The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... dog-eared paperback in one hand; his thumb marked the page. Carlos sat on the seat in front of him. He'd brought his Jackson DK2 on the bus so he could keep his hands busy. Pete watched his boyfriend going through the creative processes of writing new material, though he couldn't understand how Carlos could hear what he was playing over the noise of the bus and without an amplifier. He shrugged. He was a drummer, not a guitarist. A pen and notepad sat on the empty seat next to Carlos.

The landscape slid by, becoming increasingly blurry as Pete's eyelids began to droop. His head eventually lolled forward. He dozed, dreaming about thick, juicy penises.

Ace was sitting behind Pete. He was quietly scrolling through his phone when Candii approached. "This seat taken?" she cooed.

Ace scooted over to make way for the sexy trans girl who'd recently been rocking his cock.

"Thanks, sweetie," she said, parking her juicy ass. She kissed Ace on the cheek, leaving a mark of bright pink lipstick. "So chivalrous," she said. "I like that in a man."

Ace wasn't sure what to say.

She leaned across and stuck her wet, hungry tongue in Ace's ear. Her hand dropped down to his groin, her fingers teasing his dick through his tight denim. "I can feel you," she cooed. "Can I touch you?" Her fingers began picking at Ace's zip, somewhat unsuccessfully. Ace helped her out a little, and his cock sprung free. "Yay!" she clapped silently before drooling into her palm and wrapping her fist ...

... around his shaft. She leaned in closer and whispered in his ear. "I love your cock."

She'd barely even touched him, yet Ace was right on the edge.

On the seat in front of them, Pete was still asleep.

She began to slowly stroke his dick. Ace tried to think about the most unsexy thing he could possibly think of, but the warm, insistent feel of her hand, the pressure of her breath on his ear and the scent of her perfume intoxicating his nostrils pushed him off the edge of the cliff.

Silently, he came in her hand, his thick load drooling over her fingers. "Mmm, yummy," she said, licking her hand clean. "Well, enjoy the rest of trip, Ace," she said, kissing his cheek again in departure.

The scent of her perfume lingered, but Candii was gone. He looked over her shoulder. She sat down by herself, towards the back of the bus. Her phone was in one hand, her thumb hovering over the screen, but she wasn't paying it any attention. She stared out the window.

Ace looked down at his crotch. Thin rivers of semen streaked his jeans. He tucked his flaccid shaft back into his pants.

What the fuck was going on? Candii had asked him to room with her for the rest of the tour, but was there any deeper meaning attached to her invitation? Did it mean anything at all, or was it just sex on the road? At the very least, Ace knew he'd much rather room with her than with one of his Boipussy bandmates, but was there something else, deeper, that could possibly be explored with her? He ...