The ride home

You board the bus, unsure of who you are looking for because you never saw his face. You only heard his soft, soothing voice and felt his hands as they groped you from behind. It's not much to go on. But you're pretty sure whoever he is, he will once again be waiting for you at the back of the bus. You get a sudden thrill tingling up your spine as you move through the aisle and approach the rear of the bus. It's almost like you know it will probably happen again, and your body is preparing you for it. You can even feel the dampness between your thighs as your vagina readies itself.

Finally, you reach the rear of the bus, and there is no where to sit. In fact, you have to stand exactly where you were when you first got on earlier that morning. You hold on to the pole, and you wait. The suspense begins to build up inside you.

"Don't turn around" whispers an all too familiar voice. "I brought some friends with me this time. They liked your naughty panties, too." You feel his hand as he slides it into your right blazer pocket. "I returned your naughty little panties as promised. now just stand there quietly, and enjoy the ride." The next thing you feel are a pair of hands unzipping and removing your skirt. Two more pairs of hands reach around and quickly unbutton your blouse. Your skirt is now down around your ankles, and the hands that removed it are all over your lovely, firm ass. They cup the lower portion of your rounded ass cheeks, and knead them gently, causing you to gasp.

"Oh please," you beg, "don't do this to me." Your blouse is finally open, and the two pairs of hands spring open the front clip of your pink lace bra, exposing your lovely, perky breasts.

"Look down at your nipples" the soft, soothing voice says from in back of you. "See how hard they are? You're a horny little slut, aren't you?"

You look down at your nipples as hands from either side of you gently start to caress and squeeze your breasts and nipples. "Y-Y-yes" you answer quietly as if you're supposed to. Then you feel something warm and hard against the crack of your ass. "Oh gawd, no!" you panic. "Please, not here!" You try to keep your voice quiet, but the fear and shame of being discovered on the bus outweighs your better reasoning.

"Shhhh!" the soothing voice whispers into your ear. "It's not what you think. Not yet, my naughty little schoolgirl. Perhaps tomorrow. For now I'm going to fuck your thighs, and rub my cock against your wet pussy. Relax."

You accept what he tells you as the truth, and relax. Then you feel the length and girth of his cock as it slides between your soaking wet thighs, and rubs mercilessly against your swollen pussy. While the other two molesters play with your breasts and nipples, your thighs are being humped and rutted as if they are your pussy. The sensations of the molester's large cock rubbing over your swollen slit are just too much as your labia parts, exposing your inner lips to the onslaught.

"Don't stop" you softly moan. "Make me cum. Please make me cum." But it never happens. The trio of molesters suddenly stops and redresses you quickly as the bus comes to a stop.

"It's your stop, my naughty little schoolgirl" says the soothing voice. "Until tomorrow." The three of them abruptly disappear before you can even recover your senses to look around. All you can do is leave the bus, frustrated again.