You lose balance and fall on the business woman

One of the women in front of you becomes unbalanced, stepping back to catch herself. You jerk backward to get out of her way, only to feel your feet sliding out from under you, and realize much too late that you're going down. You land in the lap of the business woman behind you, the impact signaling the return of your sore ass.

"Um, hi?" you greet her somewhat weakly, trying to gauge her reaction. You really hope you haven't pissed her off, especially since you can't move at the moment. The three behemoths in front of you have all shifted a few steps apart, leaving no room for you to stand.

The woman glowers at the gym rats before giving you a **** smile. "Yeah, hey. My name's Jen. You don't usually ride this bus, do you?"

"Ah, I'm Doug. And, no, not really. I had to, uh, finish some extra credit, so I'm pretty far behind."

Jen leans back into her seat, looking you over carefully. A smile creeps onto her face as she mutters, "It's pretty, that's for sure."

"Huh?" You feel something bump into the back of your thigh, and genuinely hope this isn't going where you think it's going.

"Oh, never mind. So, you're a highschooler, then?" The bump returns, more forceful, before becoming a constant pressure.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I think I'm doing okay, I've been keeping up my grades."

She looks around, and you try to follow her gaze. As far as you can tell, nobody's paying any attention to the two of you. She wraps her arm around your body, and pulls you closer, before whispering "That's not the only thing you're keeping up. So, Doug, was it? I've had a long day at work, and it's nothing but women in my office. And I can't help but notice the way your pert little ass rubs against my cock. Mind if I tell you a secret?" Her hands leave your chest, and begin tugging up her skirt. "I just love highschool boys."

You briefly consider running for it, but with the three women in front of you, you can't even stand up without knocking one of them over, which won't end well for you.

Jen has gotten her skirt up, and yanks off her panties. Her cock, freed from within, is still semi-soft. Even so, it's already huge; her cock is over a foot long, and easily three inches thick. As your mind boggles at the sight of it, she slides her hands along your ass, before yanking the back of your pants down. You decide that now would be an excellent time to dart to the far end of the bus, living wall or not, but Jen grabs your shirt collar and pulls you down onto her stiffening prick, burying her growing meat between your cheeks.

You can feel her hand working under you, stuffing her meat into your bruised hole. You feel her cock inside you, gradually sliding deeper as it hardens. Jen groans quietly, and her thick pole throbs inside your ass.