Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... whispered, “we can’t do this!” “Pretty sure I can.” “No, I mean I have a boyfriend – and we’re on a packed bus, for God’s sake!” “I pulled my jacket over us, nobody can see anything.” “Still… and there’s Steve!” “Oh yeah - the father of your three chubby kids.” I giggled despite myself. “I’m not chubby – I won’t have chubby kids.” “Steve probably will.” He continued to thrust against me as we spoke, and I was furious at myself for my inability to stop him – and for lubricating madly. “He’s not chubby either.” “Yet – you wait and see.” His hand moved down my side to my panties, and when he slid his fingers under my waistband and into my slit, finding me slick and ready, he groaned – and began to tug my panties down my legs. I should have stopped him; instead, I helped him, pulling my legs up and out as he maneuvered them down past my feet and off. Now, when we moved back together, his hardness slid against my wet and swollen sex, and I shuddered with arousal. He continued to rub and thrust against me, each of us contributing to the slick lubrication, and when the tip of his cock slipped between my lips and pressed against my opening I groaned and pushed back against it, taking him into me. He gripped my hips and pushed deeply into me in one long, slow thrust, filling me, stretching, and when I felt the head of his cock slide deep and the thick base of it spreading my opening I came. It was deep and intense and it rolled through me like a wave, my pussy pulsing and contracting ...

... on him; I’d never been filled this way, never had anyone of his size and girth, and while I’d known he was somewhat larger than I was accustomed to he felt absolutely enormous inside of me… and it feels so right, like he belongs there! When I moaned, unable to control it, he smothered my mouth with his hand. I knew I needed to be quiet – it just wasn’t possible for me to do so! I bit down hard on the heel of his hand as my orgasm swept me – and it worked, stifling my sounds – but I heard him gasp. It must have hurt, but it didn’t slow him one bit as he began to thrust and drive into me, his hand on my belly as he fucked me. And that’s what we did, we fucked. It was fast and sweaty and animalistic, but it met a need that had been building in us since the moment we’d met. I came again, and minutes later again, and we had to pause and remain still as someone passed us on enroute to the restroom, his cock pulsing softly within me as I gripped him, my heart pounding. The coast now clear we resumed our movements, and before the late-night wanderer returned I felt Cooper tense and thrust deep, and then the incredible pulse and flex of his cock as he came inside of me, buried to the hilt, groaning softly with his own powerful climax. After, when the spurting and pumping was done, we both went limp. Too soon his cock did as well, and he slid out of me in a small gush of cum. As we disentangled from each other I quickly slipped back into my panties in an effort to contain the damages. ...