Yes, head home

As tempting as her offer is, you could use a change of clothes and a bite to eat, so you decide that it's best to head home. Nodding to Kate, you whip out your wallet to search for bus fare. Unfortunately, Charles hasn't left you with any change, putting you in a tough position as the bus slides up to the curb.

"Oh, here," she says, grabbing her purse off of the sidewalk and fishing around within it. After a moment she produces a handful of coins and hands them to you. "It's the least I can do for a loyal new supporter. You know, aside from the whole letting-you-fuck-me-whenever-you-want thing we just agreed on, heh..."

Thanking her, you board the bus. Looking around for a seat, you notice that every occupant save you and the driver is crowded around the back end. Moving nearer to the group, five men of varying age, you sit down just off to the side. They're surrounding a surprisingly small girl. She can't be much older than 18, but her tits have grown far beyond her years. She's at least as big as April; the sight of her exposed rack flattening against the rear window of the bus, combined with her petite frame, is quite something. She's naked except for a pair of red sneakers and a headband, her blonde hair done up in a bun. Despite the sexuality of the outfit, you must admit that it's highly practical jogging attire for a girl that's expecting to be grabbed and pumped full of semen at any moment.

If that was her prediction, she was right; a man about your age is reaming her asshole, pounding in and out of her furiously as she bounces against the window. The other men wait to either side, groping her shifting body as she gives two of them hand jobs. As you watch, one of them thrusts up against her, spilling his cum on her back. Without missing a beat she releases him, focusing on the other one.

As you watch your fellow commuter return to a nearby seat, jizz dripping from his cock as it hangs from his pants, you realize that you're about to reach your stop. Pulling the cord and leaping from your seat, you regret for a moment that you won't be joining another gang-bang. The feeling soon fades, though, as you hop off the bus and begin the walk towards your suburban house. Although neither your sister nor your mother are quite D-cups, a short rest sounds good right about now...maybe followed by a night on the town.

Walking through your front gate, you head around the back of the house.