Yes, On the Bus

I leaned back in my seat, relaxing with my arms still crossed. My eyes were locked on the co-ed getting inked up by the older woman. An erection pushed against the confines of my jeans.

As the woman pressed her sharpie against the right side of the girl's sternum to start drawing a U, the girl craned her neck to get a glimpse of the woman's handiwork. "Ooh, that's perfect! Keep it going please, just like that!"

"No problem, almost done." The woman finished the U, then stopped. Her eyes roamed over the girl's shirt, mentally probing past the fabric.

"Oops, I don't know why I have a shirt on! What is this, the fuckin' prudish 90's?" The girl laughed as she pulled up her shirt in one quick motion. Before I could even blink, she had unsnapped the bra with one hand. Both garments quickly found themselves tossed backwards.

I didn't follow them with my eyes. Why would I, when I could stare at exposed, glistening, wet, and marker-covered titties? Especially given that these were such gloriously crafted handfuls.

The older lady agreed with my assessment. Of course. Her eyes never wavered. They fixated on the girl's erect, pink nipples, and her hand slowly fell to her crotch. Idly, she began to rub herself through her pants with her free hand, moaning a little.

A Latina MILF sat down as the bus started up again, the only new entrant to my current den of perversion on wheels.

Come here.

As the boys' bladders behind me refilled and they become incontinent for the time being, the MILF stood up and approached me, catching the eye of everyone else on the bus. It wasn't hard for her; she was officially a paragon of sexuality, after all. Her condition made sexuality literally ooze from her every pore, coating her skin in a sweat-like pheromone cocktail designed to get her a cock tail. Front or back, it would never matter.

Her clothes clung to her voluptuous curves, drenched in her pheromones. Her face was flushed, hazel eyes wild. If only someone could do something about the perpetual horniness that her condition caused.

Spit on her tits.

The MILF approached, cheeks puckering while she tried to collect as much saliva as she could. As she passed the girl and the older lady, she turned and forcefully spit. The liquid sprayed in the air and then globbed onto the topless co-ed's jiggling mounds, adding to the already existing spittle.

When the Latina reached me, she asked, "Can I suck your dick, sir?" Her eyes were locked on my cock, lustful.

My jeans vanished, and I nodded. She leaned forwards, her back arching in a way that pushed her tits out in my vision and smooshed them slightly against my thighs. I groaned, hand curled in a fist in her hair as I watched the girl and the woman from before.

The two's eyes finally left the MILF at my feet. The girl smiled at her helper, naked tits jiggling, and said, "Mind finishing up? I reeeeeally want to be ready by my stop."

"Oh, of course!"

Decorate one of the letters with something naughty.

The older woman started to return to her writing task, but hesitated before she started writing the T. Her hand moved faster on her pussy, and she quickly drew a second, smaller U on the underside of the first U's valley.

Before the girl could react, the woman threw in some bonuses: wavy lines to emulate stretch marks on the tit, tiny hair follicles, and droplets of some kind falling from the nipple.

Actually, that isn't a bad idea.

As soon as the girl saw what the woman did, she squealed and clapped her hands in an expression of innocent delight. "Thank you thank you thank you! It's so, so cool!"

Sheepishly, the woman responded, "I'm glad you like it."

Repay her kindness with your foot.

"I love it! Here, lemme help you out too!" With that, the girl's foot pushed aside the woman's hand and began to rub the woman's pussy, pushing with the perfect amount of pressure to maximize pleasure.

A moan escaped the woman's mouth. With her hand freed, she found herself able to stroke and twist the girl's nipple while she got to work on the T. Milk spurted out of it, causing the girl to hiss and arch her back in pleasure. White droplets coalesced on her taut stomach and the tip of her tit, then streamed down in rivulets.

Use your tongue to get the milk, then suck on her nipple.

The woman finished her work on the T, then leaned forward desperately. Her tongue extended as her face collided with the girl's stomach, then began to lap at the streaming milk. She got most of the liquid from below, leaving a saliva trail in her tongue's wake. After working her way up, her mouth latched onto the girl's nipple, and she began to suck with all her might, her hands clenching the co-ed's sides due to her effort.

"YES! FUCK YEAH! MMMM... please." The girl squirmed and screamed and whimpered and moaned. The woman's suckling was by far the most intense sexual feeling the girl had ever experienced. Her hips thrust fruitlessly in the air. I watched her crotch dampen, knowing that she was having squirting orgasm after squirting orgasm.

The mouth on my cock sucks with a passion. My hand tightened, and I thrusted into her mouth. A long orgasm began to wrack my body, cum spurting into the MILF's mouth over and over. She was insatiable. Hungry. Her hand gripped my member tightly, stroking as much of my chunky cream into her mouth as it can.

She gagged, the substance filling her mouth and activating her throat's defense mechanisms. Her hands clutched at her thick thighs, and my cum splashed on her top and hung from her lips, twisting in the sunlight.

"Tank ooo," the MILF managed to gurgle. Lust still filled her eyes. As usual, I could go another round. Then again, the guys sitting in an ever-expanding pool and whimpering somewhere behind me could probably use a pick-me-up.

Before deciding on that, I figured that it might be nice to offer my fellow passengers a snack.

Bouncing, creamy flesh filled my vision. With a flourish, the co-ed bounded up on her seat, her feet set in a wide stance. The older woman followed, standing up in order to continue sucking on one of the girl's tits.

A computerized voice said, "Approaching stop 42. 6th and 9th street."

The girl squirmed, shaking as yet another orgasm tore through her sopping, tired body. One of her hand's cupped the older woman's ass, while the other cupped her own breast. The one not being sucked on. She squeezed it with a barely perceptible squelch, causing milk to pour out, drenching her torso even further. She called out, "I Got Milk! Anyone need a taste?"