In the bus, while heading back to our homes, all were tired. Some of us were asleep. I decided to take the window seat in the last but one row.Next to... me was Rahul in his sports shorts and tee. He put his backpack on his lap and said that I was looking very hot. He couldn’t help but lust on me. He was feeling my thighs and I was feeling his. Before we know it, he was inside my leggings and me inside his shorts.He was slowly fingering me and I was stroking his dick. We kissed a bit. I showed him. . Then he was on me, growling with such aggressive lust. I gasped as his dick rammed into my cunt. He filled me to the hilt. I gasped, my snatch clenching down on him. It was so incredible to feel my brother in me, fucking me.Breeding me.“Yes, yes, plant your baby in Mistress Kora!” Nathalie squealed, the fourteen-year-old sex slave quivering beside us. Our slave-wife had both her hands rubbing at her cunt, jizz and pussy juices dripping out of her. “Fuck her so hard!”“Gods, yes!” growled my. Hurry up." "Please..." I said silently as I cried to myself.She quickly knelt down and ripped my little underwear right down to my ankles.My tiny 1 inch penis and little rounded hairless nuts were in full few to her now. She just stared down at it for a second. I tried to cover it up, and she slapped my hands away."I should have known it would be short and fat. Just like you. You little fat shit. Look at that tiny thing. It looks like a nub, not even a cock." She said this with her lips. Now my cleavage was clearly visible to all who looked. Not that I had anything to be ashamed about; a small C-cup suited my slender, 5”3 body quite nicely, and I mean Jack had never complained, but a quick change of top would help me cool down, and hopefully help me shake that sticky feeling that comes with sweating after a hard day’s work. I put the beer on the counter after taking one last mouthful, and started checking labels on the boxes we had already moved into the apartment. ‘Anna’s.