You do the best you can.

"No, John. Fuck me."

With that, Irene pulls you towards her and meets your lips with hers. Your hunger for each other overtakes your mutual inexperience as you lock lips. She is the first to use her tongue, tentatively probing into your mouth. You enthusiastically reciprocate, swirling around her soft tongue and exploring her mouth with yours. After a few moments, your groin aches, and you crave more. You reach down, finding the hem of her t-shirt, and try to pull it up without unlocking from her sweet lips.

It's not possible, especially with how tight it is. She breaks off the kiss, getting an impulsive growl of frustration from you, before you're assuaged - and distracted - by the sight of her peeling her shirt off her body, revealing more of her creamy skin in one smooth motion. Her t-shirt pulls her hat off too, and a mane of shiny black hair cascades across her pale skin, partially obscuring her face and her bra.

"Oh my god, I took my shirt off on the bus. And my parents can't get mad." She looks at you with amazement, like you're a magician. Or a genie, fulfilling her deepest perverted wishes.

"Is this something you've fantasized about?" you ask, curiously.

"You have no idea," she pants. Quickly, as if she's in danger of losing her nerve, she reaches behind her back and unclips her bra. It drops to her lap to reveal a modest yet beautiful pair of A cups, tiny dark brown nipples perched on top.

Your hunger reasserts itself, but instead of returning to her mouth, you want those tits. You wrap an arm around her back and pull her towards you as you bend down to take one of those cute little nipples into your mouth. You kiss it, suck on it, and swirl your tongue around it, using all the most sensitive parts of your mouth to explore her in a way that no one ever has before. You can feel her nipple harden in your mouth.

A cute, high-pitched moan escapes her, and you continue, emboldened. You reach your other hand up to her chest, gently squeezing and caressing, paying special attention to where the firmness of her flat stomach transitions to the soft swell of her breasts. She moans again, throwing her head back in ecstasy, and grabs the back of your head, holding your mouth against her chest.

Your cock is still straining against your pants, and having to bend down to reach her nipples isn't completely comfortable, so you pull her even closer, lifting and spinning her onto your lap so fast that she lets out a surprised "Eep!" Her knees hit the fabric of the bus seat on either side of you, and you look up to watch her reaction as her pelvis rests against yours and she realizes what that hard feeling is, pressing against her crotch through her panties.

"Oh my god," she whispers. Her blush has taken over her face and is moving down the top of her chest. Suddenly remembering where you are, and embarrassed by the idea of an audience, she looks around. She's so short that, even sitting your lap, only the very tops of her shoulders are visible above the seat, but the people in the seats directly around you can absolutely see what's going on, especially those across the aisle. The other students on the bus are mostly ignoring you, though. As you look, you see a few exceptions. Priya, a cute Indian girl, is pretending to ignore you, but you see her eyes occasionally dart over to you and then away when she sees you looking at her. And Emma, the A-student who gave you an A+ handjob yesterday, is watching intently. When she catches your eye she smiles at you and bites her lip.

"Oh my god, they can totally see us." You look back to tiny, red-faced Irene, perched across your hips.

"So what?" you reply. "Let them watch. Let them be jealous." You run you hand up her bare back and she shivers.

She's clearly turned on by the idea of people watching, but whispers her misgivings. "What if they tell my parents?"

You drop your hands to her thighs and slowly slide them up under her skirt. "First of all, they won't. They're probably too busy touching themselves and wishing they were you." Your hands begin caressing Irene's panties under her skirt, and she reflexively presses against you, pressing her panties and the growing warmth behind them against your bound erection. "And secondly, so what if they do? So what if they tell your parents that their sweet, innocent, 18-year-old daughter was stripped and defiled on the bus? That they watched your parents' baby girl get ruthlessly perverted and used like a sex doll?" Irene begins to pant heavily and grind shamelessly against you. "What do you think they'll do?"

"Die of shame," Irene replies breathlessly, her own shame mixing with her growing arousal.

"Maybe," you agree, "especially when they realize that I can use their defiled daughter as my sex doll again. And again. And there's nothing they can do about it. Your body isn't theirs anymore. It's mine, to do with as I will."

"Ohhhh, fuck, John," Irene groans as she tries to grind against you even harder. You withdraw your hands from her hips, and she wordlessly whines in protest, until you pull the hem of your pants down, freeing your cock to press against her pussy, only an increasingly-wet pair of panties in between her and being ravaged.

You put your hands back on her thighs. "Pull your panties to the side. Let me feel how hot and wet your 'innocence' is." Biting her lip, she does so, reaching down under her skirt and diverting that one thin barrier between you. In so doing, her fingers brush against your cock, and she prods it with her fingertips in wonder.

"You like that cock, Irene? Are you ready for it to fuck your purity out?" Practically drooling, Irene nods and moans, "mmhmm" as she strokes your shaft and presses her wet, virgin pussy against it.

"Good, then..." You reach back to cup her ass with both hands, lifting her up as you shift your hips. "Put that hot little hole above the tip." After a few moments of exploration, she is in position, perched above you, balancing atop the instrument of her defilement. "Aaand down you go." You grip her soft, pillowy ass and push her down, slowly impaling her on your rod. Or rather, trying to. Only the barest fraction of your cockhead slips between her lips before she whimpers, "oww." You stop immediately.

"I'm sorry... you're just... you're so big." Her apology quickly becomes a complaint as her frustration mounts. She clearly aches for you as badly as you do for her.

"And you're so tight. My tiny, asian, virgin sex toy." Irene responds with a long, adorable moan, and an almost-inaudible, "John, fuck me. Please. Please fuck me, John."

You glance out the window and see that you're only a few streets away from school. Your lust-addled mind comes to a decision. "Quick, take your panties off." Irene scoots off your lap far enough that you can help her work her underwear down her legs. She steps one foot out of them and leaves them hanging around the other ankle. You quickly grab her ass and pull her back onto your lap. You both shudder as you feel your hard shaft sink between her wet lips. You both start to gyrate, but you are distracted when your cock slides against something besides a hot, slick, virgin labia. It's course, or scratchy.

You pull the tie on her skirt and pull it off of her, leaving her naked except for her shoes, and revealing her sweet, wet pussy, topped with a jet black bush. The source of your discomfort.

She sees what you're looking at. "I'm sorry, my parents would have killed me if I shaved like some kind of... slut..." Curse her parents once again. You brush the hair up and slide your cock down, nestling your shaft firmly between her labia and your cock head pressing against her clit, and start to slide up and down. She moans.

"Irene..." you pant, "you are a slut. You're my free use slut. You can shave and do anything else you think will make you a better sex toy for me. Got it?" She moans in acceptance. "I am... your sex toy slut."

Your cock schlicks up and down, gliding across her softness, the ridge of your cockhead running back and forth across her clit. You feel your orgasm slowly building, and your little toy's moans and the way she grabs at you suggests she's on her way as well. But now your bus has turned into the parking lot. Your time playing with your toy is almost up.

You raise your hips until you can reach your arms under her thighs. You put your hands firmly on her ass and drop back down, causing her legs to hook around your arms, no longer able to support her weight or control any part of what is happening to her. Her entire weight, slight though it is, is pressing her pussy against your shaft. Gripping her ass firmly, you start to lift and lower her in time to your thrusts, rubbing her swollen labia against your cock, truly using her like a sex toy. Realizing this, she moans even loader, beginning to pant your name in that cute high-pitched voice of hers.

As you both get closer and closer to orgasm, she leans her arms on the back of the seat for support and her long black hair cascades down next to your panting faces, mere inches apart. You lean forward and slide your tongue into her mouth while you grind ever faster against her.

You can feel your release start to bubble up, your balls tingling, your cock swelling. But Irene beats you to it, pulling her mouth from yours to let out of a long, load, scream of release and ecstasy. Any concerns she may have had about being noticed have been completely forgotten.

As she starts her own orgasm, you prepare for your own. Lifting her up, you quickly slide out from under her and lay her down on her back on the bus seat. Her legs still hooked under your arms, it's now all up to you to trib your cock against her, building the wave of her orgasm up to a crashing tsunami.

She throws her head back, hair cascading into the aisle, and throatily yells out, "John, fuck meeeeee!" And you finally cum.

A shiver runs down your spine. Your ass cheeks clench, toes curl, and you see stars as you finally reach crescendo, emptying your balls all across the slight little asian schoolgirl before you. Your cock, pressed against her horny virgin pussy, twitches, shooting your seed all across her body. Your little asian fucktoy is still in the throes of orgasm, and it actually seems as though every jet of cum that lands on her pushes her to cum a little longer and a little harder. Again and again you release over her, until her flat stomach, her cute little tits, and even her black bush are dripping with your load.

As below you Irene is twitching, her pussy still spasming against your softening member, you bask in the view. Beneath you is little Irene: tiny, petite, kept under lock and key by her conservative parents to protect her innocence against just the kind of ravagement you've subjected her to. Although for now she's still a virgin, soon her tight little pussy will-

Hmm. That tight little pussy will... "Hey Irene."

"Mmmmmmf," she replies. "Aszabuggah fuh." You don't understand her cum-garbled attempt at forming words, but you don't mind. You smile as she lies there, dripping with your seed and well on her way to being yours.

"Irene, I have instructions for you." She blinks her eyes, eventually getting them to un-roll and focus on you. "Yes? Um, sir?" Ooh, you like that. You like that a lot.

"As my free use slut, your pussy-" You stroke it lightly with your fingertips and she shivers. "-is mine. But I can't fit inside it. That's not acceptable. Is it?" you prompt her.

She shakes her head slowly, "No, sir."

"Exactly. So I need you to get your tight little pussy ready to accept my cock. Which means slowly training it. Which means," you grin at her. "I need you to finger yourself. A lot. Start with one finger, work your way up through two and three." You look at her tiny hands and slender fingers. "You might even need four fingers before you're ready for me. All right?" She nods excitedly. "Good. Train that pussy until I can fuck your virginity out of you once and for all."

You gather your backpack and head off the bus with the rest of the students, leaving your newest fucktoy to bask in her afterglow and figure out what to do about being covered in sticky cum. You drift into school, enjoying your own post-nut bliss, ready to start your school day.