Drive her to desperation.

The idea of this darkly dressed woman begging me to cum in her mouth made the almost painful boner worth the wait. In lieu of instant release, I opted to continue groping her chest and let the fourth commandment’s effects build up. They were so unbelievably soft and pliable that frankly I could happily play with them for hours, even though I was merely feeling them through a tanktop and bra.

“Yeah, he loves them. Must be really into big ones,” she continued chatting on her phone, occasionally casting glances at me and the work of my hand. Truthfully, I hadn’t ever been terribly picky, but this girl was the spitting image of the big-titty goth girlfriend meme. Cheekily, I decided to slip my hand down the top of her shirt and into her bra. Feeling the bare mammary was even more amazing.

“Fuck, your tits are amazing,” I said.

“Glad you like them, sir,” she whispered in reply, presumably so the person on the other line couldn’t hear her. She also angled herself slightly toward me nestling into the corner of the window and her seat, presumably for easier access and viewing.

Something about the way she said “sir” struck a deep kinky chord in my psyche that I was not prepared for and had no idea how much I needed. The resulting sensation urged me to locate the dark maiden’s nipple and pinch it tightly, and it also put me in a mood to start getting a little bossy. Her reaction to the pinch was a sudden gasp of breath, and a brightening of her cheeks.

“Fuck, hey, I’ll talk to you once I get there. I’m pretty close… yeah… no, not like that. Ugh. Makenzie rolled her eyes dramatically and then tapped the hang-up button on her phone. “Sorry about that,” she said, turning her attention to me again.

I held up my free hand dismissively, “No worries. So, like I was saying, I didn’t grow up around many goth girls, so I might be a little rusty on this whole, goth cult thing.”

She nodded, “Guess that makes sense.”

“I happen to have a list of the cult’s commandments in this notebook, and one of them outlines pretty clearly that I can do basically whatever I want with your tits. Right?” To emphasize this, I pinched her nipple again, eliciting another deep gasp.

She nodded.

“So, I can even decide what you’re allowed to wear over them. Is that right?”

She shrugged, “Yeah.”

“Good, take off your bra,” I commanded, feeling much more confident now.

She proceeded to pull her arms rather deftly, skillfully, and completely nonchalantly through the straps of her lacy purple bra and remove the article without taking off her shirt. My cock could not have been any harder if it were made of titanium steel. Her breasts sagged only slightly, and while the lack of her bra made her cleavage far less pronounced, a perfect teardrop shape and hard nipples poking through the fabric of the tank top was revealed instead. In addition, each bump in the road made the pair jiggle even more enthusiastically now, a view I was deeply enjoying.

“No more bras,” I said.

“’Kay,” she replied in a tone almost as nonchalant as her removal of the bra in the first place. Fuck that was hot.

“I reached forward again and happily squeezed both glorious globes of flesh this time, rather vigorously pressing my fingers into the softness and roughly bouncing them as I pleased.

She began to breathe even heavier, starting to pant and stealing more and more glances at my crotch, eyeing the obvious tent with desire.

“So, Makenzie, right?”

“You can call me Kenzie, sir, it’s what my friends call me,” she replied, breathily.

I nodded, “Kenzie, then. Why are you on your way to Autumn Ridge?”

“I go to college there, at ARU. I’m a sophomore.”

“Oh good, we’re going there for the same reason then,” I replied conversationally, “I’ll just be a freshman, though.”

“Oh okay,” she said, her breathing becoming more and more labored as time went on. Her cheeks were bright red now and she simply could not keep her icy blues off my package. “I could show you around if you want. I’ll do a better job than the orientation, trust me.”

“All right, cool. That sounds like a good idea,” I replied then slid my hands down under her massive melons and grabbed the bottom of her top. I just had to see what they looked like, so I unceremoniously lifted up the shirt. It had only just occurred to me that we weren’t alone on the bus, but thankfully I was pretty sure nobody else was around us, and the seats were tall enough that nobody would be able to see what we were doing unless they were standing in the aisle.

Her breasts popped free from the confines of her tanktop and I was instantly delighted by the sight of them. They were glorious and beautiful tear-shaped mountains of flesh topped with bright pink nipples and areolas the size of my palms, a comparison I made physically almost as soon as they were unleashed.

“God, they’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” she replied, hazily, “so, uh, what dorm are you staying at?”

I began idly poking the goth’s perky nipples with my index fingers, playfully pushing them into the titflesh as I tried to jog my memory, “Uh, delta, I think.”

“Oh, that’s mine too.”

This interested me, “The dorms are co-ed?”

Makenzie nodded, “Yeah, been that way ever since the new dean got there a few years ago. Apparently, it was a big deal for a while, but everyone’s settled down now. What room number?” She was panting quite laboriously now, her hot breath occasionally brushing against my face as I manhandled her mammaries.

“213, I think,” I said and then, getting bolder now, brought a hand down on her tits with a resounding smack.

She actually let out a moan at this treatment, “Fuck! That’s my room too, actually.”

This busty dark maiden was going to be my roommate? Frankly even if I didn’t just discover that I was the messiah of a gothic cult I would have been elated at this discovery. I joyously bounced her tits in my hands to celebrate.

“Mmh… my friends are going to be so pissed when they find out I’m staying in the same room as Jack Lantern.” By this point, Makenzie’s words were even beginning to get slightly slurred, and she swallowed hard before speaking again, “Hey do mind if um… well, I’m really thirsty and, uh…”

Here it was, the moment I had been waiting for this whole time. “Yeah?” I decided to tease her and feign ignorance on the matter. Thanks to the fourth commandment I knew exactly what she wanted, but the opportunity of toying with her was too hot to turn down.

“Well I figured since, you know, you’re here and all that maybe I could… well…” she was pointedly not making eye contact, and her cheeks were flushed with more than just libido as she let out a long sigh.

“Go on,” I urged. I wasn’t going to let her get away with half-assing it, I wanted her to say it. As I waited, I got even rougher with her tits, squeezing, occasionally smacking them, and pinching and twisting her nipples.

“Fuck, dude, I just… can I… can I drink some of your cum, sir?”

There it was, exactly what I was hoping for.