They take liberties

You gasp as a stray finger brushes over your exposed center, their hands unrelenting on your knees as they hold you in place. The boys aren't entirely ignorant to the timing of your noises, and the tall one leans in towards you, pulling you hair back so your mouth is open wide for a crushing kiss. His tongue invades your mouth as you squirm while his buddy starts making tiny circles around your dripping pussy.

All you can see is the tall guy leaning over you, pushing himself into you as he continues to french and fondle you, one hand holding your knee in place as the other moves over your barely covered breasts. Your tiny halter top does little to deter his hands as he teases your melons and nipples, your arousal clear with his touches.

You hear the doors close, and feel some shadows over you as the bus starts moving again, but they are only shapes as the guy continues to **** himself in your mouth, and you moan in arousal with the differing sensations coursing through your unfamiliar body. Waves of sensation accompany every foreign touch on your skin, and you feel someone untie the string holding your halter top behind your back.

The other guy is no longer holding your knee with his hand, but has extended his leg to hold yours in place; one of his hands is under your ass, squeezing it, and the other molesting your pussy, sliding under your skirt(not that it was hiding it anyways with how obscenely your legs were spread). The confusion of your male mind not wanting this contrasts with the arousal of your imagining this scene in your head; your juices are smeared over your thighs and torso.

Finally, the tall guy releases your mouth from his **** grip, and you take a breath as you feel his hand go behind your neck, fingering the last tie on your halter top. Another hand goes to the zipper on your skirt as you see how many people are watching you now, all wondering what's going to happen next while the guys continue slowly molesting your tits and pussy...