May relaxed and slowly eased down on Jason’s man meat. She felt his sex slide between her labia and enter her vagina. She groaned as his pole stretched her like never before. At first, there was pain. She paused, letting her pussy become accustomed to this unrivalled invasion.
“Does that feel good?”
“Oh god,” she moaned, “oh god! Oh god, yes!”
Her vision blurred. Her head dropped to his shoulder. She wrapped both of her arms around Jason’s neck. She lowered herself further, her pussy straining to accommodate his tool. The bus hit a pothole. She hissed as she dropped, accepting all of him into her married pussy.
Jason flexed and began a slow in and out. He was aware that May was merely holding on, letting him do all the work. That was fine for now. She was so tight he needed to fight to keep from coming. He moved the finger of one hand closer to her anus. He began slowly rubbing her starfish.
“I want you to say fuck me.”
May giggled as she felt his tool slide easily in her depths, exciting every nerve in her pussy. She looked deep into his eyes. That is what we are doing, like a bull mounting a cow in season. We are fucking. No lovemaking. Just hot anonymous fucking.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
He firmly gripped her ass cheeks and began moving her up and down.
“Does that feel good?’
“It…it hurts…a little, but yes, yes it feels good!”
“I’m going to let you set the pace. Pretend you are sliding back and forth on a chair.”
May obeyed and felt his cock sliding back and forth in her pussy. She thought she could feel the head of his cock pushing against her cervix. A slight queasiness caused her to try to remember an important fact. It felt too good. She had never been this full and the sensations were incredible. Frantically she began moving faster.
“Easy, easy,” Jason cautioned,” I’m not going anywhere. This is all about you.”
About me, she thought. He said it was all about me! With Henry, it had always been about him. A quick finger fuck to get her wet then he would climb on top and before she got into it, he would grunt and come.
As she slowed, she felt his finger sliding up and down her anus. A part of her was embarrassed and a little disgusted that he was playing with her asshole.
“You are choking me,” Jason laughed, “not so tight!”
“Ahh, I’m sorry,” May moaned, loosening her death grip on his neck “I just…just…”
Jason pressed his index finger against May’s asshole. It slipped in to the first joint and stopped.
May froze. “What are you doing?”
“Just relax, baby, just relax!”
Jason worked that first finger joint slowly in and out of May’s asshole. He added a slight corkscrew twist to open her up. He could feel her natural lubrication increasing.
I…I…I don’t…I don’t think,” May groaned. She was apprehensive about his finger in her ass. It seemed so dirty, so over the top. Her sphincter muscles reflexively tightened and loosened, reacting to this unexpected invasion. She wanted him to stop. However, his cock throbbing in her pussy diminished her inhibitions against this deeply held taboo. It did not feel that bad, she thought, just different. She grunted as the second joint of his finger slid into her anus. May closed her eyes and touched her forehead to his. She could hear the squishy sound of their lovemaking.
“Does it hurt, “Jason asked?
“No,” May said haltingly, “it just feels…different!”
May continued rocking slowly on his dick, reveling in the full feeling. Mini orgasms continue to wrack her body, causing her to quiver almost uncontrollably. During one of these orgasms, Jason pushed his finger in her ass past the second joint. May’s mouth opened in a silent scream. She placed her mouth on Jason’s and kissed him long and deep. She found that when she rocked back and forth on his cock, his finger moved in and out of her ass. The feeling progressed from odd to erotic.
“Dear fucking god that feels good!”
Her world blurred and contracted. There was nothing else in the world but his cock in her pussy and his finger ravishing her ass. Shock after orgasmic shock shook her as she moved toward her orgasm.
All most impossibly, she felt him growing in her. The throbbing was pronounced, more urgent, the thrusting harder, quicker. His swelling cock set her nerve endings on fire. Her head rocked back, sweating streaming from her face, her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt him release in her. It forced her own orgasms sending her into paroxysms of pleasure as they reached their peaks together. Even after they orgasmed, May continued her slow undulations.
They made love twice more before they were both too exhausted to continue. They took turns changing clothes and cleaning up in the tight smelly confines of the on board lavatory. Realizing her one bra as beyond being used, she decided to go braless. She slipped into an old peasant skirt and scoop neck pullover top.
“Wow!” Jason exclaimed as he watched her breasts swing freely as she moved toward him. “You look incredible!”
May blushed at the unaccustomed compliment. She slid into the seat next to him. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on his lips. “Thanks,” she breathed, “thanks for… everything!”
Jason shushed her, placing a finger on her lips. “Thank you, sexy lady!”
Then they collapsed in the seats, Jason’s back against the wall. May sat between his splayed legs, laying on his chest. Jason’s strong arms encircled her. His hands cupping her breasts. Unbeknownst to either, they shared the same thought: this feels so right!
“Bonny Doon, Bonny Doon'” The blare of the PA system pull May groggily from her sleep. She ran her fingers through her hair. She was confused about where she was. Then the events of the evening flooded back into her mind. She realized she was laying on the young Black man’s chest. They had sex, right here in the back of the bus. She had done things, had let him do things that she had never done. Instead of shame, she felt sated, complete. As she studied his sleeping face, she felt an odd connection to him. She also had a headache, the wages of her drinking.
She sat up and looked around. Several more people had boarded the bus during the night. She glanced over at Jason, snoring peacefully. She went to wake him. So what do I say, May thought. Thanks for helping me break my marriages vows. Thanks for making me behave like a slut. Thanks for…for the best sexual experience of my life?
The bus slowed and lurched as the driver geared down to exit the freeway. May stood, straightened her skirt and retrieved her bag from the overhead rack. She grabbed the seat back for balance as the bus negotiated the poorly maintained blacktop.
For a moment she was torn. She looked back at Jason. He looked so young. Resolutely, she turned back and strode down the aisle toward the exit. As she descended the stairs to the lower level, she was aware the some of the other passengers looked askance at her. The driver merely leered.
“Hope you enjoyed your…trip…” he said suggestively.
May ignored him. As she stepped onto the gravel-covered lot of the diner/ bus stop, she spied her sister waving at her. The gravel crunched loudly as she moved away from the bus and toward her sister. Behind her, she heard the bus door close. The driver forced the bus into gear. It lumbered back onto the blacktop.
“Hey May baby,” her sister cried, embracing her sister, “here give me your suitcase!”
“Gawd, Ellen it is so good to see you!” Over her sister’s shoulder, she watched the bus move past them, heading toward the freeway.
“How’s Henry?” Ellen asked. She noticed her sister was uncharacteristically braless as they got into the truck. She seemed to glow with some inner light. She seemed more content, more sure of herself.
May turned sideways in her seat. She stared blankly at her older sister. She knew her life had changed. She just was not sure how much.
“We need to talk,” May said quietly, “I am not sure if I can take Henry anymore!”
Ellen turned and looked sharply at her sister. The Silverado swerved. She quickly recovered. She opened her mouth to press May and then thought better of it. There would be plenty of time later.
“How was the bus ride?”
“It was wonderful,” May said, feeling a tingle in her sore nether regions, “just wonderful!”
***
The sun streaming through the large window woke Jason. He looked around and realized May was gone. He stretched in the seat. Oh well, he thought.
“Ben Lomond, Ben Lomond, five minutes to Ben Lomond”
Jason retrieved his backpack. He was a little surprised that he was disappointed May was gone. She was just a hook up. Still!
Chapter 2
“How is school, baby?” Susan Beavaneax was a big woman in many ways. From her 38DD breasts to her 39” hips. She stood 5’8”, and admitted to being a little north of 200 pounds. Her brown paper skin color attested to her creole heritage. That and her startling grey eyes gave her an exotic look that meant she never had any trouble standing out. She steered her 1990 Cadillac Eldorado through the curves of the mountain road. Her full skirt was across her lap, exposing most of her thighs. She was bare leg wearing open toed clogs. The pearlescent pink of her toes and fingers caught the light.
“Good, Mama, very good! The extra course works paid off. I’ll graduate this January.”
Stealthily, Jason looked at his mother’s full firm legs. She always drove like this. He first noticed it when he entered puberty. His mom was in the car impatiently waiting for him. As he walked by the driver’s side window, he looked down and saw, for the first time, his mother’s panty clad pussy. It became an obsession. He manufactured reasons to look in the car and under his mom’s skirt. He was sure she caught him a few times. He would see her looking at him with a slight smirk.
“While you are here, I want you to help your Aunt Helen.”
“No problem! What does she need done?”
“Well,” Susan began, “she has separated from Andre and she is 24 weeks pregnant!”
“What!!? What happened? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Susan raised her right hand and flapped it at the wrist.
“That’s grown folks business, baby! Your father and I decided not to worry you with that!”
“But…but…but!” Jason sputtered.
“But my ass! Wasn’t a damn thing you could do. However, you can help out this week you’re home!”
As Susan negotiated the winding mountain road, she thought back to the conversation with her sister.
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