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"I'm gonna grab another drink, don’t bother me.” The man mumbled loudly, already drunk, before stumbling his way off the bus.
His daughter nodded, but kept her mouth shut. When he was gone, she huddled closer to the window, clutching her legs together, trying to vanish into the seat. Her dad had been yelling at her the whole trip and it only got worse with the bad news.
Their trip had been delayed, flooding had blocked the way ahead. Everyone was on edge.
Despite the noise, Will found himself surprisingly amused, he watched on from the seat across the narrow corridor. The girl wrapped her blanket tighter. They were parked at a stop, and would be for hours. The heater was off and it was growing colder. Fog clung to the windows, and she was not dressed for it.
It had been on his mind from the moment she climbed on. Booty shorts revealing the edge of her round cheeks, a braless white top showing her pierced navel, a strip of hair painted pink. Will wouldn’t forget it soon, teens didn’t dress like that in his state. Maybe they didn’t dress like that anywhere. It was just that that one was a whore through and through, just like her mom, or so her dad claimed, twice already.
Most seats were vacant now, as people went off for food and toilets and monotonous waiting, Will would have joined them if not for her. His mind had been filled with lewd thoughts the whole damn trip. The girl sneaking a hand between her legs under the blanket, her soft contained moans echoed just enough for him to make out.
At first, he had wondered if it was a kidnapping case, because of how scared she was, but the driver checked everyone’s ids. Besides the sweaty fat-fuck she called father had her eyes. So, Will had imagined himself doing it: Yanking the blanket off, groping her tits, slapping her face and forcing his cock down her throat. His heart beat with thrill and excitement. His cock bulged under his sweatpants.
He squeezed it hard over his clothes, savoring the pressure, she would be much tighter, he felt certain of it.
Fuck it. He decided abruptly. ‘Don’t second guess, just do it’ had been his motto for that trip, so why not carry it to the last bus home?
He stood, looked around. Found only a few people on the bus, far away and deep asleep, walked to her and sat himself on her father’s seat.
The girl startled and turned, fear in her eyes. Her round face filled with relief when she saw it wasn’t her dad.
Foolish, he thought.
“Hi, my name is.. Jeff, I don’t mean to be nosy but are you ok. Your dad has been quite rude.” Will made sure to smile, to look as homely and courteous as possible before making his move.
“Hi, I'm Tiff.” She returned the smile, such pretty glossy lips. He almost pulled her into a kiss, but contained himself, it was too soon.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, invading her space. She tensed, but didn’t flinch away. “My dad was like that too.” He lied. “I can help if you want.”
Tiff glanced back and forth between his eyes and the hand, itching to push it off but quite not working the courage. That made him glad, she was the type that found it hard to impose herself, of course she was, with a dad like that.
She was so skinny too, he could feel her collarbone, and began to trail her neck with his thumb.
Tension began to coil inside her and she shifted, getting her foot back on the floor. “There is no need, it's kind of you, but I am fine.” She said it inwards, unable to commit to the lie, nor acknowledge the truth.
“You sure? What was he even yelling about, some boyfriend?”
“No its.. I don’t have a boyfriend. There isn't a reason, he just yells.”
“Right. But there must be some pattern, ever notice if there is something specific you do that sets him off?”
She snorted, incredulous. “Is it my fault now?” It pissed her enough that she pushed his hand away and glared.
“No, of course not. But you need to work around this sort of person. Don’t you have other family members you can count on?”
She cleared her throat, stared off to the seat ahead, looking sad. “That is personal info.”
“Ever tried to call the cops.”
That got him an eye roll. “Already tried, doesn't help.”
“Well, yehh, you could–”
“What do you want?” She interrupted him. “Go bother someone else.”
Will took his time staring at her, thinking about what to say, what tactics would work best.
“Your blanket.”
“What?”
“It's getting cold, it looks warm, I was wondering if you might share.”
“No. Stop being weird.” She clutched it harder. “It will be warm at the stop, go there.”
“And suffer your father’s mumbling again, here is quiet, and the view is better.”
“View?” She said confused, turning to the foggy window, there was only darkness outside, then she saw her own reflection and turned back to him, blushing. “Sir, I am only fifteen.”
“Sir.” He quoted, “I like that.”
Will traced his fingers lightly over the blanket’s patchwork, she pulled it back.
“Stop that. Grab my father’s if you want, and deal with it when he comes back.”
His laughter had more sarcasm than he intended, it spooked her. “And get Cheetos crumbs all over me, rather not. And you really think he is coming back? They said the delay will last hours, more like he will pass out on some bench before coming back, maybe already is.”
She gulped and stared; his tone had given too much of his intent.
That was the really important moment, Will knew, whether she cried or screamed or fought back.
It took her a long while just to work out “No, stop it. Go away.”
So weak, so pliable. Will grabbed her blanket and they fought for it. She gasped and whimpered, but even that she couldn’t commit too. She let go at the first tearing sound.
Maybe it was a gift and she didn’t want it damaged? Will couldn’t care and didn’t dwell on it, her body was bare for his appraisal, all the skin she left exposed and a bit more as the shorts had risen up during the trip.
Will made a -tsk-. “A whore dresses as a whore will, your father is a fool for expecting otherwise.” He reached for her left thigh, grabbed, squeezed. She was so warm and soft.
“Pleas–.” Was all she managed before he tilted her by the chin into a kiss. It wasn’t anything really, just a peek. He just wanted her mouth shut. She didn’t resist the kiss though, and her lips tasted like strawberry, he kept going, nudging her lips with his tongue and kissing her properly.
She squirmed under him, even more as his hand rubbed her inner thigh. She tried to close them, but he just bit her lower lip hard, hard enough she whimpered, but opened up.
Will touched her crotch over the jeans, playing and stimulating her while he fished for the zippers.
Her hands found their strength to push at his face. Her blue eyes were wide open, face red.
“You are supposed to breathe during it, not hold your breath.” He leaned back, giving her space.
Tiff looked ghost pale, almost in shock. She inhaled and exhaled hard, then looked at him with bunny round eyes.
“That wasn’t your first kiss, right?” He kept fidgeting with her clothes, slowly unzipping her shorts. She tried to look down at it, but he pulled her face back.
“Was it?” He insisted. She nodded that it wasn’t, but didn’t make a sound.
“Did you enjoy it?”
That obviously got no reply, it didn’t matter, he just wanted to keep her overwhelmed, he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him into another kiss, deeper that time, probing her mouth from the start.
“Exhale with your nose while moving your tongue.” He explained during small stops. Her tongue didn’t move, but she breathed correctly.
Finally, he worked her shorts loose and pushed his hand into right away, touching her panties. Nothing fancy, of course, but it didn’t stop his mind from imagining her wrapped in some lace. It was a little wet too, just the start of arousal, but it urged him on, pressing the cotton against her entrance and trailing her lips up and down.
She began to gasp into the kiss. He teased her hood and rubbed down over it, sending shocks of pleasure up her nerves.
He didn’t know that, but Tiff almost never masturbated, she rarely felt safe even at home. None of the school boys who dragged her into the bathroom knew how to work their fingers like that either. It made no sense, but it felt good, despite the shame and fear on the edge of her mind. They both felt her arousal, her feverish nethers staining her underwear in response to his touch.
It was her first time feeling sexual like that, a stranger's hand in a public place. And it was only getting worse, it would overwhelm her if he kept going, she could tell that much.
“Can’t we just kiss?” She begged him, grabbing the arm rubbing her.
Will ignored her, and threw the blanket over their legs. “Lick this!” He ordered, presenting the wet fingers that had been on her.
Tiff had a good idea what he meant to do, and she was scared, but not that scared. They were in public with people everywhere if she screamed loud enough. It wasn’t like dad’s rampages in the dead of night.
A part of her could hear her dad yelling too, calling her a whole and blaming her for it.
Will shoved his hand on her face, she was taking too long. Her lips parted and took the wet fingers, tasting herself. It was new and salty and she did her best.
“Good, well done.” The fingers retracted and she remained there, stunned.
It was the first positive thing she had heard the whole week.
The fingers went down the blanket and into her panties this time, cold and wet, but she was wet too, she realized just how much when he touched her entrance. Fear struck her suddenly; she grabbed his arm clawing over his light jacket. “Please. be gentle.”
Will stared at her like she was crazy. Rubbing slow circles to accustom her to the touch. “Why not ask me to not do it? You want it after all, don’t you, little whore?”
“No I just–” He pushed a knuckle in, then the rest of the finger. She moaned, a puny small sound, but a moan nonetheless. He laughed and she felt terrible about it, but it also felt so good. She was tight around it, and could feel every movement.
That finger wiggled to loosen her up, her walls clenching around him. The second finger one went in right away, his nail hurt and she complained about it.
“Sorry sweety, I will go easier.” Will leaned in to kiss her neck and adjusted the blanket so it wasn’t as obvious she was being fingers fucked.
Tiffany's mind was spinning. She had no way to know how long it would last unless she did something. Looking around revealed only empty seats; people sleeping were further ahead. It was the right time to scream, she should, she had to.. but she didn’t.. she couldn’t bring herself to it.
A stupid girl diddled on a bus. Too much of an idiot to cry for help before a whole hand was up her cunny. That would follow her the rest of her life, she had no doubt. Dad wouldn’t keep it a secret either, she could already hear the rough mocking words at some family dinner or whenever alcohol got the best of him.
Tiff bit down her lips, trying to muffle her noises and keep as much dignity as possible.
Will had the exact opposite goal, and found an angle to grind his wrist down on her bud whenever he pulled his fingers back, alternating between her clit and her insides.
Tiff kept mumbling half words, she looked about to cry or about to cum. Features twisted into a forced face of dislike. Her warm pussy didn’t lie though, it squeezed and stretched for him, growing so wet it stained her shorts now.
That piece had to go, Will thought. Counting the time to have her bare for him, his little cocksleeve for the ride.
Her nipples were hard and showing through her top, which was only accentuated by they rose and fell with her erratic breathing, her noises growing tainted with pleasure. The girl was so close to cumming, and he was desperate for it too, seeing his little birdy on her first flight.
“Is it hard to resist? A third finger may help.” He whispered into her ear. Knowing she was getting closer and closer.
She shook and nodded, trying to deny it, afraid to even open her mouth, but he sped up. Punishing the lack of answer. The wet sound of flesh on flesh became loud enough to hear. That made her even more scared, even more aroused.
What if someone heard? They would know what type of cheap whore she was. How cruelly they would look at her. A bone to be passed around to hungry dogs.
“Bitch, you getting tighter?”
“N–” Tiff began, a moan slipped out instead. Sweet, feverish. She covered her mouth in shock but it was too late, that small acknowledgement from her body was enough to tip her over. She trembled and twitched and came. Closing her thighs around his hand, burying him deeper still.
Will savored it. She squeezed so hard, almost as she meant to break his hand. Maybe she did, but he would break her first. He leaned down and bit her left nipple even before her afterglow faded. It got him a defeated grunt and a reckless shove back. Her face was tight, mouth hanging and trembling, her whole body rocking slowly in her seat.
The little strumpet was riding his fingers. Will sneered, giving it to her, prolonging her ecstasy into a long stretch of pleasure she had never known before. It lasted until she realized what she was doing. Freezing solid, horrified.
The look she gave was the funniest part, a little lost lamb seeking a shepard.
He was the wolf though, and meant to have more than just a nibble.
“Feels amazing, doesn't it? Your body craves this.” Leisurely, Will withdrew his hand, even more of her cum leaked out. She was sensitive and flinched when his jacket rubbed on her clit. That time she knew to lick even before he ordered.
“You taste so nice, you see. There is no reason to feel bad about it.” His other hand went to her hair, brushing it lightly and massaging her scalp.
Women didn’t like to be touched like that, it messed up their hair, but he had a hunch she wouldn’t mind. He did that until she calmed down. He hadn’t told her to stop, so Tiff kept sucking until he pulled out.
“Are you leaving now?” She phrased it like a question, but they both knew the answer. She was flushed red from her orgasm.
“What do you think?” Will pointed to the tent in his sweatpants. Crowned by a dark spot.
Tiff didn’t say a thing, but her eyes went wide with his size.
“Ever got properly fucked?”
“No.”
“No time like now, go on, up.” Will tugged her arm and she stood, he held her hips just for safety, but she was smart enough to not run. Her loose shorts slid easily to her knees, along with her soaked underwear. If she tried to walk, she would only stumble.
Tiff looked around, petrified to be half naked in a public space, but there was no one to see, and nothing they could see. Only her head showed above the seat.
Will moved to her seat, making sure to grind his erection on her ass. Lowering his own pants and underwear he took her soaked seat, intending to leave it messier than it was now.
Freeing his dick felt so good, he stroked it quickly, getting hard as he could, he didn’t want to disappoint her after all.
“Lower now, steady.” He pinched her ass and pulled her by the hips, controlling her weight to align himself properly. She gripped the seat ahead so hard one of her fake nails broke, but neither realized it at that moment.
Will rubbed his cockhead up and down her soaked slit. That got him another squeak. She let out a gasp when his head slotted in. He cursed, she was so made for him.
“Slowly now, here.” He pulled her in. Her legs trembled and gave in as she cried out. His little slut weighed too little for it to matter, but it let him control the pace, and he found that he wasn’t as nice as he wanted to believe he was.
He let her sink down his whole length and covered her mouth to contain the following cry.
A little pain registered in his arm as she clawed at him, but he let it pass, it was little compared to what she felt from the sudden stretch. And it was nothing compared to how cozy she was, wet and warm and so needy.
Will tried to move right away, it was too soon. She tried to bite his finger and he slapped her back. The slap echoed a tad too loud, but he was so past caring at that point, drunk on how tight she was. He pinched both her nipples and played with them, giving two whole minutes before he began to bounce her, thrusting his hips up relentlessly. Spearing the deepest parts of her.
“No, no.. uhhh.” She struggled to keep up, her legs seemed made of straw for all the good they made her, they wobbled and failed to stand and nothing stopped him from using her like a ragdoll.
The painful tug on her nipples sent hurt and pleasure down her nerves. Her pussy throbbed as they fucked and her moaning got so bad he had to shove some fingers down her mouth to shut her up.
Worse still, for her, her noises couldn’t be described as anything but a moan. If anyone looked they might think it was a kinky couple doing what they shouldn’t.
That would be preferred to the truth. Tiffany thought as her free boob bounced up and down. She had never felt so full, the pressure down there so wrong and weird, but so right. She would be sore, she had no doubt, the stretch was almost more than she could take, but gosh she was taking it, and her pussy loved every second of it.
She had never been a girl to watch porn, much less the violent type, but knew they existed, and understood the appeal. The powerless, the roughness. The dick spearing her fulfilled an ache she never knew she had.
Worst still, she was going to cum for him again, the release was building within her core. With each delicious rub against her spot, with the possessive grip consuming her.
A part of her wanted to cum too. It felt so much better than anything else, leaving her breathless and dizzy. Just a bit more of that..
Will pulled her down suddenly. His cockhead sent a flash of pain behind her eyes. Grunting, he kissed her neck. His dick throbbed inside her, spreading an uncharacteristic warmth on her belly.
That was it? Disappointment rocked her. The fucking was intense yet brief, and she had been so close.
The whole world halted as they stopped moving, transported back from their little world of lust to the dead-asleep bus. His dick still moving, resonating in her inner walls. Releasing every last bit of inside of her, it was so much.
Will remained inside until he began to shrink. He helped her stand, but shoved her face against the seat ahead and pulled her underwear back up. Some cum leaked out, her panties felt wet and gross on her skin.
“Without a condom!” She chastised him, although he ignored that.
“You were amazing, sweetie.” He got out of her seat and let her collapse back there. “Such a good girl.” He touched her face. “Good girls know to keep their mouths shut, correct?”
It didn't sound as threatening as before, but she had already made her choice and nodded. She just wanted to be left alone.
He walked away and breathed to calm himself. Will's heart was thundering. He couldn’t believe he had done it. It was reckless beyond doubt, but gosh she had been so good.
Regrettably, doing it in public made him come too quickly. It saddened him that he couldn't sample more of her.
Wait.. a devious plan forming in his head, but there were some things he had to check. Did anyone notice? Called the cops? Alerted her dad?
Will stepped outside, looked around, smiled. He knew just what to do.
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Tiff remained in her seat for some time, brooding over her missed orgasm. What had excited her so much? The risk someone could see? She never thought herself an exhibitionist.
The roughness he fucked her with? Was she some masochist?
His return interrupted her thoughts. He carried a water bottle in hand and a sly smirk. He offered it and she took.
It made no sense to fuss over water.
“Drink.” He ordered.
She had already been at it, screwed the cap and all. She was thirsty, but stopped, lowering it from her lips and rolling her eyes at him. She was familiar with his tricks by now.
“This Stop rents beds for truckers. I got myself a room.” He dangled a big and rusty key in front of her. “Room four, just turn right at the bathrooms. I will be waiting.”
“uhhhh?! Why t’ fuck I would do that?” The disdain in her tone didn’t amuse him.
Will grabbed her neck and pinned her into her seat. The pressure was on the sides of her neck, she could breathe perfectly fine. It was surprisingly nice of him, an annoying corner of her head registered as they stared at each other. Each doing their best to leer the other into submission.
“Because your whore body craves it. I noticed your disappointment before” He tilted her face into a kiss, and Tiff melted into it. Not immediately, but as his tongue rubbed on hers.
His hand cupped her wet panties, putting pressure on her pussy and igniting that flame in her. All the disappointment from before brewing and making her jerk with unwanted desire.
Tiff thought he was going to finger her again, maybe she even wanted it. But the hand left, leaving her needy. A -click- alerted her, he had just fastened her seatbelt.
“Room four, I will be waiting.” He said it again, smiling.
It made no sense. In her blink of confusion Will yanked her blanket and dashed away. It took a moment to even register what happened. Grandma 's blanket. The seatbelt delayed her. He was out of the bus as she zipped her shorts.
What i am doing. Tiff realized halfway down the hall. It was stupid to follow him, she hadn’t been bright the rest of the day either, but that wasn’t the time to dwell on that. Giving herself a moment to think and collect herself before going down.
Cold wind assaulted her bare skin. The driver was talking over his radio, huddled in a warm coat by the engine’s warmth. He looked her up and down, and his mustache twisted in appreciation. It lasted a fraction of a second, but he had appraised her.
Tiff gritted her teeth, regretting her wardrobe choice for the second time that night. She had picked it to anger her father.
Maybe she really was a masochist for being yelled at.
She approached him with her best puppy eyes. “Have you seen my father?”
Her plan was to say the stranger by them took her blanket by accident and get his help to grab it back. If by any crazy reason he mentioned the molesting she would just deny with whatever bullshit came to mind.
The driver’s face warped with embarrassment and pity. Her dad was passed out on a table, three downed beers kept him company.
“The estimated delay grew a bit.” The driver explained. “It will probably be some eight hours now. I am sorry.”
He left her there to brood over it. Eliciting the help of others would cause too many questions her father wouldn’t care about doing. Nosy people would cause her shame to be exposed, they would call the police.. with her father drunk they could even charge him with negligence.
Will was whistling by the bathrooms, wearing her blanket like a poncho. The doors were shabby wooden slabs with leaning signs, Tiff went in, she heard at school going to the bathroom was good after sex, and made sure to splash cold water on her face.
She looked a decade older; tired eyes and messy hair. The harsh white light did little to help.
Will was still waiting outside, he waved her to follow and walked away, not even looking behind to check. That was how much he trusted in his grasp of her.
He opened the door like a gentleman and ushered her in. The room was damp and moldy, she wrinkled her nose. At least it was warmer. A single mattress on a metal base adorned by a side table and a chest for clothes.
He tossed her blanket into the chest, and stood behind her. Then big hands lingered on her shoulders, and they began to massage her. Easing her nerves, she knew what he was doing, but allowed it.
She was tired of being afraid, and if he wanted to coax her into it, why not.
“Will this time be just as quick?” She mocked, fully expecting to be slapped.
“Men last longer after the first time.” He argued. “I also got a pack of condoms. four of them, we are burning through all of them before you leave.” Despite it, the wounded pride showed under his voice.
As most nice things in her life, the massage ended soon, his fingers hungrily pulling her top off, lowering her shorts and panties for her to stop out of them. Her heart pounded hard. Being naked for him with just the two of them felt more personal.
The desire in her eyes felt even more real now, shaking fingers pulled her closer, grabbing and squeezing. Much gentler this time around, that pissed her off, mostly because it also made her horny.
She kissed him first that time around, while his hands were busy parting her ass. A friend of hers once suggested blowing a boy so they finished quickly to avoid losing her virginity, although Tiff was a bit too late for that, it would shorten her task.
She was sinking to her knees when he stopped her.
“What?” She asked, confused.
Will nodded and pulled her up, pushing her back into the bed. He climbed in after her, parting her legs wide.
Tiff stared into the ceiling, covering her eyes with her forearms.
A kiss light as a ghost dotted her inner thigh. First one, then another, and countless others as he made his way inward.
What. She had always read it was difficult to convince men to do oral, so why was him out of any partner focusing so much on her feeling good?
Tears were forming on her eyes. His tongue lapped at her, so wet for him, and growing even wetter.
I am not moaning. She vowed to herself. I am not coming for him.
She yelped the first time his tongue rubbed her clit, moaned when he inserted two fingers in and came when he grabbed her hips to keep her from moving away.
In the end she opened each of the condoms herself, rolled them down his length, and he took her in more positions than she originally knew. Her father was still out of it when they creeped back into the bus at the break of day.