. I couldn't help wondering what the rest of her body looked like under her scruffy denim clothing.
'Whaddaya looking at, cunt?' she snarled when she realized I was reading her face. 'Stop staring at me like that.'
'Hey, what's going on?' the boy said, puzzled.
'Shaddup,' the girl snapped. 'I'll handle this.'
'Let me,' I said out of the blue. It was my only warning before I abruptly snaked my hand across her thigh and shoved my fingers into her crotch.
I smiled when I saw the toughness of her face suddenly disintegrate as her mouth gaped in astonishment. 'What's the matter with you, bitch? Don't you know how to act while you're being robbed?' she sputtered. 'Now hand over your money.'
'Wouldn't you rather have sex?' I said sweetly.
Before she could move, my fingers found the tab of her zipper and screeched it down her fly. Inside her jeans they instantly found themselves immersed in her fluffy cunt hair, no panties between my hand and her pussy.
'Hey, what the fuck's going on?' her bewildered partner yelled, causing a couple of the derelicts on the bus and the driver to turn around and look at us.
'Those punks bothering you, lady?' the driver called back.
I looked at the girl. Then I turned and looked at the boy before I answered. They were both pale with fright, terrified I'd blow the whistle on them.
'You all right?' the bus driver called again.
'Just fine,' I replied, just as I worked my fingers inside the mouth of the girl's cunt.
When the other people on the bus went back to minding their own business, I leaned over and covered the girl's mouth with my lips, soul-kissing her as I pushed her back against the seat. In her pants, two of my fingers wiggled up the slit of her pussy. Her cunt was soaking wet. Her stiff clit rubbed against the palm of my hand. She shoved down her jeans, so I could get my fingers into even more of her twat.
Behind me, her boyfriend was fit to be tied. Especially when he heard the gun clatter to the floor when the girl let go of it. Her trigger finger hooked under the hem, pulling my skirt up so her hand could snake between my legs and grab my pussy.
I don't know if he was mad at her for botching the robbery, jealous of what we were doing, or what. In any case, if it was imperative to calm down before somebody noticed and the driver got a cop.
There was only one way. My free hand went around in back of me and instinctively grabbed for his cock.
It was there all right, big and bulging in his tight jeans. His enormous hard-on told me that he had completely forgotten about the robbery.
'Help me get it out,' I hissed, 'I want to feel it.' As I rubbed the throbbing bulge, I could hear his zipper squealing downward. In an instant I could feel the fleshy arc of his dick oozing out of his pants. Soon after that it was filling my hand, pumping up and down between my clutching fingers.
The three of us moved as one all the way to the edge of the bus, in a corner behind a row of seats so no one could see what we were up to. The girl was wedged in the corner with her jeans dumped on the floor, one bare leg over the back seat, and the other hooked over the seat in front of us. Her contortion made the tunnel of her pussy big enough to swallow half my hand.
In my other hand, the boy's dick had gotten even harder as I moved its foreskin up and down the shaft. The head of his cock throbbed angrily, getting more agitated by the moment. His prick felt too good not to taste.
Keeping my hand wiggling up the girl's pussy, I turned my head toward the dork in my hand. I forced it toward my mouth and threw my lips over the end. The head of his cock was as big as a plum, succulent and rich in my mouth.
'Go down on me,' he whispered urgently. 'Deep-throat me, lady.'
Gladly obliging, I slipped my lips another couple of inches down his cock. When my tongue started tickling the head, his nervous system went crazy. A lunging involuntary buck of his hips automatically crammed two or three further inches of stiff prick in my mouth.
Below me a few inches I could see his balls. They were churning, squeezing together in a tight vise to manufacture sperm. I wouldn't be satisfied until his cock was all the way in my mouth and my lips were nuzzling them.
Knowing I was going to gag, I closed my eyes and lurched my throat toward his groin. His cock-head tore into my throat as I choked downward. The shaft of his prick slid against my lips, getting rounder and harder by the time I reached the thatch of his groin. My lips nibbled against something round and hard while I fought for
