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As I sit down in a seat next to some loner looking fellow, I notice the girls in the bus. They are in varying states of attire, and quite a few are pretty cute. A brunette in a knee length skirt is looking at a notebook. In the back, a punk-looking girl jams to some music. I give them cocks, and suddenly big bulges form from underneath their bottoms, poking against the notebook the brunette had placed on her lab and presenting a proud stiffy below the punk girl's phone. I make them start stroking and rubbing themselves, and with one free hand, they begin to masturbate through their clothes. No one says a word, one boy even asking the punk girl what the time was.

"Kathy, you are so bad!"

A laugh breaks my thoughts in two and I see a trio of girls in the seat next to me. All of them were pretty attractive, even the middle one who was slightly on the bigger side. I look around the bus, once again noticing all the other fair faced high school ladies in my midst, and look back.

"I wish that in school buses, girls are restricted from wearing any bottom outerwear such as pants or skirts, and that if they're wearing dresses, they have to hike it up for others to see their panties, or pussy."

Suddenly, every girl in the bus stands up, sits back, and help each other out as they slip out of their jeans, shorts, skirts, and so on and so forth. The girls in the seat next to you continue laughing and smiling while the one closest to the edge rises to her feet and unbuttons her pants, pulling them down. I give her ass a positive assessment, and make her caress it in front of me.

With another look around the mobile bus, I notice an assortment of clothes, gathered on every girl's lap or tossed to the aisle, as they gab away or stare out the window. My eyes return to the brunette from earlier, and realize her bare cock is in the open, her panties not having been sufficient for her erect dick.

As the bus maneuvers headlong into the highway, I notice the loner next to me also looks different. To my surprise, I realize they are in fact a she, as her own black pants were now complacently underneath her hands, upon her bare thighs. She has on a hoodie that conceals her face.

With a whisper, I say, "Put your hoodie down."

A few seconds later, her fingers go up to her hoodie and she pulls it down, shaking her rich black hair free. Her face is mature and pretty, good enough to be a professional model. I look at her legs and could confirm she does indeed possess a fair body -- she probably dresses inconspicuously to keep it in the down-low.

Her nature is understated and melancholy. Casually, her dark eyes stare out the bus window without much deterrence.

I decide she would make for great ironic stimulation. With a thought, I make her want to say something. She turns her head sideways. Looking at me, the pretty, sharp-eyed girl moves her jaw, then opens her mouth.

"I'm selling my panties for 2 cents. Do you want them?"

I look at her. No sign of humor resides in her eyes. Continuing, I ask, "Why would you want to do that?"

"Because," she says with a cool, serious voice. "I'm a dumbfuck whore who just wants to make all the cash I could get." She gestures to her plain black panties, lifting the pants briefly from her lap to show them to me, then sets them back down. "If you want you could just sniff them right now for 1 cent."

"No thanks," I say. She replies with a nod, then a look around.

"Everybody!" the girl suddenly shouts and stands up, putting the pants on the seat as she attracts the bus's attention. "My name's Esther, and the panties I'm wearing right now could be yours with just two pennies! Come one, come all! Man, woman, all in between! Just buy my stuffy panties, and I'll masturbate all day thinking about you! That's it, thanks."

She returns to her seat like nothing unusual just happened or came out of her mouth, and I make her pull her legs up so she is sitting with her knees just below her chin, as I think she looks better that way.

Speaking of masturbation, I feel horny so I stand up and look over the seat with the trio of half-naked girls. They pause their conversation to look at me. The blonde girl by the window gives me a flat stare. "Um, yes?" she asks impatiently. Her two friends, the fleshy Latina in the middle and trim short-haired girl on the edge, share the sentiment and provide a look of disregard. I just stare at them, and finally the girl closest to me sighs.

"Fuck it. Don't worry girls," she reassures, as she suddenly pushes her hand against my crotch and rubs it through my pants. "I'll give him a handjob really quick to make him go away. Otherwise, he's just going to be a creep and stare at us for the whole ride."

"Good idea," says the blonde.

"That'll show him," smiles the girl in the middle.

Returning her attention to your cock, the short-haired girl undoes your pants and starts stroking your naked cock in the open. Turned on even further, you change your mind.

"You know what," the girl giving you the handjob suddenly backtracks, "forget it. I'll just let him screw me. It's not like it's that much different."

"But Kathy, you're a virgin." As Kathy stands up and pushes her hands against the window, leaning over her two friends, she shakes her head in assurance.

"It's fine. I'll just raise the baby and when he becomes an adult I'll suck him off every day in memory of the great fucking I'm about to get today."

The two girls look at each other, nodding.

"You're so brave, Kathy," says the blonde, and the middle girl shows her agreement with a nod of her own.

Kathy might have been able to say something if I hadn't stuck my cock into her vagina hole. I spontaneously give my cock some natural lubrication, and slide into her as she bites her lip and winces, her two fellow seat mates watching in casual interest from below, egging her on and encouraging her. I push into her, breaking through her hymen. Sliding through without obstruction, I begin to drive my hard dick back and forth across her tight, tight walls. She grunts and cries out in pain. After a few minutes of this, however, she starts to buck rhythmically against me, and her cries turn into moans of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes," she says as her hair bobs up and down, "this feels... good...!"

"Ooh, Kathy, I'm so jealous," giggled the blonde.

"Me, too," echoed the girl next to her.

I turn to them while slapping Kathy hard in the ass. "What are your names?"

"I'm Amy," reveals the blonde.

"Gina," introduces the dark haired girl.

"What are your secret kinks?" I ask as I proceed to give them some.

"Well," Amy flips her hair over her shoulder conversationally, "I love to get pissed on by guys. I fantasize about it every night." She giggles while Gina smiles at her friend's embarrassing admission, also finding it a source of humor.

"You, Gina?"

"I want to be a man's personal sex toy. Ideally, getting fucked twice a day with a cock in my mouth and another in my vagina." She remembers, "Oh, and another in my ass."

"Nice." The two girls smile as they continue watching Kathy get fucked and her cherry popped in front of a bus of watchers.

As I make their new kinks grounded into them, I grunt as Kathy's own rear is grinded into me, and her tightness clenches over my dick and I ram my manhood even harder into her.

"Ooooh I'm cumming!!" she screams.

So am I. As we both ejaculate, I make it so everybody in the bus also shares our orgasmic experience. Soon, the bus driver is cumming in his seat, his cum pouring into his socks, the brunette and punk girl with dicks are shooting their loads -- for which they'd already been stimulating for a while -- into the ceiling of the bus, and Esther is writhing in her seat, drenching her panties as she shoves her hand against it, along with every other person on board.

I remove my blood-tainted dick from Kathy's cunt, thank them, and sit back down in my seat. The entire bus is filled with sighing and harried breaths. Kathy is lying atop her friend's laps as they pat her and compliment her performance. I make Gina's pats turn into a hard series of spanks, however, and Kathy squeals at the sudden addition of pain to her physical senses. Then, letting my pants reappear over my bottom half, I look out the window, where Esther is also looking through, only with a slight trickle of exasperation across her features.

We are only a couple minutes away from school and I check out my phone as I wait for our stop.