Bitten figuratively and literally by lust; I grab your wrist again. Striding towards a nearby Greyhound bus, I find the strength to both pry open its air-compressor door and to pull you in behind me. Gripping the cock-shaped mechanism; I close the door behind us and drag you down the narrow aisle. I don't know if fear has taken your tongue, but you are silent, except for the occasional grunt as you try to tear your slender wrist away from my hand. It's a futile gesture. There is the stench of an interstate bus to welcome us as we get to the rear of the vehicle -- sweaty children, stale, hastily-sipped beer and the musk of seatcovers holding the scent of hopeful, frightened or downtrodden asses. To our left is the blue-tinged stink of the toilet area. I whip open the door, toss you in and stride in behind you. I lock the door and we are in an upright and clothed sexual position because of the tight quarters.
"You are going to suck my dick, right now!" I bark. I set my ass on the tiny sink and my manhood springs out of my much-used zipper. Without waiting for a reply I push your head onto my glans. Not trusting your complicity, I pry your lips apart by placing my fingers against your cheeks and forcefully pushing them together. I guide your full, pink lips down to devour my cock and I set myself to a new task. Reaching past your backpack -- and empowered by your tongue swirling around my cock's head -- I grab two handfuls of the fabric of your dress and rip it to shreds. I grab another and rip. I grab your white panties and do the same. It is a second's work and you are naked from the waist down before you realize it.
"Hey!" You shout, but it fades away when I grab your shoulders, stand you up and spin you around. My cock has entered your pre-moistened pussy before you can prevent it. I slam my pelvis aginst you with a derisive slap and am about to do it again, when we hear:
"What the fuck is going on in there?"
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