“No” I whispered back, “Please don’t. I’m a virgin.”
“Mmm, don’t make any noise now. I’m sure you don’t want to get in trouble, would you?”
The bus swayed around another steep mountain turn, wheels jittering on the uneven pavement. With each breath, I could feel myself moving against his dick as the bus swayed. I felt it press and slide just a bit as Kenneth slightly flexed his hips.
Soon, Kenneth started pulling back, instinctively trying to find his way into my core. I could feel him sliding furtmy and furtmy back with each stroke, until his glans was teasing my pussy. As he slid against my body, his dick flexed upward, as though begging me to let him in.
I pressed my hand down on my lap, trying to coax his dick further down between my thighs where it had been when this first started to go wrong. I couldn’t very well reach under my skirt without being more obvious. It was no good. I arched my back away from him and tried to slide toward his knees, prying at the arm that was wrapped around my waist.
But he was too large. Too strong. Too focused on the slide of his dick against my exposed pussy as he sought more from me.
Kenneth ignored my efforts. In fact, he used my movements towards his knees to his advantage, rocking my back onto him with each jostle of the vehicle to give him more room to work. He drew his hips back further with each flex of his hips, teasing my entrance with each smooth slide. Meanwhile Kenneth’s hand had moved away from my panties, since–with him firmly seated between my slick folds. We no longer posed any obstacle. His fingers found my clit and circled it slowly, taking advantage of every bump and jostle of the old bus to rub fingers and dick against me. The pleasure from his fingers distracted me and made my mind fuzz around the edges.
The next pothole the bus careened into took us both by surprise, but I tried to take advantage of the back of the bus and the whoops and hollers of the other students to forcefully pull away from Kenneth. I almost got away but lost my balance as the bus jolted–Kenneth’s firm hold that steadied me.
His dick caught in the entrance, making me gasp as I felt his dick cap press entirely inside of me for a moment. I angled my hips up, denying him a moment longer, letting his dick slide back along the entire outside of my pussy. But he was insistent now, one big hand wrapped around my thigh under the fan of my skirt to spread me just so as his other arm gently rocked me his arched hips. All he had to do was exaggerate the movements of the vehicle to hide what he was doing.
After a couple near misses, he slid forward and his dick caught again, just barely pushing into me. He wasn’t quite angled right. As he kept moving, it popped back out, flipping against my clit. We both grunted under our breaths.
But the next time the fat head of his dick squeezed into my opening. It was like nothing I had ever felt before and I whimpered and squirmed from discomfort and unexpected pleasure. It didn’t feel too bad with him just barely inside; I felt I could hold it just like that for hours just gently rocking in our shared juices.
But Kenneth had found his mark now and wasn’t going to be satisfied with just the entrance of my virgin pussy. He moved into me, his dick slowly and steadily sliding further and further in. I gasped and turned my head into the wall to hide the noise and expression as I bit my lip against a moan.
It hurt. I felt stretched painfully wide as he inched inside of me a short amount, pulled out partway, and then jabbing in again and again, gaining ground with every flex of his hips. He filled me, stretched me forcefully apart. I felt barely able to think, to move, to breath. Every bit of my just seemed wrapped around his dick. I could feel the ridge of the glans of his dick, rubbing in places I had never touched myself.
And he wasn’t even all the way inside me yet. I felt like it was impossible, that he was going to truly hurt me. He was too large.
“Stop,” I whimpered under my breath. “It’s too big.”
He ignored me, continuing the shallow thrusts that could be disguised by the bouncing of the bus. His breathing was quick and hot against my neck. Then the back seat jolted again over another rough part of pavement and Kenneth thrust upwards, seating himself entirely inside of me. That really hurt as he touched places inside And in me no one had ever been. I could feel his swollen glans pressed up tight against my cervix, pulsing and throbbing with need.
Kenneth rested there, his entire length inside me, his thighs flat against mine. The pain faded as my body adjusted. When Kenneth started flexing his hips again–drawing his dick out of me and thrusting it back in–my pussy seemed to cling to his shaft, not wanting to let it go. Heat diffused my as I grew slicker.
Every time he touched my depths with a well-angled thrust, my mind grow wild. I could no longer think or even resist. It took all my concentration to not moan and cry out loud.
I tried to balance, but as he pressed in, gripping my hips to slide his shaft into me, I seemed to be almost floating against him. Finally, I gave up trying to escape and sagged against him, letting him take me without resistance.
“Good girl,” he growled softly in my ear. “Uhh. So. Tight.” His pace quickened, his hand gripping my thigh with a bruising pressure.
He thrust up a couple times, as deep as he could, lifting my feet from the floor. And then just held it there. I felt him pressing into me with every muscle he had, an incredible power about to make me explode.
I heard Kenneth grunt softly and his hips arched again, trying instinctively to get his dick as deep as possible. His dick flexed inside of me once, twice, and then I felt liquid heat spread inside me. He was cumming! I panicked in fear. I was unprotected and he was cumming deep inside me! I would get pregnant. My college life would be ruined.
Kenneth didn’t seem to notice my renewed tension and continued to milk his dick into my depths with short jabs of his hips. And then with a sigh he relaxed, resting his forehead on my shoulder. His dick was still deep inside me, plugging me, holding his cum inside me.
“I’m not on birth control,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
“It’s okay,” Kenneth whispered into my shoulder, his voice tinged with amusement again, “I’ll take care of it.”
I could feel his dick softening by a degree. The discomfort of his dick stretching my virgin pussy to my max was replaced by the trickle of wetness down my thigh. Still, Kenneth did not shift or pull out of me. I wondered what kind of mess there would be when he did. I felt he wanted to plug me for as long as possible–keep his dick, and his cum–inside his conquest as long as possible.
I wriggled in his lap as Kenneth’s dick softened, hoping to free myself from both his shaft and his grip. Unfortunately, as I did so I realized why he had not pulled out of me. My wriggling was making him grow hard again.
“Noooo,” she groaned.
“Yes,” he murmured in my ear, “just relax and enjoy it.”
Still disguising his movement with the jostling of the bus, Kenneth started to flex his hips against me again. With each thrust his shaft hardened. Now slick with both my fluids and his first load of cum, his passage was even easier. The added wetness was also reliving some of the discomfort for me. His free hand bobbed down to my vulva again, massaging my clit with his free hand.
Warmth and pressure was building inside my core against my will. The heat spread from my clitoris to my pussy, where the friction of his thick dick was making the pressure build.
I do masturbated before, of course, but this was something else entirely. I bit my lip and resisted the heat building as best as I could. It would be humiliating to cum on a dick that had been forced inside me-and on a bus, surrounded by my teammates!
Kenneth’s pace with his thrusting was more measured and relaxed now that he had come once. But his shaft was no less hard. Other than the bruising pain of my cervix when he pressed deep, the discomfort had faded. Now it was slick heat and friction building, building, building…
The orgasm took me by surprise, flashing over me like a wave as Kenneth’s fingers circled my clitoris. I turned into his shoulder, pressing my face into his shirt to muffle the moan that escaped me as I shuddered in his firm grip.
I forgot about the crowded bus and what was going on for a moment as waves of pleasure moved through me.
What brought me back was the increased urgency of Kenneth thrusting into me. His free hand was on my thigh again, pulling me back further onto his dick until his engorged glans bumped against my sore cervix. He was going to cum again. But my muscles felt lax and unresponsive after my orgasm, and though I pushed feebly against him, he thrust hard up into my pussy one more time and came as deep as he could. I could feel his shaft twitching as he released his load–and the walls of my pussy flexed as if to drain him of every drop.
With a sigh Kenneth finally relaxed his grip on me. The arm around my waist softened its hold and his other hand was removed from my thigh.
Stunned, I didn’t move.
Kenneth’s dick stayed inside me until it softened enough to slide out of me in a rush of fluid. Then, without a word he shifted his gym shorts and tucked away his dick as though it were a harmless tool–all still under the cover of my spread skirt.
I was in shock. So I remained where I was on Kenneth’s lap, his cum leaking onto my cotton thong which he had pulled neatly back into place over my pussy, abused vulva. I just lost my virginity to the quarterback of my college football team. On a moving bus.
But no one had seemed to notice. Everyone was laughing and deep in conversation or handheld videogames.
I shunted my mind away from my fears of pregnancy, as difficult as that was feeling the slickness of his spunk coating my insides right now. I would have to worry about that later. I didn’t understand what Kenneth had meant when he had said he had “take care of it.” At least it was over now.