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Lavanya's hands gently reached forward towards his belt buckle. They shook terribly so getting the buckle undone proved to be rather difficult. Eventually she did manage to get the two ends of the belt apart. With that done she made much shorter work of the button and fly. Her eyes snapped to the small peek of his grey boxers, seemingly transfixed by what was underneath.

She moved quickly to the next step, leaning across Josh's lap to get her small hands under the waistband of both his pants and underwear. The skin to skin contact sent pleasantly warm tingles through his bodies. To help her he raised his hips to get his butt off the seat and let his clothes slide down his legs.

Lavanya's eyes drank in his form as it was revealed. First came his curly, brown pubic hairs. Then came the root of his new and improved dick. His boxers and pants still held the beastly member against his left leg allowing both of them to get a look at the hefty balls that would make the seed she'd soon help him drain.

After a few inches Lavanya stopped for a moment. An ordinary penis would either have already sprung free or else be easy to fish out. But that certainly wasn't the case for him and his over-sized shaft. To continue stripping him she shifted position. She put her back to him and switched her hands to the matching hip. Then she began to push, rather, than pull his clothes away from her goal. Josh had to admit he much preferred this. For one thing this gave him his first full on view of her astounding, jean clad backside. His eyes refused to do anything but stare at the wondrous view. Additionally he felt the first truly erotic sensation his new new cock had. Sure the light tug of his waistband on his dick felt nice, but it didn't hold a candle to the gentle tickle of her breath along his shaft and the wispy caress of her ponytail along his outer thigh. These delicious stimuli sent a fresh wave of blood to his already adamantine phallus. The ensuing jump of the gargantuan manhood caused Lavanya to pause.

For a moment Josh was nervous she'd be scared off, but he barely had time to worry about this before she continued on her quest to strip him of his lower garments.

At last she got his waistband down to his knees and in doing so finally let his swollen, red glans spring free. As it did so the precum, that was already leaking freely, formed an ephemeral arc as the mighty pillar hurried to it's upright position. The swing would have likely smacked him in the abdomen if something or someone hadn't been in the way. Instead the arc of his second head was intercepted by Lavanya. The wet smack of his cock on her face was louder than he would have suspected.

At this Lavanya almost jumped out of her skin. A high pitched squeak escaped from her as she shot as upright as the dick that struck her. Her hands snapped up to a position of surrender and her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

Josh gave her a moment to recover, knowing full well she'd need it after that. She did seem to recover rather quickly though her eyes never left the glory that was his thunderous, veiny, leaking manhood. After a few minutes her hand drifted the cheek the took the blow and began to gently caress the shimmering patch of translucent precum that was left behind in the brief contact.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently but firmly as he tried to rouse her from the powerful, trance like reverie the phallic eruption and meeting of their flesh had put her in.

"Yeah..." She said in a daze. "Yeah." She repeated this time with more surety. "It just... Y'know... It caught me off guard." As she slowly returned to the world she continued.

"So, um, I don't have any, you know... Um, condoms. I mean I have a few, but I don't think it'll fit. I mean I don't think they're big enough for your... thing ..." The whole time they spoke her eyes remained fixed on his rod as it's musky amrita that continued to flow. "I mean if you have some I don't mind... I mean it really might not... B-But I'm sure it'd... Um, so do you have any?"

He hadn't thought of that. He was surprised she was so game for the idea of getting fucked by him. Under the rules he wrote earlier she could choose to handle him however she wanted. Apparently though her attraction to him was genuine. Before he got to big a head though he did remind himself that it might have been a while for her. He was disappointed when she brought up the condoms though. It was prudent of course. None of his rules really broached the subjects of birth control and STIs and a nurse was hardly going to be unsafe. He pulled out his wallet and prayed. He didn't normally carry condoms on him unless he had date. But in this new world maybe...

Nope. His wallet had his credit cards, drivers license, and a few bucks in cash. But sadly no condoms.

"I-It's okay." The Indian woman spoke softly. "I'm... I'm disappointed too, but trust me I can still take care of you. It's been a while and I've never had one l-like this... But I still know what I'm doing."

Lavanya's hands drifted tentatively towards their respective targets. Her left moved up towards his tip. It just barely ghosted along it tracing it's curves and shapes with her finger tips as she slowly drew more and more of his precum from his tip. As it began to flow more urgently she slowly spread it over the glans and let it drip down his length providing whatever lubrication was needed for what came next. Her right glided down his shaft, fingers delicately whispering along the sensitive flesh of his underside till it finally reached its goals. She began on his right ball. Palming, cupping, and rubbing it lightly before moving to the left then back again. Her slight hands proved unable to hold them both at once, but she still made sure they both felt equally pleasured.

As she continued to work on him her left hands actions slowly morphed from light teasing to a gentle stroking. Her hand had no chance to begird his ludicrous, masculine girth. But the pressure she applied was extremely pleasant nonetheless. Josh resolved to simply close his eyes and enjoy the attentions of this knockout Indian milf.

Just as he closed his eyes though a new feeling leaped through his cock. The slick and sweet sensation of her tongue gliding over every detail of his cock's head. In this moment she seemed completely devoted to and absorbed by the task at hand. Before Josh could stop himself his right hand reached out and began to stroke her hair. Hopefully this wouldn't come of as creepy. In an ordinary intimate moment running your fingers through your partner's hair was normal. He worried that maybe in this more casual setting it might come off as weird.

And Josh felt an **** sense of disappointment when her left hand, which had been gently pumping his shaft, grabbed his wrist. She began to pull his hand away from her hair, but rather than putting it back at his side she pulled it down. It flowed over her shoulder blades and lower back. Before finally passing the small of her back and resting on the ass which he so relished. Once it rested there she pulled her mouth away from his tip and began pumping his cock with both hands.

"You're sweet, but if you're going to stoke something..." She said giving him a look that was both dirty and sheepish.

"Really?" His incredulity rang forth.

"Y-Yeah. I... I saw you checking it out. If we were somewhere a little more private I'd show it to you." As she said this his cock twitched. "I'm sure that'd help you finish. But for now we'll just have to settle for some groping." As she spoke the gently swayed her ass against his palm. Josh was so lost in the moment he almost didn't catch that they were both apparently settling for him grabbing her ass through her jeans. Lavanya must have either been genuinely attracted to him or really turned on. Maybe it was a bit of both.

Josh would think more about that in a moment. For now he would focus on the feel of her ass that some how found the perfect midway point between firmness and yielding plushness. He especially liked the warmth that radiated from inside her pants. And maybe it was just his imagination, but he swore he could feel a more intense, wet heat coming from behind her inseam where her unseen pussy lay. This heat was matched by her hands that continued stroke his shaft with renewed vigor. And her mouth that continued to lick and began to more than occasionally suckle on his tip.

Josh was convinced it couldn't get better than this. Having this woman who had previously been a little intimidating now eagerly serving his new giant cock with her new tiny hands and mouth was magical. He was convinced it couldn't get any better. Lavanya proved him wrong.

The bus slowed to a stop which made Lavanya glance up and check where they were. After she looked at the street they had reached she seemed to contemplate something. She bit her lip and glanced round at the few other people on the bus. Most of them were trying to look else where. The driver was of course focusing on the road. A few were intensely staring at their phoned. Two women seemed to be glancing up at him out of the corner of their eyes. One was out right staring at them and their erotic actions. In the end Lavanya made up her mind as she looked him the eye. Then she go of his cock and backed away.

Josh felt a stone drop in his stomach. Was she done? Was she giving up? Was he going to be stuck like this? Cold desperation ran through his veins as he searched her face for some answer. But she was pointedly not looking at him. The blush that had never really left her face intensified dramatically as she froze in place; motionless as a statue save for her breathing.

Then she snapped into motion. Her hands shot to the hem of her shirt before yanking it (and the plain white bra she had apparently been wearing) up to her chin. Exposing her slender abdomen, her elegant back and most importantly (at least to Josh) her two firm breasts.

This sight was so carnaly delightful that he almost wasn't caught off guard. He was, but this shock didn't stop him from drinking in her newly displayed form. As he suspected her breasts were only barely average in size. They were well shaped though. Sitting high on her chest with almost no sag, they were almost perfectly round and symmetrical. The highlights of her breasts, like most women's, we're her nipples. Their scrumptious chocolate color complemented the smooth caramel mounds they capped. Best of all though was the way the stood proudly erect, a clear sign of the pleasure she was taking in her actions.

And as soon as her shirt was up she pounced. Practically throwing herself into his lap, she latched onto his stupendous cock. Her lips raced for his tip and after some effort managed to take his entire head into her miniaturized mouth. Josh was a little disappointed when her skilled hands didn't return, but he could hardly complain when they instead were used to support her small breasts in their futile attempt to surround his his shaft.

These feelings that coursed to him through his dick were rapturous. Everything from the pleasant friction against her warm, smooth, firm stomach, to the pillowy snugness of her breasts now made slick with precum and saliva, to her scalding hot mouth that wildly slurped and sucked on his tip all cascaded into one another forming a singular, overwhelming stimulus Josh could only describe later in a single word.

Pleasure. Pure, simple, unadulterated pleasure.

But it wasn't only the touch her flesh on his that delighted and excited him. In her actions Lavanya had formed a stunningly titillating tableau of raw sexuality in action. Her entire body moved to facilitate the grinding of her chest and abdomen against and around him. This **** her breasts to jiggle (as much as they could while pinned against his cock). Her stunning ass as well was given a bounce as it bottomed out and began to rise in a rapid rhythm. Her ass shook depravedly against the hand that simply could not leave it's assigned position. All the while she slobbered on his head allowing it to flow downward providing much needed lubrication along with the glow of sweat that was forming on her torso.

The periphery of his vision (there was no way he'd even try to tear his eyes away from Lavanya) reminded him he was on the bus. This was an ordinary bus ride in his new world. A sexy, mature nurse was enthusiastically servicing him in full view of everyone. And in the eyes of these bystanders the combination of outrage and disgust that would be there in the old world was absent. In it's place was a variety of looks, from shock to lust to embarrassment and, most pleasing to Josh, envy. Sure one man on the bus was looking at him, or rather his titanic cock, with envy. But what was more arousing were the women staring at Lavanya with green fire in their eyes.

Most pleasing of all though was the contrast between their flesh. The sight of his hard, pale masculinity crashing again and again against her supple, bronze, feminine assets and form was an arresting display. While Josh would never claim to have any of the fevers he could be accused of, he always had a special place in his heart (or perhaps it was somewhere else on his body) for women of color. Again this may be the legacy of his first, petite girlfriend. While she was actually fairly pale given her Filipino heritage, she was still several shades darker than him. And when they made love the disparity in their coloration proved to be a turn on for both of them. And now as Lavanya pressed herself against his dick he observed this delightful spectacle. In particular her succulent, cocoa nipples scraping along his throbbing, alabaster rod and her cushiony, gingerbread lips stretched tight around his glistening, red cockhead drew his gaze.

All of this together, along with such wondrous sounds like the hums and slurps she made as she worked, began to at last push him to his limit. Soon he felt his balls begin to tighten and a sublime, bubbling pressure was rapidly building in his groin. It wouldn't be long now.

"I'm gonna cum." He groaned.