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Authors name: Jackie Juggs (jackjugglr@aol.com)
Story title : Jenny Rides the Bus
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Jenny Rides the Bus (MF, mast, pub)
by Jackie Juggs (jackjugglr@aol.com)
Jenny knew the little dress she had worn to work that
day was too short, but it wasn't until she climbed
the steps to get on the bus that the cool morning air
on her bare buttocks told her that she had forgotten
to wear any panties, and here she was getting on the
bus with only a few inches of spring knit dress
covering her pubic mound.
Gosh, she reflected. I thought I had put some on.
Jenny hung onto the overhead bar to keep her balance.
This caused her short dress to rise higher than she
knew was proper. She could feel it up around her
hips. Oooooh, she thought, if it rises any higher
they'll be able to see my ... or they would if I had
on any." Standing as she was with her legs spread
slightly, the pretty young woman could feel the air
inside the bus brushing against the exposed tissues
of her sparsely haired underside. "It's tickling me
between my lips," she thought. "Its making my
clitoris hard. This is awful."
A black policeman was standing to her left. Jenny
had barely noticed him. Then suddenly the bus
lurched and they were thrown together.
Excuse me," said the policeman very politely.
Jenny's soft breasts had mashed flat against his
uniformed chest as her smooth cheeks brushed against
his brown face. She could smell his after shave.
English Leather. "Its... uhhh... okay," Jenny
gasped. The cop's nightstick handle pushed forward
from his utility belt and slipped under Jenny's
dress. "Let me give you a hand," he said in a
friendly manner. A hand? Feels more like a
blackjack, thought Jenny.
"I...uh, ok," she said, "I seem to be having trouble
with my balance. The bus is just so crowded."
"Here," said the good samaritan, putting an arm
around her waist, bracing her body against his.
"I'll keep these barbarians from pushing you to the
floor." Inadvertently, however, the policeman's
helpful intentions pulled Jenny more firmly against
the mahogany protrusion jutting up from his utility
belt. Golly, thought the helpless young white woman,
I should have worn some panties. If I had known
something like this was going to... The hard black
handle pressed against the silky blond juncture of
her bare white thighs. The black policeman held her
more tightly at the waist, but as the bus lurched
around a corner, he had to lower his grip to keep her
from falling. With both hands he cupped the rounded
softness of Jennys' barely covered buttocks. She
could feel his strong fingers pulling her slightly
apart, further exposing the puffy inner surfaces of
her unpantied underside.
"That was a close one," he said. "Lucky for you I'm
here. You would be on the floor." To help him in
his efforts, Jenny gripped the overhead bar more
firmly and swung herself into a better angle for the
blackjack handle. She knew she was lubricating
heavily. She just hoped it wouldn't start running
down her legs.
The handle of the cop's baton wobbled around under
her dress, then caught against the upper split of her
pubic mound. Its almost between my lips, she
thought. Not quite ... uh .. a little tippy toe to
raise herself another inch and ... a slight twist of
her hips ... maybe if I ... uuuuh ... God, she had
it. She could feel the blunt tip touching her,
catching just enough to steady itself, then spreading
her slippery outer lips.
"Unnnggghhhhh," she gasped as the first inch or so
went in.
"Are you all right?" asked the cop. "Holding you too
tight?"
"Ummmmf, no," she said, almost out of breath, "but if
you could just lower me a little it would ... uhhhhh
... ummmfff ..." She gasped as the policeman did
as she asked. He could feel Jenny's soft ass
trembling through the thin material of her short
dress. It was all she could do to suppress an
unladylike wiggle as the pressure of her weight
forced the black cop's polished nightstick further up
into her slushy slit.
No one around them seemed to notice that she was
doing anything other than holding on to the cop to
keep from falling. Maybe he was copping a feel or
two but... Well, she did have her legs spread a
litle more than seemed absolutely necessary, but...
"It's so deep," she whispered into the policeman's
ear, her trembling cheek resting against his."
Unable to hold out any longer, she twisted her pudgy
pelvis this way and that to get as much of the
fucking thing up into her as she could. " I've
never felt anything so far up me," she said.
"I beg your pardon?" said Officer Friendly, "are you
sure I'm not hurting you?"
"Ohhh, noooo," she whimpered, surreptiously trying to
work her internal muscles on the stiff handle. Her
dress had fallen to its proper position. No one
would notice. I must be spread out like a silver
dollar, she thought. I've never had anything so ...
oooooh ... it must be up to my liver. How long is
the fucking thing anyway? I thought I could take
just the handle, but ... damn, had the black cop
caught on to her? Was he actually feeding the whole
goddamn thing into her greedy hole and wondering, as
Jenny was, how much of it she could take? Under
her dress the squirming young woman's clitoris jutted
out like an inquisitive little finger, rubbing
against the polished pole as it slipped back and
forth between her swollen lips. "Unnnnnggggghhh,"
she grunted, trying to muffle her voice against the
black policeman's neck. Then suddenly felt the
policeman's fist against her stretched lips. She
looked up into his face in panic. He knew. His
smile told her. She had allowed the black bastard to
stuff her to the gills with polished nightstick.
"Thought maybe you might could use a hand after all,"
he said. "No sense getting my baton all stinky for
nothing."
Jenny closed her pretty eyes and clung to the
policeman's neck with both arms and, with as much
decorum as she could muster, fucked herself on the
pleasure-giving stick. The good policeman pressed it
flush against her flat crotch.
"God," she moaned as realization hit her.
"Unnnngggghhhhh, I'm coming. I'm coming hard ...
ummmmfffff ... standing here on a bus with people all
round me, a fucking blackjack up my ... god, I've
never been so wet ... I hope nobody can see it
running down my ... unnnnggggghhhhh," she grunted
again as a second spasm washed over her on the heels
of the first. "Ohhhh, ummmmmmfffff, unnnnggggghhhh."
She shuddered and shook spasmodically, her legs wide,
her pelvis tilted to accept as much as she could of
the ebony baton. She wanted to hold the black
officer, to brace herself against him so he could
stuff her like a maniac. She didn't want to look
like some kind of animal, but as she came down from
her second orgasm, the policeman kept the cudgel
jammed up her and a third one hit. The goddamn
blackjack would not go soft. She could have as much
as she wanted, as many as she wanted. No man had
ever lasted so long.
Sweaty patches were showing on her thin dress by the
time the cop eased the black pole out of her and back
to its proper place on his utility belt. Jenny had
lost track of where her hemline was. She searched
frantically for it to pull her dress down. She
looked at her African American benefactor in
desperation, her mouth open in a silent question.
"It's my stop," said. He took out a handkerchief and
wiped his blackjack. "Can't go to work with this all
sticky. Might need to beat some heads. The smell
would wake the bastard up. If you want some more I'm
at the Second Precinct. Ask for Corporal Tucker."
Jenny couldn't say anthing as he disappeared toward
the door. The distressed young woman could feel clear
secretion running down her legs. Her lips hung loose
and open under her dress. She knew she was standing
with her legs too far apart.
"It was so black," she thought, "and it was so far up
me. And here I am, all wet and loose. But it really
wasn't my fault. I just forgot to wear some panties
and the policeman was just trying to help and somehow
his nightstick got under my dress and I felt it
against my legs and it spread me open and...ooooh, it
was so stiff and long, and I wonder how it looked
sticking out of me. I wonder how many times I came.
Next time I'd better wear some panties. What did he
say his name was? Second Precinct?"
The End
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