"You're wet," he said.
"I know," Marcy replied.
"How long's it been… for you I mean?"
"Too long," she said. "Over a week… I'm the kind of girl who likes it all the time."
He ran his hand up the back of her panties, under them and back down to the creaming lips of her pussy. Leaning his lips toward hers was all the encouragement Marcy needed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and, kissed him passionately. At the same time she hunched up and down in the seat until she had worked two of his fingers deep up into her cuntal passage.
She moaned around his tongue in her mouth and, when the kiss was broken, lay back in the seat to enjoy the thrill his probing fingers caused in her body.
Marcy maneuvered her legs until she could place her knees against the seat in front of her. Then she placed her hand over his and pulled her dress high, up to her hips. She guided his manipulations until all four of his fingers were pounding into her hole and the heel of his hand was caressing her clitoris.
"Like that?" he said.
"Yes," she moaned, "only a little faster."
She placed her hand on his thigh. His head was at her shoulder and each time her hand moved up and down his leg the deep cleavage in her dress split apart. He could see her huge breasts beneath the material. They swayed gently with the movements of her arm.
"You don't have a bra on," he sighed.
"No," she replied.
"Your tits are beautiful."
Her cunt was already burning with lust when her hand ran all the way up to his crotch and found his pulsing hard-on.
"You've got a big cock," she said. Her nimble fingers opened his fly and brought his cock into the open while she continued to ram her cunt over his hand.
With his free hand he unbuttoned the top of her dress and it fell open to her waist.
"Wait," she said, "I've got a better idea. Lay back in the seat and pull your pants down below your ass."
"What are you going to do?"
"Suck your cock," she said, "while you finger-fuck me from behind." She nestled her head under the protective coat and shifted his hand until his fingers entered her pussy from the rear.
Unbuttoning his shirt she let her tongue and lips go to work on his bare chest. The rumbling, bouncing bus seemed to bounce her head closer and closer to his cock with each jolt.
She tickled his nipples and then moved her hands down across his stomach. His eyes were closed and the slight smile on his face told her that he liked what she was doing.
Marcy began kissing him on the neck while her hands kept moving up and down his body. Soon she was kissing his chest. She could feel his whole body respond as she slowly and gently cupped his testicles in her hand. When she ran her fingertips over, that sensitive area between his testicles and anus, he spread his legs, inviting more. And she gave him more, her fingers tickling his anus and then moving back across the ridge to his balls. She was now kissing his stomach, her tongue exploring his navel. She could feel the touch of his hard cock under her chin, but she wanted to tease him to a frenzy before giving him the pleasure he was beginning to crave.
She ran her hands up and down the insides of his legs as her tongue pressed into his curly pubic hair just above the base of his cock. She could feel his elongated shaft pressing against the side of her cheek. His balls were now pulled up closer against his body, and when she tickled them, she could feel them pulling up even tighter.
"Oh Jesus… suck it before I go crazy!" he whispered.
"Soon," she replied, "soon. Pound my cunt with your finger."
Her mouth and tongue began working on the base of his upright penis. Then she lowered her kisses to his testicles. She licked them and sucked gently, taking them into her warm mouth. As she did it, she pressed her fingertip against his anus. He was arching his back slightly and beginning to breathe heavily.
She ran her tongue along the shaft of his cock nearly to the ridge, but stopped short of it. She kept doing it, kissing and licking on all of his organ except that exquisitely sensitive swollen head. She knew it was torture, but exciting torture. Her own body was responding with desire.
Finally, she couldn't wait any longer herself. Each time she reached the top of his penis her desire mounted until at last she took the head into her mouth and sucked and moved her lips back and forth over it vigorously. He was moaning, almost crying with pleasure. Her head bobbed up and down on his organ and her fingers played with his balls. She could feel his whole body tensing, readying for his orgasm.
"Oh, baby, you know how to suck! I mean it… it feels so good! Wonderful!"
The compliment spurred her on to more vigorous sucking and firmer movements. She loved the way his penis felt moving in and out of her mouth, passing between her lips. Marcy had to control her own movements more carefully now because he was thrashing about so wildly that she was afraid they would wake someone on the bus and be discovered.
Suddenly he groaned and she tasted spurt after spurt of his love juice. It filled her mouth and excited her so much that she eagerly swallowed it, savoring the hot taste, wanting more.
She came, gushing her own hot juices from her cuntal lips and flooding his hand. She continued sucking even after the last drop of his cum had rushed hotly down her throat. As his cock depleted, her sucking became more than he could stand. He lifted her head from the flaccid muscle.
"Jesus, honey, that was good," he whispered in her ear, "but take it easy. If you keep it up like that I won't be any good far a month. Did you come?"
"Yeah," she replied, persistently darting her tongue and licking his shriveled cockhead. "But I could really come good the other way."
"Whatta ya' mean?" he asked.
"I sure would like to have that in my pussy."
He was silent for a moment and then he brought her face up to his. "Listen," he said, "we're comin' up on Barstow… why don't we get off and stay the night in a motel. We can get another bus in the morning on into L.A."
"Do you think we could?"
"Sure… why not?"
"Nothing, I guess," she replied. "God, I sure would like to." She could almost feel his cock plunging up into her. "Okay… let's do it."
They registered as husband and wife and the clerk barely looked at them as he took the money and pushed the key across the counter. "Checkout time's eleven."
Inside the room they flopped on the bed and lay quietly for several moments as though, now that they were there, they didn't know how to finish what they had started on the bus.
"Jesus… I don't even know you," Marcy said. "Does it matter now?" he asked, standing by the bed and removing his clothes. His cock was hard again and it looked even bigger and thicker than Marcy had remembered.
"No," she said, smiling, "I guess it doesn't."
He began undressing her, kissing each part of her body as he bared it. Finally, when she was entirely nude and lying on the bed, he showered her body with kisses, lingering especially on her breasts and stomach. He slid his tongue all over her body, kissing and nibbling as he traveled. She couldn't wait for him to get to her clitoris.
"Down there! Please, down there!" she pleaded. He followed her instructions immediately. His tongue moved up and down her cuntal slit. She could hear and feel him sucking in her juices. He was getting closer and closer to her most sensitive spat and she moved to bring it closer to his expert tongue. Then he pressed directly on it, the pleasure forcing her body into an involuntary spasm. She couldn't believe anything could feel that good.
He kept up a steady, slow rhythm which made the sensation increasingly pleasurable. Each time his tongue pressed on her clit it was better. Marcy could feel her legs beginning to shake and her whole body squirming. She spread her legs as far as they would go and luxuriated in the magic sensations.