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Snick...Fizzzzzz....

"You got another one of those?" I asked the guy in the seat in front
of me, standing up and leaning over the high backed vinyl seat.

"Just the one." He turned his head, looking up at me for a second and
then smiled. "But I can share."

"Great." I smiled back at him.

It was just about sunset and I'd gotten on the bus in Oakland, bound
for New York City. It was going to be a long, long ride, but what else
did I have to do? I wanted to get as far from my husband as I could
and Gray Hound was having a special.

The guy moved to sit beside me. The bus wasn't too crowded, less than
half full, so there was a lot of room. He was young, like me, maybe 24
or 25 I guessed, and not too hard on the eyes with his button down
shirt unbuttoned, white muscle-T beneath that, a pair of jeans. The
usual.

I must have looked pretty good too, especially since I was the only
girl on the bus older than 12 and younger than 50 I think, except for
the little girl's mom. But she hardly counted, unless you were into to
bestiality...But that's hardly fair, and I'm not cruel by nature. I was
just in a mood.

Riding the bus across America, wearing my pleated grey skirt, made out
of cotton and comfortable, even if it was grey and boring. It showed
off my long legs though, especially the way I was sitting, leaned up
against the dark tinted window, heels up on the seat, my skirt falling
between my creamy thighs. I pushed it down, making sure my little blue
panties were covered up, but I didn't feel like moving, I was comfy.

"I'm Pete." The man sat down, holding his 16 ounce Budweiser in his
left hand and offering me the right.

"Gina." I brushed some of my long brown hair out of my hazel eyes.
Usually I kept it tied back, but it was going to be a trip and half,
so I let it go.

"How far you going?" He asked me, handing me the beer so I could take
a sip. His eyes wandered down to my tits, firm and braless beneath my
pink halter. I'd taken my bra off first thing, since I was just gonna
be sitting and my bra tended to get itchy after awhile.

"Mmmm...Thanks." I swallowed. "All the way. New York."

Pete took his beer back and nodded. "Long ways."

"How about you?"

"Just down to Bakersfield." He gave me a little shrug. "I got some
work down there."

"What do you do?" We were just killing time.

"Cowboy." He grinned at me and I laughed. "Serious. I've been working
horses and cattle my whole life. I like it."

"That's cool." I nodded. "Never met a real live cowboy before."

We shared some more beer, drinking it slowly between us and talking
while the sun went down. The driver turned on some overhead lights,
not bright ones, but it lit the back of the bus up enough so we could
see each other. There were reading lights too, but we left those off.

"So, uh...Married, huh?" Pete had his hand on my leg, just stroking me
above my left knee, moving up and down and I hadn't complained.

I held up my hand, looking at my rings like I'd forgot. A little
engagement diamond and a plain gold wedding band.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Sorta married."

"Sorta?" He chuckled. "Never got the hang of sorta married."

"Well..." I shrugged. "He ain't here, is he?"

As soon as I said that I knew I was going to have sex with the guy. It
was just the feeling, the vibe I got right then, and maybe I really
wanted to. Like I was determined to prove my husband wasn't around, or
that he didn't even matter a whole lot.

I reached out with my left hand, pressing it against the swell in
Pete's jeans, feeling his cock under there, curled up, but hardly
sleeping. Nobody could see us, we might as well have been alone, and
it felt that way as I massaged the cool denim under my fingers. I was
all alone, on the long road to nowhere.

Pete's hand slid lower while we looked at each other, under my skirt
and across the very soft skin of my inner thigh. I spread my legs,
just a little wider for him and I licked my lips when I felt his
fingers graze my panty covered sex. He leaned close and kissed me,
softly at first, but then deeper as I let his tongue split my lips. I
moaned softly and his fingertip was tickling my slit.

"Take it out..." I whispered, moving in my seat so I could reach under
my skirt and pull my panties off.

Pete looked around briefly and then he was undoing his pants, not just
the zipper, but unbuttoning them too, loosening his belt so I could
reach everything. I reached for his cock and lower, finding his balls
and pulling them free. He had a nice cock, thick and not very long and
hard as steel, I swear. We just smiled at each other, me stroking his
dick and Pete fingering my increasingly moist sex.

"You ever done it on a bus?" He asked me with a little smile and I
shook my head. "Me neither."

I stood up and looked at him. "Slide over, by the window."

He knew what I was doing and he grinned as he took my place, our legs
were a little crowded at first, but once I got both of my feet outside
his, straddling him, it was better. I sat down slowly, letting Pete
guide his cock into my pussy and I sighed, trying to be quiet as I
felt his thickness stretching me pleasantly.

"You're nice and tight, baby." He whispered in my ear and I smiled at
that. My husband was longer, but not nearly so big around and this was
a good and different feeling for me.

It was also the first time I'd ever cheated on him and maybe I would
have felt a little more guilty if I hadn't been running away from him.
But I was wearing the rings, I hadn't taken those off, so I didn't
know what I was doing, to tell the truth. Except I was fucking a
stranger on a bus, a guy I'd known for all of two hours and in another
hour he'd be getting off. I'd never see Pete again in my life and that
was another kind of thrill that I didn't understand.

I didn't move up and down so much as I just rocked my hips, moving my
firm little ass back and forth, feeling that nice penis inside me. My
pussy was tight and hot for him, I knew that because I could feel it
myself, and it got really good when Pete started massaging my breasts
in his hands, nuzzling my neck and making me squirm. I was going to
cum, I realized with something like shock.

I hardly ever came during intercourse. Usually, sometimes, I could get
off while I was masturbating in the bathtub, or once in awhile when my
husband went down on me, but this...It was unexpected and I just leaned
back, shaking as I closed my eyes and let it happen. Not that I had
much choice, I was cumming whether I wanted to or not and Pete liked
it, he could feel my pussy spasming around him and he started moving
then, lifting his hips slightly, working his cock just a little back
and forth inside me.

"I'm gonna cum...shit...is it okay?" He breathed in my ear and I had to
blink for a second, trying to clear my head.

I wasn't on the pill or anything and I was fucking a guy whose last
name I didn't even know. I was about a week since my last period so...
But it felt good, you have no idea how good.

"Yeah, it's okay...fuck me..." I nodded, licking my lips and knowing I was
screwing up probably. This went beyond cheating, I was letting someone
other than my husband cum inside me.

It made me cum again, even as I felt Pete's hands crushing my tits,
squeezing me so hard I thought my nipples would pop, and I was
grinding. I was rocking that cock like I was insatiable, and maybe I
was just for a few moments there. I was cumming hard and I could feel
his dick throbbing, his sperm shooting inside me. It was fantastic and
welcome and I didn't give a fuck about anything right then. Every guy
I'd slept with since I was 17 and lost my virginity had worn a condom...
Now I finally knew what it really felt like, skin to skin, being
filled with hot semen.

We sat there for a while, just catching our breath and I had no idea
if anyone on that bus knew what we'd just done or not. It seemed
impossible that someone wouldn't. There were a few coughs, the
occasional sneeze, but nobody jumped up pointing and yelling. But our
sex had to smell, I'd cum twice, two good hard ones and I could feel
the wetness under my ass, soaking onto Pete's flushed skin and
probably his undone trousers.

"Fuck, that was good..." Pete turned my head and kissed me and I wasn't
in the mood for it, really.

Like fucking was okay, but kissing...That just felt too personal. I
didn't want to be intimate, I just wanted to fuck. So I let him do it,
but I didn't really respond to it. If Pete thought that was odd, he
didn't ay anything though, and why should he? His cock was still semi-
hard, still in my cunt and we were moving again, fucking slowly when
the sign that said "Bakersfield Next Exit" flashed by.

"Shit." Pete groaned and he wanted to cum again, but there wasn't
enough time, not after that first orgasm he'd had.

"Too bad you're not going all the way." I giggled, getting up
awkwardly and feeling the wetness leaking from my pussy.

"Yeah." He nodded, looking down at his hard glistening penis. He was
pretty wet and I felt kinda bad about that, but I had my own problems.

There was a little bathroom in the back and I went to it quickly,
avoiding a few stares from people, some whispering, and I realized we
hadn't been all that discrete. There was tissue in the bathroom anyway
and I spent 5 minutes cleaning myself up. I'll confess that was when I
started thinking I might want to have some paper towels handy, some
bottled water too maybe, just in case of emergencies. But I didn't
have a plane...Not yet anyway.

That came later, after the bus had pulled into the terminal and the
driver announced thirty minutes until it was departing again. I found
a little shop and bought some baby wipes, some tissues, even a couple
hand towels, which I wasn't quite sure why the place was selling
those, but I was glad they were. I spent some time in the restroom
too, cleaning myself up. Pete had put a lot of cum up inside me and
while I'd enjoyed it at the time, cleaning it out without the use of a
shower was a bit of a pain.

I bought a coke and I just leaned up against the wall drinking it,
killing time. It was after ten at night and the place was still kind
of busy, mostly with people transferring from one bus to another it
seemed like. Pete was gone, we hadn't had much of a goodbye. What were
we gonna say? Same time next year? See ya later? Miss you already?
Fuck it...He was just a dick and it had felt good, but it hadn't meant
anything except a few hours gone faster than they would have been
otherwise.

But that was me trying to be jaded. I didn't think like that, really,
I wasn't that tough, or even that cynical. I wished I could have
gotten to know him better, and I would miss him a little. I just
didn't want to, it was bad enough I was starting to miss my husband.

"How much?" A guy was speaking to me, one of the guys I'd passed on
the bus when I'd gone to the toilet.

"Excuse me?" I looked at him, not understanding at all.

"On the bus." He spoke softly. "How much are you charging?"

It still didn't hit me right away, it took about 3 good seconds and
then I almost slapped his face hard. But something stopped me and I
don't know what it was exactly. Practicality maybe, because I was
traveling on one hell of a tight budget. I was going to miss a meal
because I'd bought some Kleenex, that kind of budget.

"Fifty." I told him, and my heart was hammering cause I had no clue
what I was doing now.

"How about a suck job?" He scratched his chin like he was asking me
about the weather.

"Twenty." I shrugged.

"Kay." He smiled. "See you on the bus."

The guy walked off, just a plain guy, like 35 years old. Nothing
remarkable about him at all, except he'd just turned me into a whore.
I had to think about that and suddenly my coke didn't taste quite the
same. My stomach was tight and my nerves caught up with me. I
shivered, like someone just walked on my grave, and I dropped my half-
finished coke in a garbage can, deciding I needed to sit down.

The only place to do that was on the bus and part of me didn't want to
get back on now. I could cash my ticket, I told myself, trade it in
for a ride back home. My husband was a dick, yeah, but I loved him. I
was a bitch too sometimes and we'd had a bad stretch, that was all,
both of us going off and that wasn't right. That wasn't the way it was
supposed to be.

I almost talked myself into it when the announcement for the bus came
over the loudspeakers. The driver was hitching up his grey pants,
heading towards the bus and I couldn't decide. And then I did decide,
it was more his fault then mine. I'd ride to the next stop and call
him. I'd call my husband up and see what he had to say. I could always
cash in my ticket, long as I wasn't more than halfway to New York, I
figured, and I'd be able to go back.

And maybe that wasn't my only excuse, since I knew a guy wanted to pay
me for sex. Did that make me more desirable as a woman, or less, I
wondered. Being paid for sex, just to suck a guy, or let him fuck me,
what did that mean? I'd never thought about it before. I didn't have
fantasies of being a whore, but I didn't have anything against it
particularly. It was a woman's own body, my own body. If I wanted to
use it to make money, well...Why should anyone care? Except maybe my
husband, but he wasn't here, was he?

I switched seats on the bus, moving all the way to the back row, just
because I thought maybe I'd gotten my previous one a little damp, but
I was probably just imagining things anyway. I'd gotten Pete damp,
that was for sure, and my skirt a little, but not so bad. I still
hadn't put my panties back on and that had been a little rush, hanging
out in a bus station with nothing on under my skirt. I was slip
slidin' into something, but I didn't know what. None of this was much
like me at all, but you have to take my word for that. I used to be a
good girl.

"Hey." The guy I'd talked to at the bus station didn't waste any
time.

"Hi." I said, wondering if I was supposed to smile or not.

We were barely on the highway, the bus half full again, the dim
overhead lights turned on. And now I was sitting with a guy and he
didn't care what my name was, or where I was going or why. I decided I
liked that actually, there was something there, something alluring
about being anonymous and not even a real person. People have names,
people have feelings, I was just a thing for this guy, something for
him to use, and I liked it. I was ready to be used maybe, just because
there wasn't any obligation in that. No responsibility.

I was running away from that stuff more than I was my husband. Maybe.

"Give me a suck." The guy whispered and he was pressing a folded up
twenty dollar bill into my hands.

It was just that simple, that easy, and if I had second thoughts, or
doubts, they didn't matter. I was going to suck this guy's cock for no
other reason than I could use the money and I had nothing better to
do. It seemed so simple I wanted to throw up.

But I didn't. I just nodded, sticking that twenty in my purse and
looking around for a second before sliding out of my seat, kneeling in
the empty spot where my feet had been and just leaning over the guy. I
unzipped him and reached in, finding his cock damp with sweat and hot
and it smelled like old stale urine. But that didn't matter, did it? I
wasn't going to marry the guy, I told myself, I was just going to suck
him off.

He wasn't very big, average I suppose, and hard enough after I got my
lips around him. My mouth was dry at first, like old cotton and I had
to work to get some spit, but he was helping. His cock was leaking
precum like crazy, tasteless and a bit sticky maybe, but I barely
noticed. Giving head wasn't exactly my thing, but I knew how to do it,
my husband had liked it and I'd done it for him, even let him cum in
my mouth once in awhile. I wondered if this guy was going to want that
and I figured he would.

He had his hand on my head, pushing me down and it wasn't hard taking
all of him anyway, but it sort of annoyed me. He was forcing me and I
shrugged every now and then, jerking my head to let him know, but he
didn't care, or maybe he didn't even notice. He just kept his fingers
in my hair, nodding and breathing through his nose. He was quiet
anyway and I was trying to be, except for a soft sucking sound every
now and then, or a sharp little breath when I'd pull my mouth off.

I wasn't really good, probably, but this man wasn't complaining but it
was taking to long. My jaw was starting to ache, my tongue getting a
little worn out from playing around his cock. I ended up most sucking
the head after ten minutes or so, just playing with his cockhead and
using my hand to jerk him off between my tight round lips.

He gave a soft grunt and lifted his ass, pulling my mouth down hard
when he started cumming and I choked on it, coughing as his warm
greasy sperm filled my mouth and I didn't have much choice but to
swallow. I was pushing against him with my hands, but he had me down
and the guy wasn't letting me up til he was finished.

I was red faced and breathless by the time he'd finished cumming and
I'd swallowed most of it, but a lot had leaked down the shaft too.

"Clean it up." He whispered and I might have argued, but I felt
subdued, or resigned I suppose.

I didn't argue, I just licked around his cock for a bit, getting that
tacky sperm on my tongue and into my mouth. It seemed kind of sick,
disgusting really, now that it was over and I had to close my eyes
because my tummy was churning. I could taste and feel his sperm still
in my throat, clinging there like old phlegm and I burped a little,
tasting his cock on my breath.

"Thanks." The guy grinned at me, rubbing my head like a dog. "You're a
good cocksucker."

He left me there and I was retching, but just for a second and I got a
water bottle out, taking a mouthful and swishing it around. There
wasn't anyplace to spit it out though, so I just swallowed it.

"Twenty, right?" Another guy was sitting down, within three minutes of
the other guy leaving. I hadn't gotten off my knees really. I just
blinked at him.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Here..." He grinned at me and he was indistinguishable from the other
guy, plain and middle aged and boring.

I took his twenty and he got his cock out for me, a little bigger than
the last guy and I figured they must be traveling together. A couple
salesmen or something, I had no clue. It didn't matter anyway, he paid
me and I was going to suck him.

It wasn't as bad the second time, but worse in some ways too. I was
used to the flavor now, even though they tasted slightly different, I
was used to having a cock in my mouth. But I wasn't used to working
those little muscles and I was tired sooner. That surprised me, I mean
you wouldn't think giving a guy a blow job would wear you out, but it
does if you haven't done it a whole lot.

Like his friend though, this guy didn't really care so long as he got
to shoot off in my mouth. I think that was his thing, both of them,
and probably their wives weren't into it or something. I knew my
husband got excited when I let him sperm my mouth because mostly I
just sucked until he got close and then jerked him off on my tits. I
couldn't do that on the bus though, these guys were paying for the
full ride and for the second time in half an hour I found myself
choking down a stranger's spermy load.

"How much for a fuck?" The guys asked me as I was licking his cock
clean. He hadn't even asked me to do it.

"Fifty." I said, licking my lips and tasting cum.

"In your ass?" He smiled.

"Uh..." I narrowed my eyes. "I never did that."

"Here..." He was reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet.

"No, I don't think so." I shook my head.

"Come on...I got it right here." He pulled out a fifty that looked like
it had been through a washing machine.

Uh..." I took a breath. "No. Not in my ass."

"How much then?" He whispered, and we were both whispering really as I
moved up to sit next to him.

I had to think about that. Did I really want to sell my ass? That
would hurt for one thing, and how was I gonna clean myself up after?
My pussy was bad enough, but back there? I knew guys liked that sort
of thing, but I couldn't imagine why. How much was my asshole worth?
And then I wondered, what the hell is wrong with me? Sitting on a bus,
negotiating with some stranger about fucking me in the ass. There was
something wrong with that and I didn't feel too good about myself
suddenly.

"I'm not interested." I told the guy, folding my arms over my breasts
and pressing myself against the window. I didn't even want to touch
him accidentally.

"Come on, don't play hard to get..." He smiled, reaching over to rub my
leg. "Sixty bucks...It's all I got, easy money."

I stared at the guy's hand, feeling his sweaty palm on my bare thigh,
moving back and forth and sticking a little to my skin. He looked like
an animal to me then, not a man at all, and I wondered what that made
me. I was getting depressed, I knew, lonely and unhappy and I wasn't
stupid, but self-destructive maybe. I wanted to be punished and so
that was why I agreed, just to hurt myself by doing the unthinkable,
by letting this stranger fuck my ass on a bus.

"Okay." I nodded, taking a deep breath and wondering how I was going
to look at myself in the mirror afterwards. But that wasn't my
problem, that was the in the future, some other Gina would have to
deal with it. The here and now me just wanted to feel bad.

"Just get up, on the seat, no one is gonna see..." The guy said and I
thought he was dreaming.

I did it though, keeping my right foot on the floor and kneeling on my
left leg, keeping my head down low so the driver wouldn't see me in
his mirror, or anyone who decided to turn around. The guy was hard
again, and he hadn't gone very soft anyway after he'd cum, and he
turned in his seat, much the same way I was, except he couldn't get
low. We were gonna get caught, I was sure of it, he couldn't be
serious.

He shoved his cock in my pussy first, maybe hoping to get himself a
little wet, and I was, surprisingly enough. I hadn't even realized it,
but most likely it was just the remains of Pete, the sperm he'd put
way up inside me trickling down, but a little demon in my heart said
maybe not. Maybe it was just me loving it. I hoped not. I very much
wanted to be completely immune to any pleasantness from this whole
experience.

But his cock felt good and I closed my eyes, feeling my pussy
squeezing him and I knew it was me, it was my cunt and my desires and
some part of me that lied playing the slut. I could try and convince
myself how much I hated this, how much I detested what I was doing,
but nobody was forcing me. Nobody had a gun to my head and there was
the proof, right between my thighs, all quivering and wet and my
stomach was churning not just with two loads of sperm, but with those
butterflies I got when it was good. I was turned on, like the guy had
pushed my buttons, and I found myself pushing myself back just cause I
wanted to feel that cock deep.

If it was self-loathing I was looking for, I'd found it. The only
thing worse than being a slut and a cheating whore was loving it. The
guy fucked my pussy for five minutes maybe before he pulled out and I
almost groaned with disappointment. It was just starting to feel real
good and I reached down to play with my hard little clit while he
lined his cockhead up with my virgin anus.

There were curtains there, those crappy rough nylon kind, bound with
little straps, and I took some into my mouth, between my teeth, biting
the material because the man was pushing into my ass hard and it hurt.
I tried to relax, to let the breath I was holding go, but it wasn't
helping. Not so far as I could tell. My asshole was dry and tight and
he was whispering to me to relax a little and let him in.

When the head of his cock finally popped inside I think it was a
relief for both of us and he just pulled me back, grabbing my hips in
his big hands and pulling me with him as he sat down. It was awkward
and I groaned loudly then as my weight pushed my ass down on his cock
hard. He felt it too, it couldn't have been that good, not at first,
but he was in me finally, his blunt cockhead spearing into my rectum.

"Fuck you're tight bitch..." He breathed and I just nodded, trying not
to breathe because if I did I was going to scream, I thought.

My asshole was stretched wide around him, my muscles straining to keep
him out and losing. Gravity was on his side after all and I was
putting my weight on his cock, trying not to, holding the armrests in
my hands, clutching them so tight my fingers were turning white, but I
was sinking and he was going deeper until there wasn't anymore. He was
fully in my ass and I felt like I needed a toilet bad.

My ass was stuffed full and burning like it was on fire. Every part of
my lower body was protesting and all I could do was try and ignore it.
I rubbed my clit and started moving, just wanting to get him off as
quick as I could and find something good to distract myself from the
pain. That had to be the worst time and place to try anal sex for the
first time, but I sincerely doubted I'd have enjoyed it anywhere.

The guy was liking it though, now that he'd gotten his cock all the
way inside, he was happy as could be. He kept his hands on my hips
with my skirt hanging around us, moving me back and forth. It was a
lot like when I'd fucked Pete, except not as good for me.

"Oh yeah, slut...fuck it...fuck my dick with your ass..." The guy was
whispering, he loved to talk, and I listened without really hearing
him.

The pain almost went away after a few minutes, not totally, but enough
so I could start feeling the little buzz in my clit. I kept my hand
under my skirt, working to get some good out of the whole experience,
and we were just rocking back and forth. There wasn't any up and down,
no in and out, so that probably helped too. He was all the way inside
me and it was easy to get used to it.

We probably fucked for 15 minutes though, easily, and at one point a
woman came back to use the toilet. She was a little older than me
maybe, like late twenties and she stared at us for a second, me
sitting on this guys lap. I'd moved my hand, of course, and my skirt
was pulled down, but she knew. I mean it was obvious, especially since
me and the guy were both red faced and damp with sweat. We probably
smelled like sex, I was sure.

She just looked at us, not smiling or frowning, but her eyes caught
mine, just for a second, and I looked down quickly and I gasped right
then because I was cumming. I wasn't even touching myself then, just
that woman seeing us, seeing me, that had done it and I felt so lost.
It was like a weird orgasm too, a panicked climax, filled with fear
and humiliation. It felt good physically, yeah, it was great that way,
but emotionally it ruined me. I wanted to cry I wanted to run and
hide. That woman, she'd done it with that one look.

I didn't understand any of it, not at all. It was so far beyond my
experiences, all of it, the whole thing. Sex with strangers on a bus.
Sucking cock, letting a stranger cum inside my unprotected womb.
Getting ass fucked in front of a woman who knew what we were doing, if
not exactly, then at least generally...As if that mattered. She knew I
was a slut, a cheap whore. She'd seen my wedding rings, she must have,
and the guy I was fucking, he wasn't my husband. He wasn't even my
friend.

Why did I like it? And I might have laughed at that question, if I'd
asked it aloud, because even more fundamental than that was what did I
like? I had no idea. Was it the sex? Or the place? The circumstances.
I had no answers, none and all I could do was ride that guy's cock,
fucking him with my ass while I was cumming good and when the woman
came out of the toilet, I didn't even stop. I just kept my head down,
not wanting to see her seeing me, and I was rocking that guy's cock
hard then. I was cumming again, but not for him, for her. For the
woman as she walked by, pretending not to see us, ignoring me, but
still...

"Keep moving...yeah...fuck you..." The guy in my ass was cumming too,
feeling my orgasms around his cock.

I felt...something, but I wasn't sure what it was. His orgasm was
indistinct and warm, and my bowels felt suddenly loose. My ass was
filled with his semen and it was a strange sensation. My butt still
hurt, a lot actually, but I didn't care at all. I felt like I was
stoned or something and maybe three or four minutes after we were done
with our cums I lifted myself up, feeling the guy's softening cock
slip out of me and I was surprised to feel my asshole still tight,
forcing him out and then closing tightly behind his dirty cockhead.

I'd imagined my anus stretched and torn, actually, like it had to be
gaping, but it wasn't. I sat down gingerly, definitely feeling sore
and grabbed some tissue from my bag, dabbing gently at my anus and
then looking at the Kleenex. There was blood there, just a little, and
some bit of sperm that was leaking out of me slowly. I wadded the
tissue up and grimaced as I pushed it against my asshole, plugging
myself up hopefully.

The guy was gone already and I was glad. There wasn't anything I
wanted to say to him. He'd had his little party in my ass and gotten
off on it, so he was done, but I'd gotten off on it too, hadn't I? And
that was a weird thought, an idea to make me smile and frown at the
same time.  I was getting off on this sex with strangers thing, sex in
public, even while I wanted to hate myself for it. I was feeling it
pulling me, if you can imagine that, like an addiction maybe, or
something. I wondered if I was going crazy, turning into a
nymphomaniac, especially when I caught myself stroking my pussy. I
hadn't even thought about it, I was just doing it and I blushed as I
stared down at my hand, like where did that come from?

The bus went for maybe another hour after the guy had fucked my ass,
and then we were pulling into what looked like a big truck stop. It
was late, like 1am or a little after and I felt tired and dirty, but I
was still excited too. Like my body wanted sleep but my mind couldn't
relax enough for it. A lot of the people were sleeping and the driver
said we were going to stop for twenty minutes, but only a few of us
stirred out of our seats.

I was the last one off and I kept my eyes down, ignoring any possible
looks from the other passengers I might have passed, but I didn't know
if any of them noticed me or not. I was surprised by the driver as I
stepped off the bus, he was a black guy, a little pudgy and smiling at
me.

"Come on..." He said, grabbing my arm just above the elbow. Not
painfully or anything, but firmly and I was a little too shocked to
say anything at first.

"Hey...What are you doing?" I asked finally, a few seconds later,
jerking my arm but he didn't let go.

"You wanna work my bus, you gotta pay for it...." He said, grinning at
me. "Don't worry, you can keep your money."

"What?" I stared at him, but I wasn't fighting him at all.

"I just want some of what you're selling, baby." He chuckled and I
gave a little gasp as he pulled me into the restroom.

"This is the men's room." I said, stating the obvious.

"No shit." The driver laughed and there were a couple guys in there,
truck drivers I guess, standing at dirty urinals, looking at me and
then laughing so that my face burned with humiliation.

But I was wet, god help me, I was enjoying this as much as I'd ever
enjoyed anything in my life. It was unexpected and frightening and my
heart was pumping fast. I could barely breathe when the driver of the
bus pushed me into one of the stall, and when I did I could smell
disinfectant and old stale piss.

"Get my dick out." The driver told me and he hadn't even bothered
closing the stall door, he just stood there blocking the exit like I
might run.

But all I did was nod, swallowing hard and feeling my ass still
burning and my belly full of cum, and I was horny as hell. I dropped
to my knees, feeling wet dirt like thin mud spilled on the cold tiled
floor. I unzipped his grey trousers, reaching inside and finding his
cock, big and black. Not huge or anything, but nice sized and it was
the first time in my life I'd ever touched a black man's cock.

I sucked it into my mouth, that broad pinkish head and I stroked the
length of him, feeling the driver's cock getting hard quickly. I heard
some talking, some deep manly laughter and I was embarrassed, ashamed
to be on my knees in some truck stop toilet sucking a black guy's
cock, but I was rubbing my pussy just the same.

"That's enough...Get up, turn around...Tie to pay for the ride, sweetie."
The driver pushed me and turned me around, bending me over the stained
and dirty toilet.

He lifted my skirt and I felt his hands on me, making me shiver for a
moment as I grabbed the cold pipes behind the toilet bowl, wet with
condensation and I stared into the yellowish water rocking my hips,
feeling my knees go weak.

"What's this?" The driver chuckled, pulling that nasty wad of tissue
out of my ass. He tossed it into the toilet, pink with my blood and
spent semen. "You like it in the ass huh? Me...ugh! Too!"

"Owww fuck!" I groaned loudly, unable to help myself as my tender ass
was violated once more and this time it was going to be a serious
fuck.

The driver held my waist, pushing his cock a few inches in and then
pulling back, working quickly back and forth against my already weak
and tired muscles. It was good for him, I guessed, I was hot and wet
in there now, and still tight, my spermy ass squeezing his big cock
like I was trying to hold him inside more than keep him out.

And it was good for me too because I was pushing my ass back, fucking
that guy and his black dick, knowing there were at least a couple guys
watching, listening to my breathing, my soft groans as my rectum
burned with painful pleasure. I balanced myself on my left hand and
used my right to finger my cunt, wanting to get off, knowing it
wouldn't take me long. I was being ass fucked in a toilet by a bus
driver and getting off on it, and that was way beyond my ability to
understand. All I knew was that it was good.

My legs were rubbery and my body burned and I was cumming, like I'd
been cumming all night, ever since I'd gotten on that bus. It was like
I was a different person, and I didn't care at all right then. I was
loud too, after trying to be quiet on that bus, in the toilet I let it
go, gasping every time that guy shoved his cock deep, moaning like a
slut, begging for more. I was doing it all and the driver wasn't going
to last much more than the five minutes it had taken to bring me off.

"Turn around...come here...down...on your face, bitch..." The driver urged me
and I felt dizzy, almost dazed and I did whatever he wanted me to. I
was cumming, that's all I knew, and a moment later so was he.

The driver stroked his cock fast, aiming for my pretty face and thick
streams of sperm shot out, spattering across my face quickly. It was
warm and thick and the guy shot across my nose and cheeks, into my
panting mouth, and even into my eyes, so that I blinked at the
annoyance of it, the slight sting of salty sperm.

He rubbed his cock around my face, grinning down at me and finally
pushing the head into my mouth so I could clean him up. I tasted
faintly the acrid flavor of my ass and maybe other stuff besides, the
old semen that had been sitting in my rectum for an hour, but I didn't
know and I didn't care. I felt beat up somehow, physically and
emotionally, I was spent it seemed and all I could do was whatever the
driver wanted.

"Good girl...Every time we stop, you take care of me first thing, you
understand?" He stroked my chin with his pudgy black finger, scooping
up some sperm and pushing it into my mouth. I sucked his finger clean,
nodding my head and closing my eyes.

"Shit...My turn..." Some guy was saying and I shuddered at the possibility
that I was going to end up getting gang fucked in a truck stop
restroom.

"Look the fuck out..." The driver was saying, pulling me behind him.
"This bitch only works the bus."

Apparently that old black driver was my knight in shining armor and I
giggled like I was drunk, stumbling behind him, my bruised ass leaking
heavily now, he'd stretched me out good down there, I knew. I had cum
on my face, in my hair, some on my halter top too. It didn't matter
though, I just followed the driver between the four guys who'd been
watching us and he got me outside. Right next door was the female
bathroom and I went inside without a word.

It was empty, since it was early in the morning, very early, and there
didn't seem to be a lot of women truckers around. I washed myself at
the sink first, my hands and face, practically taking a bath right
there and after a few minutes I sat down on a toilet, feeling like I
needed to shit, butt hat was an illusion. I was just full of old sperm
and stretched out painfully. I felt like I'd been turned inside out
back there and pushing hurt, so I just sat for a minute. A little cum
fell out of me maybe, dripping heavily into the toilet, but not a lot.

I wiped my ass gently and just pushed more tissue against my anus.
Like what else was I going to do? I didn't have any experience, not
even a proper bathroom with a shower or bathtub. I just did the best I
could and five minutes later I was back on the bus, climbing up and
past the driver who gave me a big smile, making me blush and tingle
inside. He closed the doors behind me with a soft whoosh, cause all
he'd been doing was waiting on me.

I guess I had a reputation already because as soon as we were back on
the highway a guy came back to buy a fuck. He was older, like my dad,
somewhere in his fifties, and he had me suck his penis until it was
hard and then I just lay on the seat with my right leg sticking into
the aisle and my left foot on the floor. He fucked me missionary like
that, without much in the way of foreplay or talk and I was actually
happy to be getting some regular sex. It felt good.

It was awkward, as it had to be in that tight cramped space, but I
managed to get my legs around the guy, pressing my heels against his
ass while he pushed and pulled his hard cock from my sex. It was a
good angle and my aching clit was riding the shaft a little, just
enough to get me buzzing and I had some small cums, hunching my hips
and fucking the guy back as best I could. My husband had never made me
cum, not like that, not that easy.

And I was hardly missing him at all then, during the sex with that
stranger. I felt guilty about that, maybe even more than I did about
cheating on my husband, but that was a dirty deed too and I liked it,
some angry, vengeful part of me liked the idea that I was fucking
another guy, taking another load of anonymous baby making sperm into
my womb. He deserved it, my husband, he'd be sorry when he found out
what I was doing, and that was the daydream that pushed me over
finally, so that I was cumming good when the guy grunted, collapsing
onto my heaving breasts with his cock jerking inside my well fucked
cunt.

But after, as I just lay there alone, still sprawled almost
comfortably on the seats, that was when the reality set in. I played
with my pussy, feeling it wet and sloppy and full of fresh spunk. I
was a real whore now, willing to do anything for money. But it wasn't
just that, or even that, it was the sex, I knew. The fucking I liked,
the strangers who were doing it to me that got me off. I wasn't ever
going to be like I used to be, even if I did go back home. And that
made me giggle,. Back home, what did that mean? Laying there on that
bus, that felt like home. Getting fucked on the road to nowhere, that
was where I lived now. If I went back, it would be like I was just
visiting, I could feel that in my bones. In my soul maybe.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was standing at the ticket counter in Vegas, six am in the morning
after hardly any sleep. My ass was sore and full of old sperm. I'd
sucked two guys and fucked one more since the last stop, a little gas
station in the middle of the desert. I'd fucked the driver of course,
letting him cum inside my ass. He filled me thick and strong too, and
it felt like I had a big wad of grease in my rectum. I was probably
bleeding back there again, I felt torn apart, like a paper doll.

I didn't bother calling my husband, he'd welcome me home. I knew he
would because he loved me, because I'd never taken off our rings. We
got like that sometimes. We'd hit a bad patch and lose faith for a day
or two, but we loved each other. I was sure of that and it was the
only thing in the world I was sure of. I didn't know about me anymore,
who I was or what I was doing. I didn't know what I was going to tell
him either. Maybe the truth, all of it, but probably not. He'd find
out eventually though because I'd had a taste now and fucking around
held no mystery for me, no fear.

Probably we wouldn't be married very long...But I wanted to be. I was
conflicted and confused, wanting two things that didn't go together. I
argued with myself, taking one side and then the other, and I wouldn't
know which had one until the very end.

I traded the balance of my ticket for another one going back to the
Bay in less than half an hour. I stood against the wall, drinking an
orange juice and thinking how I'd make it up to my husband. I'd
apologize for being the bitch all the time, for not giving him the
attention he deserved. I'd tell him how lonely I got on that bus and
how I'd never taken off my rings, never forgotten him. I wouldn't tell
him I'd cheated, I decided. Maybe once I got home I wouldn't feel it
anymore. I'd be a good wife, have a baby with him...And that was
another frightening thrill. What if I was pregnant?

But I pushed th thought away, there would be time and ways of dealing
with that. I could keep a secret. I'd be the good wife for him, the
perfect wife, and find some way to hold my head up again. I wasn't
really a slut, or a whore, I was just...Getting it out of my system.
Seeding some wild oats, that's all. Didn't I have a right to do that?
I was married, not in prison, it was still my life. I'd learned
something valuable on that bus, something important about who and what
I was way down deep inside. I didn't understand it yet, and maybe I
never would, but it was a start and if I could control myself and
resist the urges, the pleasure I felt...

"Bus to Frisco, right? How much you charging?" A guy interrupted my
thoughts, speaking softly with a sly grin and I blinked at him.

"Depends on what you want." I smiled at him, thinking it was going to
be a long ride back.