>The bus shook slightly as the door closed behind you.
>For some reason, the bus was nearly empty.
>Which meant there were a lot of seats, at least, so it couldn’t be that bad.
>You scan over the people that were there.
>An off white girl listening quietly to her music.
>There were rumours that she was a rapist, but those were just ridiculous.
>She was barely older than you.
>There was a bored, fancy looking girl with long hair as well; a cello case sitting on the chair next to her.
>And a green chick staring out the window, lyra laying across her lap.
>They all look up as you take a seat.
>Near the window, that was the best spot.
>The bus starts moving as you pull out your phone.
>You were going to be here a while, since you lived at the last stop.
>If you’d been a little more perceptive, you might have noticed the other passengers slowly creeping towards your spot.
>Octavia settled in on the seat behind.
>Lyra sat down on the one in front.
>But it wasn’t until Vinyl thumped down next to you that you looked up.
”Can I help you?”
>Vinyl’s face exploded in a blush, and nervously, she nodded.
>Reaching over, she grabbed one of your hands, and then pulled it down into her crotch.
>It was warm.
>No, hot. You could feel the heat radiating out of her.
>Her sticky juices coated your hand instantly; seeping out of Vinyl’s leggings onto the seat beneath her.
>You tried to pull his hand away, but failed as Vinyl clamped her thick thighs together, trapping it.
>For a moment, you panic.
>Ripping your arm out of Vinyl’s lap, a trail of juice following it, you try to stand up.
“You know, I think this is my stop, I really should be go—“
>You were cut off as a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling you back into the chair.
 
>Twisting your head back, you caught a glimpse of Octavia licking her lips, the same deep blush over her face.
>You felt something undo the zipper on your pants, and snapped forward to see Lyra stretching over the back of her seat; hands fumbling at your pants.
>Her modest tits were hanging in front of you; slightly visible through her shirt.
>She wasn’t wearing a bra.
>Pushing forward, you tried to stop her, only to have your free hand grabbed from behind.
>Helpless, all you could do was thrust forward as Lyra slowly removed your pants.
>”Just…please just relax, Anon. Let it happen.”
>Vinyl says, pulling your hand free from her thighs.
>It’s covered, absolutely dripping, in Vinyl’s lust.
>She stares at it for a second, before raising it into her mouth.
>She lets out a moan, and shudders as she sucks on your fingers.
>Licks them clean.
>Her slender tongue doing its best to taste every wet inch.
>When she’s done, she lowers your hand again, only this time, she slips it into her leggings.
>The heat is even greater as she pushes your palm into her bare pussy, moaning loudly.
>A weight appears on your head, and you look up to see that not only has Octavia taken off her shirt, she’s draped her huge tits over your head.
>”Shall we get started then, ladies? More than Vinyl already has, at least.”
>”Sounds great! Let me just…work this a little.”
>With one swift movement, Lyra pulls your pants down, exposing your briefs to the world.
>That’s enough.
>You try to stand up again, but can’t, so instead try shouting to anyone who’ll hear.
>You shout loudly, calling for help, until Lyra fully reaches over and covers your mouth.
 
>”Do we have anything to shut him up?”
>Vinyl waits a second, then nods.
>Standing up, she spins around and runs a finger along her waist, gripping her leggings.
>She sticks her ass in your direction as she slides them off, the sudden smell of her musk filling the bus.
>Taking them off completely, Vinyl takes the sopping wet crotch of the pants and presses it against your mouth.
>The taste is unbearably sweet.
>She then wraps the leg part around the back of your head, forming a makeshift gag.
>She stands over you, places a finger on your chin, and forces you to look up into her red eyes.
>”C’mon Anon, am…do I really…I don’t look that ugly, do I? Just play along.”
>Her shirt falls to the ground a moment later.
>She really didn’t look that bad.
>Toned, horny, with visible need dripping down her thighs.
>”Can we please get started, ladies? We don’t have all day. Vinyl, you can masturbate to the pictures of your little crush later, but we really have to stop wasting time.”
>Lyra leaps forward.
>”Fine. Me first, me first.”
>You struggle as Lyra reaches forward and pulls your underwear down, showing your erection to the world.
>There’s a silence as the girls just take it in.
>The smell, the size, the desperation.
>Lyra is the first to break the silence.
>”Boy, you picked a winner this time, Vinyl.”
 
>Leaning forward, Lyra stretches herself over the back of the chair until she’s at eye level with your dick.
>At first, she doesn’t do anything, merely burying herself in your crotch.
>She rubs her chin against your dick and just breathes in.
>You can’t see it, but you can guess that she’s just as horny as Vinyl is.
>Vinyl returns your hand to her slit as Lyra pulls back.
>Her hands come swinging down and grip her tits.
>She slaps them lightly, lets you watch them jiggle as they hang free, and then lowers them down over your cock.
>You flex as she pushes her breasts together around your cock.
>This has the unfortunate side effect of sending a finger deep into Vinyl’s body.
>She only responds with a soft ‘ah.’
>”Do…do that again, Lyra.”
>”You got it.”
>Lyra starts slow, stroking your cock up and down.
>Before gradually picking up speed, until she’s nearly falling to the floor rubbing you so hard.
>Her cleavage feels nice, but it’s not nearly enough to get you off.
>Your body begins to thrust upwards in an attempt to find something, anything to get you the release you need.
>Lyra notices.
>”That feel good, little boy? How’s it feel being so fucking weak that you’re being raped by a bunch of girls? Maybe…maybe we shouldn’t let you cum, how would you feel about that? Just get ourselves off and leave you all alone on the bus. You couldn’t even…stop us.”
>Lyra squeezes her tits against your cock harder.
>”Would you like that? To get all used up by a bunch of girls who don’t even care if you get off? I bet you would, you freak. I bet when we’re done here you’re gonna go home and rub that big, fat…juicy…dick…”
>She snaps out of her trance.
>”of yours to us fucking raping you.”
>You can only moan in response as the pressure in your nuts grows and grows, but never gets close to toppling over.
>Finally, Lyra removes her breasts and leans in.
>”You’re lucky we’re so merciful.”
 
>Her eyes dart up to you one last time before she swallows your manhood.
>The sudden warmth causes you to flinch again, which makes Vinyl flinch next to you.
>She lets out a loud shout as her nethers explode; the sudden twitch enough to push her over the edge.
>She grips your arm and rides it out, shaking and moaning as she sprays so hard it hits the back of the seat in front of you.
>Her moans fill your ears for a second, compounding the pleasure caused by Lyra’s lewd actions.
>Eventually she stops and, still horny, places your hand back into her crotch.
>”Look…look what you did.” She whispers in your ear.
>A loud gagging brings your attention back to Lyra.
>Her drool is running down your shaft in rivers.
>She’s bobbing furiously on the top half of your boner, but gags whenever she tries to go deeper.
>Still, her tongue sticks out as far as it can.
>Lyra’s eyes flitter back down, and she pulls herself off you.
>”Vinyl. Force…force me deeper. I want to show this idiot how kind I am.”
>”You got it.”
>Lyra swallows your knob again, but this time, Vinyl places her hands on the back of her head.
>”Ready?”
>Lyra nods.
>Vinyl begins to push down on Lyra’s head, forcing you to impale her on your cock.
>Slowly, but surely, Lyra’s mouth envelops you.
>There’s resistance when you hit the back of her throat, but Vinyl isn’t stopping.
>Finally, with a strong heave, you break through into Lyra’s throat.
>You can feel her throat try to push you out, and it feels so good.
>All the pressure from before finally flows free as the dam breaks and Vinyl pushes Lyra all the way to the bottom of your shaft.
>She swallows as desperately as she can, but it’s not enough, and your spunk blasts into her cheeks and out her nose.
>At the same time, she quivers as an orgasm rips through her body.
>She just lays there, exhausted, throat full of cock, until Octavia coughs loudly.
>”Lyra, there are others here who would like to use the boy, you know.”
 
>She wakes up; pulling her face out from between your legs.
>Drool covers her, and her mouth is still full of cum.
>”Someone else grab his arm for me while I come around.”
>Lyra takes your arm from Octavia.
>She stares at your fingers and sucks on them lightly.
>Vinyl moves her legs to let Octavia pass, but instead she chooses to climb over her.
>She sits on your lap, facing you.
>Her breasts seem bigger up close.
>It’s amazing how she ever keeps them hidden, they’re gigantic.
>Noticing your gaze, Octavia runs her hands across her chest.
>”You know, a true gentleman is supposed to support her lady.”
>As if on cue, Lyra releases your hand; finger coming out with a ‘pop.’
>Octavia pulls it over and pushes it into her tit.
>She tries to do the same with your other hand, but Vinyl gives her the finger while yours probes her depths.
>The seat beneath Vinyl is soaked, and it only inspires her to hump your hand harder.
>Still, even with two hands, you doubt it would be possible to hold all of Octavia’s chest-meat.
>It overflows through your fingers, her nipple poking uncomfortably into your palm.
>Sliding your hand, you rest your thumb on her button.
>Octavia inhales suddenly.
>She lets out a surprised moan when you start to rub her nipple, but quickly regains composure.
>One of her hands goes to her other nipple, and begins to fondle that as well.
>Your pants are becoming drenched beneath her as she tries her best to remain elegant.
>Finally, she grabs your cock, and guides it over to her opening.
>Her bright pink clit is sticking out like a sore thumb.
>With one last breath, Octavia lifts herself up, and then drops her entire body onto your dick.
>Octavia can’t hold back an undignified scream.
>There’s a brief second of pain, before constant pleasure.
>Your dick feels so good.
>You wait for Octavia to start moving, but she never does.
>”Well? You don’t honestly expect the lady to do all the work, do you?”
 
>You swallow as you begin to thrust upwards into Octavia.
>It’s tiring, having to lift her entire body up; but she’s made it clear that she’s not going to do anything herself.
>Occasionally, you’ll thrust too hard, or hit the right spot, and her perfect façade will shatter for a second.
>She’ll let out a moan, or a squeak, or something equally lewd.
>Vinyl, at least, seems content to get herself off.
>Your attention is dragged back to Octavia when she grips your neck.
>You look up at her, and she smiles, before squeezing.
>Panic rushes through you again, giving new life to your body, new strength behind your thrusts.
>Octavia just continues to ride you, oblivious to anything except her own orgasm.
>It’s getting harder to move.
>Luckily, before she goes too far, Octavia does release you.
>Only to rip your gag off and dive her tongue into your mouth when you attempt to breath.
>She’s aggressive, stabbing into the back of your throat.
>A familiar feeling builds up in your balls.
>Between the weight of her breasts in your arm, the sensation of cock moving up and down her tight cunt, and the taste of her mouth and saliva invading your own, you can’t hold on too long.
>Octavia retreats from your mouth, giving you a second to breath, and licks your neck; soaking in the taste of your exhaustion.
>She can see how close you are, she knows it.
>To be extra cruel, she pulls herself up and off of you completely.
>Your dick is so hard it sticks into the air, unmoving.
>”Admit you’re just a dirty little boy toy that doesn’t deserve to cum. Say it.”
>You can barely think through the haze of pleasure you wish would return.
>You try to mumble something out.
>”Say how nice I am for letting you cum.”
>You mumble something else out.
>”Good.”
>With a grin, Octavia drops herself onto your cock.
>With a muffled shout, you cum again; filling her with your spunk.
>Sliding off of you, Octavia nods at Vinyl.
>”Your turn, right, lover girl?”
 
>Vinyl removes your hand from inside her body.
>”Shut…shut up, I’m not…don’t even like him. That much.”
>”You’ve been fucking him non-stop since he boarded the bus.”
>Lyra countered.
>”Yea but…just shut up.”
>Pushing Octavia aside, Vinyl crawled onto your lap.
>Her hand was glued to her mound, rubbing furiously now that your hand was gone.
>Unlike the others, Vinyl at least cared enough to make sure you were ready.
>Her other hand reached down and grabbed your cock, pumping the shaft carefully and gently.
>Spit, cum and other fluids covered her hand, but Vinyl didn’t care, alternating hands until her crotch was nearly as dirty as yours.
>Slowly but surely, your vitality returns, but Vinyl doesn’t stop; and instead, leans in for a kiss.
>Compared to Octavia, who wanted to dominate your mouth, Vinyl is much gentler.
>She trades off the work equally, occasionally letting you probe into her mouth.
>She also tastes much sweeter than Octavia.
>If it wasn’t for the two women pinning your arms in place, you could have mistaken this for simply making out.
>A line of drool runs down your chin, and Vinyl hurries to catch it; licking upwards until she’s back into your mouth.
>Pulling back from her kiss, Vinyl leans in close to your ear and, in a quiet voice, said,
>”You know, don’t…the other two don’t mean it. I think…you’re a very manly man. You can…I want you to fuck me whenever you…whenever we want.”
>She leans back, taking control again.
>”We’re still going to fucking destroy you now though. You can’t…you’ll need a wheelchair to leave the bus.”
>Guiding your dick, Vinyl crouches over it; lining her entrance up.
>”Sorry, just music club rules.”
 
>She pauses for a moment.
>Before pointing your dick at her other hole.
>”Actually, let’s…this sounds more fun.”
>And with only that as a warning, Vinyl lowered herself.
>You could feel resistance as your penis pressed against her ass.
>Not that it concerned Vinyl, who only pushed down harder.
>A wave of pleasure washed over you as Vinyl finally broke through the barrier, jamming your cock into her ass.
>It was impossibly tight, and you could feel Vinyl clench and shake against the intruder in her behind.
>Every movement sent vibrations through your cock; every action caused pleasure to burst forth.
>You could even feel her breathing; hear her heartbeat thump faster than anything you’d ever heard.
>Vinyl’s breath was gone as you simply both sat there, feeling the other.
>And then it all rushed back, and Vinyl lowered herself some more.
>The sheer friction alone threatened to push you over the edge, and you’d barely been fucking her for five seconds.
>You let out a gasp that was quickly stolen as Vinyl locked her lips with yours.
>Vinyl is clearly struggling to keep it together as much as you are, since a moment later she bites your bottom lip; suppressing a scream.
>More juice squirts out onto your chest as Vinyl cums.
>Despite this, she doesn’t stop fucking for a second.
>The movement feels like heaven on your manhood.
>Lyra and Octavia have started humping your arms as they watch the display, but you don’t even feel them.
>All you can feel is Vinyl, and the incredible pleasure she’s giving you.
>At some moment you started thrusting upwards in time with her; pounding to new depths.
>Her tongue lolls out of her mouth.
>You can’t hold it back any longer.
>Your breath catches in your thought whenever you breathe.
>With one final thrust, deeper than ever, you cum inside Vinyl Scratch.
>The world seems so perfect, so composed solely of pleasure.
>A moment later, Vinyl cums on you again.
 
>For a second, you forget your circumstances.
>Everything just feels right.
>Vinyl’s head resting on your shoulder; the sound of her breathing in your ear, the feel of her sweat mingling with yours, the smell of her sex, the cock deep in her ass.
>It all feels right.
>One look at her face tells you she feels the same.
>Of course, it doesn’t last long.
>”Alright, lover girl, you done yet?”
>Brought back to consciousness by Octavia’s question, Vinyl shoots back up.
>Your cock retreats from her behind as she stands up, fumbling to put her glasses back on her face.
>”Ah, right. Yea, of course, yea, I’m done for now.”
>Lyra releases one of your hands.
>And sadly pokes at your shaft.
>You don’t think you could cum anymore, you were exhausted.
>”Yea, this toy is getting a little tired out anyway.”
>Perking up, she smiles at Octavia.
>”Hey, you still have all that stuff, right? I wanted to ride him properly.”
>Grinning, Octavia reached over to her cello case, flipping it open.
>From within, she pulls out a small container of pills.
>Viagra.
>”Yea, I still have it all. Do you want the riding crop or is that for later?”
>Your heart sank as Lyra shrugged.
>”Maybe. Bring it out anyway.”
>Leaning in, Vinyl simply smiled at you.
>”You didn’t think I was kidding, did you? You’re not leaving…you’re not going anywhere until one of us breaks your pelvis.”
>This wasn’t the last thing you remembered before waking up several hours later, covered in bruises, fluids and dried cum.
>But the three girls closing in on you, hornier than ever, was something you’d never forgot.
>And neither was what you would consider one of the best days of your life.