The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Long before Donna Henderson boarded the city transit bus, route 834, on Tuesday, the 25th day of her curse, the public vehicle had been following its regularly scheduled route, and welcoming and discharging its usual passengers. Nothing was out of the ordinary that evening. There were no signs or indications that portended that this would be the bus that people in this city would be talking about for months, if not years to come.

There had only ever been about a half dozen passengers on the bus at that time of night, at that point of the route, but, for the next six months, that same bus (well, not the exact same bus—it, of course had been pulled out of service indefinitely for close examination) would be crammed full of voyeurs hoping to catch some of the same magic that had so infamously spread through the passengers that night like wildfire, and was still, if the rumours were to be believed, affecting them long after the events of this story.

For Lamar Felton, the bus ride home was one of the few opportunities when he got to spend time alone with Katrina Lee. They both worked at the Taco Bell in the mall and, as luck would have it, they both took the same bus route home from work pretty much every night, usually at the same time. Over the last week, they’d even started sitting beside each other, and had even gone so far as to actually exchange a few words in conversation with each other, that was, when neither one of the introverted teenagers had their heads bowed while staring at their respective phones.

At eighteen, Lamar was a late-bloomer, and not all that experienced with members of the opposite sex or, for that matter, with sex in the first place. His parents were very strict, and had superhumanly managed to restrict his access to porn throughout his teen years in an era when it was easily and readily available online. As a result, his only source of information about sex in that time had come from listening to the storied experiences of his older friend Dewayne, who was—if he was to be believed—an expert in all things sexual. Lamar wasn’t in the position to contradict his friend, especially given his scant experience with girls. For his part, the high school senior preferred instead to spend his evenings after work on his computer playing online strategy games when he wasn’t practicing his clarinet.

And then there was Katrina.

Lamar had long had eyes for Katrina Lee but, until just a few weeks back, he’d thought the young woman (who was just a few weeks older than him) didn’t even know he existed. They went to the same Catholic school, and even had a few classes in common, a fact that created an actual opening that the shy young man hoped to exploit tonight in order to start a real conversation.

“You done the essay in World Lit yet?” Lamar asked quickly, barely even looking up from his phone as he spoke.

“Yes,” answered Katrina sitting in the bus seat right beside him but on the other side of a shiny metal pole. “Two days ago.”

The silence that followed her response hung in the air like frozen molasses. It was broken only by the sound of their fingers tapping at touchscreens.

Well shit, thought Lamar as he typed gibberish into his phone to make it look like he was playing it cool. Now what? Dammit. I should have planned a better question. I should have planned a second question.

Lamar looked quickly over at Katrina as he pondered what to say next. He was noticing that, when she had changed out of her work clothes after her shift, she had put her school uniform back on: a white shirt covered with a black blazer, with a short plaid skirt. Lamar was wondering why Katrina had decided to go with her school clothes again, considering he himself had changed into his street clothes the first chance he’s gotten, a sports jersey from his favourite basketball team along with loose fitting shorts.

All thoughts of a follow-up question was lost to the young man though once he spotted Katrina’s exposed legs sticking out from the typically immodest Catholic school girl skirt. He was just trying to figure out how he could look at those gorgeous legs without seeming too obvious about it, when he noticed an attractive Asian woman get on the bus, and the opening he had been wishing for to get to know Katrina better was delivered to him, almost magically.

Nancy Tanner noticed the Asian woman as well, and perhaps paid a little more attention to her than did Lamar because Nancy was pretty sure that she recognized the stranger. It wasn’t so much the woman’s face that was coming back to her, but it was, of all things, her scent.

As the bus started to move again, Nancy gripped the pole to keep a balance that had taken a hit because of the familiar smell now lightly permeating the almost empty city bus. She dearly wanted to sit down. There were, after all, plenty of seats available, and she was one of only two people standing, but there were reasons she didn’t want to sit, that she couldn’t sit on the bus. Not after last time…

It had to do with something that the young red-headed woman was wearing. Not the dark pleated skirt and the loose thick-knit sweater that she’d had the good sense to put on over her work shirt (she’d learned that you had to do that when you worked where she did), but the hidden surprise that she was wearing for her someone special.

If you could call what she was doing with it ‘wearing’ it.

Nancy took this bus home every night. Had been doing it for about two years now and, in that time, had become pretty familiar with the regulars.

There was the same driver as usual (Delila was it?), and the slightly older woman who seemed to be carrying a paper bag full of tomatoes, cucumbers, and bread sticks home every night, and always held them tightly between her knees even though there were usually empty seats on either side of her.

There was the cute teenage couple who usually got on with her at the mall, and had used to sit well apart from each other, but had been drifting closer and closer over the last few weeks. Truth be told, Nancy had been enjoying the show, as she could see how the shy the young black man was pining for the girl. For some time now, Nancy had been wondering if she should tell him that the girl was obviously just as into him as he was into her, and that he should just go ahead and make a move already. He could have a chance tonight though, she noticed, because they seemed to be sitting pretty close to each other.

Then there was the business executive in the suit, the only other person standing on the bus tonight on the next pole over towards the back of the bus, but then, he never sat down anyhow. It probably wasn’t for the same reason that Nancy was standing. Probably, but it would be really interesting if it was. The truth was likely a lot more boring, she realized. No doubt something about not wanting to sit on public seats in a suit so nice. She’d often wondered why he didn’t own a car if he could afford such expensive suits, but then thought that this was perhaps where all his money was going.

Then there was the pervert sitting right behind Delila who was always already on the bus when she got on with a wide laptop spread across his knees that he was operating with one hand. The man always wore a thick, long jacket, even in warm weather, so it was never really clear where his other hand was and what it was doing. Nancy was pretty sure the man was playing with his crotch hidden behind the laptop, after all, she recognized him from the store, and was pretty sure that she sold him whatever it was he was watching.

Thankfully, the man had never been one of the perverts standing outside the sex shop as she left for the evening though. Those were a different kind of pervert. The kind that thought that, because she worked in a store that sold adult novelties, that she’d somehow be part of the merchandise. That was the reason that she made sure to cover up her blue company shirt that had the name of the sex shop so obviously tattooed on it. Because of the paper covering the windows of the store, people couldn’t see her inside working there, so she didn’t want to walk out wearing the store logo and make it obvious. It was one thing to be thought of as a female customer of a sex shop, which was bad enough, but it was a helluva lot worse to be known as its female employee.

Young men her age (mid-twenties) always seemed to assume that, because she worked in a sex shop, she was more into sex than were other women. Looser maybe. Hornier. What they didn’t realize was that it wasn’t the case for Nancy. She wouldn’t have slept with any of those men anyhow. It wasn’t that she wasn’t any more sexually curious or adventurous than other women (she was actually, especially considering what she was now ‘wearing’), it was because she wasn’t even into men in the first place.

Nancy was in a committed relationship with Angela, an older woman (and with soooo much more experience), and they’d been together for about three years now. The idea that she was more open minded because of where she worked and that this would result in random sexual encounters with strange men was an absurd one.

Or, at least it had been, until last Saturday night. Coincidentally, the only other time that she had smelt the peculiar, yet spicy odor that seemed to be emanating from the young, rather flustered looking Asian woman sitting across from her; the only passenger that she hadn’t actually seen on the bus before, yet still somehow recognized.

There was a strange exotic scent in the air, noticed Lamar. He was sniffing at it, trying to identify it and, from the snuffling sound beside him where Katrina was sitting, he wasn’t the only one. The scent wasn’t so much a perfume, it was too musky for that, and it was kinda spicy too. He took another deep breath through his nose and felt the hairs on his arms bristle as a slight tingle ran down his spine to settle in the small of his back.

The one thing about the smell was how hard it was to pin down. Like it wasn’t even there somehow. It was like those stars he used to stare at on camping trips, well away from the lights of the city. The ones that weren’t there when you looked directly at them, and only appeared when you looked to the side of where you thought they should be. That was what it was like to pin down the scent that seemed to accompany the young Asian woman once she got onto the bus.

At first, Lamar had been concerned for the woman, because she was looking a little flushed and harried, even a little fidgety. She had sat down almost as soon as she got on, on the bench seat across from him and Katrina, just behind the back door. Then, as she looked around furtively at the passengers already on the bus, she had crossed her legs and had started bouncing one leg up and down on top of the other, quickly. Almost like she was nervous about something.

Watching the young Asian woman and her shaking leg, Lamar smiled knowingly. Dewayne, had once told him that this was how women masturbated in public; that the up and down motion of the leg rubbed against the woman’s clip, and made her feel real good.

“Women are lucky,” Dewayne had said. “They can play wit’ themselves in public. You ever see a woman doing that Lamarr, and she’s honest to goodness gettin’ off right in front of everybody.”

Lamar had no cause to doubt his friend at the time, four or five years ago. After all, Dewayne had claimed to have gone farther with a woman than anybody else in his group of friends, most of which were made up of members of the high school band and debate clubs.

What’s more, Dewayne seemed a lot more liberated than the jocks in school. He wasn’t always telling Lamar how a man should be taken care of, but actually told him and his friends to remember to take care of the woman too.

“It’s all about the clip,” Dewayne had said confidently. “Remember that: the clip. It’s the button responsible for a woman’s pleasure. If you wanna do a good job pleasing a woman, and have her ask you back fo’ more, you gotta know where the clip is, and what to do to it.”

That was, of course, almost three years ago, when they’d both been fourteen. Since then, they’d all found out that Dewayne had had the terminology wrong, even though his sentiment was in the right place. Lamar had never forgotten the advice. It had certainly helped him out with his first real girlfriend, Dana.

When he and Dana finally got intimate, neither one of them had really known what was going on, although she’d had at least had one boyfriend before him. They’d been told in health class exactly what to do to avoid pregnancy, but all matters pertaining to actually pleasuring each other’s genitals were predictably absent.

That’s why, the very first time Lamar had ever fingered a girl, he couldn’t actually find the vaginal opening—at least at first.

From the books he’d read, and the rare picture he’d seen up to then, he’d naturally assumed that the hole was directly on the front of the woman’s body, but it wasn’t. And, so it was that, on that first time with Dana, under the sheets of her bed with her parents out of town, and the older sister (who was supposed to be watching Dana) out partying, Lamar had poked away at the very front of Dana’s pubis, unable to figure out how to get his finger into it.

He’d been able to spread her vaginal lips, and was surprised by how wet everything had been, but couldn’t for the life of him figure out just where he was supposed to push in.

First, he explored down along the slit towards the back, where he discovered a very wet orifice that, because of its location down below, he’d assumed to be her butthole. He was of course shocked when Dana had gasped in pleasure as he mistakenly, and very temporarily, probed it. He had wondered at the time if perhaps Dana was some kind of sexual deviant, the kind that Dewayne had told him about. The kind that enjoyed a little pain with their sexual pleasure.

Quickly moving well north of this butt, Lamar kept pushing to try and find his way in to the opening that everyone was always telling him about. The one that was supposed to be as wet and as inviting as, well, Dana’s asshole. Finally, he found a slight bump, and was rewarded with another gasp of pleasure from Dana, along with actual encouragement.

“Oh, you do know what you’re doing, don’t you?’ she purred in his ear.

He did?

“You’re going right for my love button,” she was gasping now. “My last boyfriend could never even find it.”

Is she talking about her clip? Lamar wondered. Have I actually found her clip? Dewayne would be proud. Shame he didn’t tell me how to actually get into her pussy though.

That had been a long time ago. Or at least it seemed that way, being all of a year and a half. Dana had eventually shown him how to finger her that night, and how to get in to her honey pot (he never had told her what he had thought the opening was the first time he’d touched it). With her urging, he had slid first one, then two fingers inside, and then experimented with moving them against each other in a scissor fashion, and was rewarded with another gasp of pleasure. Then, he was fucking her with his two fingers, and she was whispering in his ear that she wanted him inside her. Not his fingers anymore, but his love stick (just what was it with all of her euphemisms anyhow?)

Fumbling in the dark, they’d rolled on the condom the way they’d been shown in health class. In the process, he found that his cock was a lot warmer than the cucumber that they’d learned on. Then, he’d slid his cock inside her cunt, and three strokes later, he was done, even though he’d tried desperately to keep moving inside her with a dick that was beyond sensitive, even as it slowly deflated. After all, Dewayne had taught him to put the woman’s pleasure first, and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Luckily, he’d had a few more opportunities with Dana to practice (two more that very night actually) before she had moved across the country two months later, taking his newly discovered sex life with her.

Pulling his mind back to the bus, Lamar shook his head. All his thinking about his former sexual experience was getting him warmed up. He could feel his dick stiffening in his shorts, and hoped that it wasn’t obvious for anybody on the bus to notice. He took a quick look around to see if anybody was looking his way. All the faces on the bus tonight, with the exception of the exotic looking Asian woman, were familiar to him, and every single one of them looked odd. Like they were also lost, like he had just been, in a pleasant reminiscence about their first sexual experience. Especially that cute red-headed girl standing at the pole off to his right, the one that he knew worked in the sex shop at the mall, who seemed to be bouncing around awkwardly from one foot to the other. What was that expression his older sister used to use: Like she had something lodged in her butt?

Lamar shook his head again and sniffed at the air, even tasting it with his tongue this time. He seemed to recall thinking that the air had a funny smell to it earlier, but couldn’t remember all of the details now. Some things were getting fuzzy.

Man, he was getting horny. It’d had been far too long since he’d had sex of any kind, at least the kind that included another person, and now the object of his long-festering desire was sitting right beside him, and he didn’t know how to move things along.

He wasn’t a virgin dammit! He’d gone all the way with a woman before, why was he having such a hard time figuring out how to get the motor going with Katrina.

Speaking of Katrina, something was different. It was something he hadn’t really noticed before so lost had he been in his lustful daze. The young Korean woman was leaning against him now, and… Lamar was pretty sure that she was actually moaning.

Moaning?

The unfamiliar Asian woman appeared to be texting now, but looked really frustrated about it, like her fingers weren’t hitting the right buttons. Nancy didn’t think that was too surprising really, considering how much the woman’s tiny hands were shaking, and how violently she seemed to be bouncing one leg on top of the other. It was a position and an action that Nancy just couldn’t have handled right now, especially with what she was ‘wearing’.

Eventually, the Asian woman put her phone back in her purse in exasperation, and looked around the bus again. Her eyes met with Nancy’s briefly, but not long enough for to them to register that they might know each other, even though they hadn’t actually met on the night of the incident.

She sniffed at the air again, and shivered as she thought about it. It had been a pleasurable experience, sure, but it had almost cost her her job. The morning after the incident, she’d gotten an angry phone call from her supervisor, one that had been difficult to understand because she’d only had a few hours’ sleep.

Cassim was livid, and kept yelling something about the fact that the whole shop smelled like pussy, and sex shops were not supposed to smell like pussy.

She had found it ironic, although he didn’t share her amusement when she’d suggested that it might help with sales. That was the first indication that Cassim was deadly serious.

As she hung up the phone and started to get ready to go to the store to meet with her angry manager, she wondered just what had come over her the night before. She’d never experienced anything like it; she’d almost had sex with a stranger. Had willingly masturbated in front of him with a dildo (one that he had later bought), and sprayed the wall of the change room with a squirting orgasm like no other. She’d squirted a few times during sex under Angela’s experienced fingers, but not like that. Not ever like that.

What had that man said to her in order to convince her to perform for him? That it was just good customer service. That if she showed him how well the dildo worked, he’d be more apt to buy it.

How could I have fallen for such a stupid line? It was almost as if I’d been very open to suggestions, even ridiculous ones.

Maybe he had been some kind of sex wizard after all, like she had suspected at the time.

Nancy hailed a taxi to get to the mall faster, and Cassim was still furious when she got there. He asked her exactly what had happened the night before that had required that she clean the change room so thoroughly. He was able to point to the still-wet walls and carpet because the liquid cleanser that she’d used hadn’t had time to dry overnight.

Then, he had shown her the security videos that she’d forgotten about, and she’d thought the jig was up. They obviously didn’t have a camera in the change room, but there was a video showing Nancy pulling a man into the back room by his hand, while holding what appeared to be a dildo package, and then snatching, of all things, a tape measure from the hook by the door.

After that, there was nothing on the footage for about ten minutes until she emerged from the back room—followed closely by a man with a clear and obvious bulge in his pants—her clothing wrinkled and her hair messy, pulling something off the shelf of marital aides on her way by. To top it off, the video also showed a fleeting image of a woman who was unsupervised in the shop at the time. It was a woman who, she had realized just a few minutes earlier, looked an awful lot like the woman fidgeting on the bus seat and bouncing her leg up and down.

Cassim had been ready to fire Nancy on the spot, but didn’t have the authority, so a representative from head office was called in immediately, even though it was a Sunday and his day off. But amazingly, when he got there, and just as they were about to sit down and watch the video, there had been a sudden power surge that had completely fried the security tapes, effectively destroying the footage. Even more fortuitous was the fact that the cleaning liquid on the change room walls and carpet had miraculously evaporated by the time he arrived.

And, so it was, that the representative from head office was unable, due to a complete lack of solid evidence, to do anything besides offer a weak reprimand to Nancy, something that she still considered to be unfair. Hell, even if the video had been watchable, it wouldn’t have amounted to much, as it didn’t show any illicit activity. There was just Cassim’s claim that the store had smelled like “pussy” this morning, a claim that was long past being able to prove. In fact, the company rep seemed more upset at Cassim’s use of a vernacular than he had been about the innuendo against Nancy.

“We don’t talk like that in this organization,” he chided Cassim. “We must respect women. Now, apologize to Nancy for using such a vulgar term in front of her.”

Cassim had growled an apology, and business had gone back, pretty much, to normal. Nancy didn’t really ever work directly with the man, so it was easier in that their paths rarely crossed anyhow.

The only real lasting effect from the day had been to her sexlife. As a lesbian, she’d never much been interested in the male anatomy before, but now… Well, now, she couldn’t get enough of it.

Nancy had brought home her first strap-on that very night, and her girlfriend had used it to fuck her to her second squirting orgasm in as many hours. Since then, plastic dicks had become a regular part of their sex play, and they had added quite a few more to their collection, thanks in large part to Nancy’s excellent company discount.

This was the reason that Nancy was ‘wearing’ a butt plug on the trip home that night, something Angela had suggested she do, to get her eager and ready for play the moment she got home they shared. This was the third time that she’d done it, and had learned the hard way to stand on a bus when you’ve got a large butt plug in your rectum. It was something that just hadn’t occurred to her the first time two days ago, when she’d made the mistake of sitting down, and every bump that the bus had hit, every shudder, every movement had sent jolts of pleasure right from her ass to her pussy before eventually meandering their way up to her brain. She had been so turned on that day, that she had practically been mewling in heat, a few heads turning to see if she had been alright.

She had been horny that day, but not nearly as horny as she was right now. Not nearly.

No, today, right now, for some reason, she was a helluva lot more worked up than usual, maybe not even as far gone as she had been on the night of the incident. Leaning against the pole on the bus, her legs spread slightly for balance, Nancy’s sphincter was repeatedly clenching the thick toy in her ass, milking it, and she could feel that her panties were suddenly very, very wet. Impossibly wet. Wet enough that she could feel a thin line of her own arousal running down the inside of her thigh even now.

How is that even possible?

It was that smell wasn’t it? The one that demanded that you suck it in through your nose. The one that went straight to your brain, turned it to a horny mush and told your body to do things you’d never normally consider doing. Like masturbating for a stranger, or... well, she thought as her sphincter tensed up on the butt plug in her ass, the kind of things that, even though she was a lesbian, she was still suddenly fantasizing about doing in public with that handsome man in the suit who was much, much closer now than usual.

The young woman beside him moaned again. Lamar was sure of it as he felt her arm press up against his, and rub against it with every bump the bus hit. When he finally looked over at her, she was looking up at him, an expression of pleasure on her face: her mouth slightly open, her tongue scratching along suddenly dry lips, and her eyes lidded and fluttering.

Lamar was pretty sure that, from the way Katrina was holding her head with her slightly open mouth pointed in the direction of his own, that she was inviting him to kiss her. He began to lean forward, intending to take it slow, but after another inhalation of that sweet mysterious scent, he just couldn’t help himself anymore.

Their lips met, and they were suddenly and urgently necking. Lamar reached around behind her back to pull her body closer to his, even as she snaked her own arms around his shoulders and did the same. As they pulled into each other, their school bags scattered, and their phones fell to the floor, all of it unnoticed by the lustful teenagers consumed now only by an intense need to be moving against each other.

The kissing was intense, the most intense kissing that Lamar had ever experienced. He and Katrina were both breathing heavily now, breaking apart only long enough to gasp and suck in more musk-infused air, something that only seemed to fuel their passions even more.

They were grunting like animals now, their tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. Whenever he stuck his tongue out, she would suck it in between her lips and then move up and down on it like a… well, like she was sucking a cock. It appeared to be driving her just as wild as it was him, so he wasn’t surprised when, with a feral grunt, she temporarily broke away from him so that she could stand up, squeeze by the pole, and straddle him on the bus seat.

Then, they were necking again, rubbing their crotches against each other, Lamar’s hands holding her ass as he pulled her pussy against his very hard dick. With Katrina’s short skirt draped around her, the only thing covering her pussy was panties, and he was pretty sure that he could feel how wet they were through his own thin shorts.

Katrina broke away from kissing Lamar, and began to kiss his neck, gently nibbling as she went. He wondered if anybody on the bus was paying attention to what they were doing. Sure, it was a little obvious that Katrina was on top of him now, but surely nobody would think that they were doing anything more than just kissing right?

As Lamar looked around, and with Katrina’s head out of the way, he was watching as the Asian woman spread her legs and billowed her thick skirt. Almost immediately, all rational thought officially melted in place to run out of his head, down his body, and out through his dick. For the young black man, the rest of the world had suddenly disappeared and there was just the two of them, humping and rubbing up against each other.

Instinct now. Primal urges. Rapid breathing. Gasping. Mumbling in tongues. No thought, just action. The feel of her reaching in past the draw strings of his shorts to fish out his cock. The sound of her rasping in his ear. Talking. Begging.

“I need you inside me. I don’t know why. I just do.”

He didn’t think. He just acted. As she pawed at his dick, he was pulling her panties aside. Then, somehow, he was enveloped in a warm wetness that he’d hadn’t experienced since Dana.

He was deep all at once, fully inserted into Katrina’s pussy, but she wasn’t moving. In his limited experience, she was supposed to be moving, wasn’t she?

Katrina looked down at him, even as he bucked his hips trying to get her started. “Oh God,” she whispered. “That feels so good. You’re so deep inside me now, Lamar. I want to fuck you now, but think of where we are.” Katrina squeezed the muscles of her pussy around Lamar’s cock, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the young man. How she was able to stay even partly lucid when all he wanted to do was drill her, was beyond him. “We’re in public. On a bus. Maybe people can’t see that you’re actually inside of me. We have to take it slow, so that they don’t know.”

Lamar nodded his understanding, and gripped her hips to hold her in position as he mentally willed his fully embedded dick to go even deeper. As he did this, he looked around the bus, and realized that they didn’t have to be discrete at all about engaging in public sex.

After all, nobody else was hiding it.

The man in the nice suit, the one who normally stood on the other side of the bus, was suddenly standing beside Nancy, and slightly behind. She had been so swept up in her horny thoughts, and the intense feelings of her ass clenching the butt plug, that she hadn’t noticed him come up. Now, however, they were actually touching. Lightly at first, but then, with every bump and lurch of the bus, more and more heavily. Then, the contact was lingering longer than the movement of the bus would have required, and then they were even bumping up against each other when the bus wasn’t actually making them do it.

And then, there was the position to consider. As their bodies rubbed against each other, the man had gotten progressively more daring. Where first, they had been rubbing their hips together, he had now moved completely behind Nancy, and was openly rubbing his crotch against her ass.

When exactly had that happened? wondered Nancy. And when had I started pushing back against him?

Fuck, it felt good. At this angle, she could feel his erect cock as it unknowingly bumped up against the base of her butt plug, driving it in even deeper. Their movements were getting more urgent now, more obvious. He had even gone so far as to place a hand on her hip to assist in the dry-humping. Nancy was aware that the bus driver kept glancing back at them in the large rear view mirror with a look on her face that was anything but admonishing. She could also see that, directly behind the driver, the pervert had moved his laptop aside, and was now openly masturbating. On top of that, Nancy was also pretty sure that the cute Korean girl was sitting on more than just the black boy’s lap.

Then, Nancy caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, and watched as the Asian woman, a look of rapturous abandon on her face, spread her legs and fanned her thick black skirt. For the briefest of moments Nancy wondered why the woman had made such an obvious gesture, and then the scent was stronger than ever before, and Nancy actually blacked out for a moment.

The next thing that Nancy realized, when she was able to realize things again, there was a large naked cock between her legs from behind, pushing up against the thin panties covering her pussy. She should have been outraged! She should have turned around and pushed the bastard away but, instead, she found that she was already instinctively pushing back against him and groaning in pleasure at the twin assault of the head of the man’s cock grinding against her clit, and his pubis putting sweet pressure on the plug in her ass.

She moaned much louder this time, grabbing the pole for leverage even as she bent forward even more. All concerns of hiding what they were doing had dissipated, and the man was leaning forward now while he ground his cock against her, so that he could grope awkwardly at her tits.

Out of the corner of her perception, Nancy was aware that the bus had stopped, and that the Asian woman was rushing out through the side door. When the bus started moving again, it didn’t go far. When she looked up to see why, she observed that Delila had stopped the large vehicle in the middle of the street, and was now on her knees in front of the pervert that had been sitting behind her, eagerly felating him.

Through it all, the man behind Nancy pushed and prodded at her pussy with his dick, grunting his displeasure at not being able to find his way past the pink frilly panties covering it.

In a brief and odd moment of lucidity, Nancy realized that this reminded her of something. She’d once read an erotic story online about a woman having sex with a dog. That woman hadn’t intended to engage in bestiality mind you, but the big dog, being deeply in heat, was overcome with lust when he saw his Master leaning over in front of him while she was changing and wearing nothing but panties.

The brute had knocked the woman all the way over to her hands and knees, and had begun to hump her frantically. The woman though, wasn’t shocked. If anything, she had been equally inflamed, being under the spell of an experimental brainwashing program gone awry. The brainwashing had ramped up her libido, keeping her pussy constantly wet and ready—the scent that had attracted the mutt in the first place. So, rather than resist, the woman had reached back, pulled her panties aside in much the same way that Nancy was doing even now, so that the brute could sink his huge dog dick into her more than willing cunt, just like the handsome executive was doing to Nancy.

It was quite possible that the man behind Nancy had read the same story, because of the way that he was acting exactly like the dog. He had seemingly forgotten how to communicate and use his hands, otherwise he could have likely pushed Nancy’s panties to the side himself instead of bumping his cock up against the sodden barrier uselessly. And, like the dog, now that his dick was finally inside Nancy’s pussy, the man was hammering quickly in and out of her, forcing the breath out of her in short gasps of pleasure. As she wondered if perhaps the man’s cock would even knot up like the canine’s had in the story, Nancy had her first orgasm, clenching tightly on both the cock in her cunt and the butt plug in the ass.

Nancy would go on to have two more orgasms, her juices running out around the cock buried deep inside her and down her legs to pool on the floor of the bus. All artifices to hide what was happening had long since been abandoned, because all around her, every single person on that bus was engaged in some kind of sexual activity, either alone or with a partner.

Eventually, the man pushed Nancy all the way down on her hands and knees, grabbed her hips and jackhammered her to another orgasm, this one synched with his own. Nancy blacked out just as the man pulled out of her and exploded all over her ass, back, and even her head. The last thing she remembered seeing before she woke a few hours later to see a very concerned Angela looking at her, was drops of cum falling like rain all over the floor of the bus in front of her, and the man screaming out in ecstasy as he crumpled to the ground behind her.

From his point of view, sitting on the seat of the bus with Katrina perched on his cock squeezing the muscles of her cunt in an excruciatingly pleasurable manner, Lamar had the perfect vantage point from which to see the erotic pandemonium erupting all around them.

“Holy Fuck,” he whispered.

“What?” Katrina asked, her tongue buried in his right ear.

“It’s not just us,” Lamar continued. “It’s… um … everyone. Everyone is … is doing stuff. Sex stuff.” There was no other word for it. In response, Katrina purred in his ear, and bore down on his cock. He pulled at her hips, trying to sink deeper.

“That guy who’s always sitting behind the driver. He’s ... he’s got his hands down his pants.”

“Doesn’t he always?” panted Katrina.

Lamar didn’t answer. He was looking at the woman with the grocery bag. “And that woman with the bag of groceries between her legs. She’s … she’s humping it. Rubbing her pussy against it. She’s pulling at it so hard that stuff is falling out.”

“Sooooo hot.” Katrina had started to bounce up and down on his cock, a little bit at first, but getting more and more pronounced now. Neither one of the teenagers was concerned about hiding what they were doing now, especially if nobody else on the bus cared.

Lamar continued to tell Katrina what was happening around the bus as they fucked. How the guy in the expensive suit was rubbing up against the cute redhead from behind. He told her that the Asian woman, the only one that hadn’t appeared to have succumbed to lust, was leaving now. He told her when the bus stopped again almost immediately afterwards, and how the driver had gotten up out of her seat.

“Holy shit!” Lamar exclaimed. “The driver! She’s sucking that man’s dick!”

Katrina started grunting now, moving up and down faster and faster.

“And the other woman,” Lamar moaned, the sensations on his dick almost too much for him to continue talking, but the dirty talk seemed to be turning Katrina on, and he’d been taught to always please a woman during sex. “The woman with the groceries. She’s got a cucumber now, and she’s… fuck … fucking herself with it.”

Katrina said something like “Grkkkkkkkk” as she rode his cock even more urgently.

The young black man then looked over at the cute girl from the porn store, and almost lost it right then. Through a raspy throat, Lamar croaked, “And the redhead… She’s down on her hands and knees now … and … ungh … the guy in the … argh … suit is fucking her from behind like a … like a dog.”

It all should have been too much for Lamar. With his limited experience with sex, the orgiastic scenes in front of him should have brought him off long before now, especially with the object of his long-gestating desire bouncing around on his dick with wild abandon. Katrina had certainly already cum—at least twice he’d wager from the way he’d felt her pussy clench down on his dick, and the way his lap had suddenly gotten wet immediately afterwards, like it had been splashed with warm water.

Somewhere off in the distance as they continued to fuck like animals, Lamar saw the flashing lights, and heard the men in uniforms boarding the bus and even heard one of them yell, “What is that smell?” before issuing orders to have all of the windows opened and for all emergency personnel to get masks. But Lamar wasn’t listening to that, all he could hear was a young woman with whom he was desperately in love whispering in his ear even as she slammed her crotch into his repeatedly.

“Oh, Lamar,” Katrina said. “I want you to cum inside me. It’s OK, I’m protected. Just cum. Cum for me now.”

Lamar had been told to always please a woman during sex, and this woman had just told him to cum, and so, he did, and he did, and he did, until the both of them fell back on the chairs of the bus to pass out, while emergency personnel milled about them.