She doesn't cum in time and she's pissed

Taylor pulls off of your cock right before you start cumming. She watches as you squirt all over the back of the seat in front of you.

"What was that?" asks Taylor angrily. "I said I wanted a quickie, not for you to break the all time record for cum speed on a bus!"

You look up at her weakly, then drop your head back down onto the bench seat. Breathlessly you say, "Sorry."

The raven haired cheerleader's perfect features curl into a sneer. "Sorry? Don't be sorry, just finish the damn job!"

She climbs back on top of you, this time kneeling over your face. She braces her hands against the window and lowers herself. Her skirt covers your head and shuts off all light as her pussy settles onto your mouth.

"Now lick!"

Despite being very tired, you tenderly lick at her pussy lips. They taste salty, but good. You give her another tentative lick.

"Faster!" yells Taylor. "I'm already worked up, and we're almost back at school. Don't bother with foreplay, just finish me off!"

You lick faster and harder. She quivers with each lick, so you must be close. You reach up and grab her breasts, only to find her own fingers but no top! She must have taken her top and bra off to play with her breasts. They're large enough for two sets of hands, so you squeeze their bulk while she plays with her nipples. Taylor groans long and hard.

Between your tongue and the stimulation to her big, sensitive breasts, Taylor soon cums. She sprays your face and you lap it up. You feel the bus come to a stop and hear Ms. Samson call for everyone to get off, so you stop licking.

"What are you doing?" asks Taylor hazily. "Don't you know how to eat pussy? You have to keep going to ease me down."

You lick again. The head cheerleader takes your hands from her breasts and guides your fingers to the top of her pussy lips. You take the hint and finger her lightly in time with your licking. She coos, wiggling her ass to grind her pussy against your tongue.

After a couple minutes she gets up. "That'll do, John. I'll see you at school tomorrow. Meet me on the front steps fifteen minutes before class. Don't be late and don't forget to finish up my algebra assignment."

She walks off the bus, leaving you lying on the back seat with her juices on your face.