Home and Back

by God of Porn

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Slut Wife, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Pregnancy, Exhibitionism, Prostitution, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A young woman runs away from home. Her destination? The journey itself as she discovers her secret desires to be used as a slut and a whore by strangers...Yeah. It's another love story.

Snick ... Fizzzzzz...

"You got another one of those?" I asked the guy seated in the row ahead of me. I had to half-stand and lean over the high backed vinyl seat to see him.

"Just the one," he replied, turning his head with surprised annoyance. Once he got a look at me though, he smiled and his voice grew warm. "But I guess we can share if you want."

"Great." I smiled back at him.

The sun had just about set when I'd gotten on the bus in Oakland, bound for New York City. It would be a long, long ride the ticket agent promised, 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 man moved to sit beside me and the bus wasn't very crowded in any event, less than half full, so we had plenty of room. He looked young, like me, maybe 24 or 25 I guessed, and not too hard on the eyes with his button down shirt unbuttoned over a white muscle-T, a pair of faded 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 with that pigtailed anchor weighing her down. All I had to hold me back was the gold band around my finger and that wasn't going to matter to anyway, was it? Not to me as I rode the bus across America in my pleated grey skirt and loose denim top. I was showing off, I knew that, especially my legs the way I sat leaned up against the dark tinted window. I had my heels up on the seat with the 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 too much once I'd gotten comfy.

"I'm Pete," he said after taking the seat next time mine. He held his 40 ounce beer in his left hand and offered me the right.

"Gina," I replied, brushing some of my dirty blonde hair out of my hazel eyes. Usually I kept it tied back, but the bus had air conditioning anyway, so I'd let it go just to relax that much more. We touched fingers and that's all.

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

"Mmmm ... Thanks." I took a swallow. "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 said with a grin and I laughed. "Serious. I've been working horses and cattle my whole life. I like it."

"That's pretty neat," I decided. "I've never met a real live cowboy before."

We shared some more beer, drinking it slowly between us and talking while the sunlight thinned with the city. 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, 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 agreed. "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, we both knew Pete would be fucking me soon. I had that feeling, the electric tingle of a connection being made, and maybe I really wanted to have sex with the guy. Like I was determined to prove I could do whatever I wanted and that being married didn't 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 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 as his fingertip found the crease in my panty, riding the furrow of my barely covered 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 before he started undoing his pants, not just the zipper, but unbuttoning them too, loosening his belt so I could reach everything. I found his swollen cock and lower, his scrotum as well and I pulled his balls 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 smile and I shook my head. "Me neither."

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

He knew what I wanted to do 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 worked out even better than I'd planned. 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, Gina," he whispered in my ear and I smiled at that. My husband might have been 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 still wore the rings. I hadn't taken those off, so I didn't know what I was doing to tell the truth. Except I had a stranger fucking me 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 knowledge gave me 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 round ass back and forth, feeling that nice penis inside me. My pussy really 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 with 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 ... My orgasm burst with unexpected pleasure and I 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 contracting around him and he started moving then, lifting his hips slightly, working his cock back and forth inside me with soft, wet sounds. I'd gotten very wet very fast and I could smell the oily tang of my juices as they spilled down his shaft.

"I'm gonna cum ... shit ... is it okay?" he asked, breathing the words into my ear and I had to blink for a second, trying to clear my head.

I wasn't on the pill or anything and fucking a guy whose last name I didn't even know. I had about two weeks until my next period, so this was bad timing. I should have told him to pull out. He seemed like a nice guy, he would have done it, but it felt so good, you have no idea how good, and I shouldn't have been fucking him in the first place.

"Yeah, it's okay ... Fuck me," I whispered. "Cum inside me. I wanna feel it."I licked my lips as Pete held my ass, digging his fingers into my soft flesh and pulling me down as he lifted himself upwards. The slapping of my butt against his thighs seemed to fill my head if not the whole bus and I knew I was screwing up probably. This went beyond cheating, I was letting someone other than my husband fuck me. Every inch of the man drove into my slick hole, his cockhead reaching for my womb, and I wasn't stopping him. Pete was going to give me my wish and cum inside me.

It made me cum again, even as I felt Pete's hands squeezing me so hard I thought I would pop, and I was grinding. I rocked that cock like an insatiable slut, and maybe for a few moments there a slut is exactly what I'd become. I climaxed hard and felt his cock throbbing and jerking against the walls of my buttery sex. The idea cut through the fog like a knife, that was his sperm shooting inside me and it felt fantastic and welcome, and I didn't give a fuck about anything else right then. Every guy I'd slept with since losing my virginity at sixteen had worn a condom, even my husband, but now I finally knew what it really felt like, skin to skin, being filled with hot semen.

We sat there for several minutes smiling and 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 fill the air, that distinctive scent after I'd cum twice. Two good orgasms to make it beautiful and I could feel the wetness under my ass, soaking onto Pete's flushed skin and probably his undone trousers.

"Fuck, that was great, Gina..." Pete turned my head and kissed me on the mouth, but I wasn't in the mood for it.

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