Chatterbox Once Again
Carly saw the three young men get on the bus but she hardly gave them any attention at all. Unfortunately for her, the three young men did not feel similarly inclined to leave her alone.
There was no doubt who the leader of the group was. He was the one in front and when he spoke, the other two boys seemed to hang on his every word.
“Would you look at this,” the leader said.
“What is it,” Mike said one of the hangers on.
“Cute, little babe,” the leader said even as he approached Carly. “Look at her. I think she needs some attention.”
“I think you’re right, Mike,” said the other boy.
The leader approached the girl even as the bus pulled away from the curb. Carly did her best to avoid making eye contact but that was not nearly enough to make the man give her a pass. The leader of the group let himself slide into the seat next to the girl. “How ya doing,” he asked.
Carly said nothing.
The leader looked back at his friends. “I don’t think she likes me,” he said jokingly.
“Maybe she just doesn’t know you well enough,” said one of his friends.
“Yeah, maybe you need to introduce yourself to her,” said the other.
Mike grinned. “Good idea, Frank.” Once more, he turned his attention back towards Carly and his hand toyed with one of the buttons on her blouse. “What about it,” he asked. “Do you want to get to know me a little better?”
Carly knew better than to answer him. She knew what would happen if she said even one single word so instead, she just shook her head.
The man was looking at her even as his fingers continued to play with her buttons. ‘That’s not real nice, is it? You ought to be more friendly.”
Carly shook her head again. She knew what would happen if she answered him. If she said anything, she’d want to fuck him, and the more she talked, the more she’d want to fuck. It had taken her quite some time to learn that lesson, but she’d finally learned it.
The man grinned. “Still got nothing to say, huh,” and with that, he opened the first button on Carly’s blouse.
Carly desperately wanted to push him away, but she knew what that would mean. As soon as she opened her mouth, no matter what she said, she’d be inviting him to stay.
The man had fully expected the girl to tell him to fuck off and then he and his buddies would laugh and they’d move on to find someone else to harass.
But the girl hadn’t done that. The man looked back at his buddies. “You know what, boys? I think she likes it. I think she’s just playing hard to get.”
Once again, Carly shook her head. They just didn’t get it.
The boy undid her second button and Carly knew. She desperately wanted to tell the boy no, but she knew what would happen if she did.
“Would you like to show me your tits,” Mike asked.
Once more, Carly shook her head but the simple shake of a head wasn’t nearly good enough to send the young ruffians on their way.
Mike opened yet another button on Carly’s blouse and then his hand was sliding inside. He was surprised at her lack of resistance and he mistakenly took it as an invitation to continue. “Come on,” he said, “you should want to play nice.”
Carly tried to push his hand away. It would have been easier if she could have yelled out, if she could have drawn some attention to herself, but she knew drawing attention to herself wasn’t the answer.
“That wouldn’t happen to be one of your tits that I’ve got in your hand, would it?”
Carly was crying softly now. Of course that was her breast, but she couldn’t tell the man that, and she knew damn well that she couldn’t tell him no either.
Carly could feel the man squeeze her breast. He was looking right at her and she couldn’t help but look right back at him. “How about it, babe. You like this?”
Carly shook her head.
“No? You sure? You don’t like it when I squeeze your breasts?”
Carly shook her head vigorously.
“You must want me to do something else.”
Again, Carly nodded vigorously.
“Well, if you want me to do something else, then I think you’re going to have to help me out. You think you’re ready for that? You think you’re ready to help me out?”
Carly didn’t even think about the implications of that. She just nodded her head vigorously.
The man withdrew his hand. “I guess it’s time to see just how much you really mean what you say.”
It was only then that Carly caught the meaning behind his words.
The man never took his eyes off Carly’s as his hands opened his belt and lowered his zipper and he was still looking at her even as he lifted his body and pushed down his jeans and his underwear. “You want me to do something for you,” the boy said, “then it looks like you’re going to have to do something for me. How about you suck on this for me.”
It was only then that Carly was able to break eye contact with the boy and it was only then that she was able to look down and see him stroking his cock. She looked back up and she shook her head but she didn’t say a single word.
“No? That’s not very nice, is it?”
Again, Carly shook her head. She wasn’t going to suck on the man’s cock.
“No? What a pity. I guess we’re going to have to keep doing what we were doing before then.”
Again, Carly shook her head.
“You can’t have it both ways, babe. It’s either suck on this or show us some tits. What’s it going to be?”
Carly said nothing. She just kept on shaking her head.
The man grinned in a way that seemed to indicate that Carly was doing exactly what he wanted her to do. “I guess we keep going then,” the man said and with that, he reached over and undid yet another button on Carly’s blouse.
Carly couldn’t help but whimper. She hoped that wouldn’t be held against her but now there was only one button left.
“Should we take that blouse off,” the boy said.
Again, Carly shook her head, and again, the boy paid absolutely no attention to what it was she wanted as he undid the last button on her blouse.
“Should we see what’s in here,” the boy asked.
Carly shook her head but it didn’t matter. The boy was pushing her blouse off her shoulders and suddenly, the only thing she was wearing above the waist was a flimsy, little bra.
The boy’s hand stroked one of her tits and Carly fought back the urge to moan. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, her nipples which had always been sensitive and which over the past few weeks had become even more sensitive, her nipples were responding to his hands even if she didn’t want to.
“I think you like this,” the boy said in a near whisper. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
She almost responded and if she had, she would have been lost. If she’d said one word, she’d become a helpless cock addict. If she said just one word, she’d let these guys fuck her. Well, maybe not one word, she told herself, but it wouldn’t take a lot.
“Nothing to say, huh? I guess that must mean you agree with me.”
No, she wanted to say. No.
The man pulled her breast free. It wasn’t hard to do. After all, she wasn’t offering up all that much resistance. “Would you look at this,” the man said to his buddies. “Would you look at her nipples. Look how hard she is.”
Carly’s breathing was heavy as her second breast was released. There was a part of her that wanted to give in, a part of her that wanted to let the man have what he wanted, and it would be so easy. All she’d have to do was talk and she’d be consumed by lust. It wouldn’t even be her fault. It would be the fault of the man, the one who’d made her this way. It would be his fault, not hers.
But as much as Carly tried to tell herself that, she knew the truth. In the end, the decision to speak was hers and no one else’s.
The man took her bra off and he dropped it on the floor of the bus. “That was easy,” he said, “but I got to wonder if it’s going to be just as easy to get inside your skirt.”
Carly shook her head.
The man lifted her skirt and he let his hand slide underneath. “You say no, and yet look how easy it was. I have my hand up under your skirt.”
Carly shook her head again and yet there was the man’s hand, rubbing her panties against her pussy.
“I think my buddies want to see your pussy. What do you think? Should we show it to them?”
Again, Carly shook her head.
The man almost laughed at her. Not quite a laugh, but something very close to it. He didn’t ask her for permission again. Instead, he just undid the catches on her skirt. “Stand up,” he ordered her and Carly shook her head.
“Stand up,” the man said again and again, Carly shook her head.
“I’m only going to say this one more time,” the man told her. “Stand up.”
Once more, Carly was about to shake her head but before she could do it, the man tickled her and she squirmed. He did it again, and she squirmed again, and when he did it once more, she shot to her feet.
“Knock it off, you bastard.”
She hadn’t meant to say that and Carly covered her mouth as soon as she’d said it, but the truth was she couldn’t unsay the words and the truth was she could already feel her pussy starting to come to life.
And what was worse, while she was standing, the man tugged on her skirt and suddenly, the only article of clothing that she was wearing above the ankles was her panties.
“You can sit down now,” the man told her.
Carly sat. She had to keep her panties on, she kept telling herself. She had to keep her panties on, but already, it was harder than it had been before.
And the boy wasn’t making it any easier, what with him running his finger along her crotch. It took Carly a couple of seconds to realize that she’d opened her legs for him and it was only then that she tried to slam them shut, but already, the boy had noticed. “Hey, guys,” he said. “I think she likes this.”
No, Carly told herself. No. Don’t say anything. Don’t ...
“You better stop.”
Traitor, Carly thought about herself. She’d been doing so good. She hadn’t said anything and then she slipped, and now, here she was, saying even more and she knew why. There was a part of her that wanted to give in to the way her words were making her react.
“Did you hear her, boys. She says we better stop. Why’s that, honey?”
Don’t answer him, Carly told herself. Don’t answer him.
“Why had we better stop,” the man asked again.
“Because you might make me have to fuck all of you.”
Carly groaned. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that.
The man grinned at her. “You know, that’s not really all that good a reason to make us stop.”
“I know,” Carly said, “but I had to say something.” Carly groaned. She’d said too much already and now it was just getting so easy to say even more. She knew each word she uttered made her want to fuck even more.
“You going to take those panties off for us,” the man asked.
“Of course,” Carly said. “I want to take them off for you, and then just to make sure they knew what she was saying, she stood up and took her panties off before she sat back down again.
The three boys looked at one another. Somewhere along the way, the game had changed and not a one of them had any idea how exactly it had happened. One moment, it seemed as if the girl had been reserved and unassuming and in a matter of moments, she’d gone from terminally shy to very outgoing. “You realize you’re naked, don’t you,” Mike asked.
“Of course,” Carly said.
Mike looked at his buddies and then back at the girl. “Of course,” he said in a tone that seemed to indicate he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. He looked down at his cock. “Are you sure you won’t suck on this for me.”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to,” Carly replied and even as she did, she reached over and took hold of the boy’s cock, “but you guys got me all nice and naked. It seems to me you guys would want to do something more.” Somewhere deep inside of Carly, the girl was groaning to herself. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind as to what it was she was telling the boys she wanted to do, and yet just her saying what she was saying was making her even hotter and was making sure she wouldn’t be able to resist whatever advances that the guys made on her.
“You’re serious,” Mike said.
“What do you think,” Carly said and then without another word, she let her mouth slide down and she was taking the man between her lips.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”
Carly couldn’t believe she was doing what she was doing or just how much she liked it but as much as she liked it, she knew what she really needed. She needed to get a cock between her legs.
The man groaned again.
At least with her mouth around his cock, Carly thought, at least she couldn’t say anything more and if she couldn’t say anything more, at least she couldn’t make the situation any more worse than it already was.
The problem was she did want to make the situation worse. The problem was she did want to make him fuck her so the problem was she did pull her mouth up off the man’s cock. “Come on,” she said as she stroked him. “Come on. You can’t tell me that’s all you want to do. You’ve got to want more.”
The man groaned again.
“Come on,” the girl said. “I know you want to fuck me. I know that’s why you came and sat with me. That is what you want, isn’t it?”
The man nodded.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
The man nodded again.
Carly groaned to herself. She just couldn’t stop herself. It seemed like it was worse now. It seemed like the more she tried to hold back, the worse it was when she finally gave in but the truth was she didn’t care. She needed to be fucked and in the end, that was all that mattered.
Carly might have said something more except before she could, she felt a cock being shoved up between her legs, and after that, all she could do was moan.
“Yeah,” the man groaned. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
Carly could have kept quiet, but really, what was the point. “I love it,” she moaned. “I love it when you fuck me from behind.”
“Turn around,” the man said.
Carly wouldn’t have questioned him before because that would have meant saying something but that was then and this was now. She still wasn’t going to question why it was he wanted what he wanted. She just trusted that whatever the reason was, he was going to fuck her hard.
“Shove your tits up against the window,” the man said. “Show the world what a slut looks like before she’s going to get her pussy fucked.”
Carly couldn’t believe she was about to do what she knew she was going to do, but he’d said the magic words. He’d said she was going to get her pussy fucked, and for that, she was pretty much willing to do whatever it was he wanted her to do.
“What do you want?”
“I want to get my pussy fucked.” Somehow, saying it made it better. She knew that saying it would make her want it even more, but at least she could tell herself that it wasn’t her fault exactly. She’d tried, she told herself, and who knew, maybe this time, she might actually believe it.
“You hear that boys,” the man said. “She wants to get her pussy fucked.”
It wouldn’t take much, Carly knew. Her pussy was right there on the edge already. It wouldn’t take much to make her cum.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”
No, Carly moaned. No, he couldn’t. Not yet. He couldn’t cum yet. She wasn’t ready.
But she knew he was going to do it and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it and if he came before she did, he’d pull out of her and he’d leave her pussy still as hot as it ever was. If he did that, he’d leave her no choice but to go out and find someone else to fuck.
She couldn’t let him do that to her.
“I’m going to cum,” the man groaned again.
“I want you to,” Carly moaned. “I want you to do it. I want you to cum.”
That was it, she told herself. That was what she needed.
“I want you to do it. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up with your cum.”
That was definitely doing it. Her pussy was definitely hotter and wetter than it had been before. Just saying what she’d said had helped her catch up to the boy.
“I want you to do it. I want to feel you cum inside it. I want to feel your cum. I want to feel it bad.”
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. I like this. All you needed was a little warming up, wasn’t it, baby?”
“Oh yeah,” Carly moaned. She didn’t care what the man thought. Hell, he could think whatever the hell he wanted to think just so long as he made her cum.
“Oh God,” the man groaned. “Oh God. I’m going to cum.”
Carly didn’t care. Her pussy was already cumming hard and that was all that mattered.
She could feel her pussy bearing down on the cock inside her and even as she felt it, she felt the man’s cock cum inside her and Carly couldn’t help but groan all over again. She couldn’t help herself. She knew that, but even so, sometimes telling herself that didn’t help make things any better.
She didn’t see the man stand up in the back of the bus and make his way forward. Indeed, it seemed as if she were completely oblivious to his presence, but the same was not true of the man who had fucked her or of his friends.
“You boys should have left well enough alone.”
Who are you?”
The man looked at Carly. “I’m the one who made her the way she is today. She was almost perfect until you boys came along and spoiled the show.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, old man.”
“No, you don’t, but you soon will. She,” and here the man motioned to Carly, “she came on the bus one day and sat down beside me. That was her first mistake. Then she kept talking to me. That was her second mistake. And when I asked her nicely to shut the fuck up, she failed to do what I asked. That was her last mistake. So I punished her.”
“Yeah? What’d you do?”
“Something like this.” The man moved fast and suddenly he had his finger jammed in Mike’s chest. “You like to tell people what to do, don’t you? But that’s only because you’re trying to hide your own inadequacies. You live to have people to tell you what to do. It turns you on so much to have other people tell a little sissy boy like you what to do. Your only goal in life is now to please others and the more demeaning the act, the more you like it. Do you understand?”
The man stayed where he was for just a moment longer and then he pulled his finger back.
Mike blinked and then he blinked again. “Hey, what’d you do,” he demanded.
“Nothing much. Just a little modification, that’s all.”
Mike wasn’t sure he believed that. He was sure the old man had done something to him. He just wasn’t sure what.
“Anything else I can do for you,” the old man asked.
Mike shook his head.
“Well all right then. If there’s nothing else I can do for you, why don’t you take your little friends and run along.”
Mike stood there for a moment longer but then he turned to his buddies. The bus was pulling up to a stop. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go.”
His buddies followed him.
Mike took one last look behind him. The man was still standing there right where he’d been when Mike left and then Mike stepped off the bus. It was good, Mike told himself. It was good doing what he was told to do.