SSS: Short Smut Stories

Wheels On The Bus - Pt. 2 (BxG)

I curled my fingers a couple times, up and down, a smooth rocking motion. She made a slow whining sound that reached out of her throat and tickled my ear. I hoped no one had heard or... we'd be dead meat.

The Metallica drowned out the next gasp that left her as I hooked my point finger beneath her waistband. I can get her off in ten minutes, but I wasn't confident of this. I had to be meticulous.

I fumbled a little bit when reaching to pull her underwear away from her skin, so in a frenzy I just gave up and pushed the fabric aside. For a moment I worked up the courage to whisper something to her, my body was a little too tense for the transaction.

"What do you think about Metallica? Are you into it?" The was no situation that could keep me from cracking a joke.

As I waited for her answer I slowly pushed my middle finger past the point of no return and curled up. Right then she said, "Yes," a little too enthusiastically, "it's good, yeAh." She smiled and laughed like she'd just seen a child swear, and pushed herself into the movements of my finger. I slowly added another, worried I could hurt her off I wasn't careful.

"I'm more of an RnB guy myself," I reached deeper into her, feeling a hot grip on my fingers as she rocked forward and tightened.

"Mm, yeah. Like," she paused to shudder, "what?" I admired her momentarily before answering the trivial question. She looked strangely free, unburdened by thoughts of school or shit home life. It pleased me to see her without doubt or stress, even if it was in that context.

"I really like Summer Walker, y'know." Without pause I let my mature take hold of me and pumped in and out of her faster. There was no resistance, she was nearly soaking through her sweats by the time I had worked up to three fingers.

Each stroke, small or big, made her thighs tighten and release. As we needed the school I attempted to spread my fingers apart inside her, but she was altogether too tight, too untouched to just take it all southing ten minutes.

"I'm...there," part of her wanted to keep a shred of innocence, she didn't want to say cum. Her conscience would allow her.

Caught up in the ridiculousness of it all, I leaned into the side of her face, nose to the shell of her ear, all the while fucking her faster than I was before, and whispered, "3," I hooked my fingers, massaging her out, "2," she gasped, holding it back, "1," and with the three final deep strokes she gripped my wrist with her dainty hands between her legs. She held my hand in place, rolling her body forward until she had come down.

Once she was done with her labored breathing she set her head on my shoulder, still gripping my arm, and quietly thanked me.