He takes it upon himself to sample the goods, heedless of the crowd around you.

His gaze locks with yours expectantly, and you moan in need as you feel his fingers tugging down the zipper of your shorts, his sharp motions so forceful the teeth derail at the bottom, leaving your hairless front bared just shy of your mound.

The boy rectifies that situation, tugging down on the shorts so that a small space opens between your thighs. A meaty finger, made rough by manual labor, slides between your legs and lips, pressing up past your folds and into your depths.

"Oh..." you moan in delight, not seeing the startled look on his face as his finger seems to meet something. Smirking he presses forcefully, and you could almost swear that his appendage has become a cock as it seems to fill you and press into your depths.

A second finger joins the first, pressing in and out firmly, callouses scraping across your sensitive clit, short-circuiting your brain even more than it already had been. Oblivious to the fact that you're on a public bus being fingered by a stranger - and that the stranger's friend has a cell phone zoomed in on you - you hump his fingers, moaning louder as a third jams into you.

His movements becoming harder and harder, thumping painfully against your cervix like he's knocking for entrance. You stiffen as an orgasm hits you, washing over you and over his fingers as you leak a clear fluid into the crotch of your shorts.

As your knees sag his fingers retreat and he steps forward, something long and thick sliding between your legs. His hands clamp onto your breasts with bruising ****, combining with the thing between your legs to hold you up. Somewhere in the ecstatic depths of your mind you realize it's a penis, and you can't help but think of how it compares to Jacob.

"Jacob..." you moan, and spasm again, thighs clenching hard around the thick dick as it uses your soft inner leg like a substitute cunt. "Fuck..." you gasp, and he chuckles.

"No can do. Occupied."

Your frazzled brain tries to figure out what he means and fails, spiralling out of control as he rubs along your slit, periodically jabbing so deep his wiry pubic hair scratches against the bare skin where your own used to be. The curly hairs tickle your **** clit, keeping it stoked like a furnace, but the lack of direct contact never lets you go any higher, never lets you cum.

Forceful lips mash down upon yours, a thick tongue jamming its way into your mouth, his tongue meeting yours in a sloppy kiss. Moaning into his mouth you start to tilt your hips so that your ass juts backwards, letting your mound press more firmly atop the dick. The extra friction does the trick, and just as he yanks back and lets loose you cum along with him. Your juices and his splatter across your slit and soak into the denim of your shorts.

Strength leaving your legs, and his hands and dick withdrawing, you sink to the floor in a blissful state, your arms slowly dragging free of the other riders, who look down at you briefly in oblivious curiosity as you sink onto your knees. The movement undoes the last part of your hoody's zipper, and your breasts, bereft of hoody and hands to cover them, are exposed to the few people who would be able to see them.

After using your hair to clean his dick the boy stuffs himself back into his pants. His body and that of his friend had hidden you from view, but as he steps back as if to allow the next in line access to your slack-jawed face your body is bared to a number of seats at the back of the bus.