He pressed an open mouthed kiss against her throat.She pressed tighter against him, grinding her hips once more into his. "Please." “Are you begging... me? For what?” She couldn't answer. She couldn't imagine not having sex with him in the next minute, against the car or not. How had she managed to go through five years of bar parties and not leave with some devilishly handsome stranger? No matter now, because he was winding his hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat, biting. You want to suck my nipples. You get floodedwith milk and my cum. As, I am sliding down your pole I fit most of him exceptfor 5 inches into my drenched tight pussy. I scream out in orgasms, yet again Iam panting with so much pleasure. The most I have had from one cock. I feel Inever want this beautiful treasure to be removed from my neglected pussy.You stand up with my pussy still logged on your pole and lie me onto the bedyou fuck me deep and hard for a few minutes and let me cum again. After. Maybe it was habit, but she was sitting where we always sat. And she was scooted up next to the window.So I sat down next to her. I guess that was habit too.“Hey,” she said.“Hey,” I responded.“Long time no see,” she commented.“Yeah,” I said.The bus started off. We had a new driver this year, a woman who looked like she was at least fifty.“Why is that?” said Valerie.“What do you mean?”“Why is it that I haven’t seen you for so long?”“What are you talking about? I was at your birthday. My kneesare trembling, and those heavy nipple rings jerk painfully at my engorged teatsevery time I move. My whole body shakes so violently that I am oblivious ofmy surroundings. Distantly I am aware that I am being lifted with my thighsspread apart. Something round presses against my vulva. It feels rather pleasant.They have mounted me on one of those rounded posts. They release me. I tryto grip the slippery shaft with my ankles. The rounded top of the post is pressinghard into the soft hollow.