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Las Vegas Turnaround
by Mark Phillips (sotborder@yahoo.com)

***

On a Las Vegas Turnaround, a man, frustrated at his 
girlfriend's insistence on developing their 
relationship before consummating it, has an opportunity 
to turn things around with the help of a group of horny 
men. (M+/F, reluc, mast, orgy, mexican)

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Dear Reader, it's been a while, and I'm glad to be 
back. Enjoy the story. Feedback would be appreciated. 
Mark

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Las Vegas Turnaround


John looked around the parking lot anxiously. As the 
sole proprietor of his business, Show Tune Tours, he 
was responsible to make sure that customers showed up 
on time. The bus had arrived on time, thankfully, but 
there seemed to be some stragglers. 

After loading up the beer and double-checking to make 
sure he had everything John disembarked and welcomed 
the passengers scheduled to come on the trip. He shook 
their hands and greeted them warmly as they filed into 
the bus. He learned out the door to see if more cars 
were pulling into the parking lot. They were running 
late. John felt tense. There was a feeling of 
expectation in the air. John could hear wafts of 
conversation floating by between his worry. 

"I got a good feeling about this trip honey. I really 
think we're going to hit it big."

"Are you playing 21 or Craps?" 

"There's a rumor that that gay dude who got his head 
bit by the tiger might try and stage a comeback."

"Last time I went on one of these trips I made 10 grand 
on the slots." 

"Yeah right. You say that every year and you're still 
driving a Pinto," Laughter.

"Are those beers in back cold yet?" 

John hopped off the bus onto the parking lot; the 
conversations becoming muffled and unintelligible. 

As always he had called everyone the evening before to 
make sure there were no cancellations. Everyone said 
they were ready and looking forward to the trip, 
including Scott, a smug jock type who John used to go 
to college with. According to the list of people on his 
clipboard forty-four people were signed up to go, Yet, 
only thirty nine people had arrived. John glanced 
through the bus's windows. Although most of the 
passengers on the bus were talking and laughing, a few 
of the them seemed to scowling. A few of them looked 
more than irritated. They were growing impatient.

John looked down at his watch worriedly 'dumb assholes' 
he thought to himself, 'They are more than 1/2 hour 
late." John was not much of a businessman. He was a 
nice guy, a decent guy, but not very comfortable with 
himself. He started off the morning by polishing off a 
couple of quick Coronas in the parking lot, to take an 
edge off his nervousness. 

Running a tour business was hard. So many things could 
go wrong and oftentimes they did. John's alarm clock 
decided to take it's own nap in the morning. When John 
groggily woke up, he was shocked to see that he had a 
little over an hour to get to the church parking lot 
were everyone was supposed to meet. He didn't even have 
a chance to eat a donut. The alcohol produced a mild 
buzz, which mellowed him out a bit. Still however, his 
eyebrows were furrowed with worry.

John felt a warm arm encircle his waist. He looked down 
at his girlfriend Lourdes. They had met about nine 
months ago. They had been introduced by a mutual friend 
of theirs at the University. The attraction was 
immediate. John always wondered to himself what a 
beauty like Lourdes saw in him. He wasn't a slob or 
anything, but in a crowd of people he stood out like an 
ink spot on a piece of black velvet. He was the 
quintessential Regular Joe. 

There was nothing remarkable about his personality or 
his looks. Lourdes on the other hand was the closest 
thing to heaven he had ever seen, and as far as he 
could tell the world had ever seen based on the hard 
stares and furtive glances that constantly were 
directed at her. It bothered John that Lourdes caused 
such a reaction, but he was reasonably sure that she 
only had eyes for him. In fact she was the one that 
suggested they only date each other. 

By mutual agreement they had an exclusive relationship 
for the last six months. Everything between them was 
great, but the sex was basically non-existent, much to 
John chagrin. Lourdes had told John early on when they 
were on the cusp of segueing from friends to dating, 
that she had a bad sexual experience when she was 
younger, which ruined the relationship she was in, a 
relationship she felt had a lot of potential.

She said that later on after they were more firmly 
established maybe she would consider intercourse, but 
for the present time, she wanted to base their 
relationship on caring and mutual respect. "Anyone can 
have sex" she was fond of saying, "but only a select 
few can maintain a healthy and emotionally stable 
relationship." She was 24, two years young than John, 
yet in many way much more mature than him. 

When Lourdes spent the night at his apartment last 
night, he could hardly keep his hands off her. He acted 
like a little boy on his first visit to a Toys "R" Us. 
He often was frustrated at her control. He didn't 
understand how she couldn't feel as horny as he did. 

After watching another boring movie on the Life Time 
Channel. John and Lourdes gravitated to the bed. It was 
late and they had to get up early. John was horny and 
becoming more resentful. Just sitting next to Lourdes 
was enough to get his cock to harden. Why couldn't they 
at least try it once? He knew that Lourdes wasn't on 
the pill, but he didn't have any problems using a 
condom. Shit, who cares? He'd put one on. Shit, he'd 
get a vasectomy if it would help him get into Lourdes. 
He was getting sick of hand jobs. He got to cum, but it 
wasn't the same. He wanted to feel himself inside the 
tight, wet hole of Lourdes' pussy. 

Lourdes patiently explained, as she stroked Johns cock, 
that what mattered most was the emotional connection, 
the sharing of thoughts, dreams and feelings between 
two people. That's what made their relationship so 
special. Intercourse would come later. As her little 
hands pumped his shaft, and she continued to explain in 
that maddening matter of fact way of hers the 
importance of maintaining an intercourse free 
relationship, and focus on what's important, he tuned 
her out and gazed at her body. 

Her heavy breasts swayed up and down as she used her 
hands and arms to maintain a consistent rhythm on his 
throbbing shaft. She was propped up on her knees, which 
caused her back to bow gracefully accentuating her 
perfect round behind. He reached down and traced his 
finger down her back, opened his hand and ran his 
fingers over the tight firmness of her ass. 

God, how he wished she would let him fuck her. Just 
once. He would even settle being able to run the taut 
head of his cock in the folds of her pussy for a few 
seconds. That would be enough to relieve his lust if 
just for a few hours. In frustration he tried to touch 
her pussy, but she quickly shifted away. She wouldn't 
let him near it. Lourdes paused in mid stroke making 
him groan with frustration, his hard member throbbing 
with unreleased tension.

"You haven't been listening to a word that I've said," 
Lourdes stated reproachfully. "We are not going to have 
sexual intercourse. I don't want to leave you 
frustrated, but if you can't control yourself I won't 
even do this. You can do it to yourself." She put her 
arms behind her and leaned back. Her position rolled 
her shoulders slightly back, pushing her full breasts, 
with those delectable dark brown nipples forward. 
John's felt a dull ache of need in his groin. Lourdes 
was stacked. Her breasts were, large and round with 
nipples just made to suck and nibble. 

She wouldn't let him near those either. She had 
mentioned in the past that they were ultra-sensitive 
and she wasn't comfortable having them fondled. He had 
little recourse other than stare at them and wonder 
what they felt like, what it would be like to suck them 
into his mouth and roll the nipple around his tongue 
until the nubs stood out hard and throbbing. John felt 
like a diabetic in a sea of chocolate. 

All he could do was look, fantasize and hope. He knew 
better than to argue. Lourdes always got her way. She 
was too strong willed to break down. Secondly, he knew 
that although she had a soft spot for him and cared for 
him deeply, she would have no problem leaving him 
unfulfilled. His cocked ached. He looked down and saw 
it twitching and then glanced at Lourdes who looked 
back at him impassively. 

He needed to cum. He needed to cum so bad. He was just 
going to have to settle for another hand job. It was 
better than nothing. If their relationship continued 
the way it had been going, eventually he was going to 
have the chance to be inside her. He could hardly wait.

"I'm sorry baby," John said apologetically, "you just 
drive me crazy. I promise to keep my hands to myself."

Lourdes didn't respond. She just slowly moved into her 
prior position and moved her hands towards John's still 
extremely hard cock. "No more trying to touch me, right 
John" Lourdes whispered as she began to stroke John's 
cock with both of her hands. "I don't want to break up 
John," she continued, "but you need to really show some 
self-control." She began to stroke him faster. The pre-
cum that bubbled out of his piss hole coated his cock, 
making Lourdes' hands glide effortlessly back and 
forth. 

John gasped, "I'm sorry Lourdes. Really, I'm sorry. I 
wo... shiiit!" John began to cum, his cock spraying his 
warm sperm in the air, residual drops falling back on 
his stomach. The excess spunk from his last contraction 
bubbled out, coating the fingers of Lourdes who 
patiently milked the last bit of sperm from the 
softening member in front of her. John breathed a sigh 
of relief. It had felt good to blow his nut. In his 
post orgasmic bliss he felt sated. 

Lourdes reached over and kissed him gently on the lips. 
"I'll be back in a second hon, I need to use the 
bathroom." She scampered off the bed, her heavy breasts 
slightly bouncing as she stood up. John watched her 
naked form. Her body was wonderfully and absolutely 
perfect. The dark hair just a few shades darker than 
her brown skin, cascaded down her slim back He just had 
to control himself. He just had to. He just had to be 
patient.

Lourdes came back and quickly jumped under the covers. 
"Burr it's cold" she said, but not before John had 
another eye full of her. His cock started to engorge. 
He willed it back to it's flaccid state, but it grew 
bigger and firmer. She reached over and gave him 
another quick peck on the lips reminding him that they 
had a big day tomorrow and had to be at the parking lot 
by 5:00 in the morning. She turned her back to him to 
fall asleep. 

John couldn't help himself. He was horny again. He 
couldn't stop thinking about Lourdes. He started to 
stroke himself being careful not to shake the bed. He 
imagined her on her knees on the floor and him behind 
her pummeling her pussy. In his fantasy he was sticking 
his cock in her ass and her pussy, while at the same 
time pinching and pulling her nipples. 

She was moaning and telling him how good it felt, how 
large he was, how filled she was. She was asking for 
it, begging for it. John gripped his cock tightly and 
slowed down the strokes, pro-longing the length of his 
cum as ropes of his jism flew out of his cock into the 
blanket. He had to bite his lip to keep from yelling 
out from the intensity of the experience. John fell 
back to a peaceful, yet troubled sleep.

Lourdes knew that John was jacking himself off to 
sleep. As hard as John was trying to be still, it was 
obvious when he came. Picturing him shooting was a turn 
on, but she was adamant about her feelings of not 
consummating the relationship until she fest ready. 
Until then, when she felt that she could trust John 
completely and explicitly, the most he would be getting 
were his daily hand jobs. There was no way that she was 
going to let him inside of her. She wasn't cruel, she 
didn't think so anyway, that's just the way it had to 
be. She drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

John scanned the parking lot again. He was recently 
starting to get uptight. Lourdes squeezed him close. 
"Don't worry hon, the other people will get here soon 
and then we'll leave. Look" she said, pointing her 
finger to the entrance of the parking lot, "I bet 
that's them now." 

The black Hummer burned rubber entering the parking 
lot. The driver broke hard coming to a stop next to the 
bus, his tires leave a three foot skid mark on the 
asphalt. John and Lourdes approached the truck. John 
was irritated. Those morons were forty minutes late. 
The driver of the truck disembarked quickly. He held 
out his hand. "Hi, it's me Scott. Sorry we're late." 

John winced at Scott's hard grip. "Good seeing you 
again," Scott said. It was like shaking hands with a 
bear. Scott stole a full body glance at the gorgeous 
Latina girl in front of him. Even under the wrap around 
skirt and her blouse, Scott could see that this girl 
was hot; nice legs and ass, full round wide tits that 
filled her blouse out pleasingly. She turned away. In 
disgust? Embarrassment? 'What a fucking package' he 
thought to himself. 

Scott, quickly introduced the other four guys in their 
party, Mark, Craig, Paul and Manny. John said to the 
group as he was checking of their names on the 
clipboard, "Well, we better get going. We got a long 
way to go before we get to Vegas and we're already 
late." Oh, he said checking himself, this is my 
girlfriend Lourdes, addressing the rest of the group 
who had missed the previous introduction, "she is going 
to be assisting me on this trip." 

The entire groups gave Lourdes a quick once over and it 
was obvious they were pretty impressed. Lourdes mumbled 
a greeting and told John she would meet him on the bus. 
All the guys in the group had a cockiness to them. They 
seemed too sure of themselves, too confident, and it 
made John nervous. He was in band when he was in 
school, part of the Band Geek crowd. The only thing he 
lettered in was the alphabet. He was a world away from 
this group in terms of confidence. 

He knew it and he knew that they knew it too. All of 
they guys were in excellent shape and it was obvious 
they worked out frequently. John looked down at 
himself. He wasn't in bad shape, but felt like his legs 
were too skinny and overall he was too thin and lanky. 
He had more of a runner's body, not an athlete's body. 
As it was going to be a hot day, the all had dressed 
for it. Snug shorts, shirts and tank tops. Scott and 
the rest of the guys glanced at Lourdes' tight ass as 
she walked up the steps into the bus. John tried to 
pretend he didn't notice, but he did. "Well guys," he 
said almost apologetically, "let's go huh?" 

After introducing the bus driver and Lourdes to the 
group, John announced the itinerary, reminding everyone 
the importance of getting back to the bus on time at 
each stop. The way John got paid was by bringing groups 
into casinos for pre-set intervals, usually three or 
five hours. All bus participants were expected to play 
during the allotted time. John got paid a couple 
hundred dollars per hour so on a given weekend he could 
gross a good $1,500.00 on "stops" as they were called 
in the industry on top of what he made by raffling off 
items during their bus ride. 

It was a lot of responsibility and stressful to keep a 
busload of passengers happy. It was particularly 
difficult when they started getting sauced. He had 
thought in the past to run non-alcoholic tours, but 
Lourdes balked at the idea when he presented it to her. 
It wasn't Prohibition. Alcohol was a socially 
sanctioned beverage. What was important was how people 
handled their liquor.

Three hours into the trip the beer was flowing pretty 
heavily. John had already done two raffles, a bottle of 
Cuervo, which Scott, the passenger that was late had 
won, to overly boisterous yelling and clapping, and a 
$20.00 gift certificate to the Olive Garden, won by a 
nice older couple sitting towards the front. John 
scanned the bus. It looked like everyone was having a 
good time. 

They would be pulling into Vegas in two or three hours 
depending on the traffic. Glancing out the window John 
could see that the traffic on Highway 15, was fairly 
light, so they would probably be getting to the first 
casino by noon or so.

Scott and his friends had found ample room in the back 
of the bus next to the beer, which was adjacent to the 
restroom. They had taken over two rows of seats. It was 
louder in that area than the rest of the bus, but there 
was more privacy and the back section was the 
designated smoking section. John hoped that they were 
doing anything they weren't supposed it; something 
illegal. The way they were huddled in the back it 
looked like they were passing around a joint. 

During the morning announcements John could see Scott 
and his friends looking at him with mild contempt. In 
the middle of explaining the itinerary John has gotten 
momentarily confused about the itinerary and Scott had 
yelled out from the back, "Come on Napoleon Dynamite, 
get your words out!" The bus had erupted into laughter. 
John could feel his face burn with embarrassment. 

Those guys were potentially trouble and John would have 
to really keep an eye on them. He thought to himself 
that maybe he should make sure that what he saw being 
passed around was not loco weed, but thought it best to 
just ignore the situation. They were going to be in 
Vegas in a few hours and it made no sense to antagonize 
the passengers, especially the ones from that group.

Lourdes turned to John, "Hon, I need to use the 
restroom. Save my place for me would you?" "Sure babe," 
he replied, "just watch out for the guys in the back. 
If they give you any trouble, just ignore them." 
Feigning courage he continued, "if they behave 
disrespectfully to you make sure you let me know and 
I'll go have a talk with them." "Stop worrying," she 
replied, "I'll be back in a minute." She kissed him 
lightly on the lips and headed towards the back.

As Lourdes made her way down the narrow space between 
the rows of seats, she had to sometimes squeeze herself 
between people who had struck up conversations; 
inebriated dialogues between red faced drunks, arguing 
the merits of the various U.S. immigration policies, 
who would be in the Final Four that year and a host of 
other alcohol driven chatter. John watched Lourdes 
walk. She looked sexy just walking. Her tight ass 
seemed to almost twitch under her pink wraparound 
skirt. 

Furtive glances followed her as she made her way to the 
restroom. John saw one lady poke her husband in the arm 
when his gaze seemed to linger maybe a few seconds too 
long when Lourdes walked by. John saw him look away 
guiltily as his wife hissed at him to put his eyes back 
in his head.

John looked back and saw Lourdes pause at the entrance 
to the restroom. Apparently Scott was whispering 
something to her. She hesitantly bent over to hear what 
he was saying. John could feel a flash of adrenaline 
flow thru him. What the hell did Scott want?

At that moment one of the passengers came over to John 
and introduced himself. To John's disbelief the guy 
actually sat down in Lourdes's seat as if he were 
John's official seat mate. 'Shit' John thought to 
himself. He couldn't be rude so he tried to follow the 
guy's conversation, making the appropriate "Uhuh" and 
"Oh really" in all the correct places. What the hell 
was Lourdes? It didn't take that long to take a leak. 
He wanted so bad to excuse himself, or at least get up 
to look over the seats to see what was going on, but 
didn't know how to extract himself from the unwanted 
social situation he was in. 

The guy was actually pretty drunk. He was lamenting the 
loss of his wife to cancer and then complaining about 
his born again Christian son who never visited him. 
John was going nuts and was starting to get worried. 
While the man next to him continued droning on about 
the trials and tribulations of his life, John snuck a 
quick peek at his watch. "Fuck, it's been fifty five 
minutes already" he thought angrily, but with just the 
slightest bit of anxiety. He clenched his fists in 
frustration. 

Godammit, he had to get this guy to shut-up. At that 
moment, the bus driver asked John a question about the 
lodging, giving John a temporary reprieve. He used the 
moment to excuse himself. "Look sir, I'm really sorry, 
but I have to talk to my driver" trying to be as polite 
as he could. 

"No bother," slurred the man, pointing crookedly to the 
back of the bus. "The reason I came over here in the 
first place was because some guy in the back paid me 
fifty bucks to keep you company for a while." John 
quivered with fury. Leaving the drunk and telling the 
bus driver he'd be back in a few minutes, John walked 
with resolve to the back of the bus. 

After Lourdes left John she walked daintily down the 
narrow catwalk to the back. She was annoyed by the 
lecherous stares and looked away or thru the most 
obvious ones, but didn't let it her affect her 
attitude. Being stared at was part of being an 
attractive woman. She barely contained a smile when a 
woman to the side of her hit her husband whose eyes 
were boring holes into Lourdes' top. Men were such 
dorks.

Four or five feet from the restroom she saw Scott and 
his friends. Even from this distance she could smell 
the tell tale sign of marijuana. Scott leaned over and 
whispered something to one of the guys who smiled. 
Lourdes looked nonchalantly out the window, and 
continued walking, intending to ignore them. She knew 
this breed of guys. Muscle bound dimwits trying to 
perpetuate their adolescence another ten years. What 
losers. 

Defiantly, she put some extra swing in her step making 
her sexy hips undulate provocatively under her skirt 
and her full, round breasts rock slightly in the tight 
confines of her bra. They could say, think and 
fantasize about anything they wanted, but they had as 
much chance connecting with her as they had a chance 
winning the Super Lotto.

Right when Lourdes reached the bathroom, she glanced to 
the right intending to give Scott and his motley crew 
of thick headed friends a withering glance of distain. 
Scott caught her eyes, but ignored the flash of 
disgust. Purposely, he called out to her with a voice 
too low to hear. Taken off guard at not getting the 
reaction she expected she unconsciously leaned forward, 
straining to hear. Lourdes whiffed a strong smell of 
marijuana. She wrinkled her nose. She really hated 
people who needed to be in an altered state to be 
happy. She really needed to go. She could feel the 
pressure in her bladder. Why did she need to stop and 
listen to this creep. Scott flashed a white, toothy 
smile. 

"Hi," he said smoothly, "we were wondering if we could 
solicit your opinion on something." He stared into her 
eyes openly waiting for her response. The rest of the 
guys quieted down checking her out quickly and then 
glancing away so as not to distract Lourdes in a 
negative way. It was important that she felt safe.

The seats in the back faced each other, which formed an 
almost complete cubicle. All of them were filled except 
the seat next to Scott, by the window, which couldn't 
be seen from the rest of the bus. The only way people 
could see what was happening if they came to the back 
to get beers, but the rate of consumption seemed to 
have slowed down some as nobody had come by for a 
while. Apparently a lot of people had snuck their own 
wine and hard liquor too, which accounted for the lack 
of traffic. 

Even if someone came to use the restroom, Scott's broad 
back could easily block the view if he chose to 
reposition himself. Lourdes eyes them suspiciously. As 
she scanned their faces, Scott looked down. He could 
see the firm, soft swells of Lourdes' large breasts as 
gravity pulled the top away from her soft, brown skin. 
When Lourdes looked back at Scott he was again looking 
at her eyes. She didn't trust this guy, but he was out 
of his league if he thought he could pull anything on 
her. 

She might have been born on a weekend, but it wasn't 
last weekend. Lourdes squatted down, bending her knees, 
aware that her top was loose enough to show ample 
cleavage to this group of degenerates. As much as these 
dopes might like a free peep show, they would have to 
go to a boobie bar in Vegas and pay for the thrill if 
they wanted to see a pair of boobs.

"What opinion might that be?" she asked with an openly 
hostile attitude. "Have a seat" Scott gestured his 
palms open to the open seat beside him." 

"I don't think so."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Not really."

"I take it you've had bad experiences with men?"

"Yes, actually no, I'm very happy right now - anyway 
it's none of your damn business," she added an edge in 
her voice.

"Relationships can be hard."

"I know that."

"I've been through a divorce. It was very painful" 
Scott said softly, looking down at his lap.

Lourdes was at a loss for words. She wasn't expecting 
to feel empathy. Scott took advantage of the situation. 
Looking into Lourdes' eyes he said, "Look, people get 
the wrong idea of me and my friends. If they got to 
know us, and took the time to look behind this whole 
jock stereotype thing they would see that there is a 
lot more to us than just weightlifting and playing 
sports, but people jump to conclusions without giving 
us a chance, without giving us the benefit of the 
doubt. We have feelings too, just like everybody else 
does. Scott looked away from Lourdes to stare out the 
window. He threw out the hook. Shaking his head 
dismissively he said, "Never mind, a woman of your 
caliber has better things to do than talk to a bunch of 
dumb jocks." He bit the last words off.

Lourdes wasn't expecting the conversation to go this 
direction. She was expecting Scott to get defensive, 
giving her the opportunity to maintain the level of 
control she was so used to. An emotional Berlin Wall, 
where she was safe, entrenched and which gave her the 
opportunity to launch her verbal assaults and circular 
arguments where she was always the winner. It always 
worked out the way.

She was proud of the fact that she was always so in 
control of herself, that nobody could touch her, 
physically or emotionally, unless she gave the O.K. 
Scott's vulnerability made her uncomfortable, but she 
didn't let on. She hesitated. "Give me a sec." She 
opened the door to the bathroom and let herself inside.

Mark, Paul, Manny, and Craig simultaneously put their 
index and middle fingers together and raised them to 
their faces. They thrust their tongues thru them 
rapidly, the universal symbol of eating pussy and began 
giggling like 4th grade boys reading their first 
Playboy Magazine. "Okay guys, we just have a few 
minutes until she comes out" Scott said, "stick with 
the plan. Act normal, at least for a while longer, 
huh?" He tried to hold back his own grin. With mock 
anger he whispered hoarsely, "and do something else 
with your stupid fingers."

Lourdes came out and paused by Scott. He quickly got 
up. Playfully he said, "Please step into my office." 
Lourdes slightly paused and squeezed by Scott, her 
tight ass rubbing his legs. Scott willed himself not to 
grab the firm round ass in front of him and squeeze. 
This woman was hot. A perfect specimen of the female 
species. Lourdes was just how he liked them. Latin, 
long thick hair, almond eyes, full lips, big tits, thin 
waist and perfectly round ass.

Lourdes sat down. She felt a pang of trepidation, but 
pushed it out of her mind. She took a deep breath and 
exhaled. What she was doing was odd and out of 
character for her, but she felt safe. She was on a bus, 
not some rave club in an abandoned warehouse somewhere. 

She was about to say something when she realized that 
she hadn't taken the time to tell John she was visiting 
with some of the passengers. Scott sensed that Lourdes 
was going to get up again, so he reached under his seat 
to grab the bottle of Cuervo Gold. They had brought 
their own booze and glasses, but the tequila he won was 
the best for this type of situation. It gave a special 
buzz, which crept up on a person like an early fog. 
Bang. Before they knew it they would all be in Tomorrow 
Land, especially Lourdes.

Manny and Paul were directly in front of Lourdes and 
Scott. Mark was sitting on the hand rest kitty corner 
to Scott. Craig was next to him on the other armrest. 
Scott had subtly turned his body so that his broad back 
was blocking the view from the restroom door and beer 
area. Lourdes felt penned in and was particularly 
uncomfortable because she was blocked in by a wall of 
solid muscle. Actually, she wasn't blocked in, she 
could get up any time she wanted and leave. She was the 
one in control. Always had, always would. "I need to 
talk to John," Lourdes said abruptly. 

"Sure," Scott said easily, "he's not going anywhere. 
Now that you have seen the error of your ways and have 
realized we are just as real, warm and caring as 
everybody else, let's celebrate with a shot or two 
shall we?" Lourdes had scooted up on the seat, causing 
her skirt to ride up a few inches past her knees 
exposing her firm thighs. 

Lourdes squeezed her legs together. She really wanted 
to go. John would be worried. Manny who was directly in 
front of her said, "Hey Lourdes relax, we are glad 
you're here. You seem really nice and we're looking 
forward to getting to know you." He gave her a friendly 
wink. Imperceptibly, he slowly pressed Lourdes' knees 
and pushed her back into her seat. Lourdes felt 
stifled, but didn't want to make a scene. John would be 
fine. She'd see him in a bit. 

Scott cracked open he bottle, got out a salt shaker and 
a plastic bag of limes. People gave him a hard time for 
over packing, but it was always good to be prepared. He 
gave everyone a shot glass. With great gravity he 
raised his shot glass, "To Lourdes, the only woman who 
gave us a chance." 

Everyone raised their glasses solemnly except Lourdes. 
Something didn't seem right. She was on her way to the 
bathroom and now she was sitting down with a bunch of 
stoned and half drunk jocks. Scott didn't allow her 
time to dwell on her thoughts. He cocked his head to 
one side. "Come on Lourdes, you are going to give us a 
chance, right?" She hesitated briefly and then shyly 
raised her glass too.

The next thirty minutes were actually fun. They were 
pretty decent guys. Although occasionally she would 
catch one of the guys checking out her boobs or trying 
to look up her skirt, she chalked that up to the 
drinking. They were just a little loose, that's all. 
Lourdes was on her sixth shot and was starting to feel 
a really strong buzz. Time seemed to be going in slow 
motion, yet there was a clarity to the experience that 
defied understanding. 

Usually booze made her tired, but the tequila was 
actually making her feel more acutely aware of her 
surroundings, the laughter, the camaraderie. These guys 
might be jocks, but they were nice jocks. Really nice, 
sweet jocks. Cute jocks too. Scott was cute. A real 
cutie pie. A cutie pie, pumpkin pie, pie in the sky. An 
image of John floated into her mind, but the image was 
translucent and fleeting. It floated away with the 
clink of glasses and loud laughter.

Lourdes was getting pretty sloshed. Her skirt would 
frequently ride up her legs. She thought she saw Craig 
reach over and pull her skirt up higher, but she wasn't 
sure. She looked down and could almost see her sheer 
lace panties. She pulled her skirt down again. Another 
time, Manny had reached over to look at her necklace. 
It seemed that he purposely had tried to pull her 
blouse open more than he needed to so he could properly 
see the necklace's design. She looked down and saw the 
swell of her firm breasts. Her clothes felt tight. It 
was probably the booze. She thought it best to start 
slowing down the drinking a bit.


It seemed that anytime someone spoke to her they also 
touched her in some way. Her arm, her leg, nothing 
obvious. It was kind of intrusive, but the booze 
relaxed Lourdes' inhibitions and she gave no signal 
that it bothered her. She began feeling tingly and 
warm.

Manny and Paul had the best view of the group. Everyone 
purposely had made sure that Lourdes was drinking full 
shots. They would frequently pretend or only fill their 
glasses part way. Lourdes was drunk, but not overly 
drunk. She could still hold a conversation, albeit a 
slurred one. Manny's cock had been in a perpetual state 
of arousal for the last fifty five minutes. 

He had mentally undressed Lourdes about one hundred 
times. As she shifted around in her seat to face Scott 
or just to change position, she unwittingly flashed her 
panties. Manny and Paul both caught glimpses of the 
skimpy lace covering, the neatly shaved cunt pressed 
tightly against it. He was almost positive he saw silky 
black strands of pubic hairs poking out from under the 
sheer fabric. Manny could feel his cock jutting along 
his leg like a piece of ancient petrified wood.

Paul was in the same condition. He was ready to excuse 
himself to the bathroom just so he could jerk off and 
take away some of the pressure. Lourdes was ripe. He 
just had to see more. It was just too much. It was 
getting harder and harder to control his needs. Those 
fucking melons. Lourdes had to be a C or D cup. Her 
tits were big and round. Her tits were perfect. 

Just picturing them uncovered caused him to catch his 
breath. When she had reached over to pull Manny's 
sunglasses of his head, giggling that she couldn't see 
his eyes, he almost came watching her firm tits 
pressing against the fabric of her blouse. He could 
almost imagine her sweet nipples pressing deeply into 
the bra cups. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Scott could see that the environment was ripe to 
ratchet up the festivities another notch. Everyone, 
including himself, was in a highly aroused state. His 
stomach was buzzing with sexual tension. He could feel 
his cock, literally lurching forward in his pants. 
Lourdes had an incredible pair of legs, long and lithe, 
perfectly proportioned. It was getting impossible not 
to stare. 

Having such a beautiful and desirable woman just inches 
away was maddening. Especially getting fleeting 
glimpses of her soft thighs and panties as Lourdes 
shifted in her seat. It was getting more and more 
difficult to maintain a semblance of control. Scott 
stared hard at Lourdes' beautiful legs, imagining 
running his hands from her perfectly formed calves to 
her toned, yet soft yielding thighs, and higher under 
her cotton panties to the treasure underneath.

Scott winked at his friends. "Hey Lourdes, we got so 
carried away having fun that we forgot to ask your 
opinion about that subject I mentioned earlier." 
Lourdes looked at him quizzically. "What do you want to 
know?" Although Lourdes was buzzed, she was coherent 
enough to detect a slight change in the air. There was 
a tension beneath the fun and frolic that wasn't there 
before. She felt a thread of anxiety weave it's way 
through her body. 

"Well," Scott continued, "does having unprotected sex 
make the act of eh... intercourse more exciting." 

Lourdes wasn't sure what she heard. "Are you asking me 
if having sex without a condom or not being on some 
other birth control makes sex more exciting?" 

Scott looked into Lourdes' eyes, and then deliberately 
glanced down to her breasts before locking eyes with 
her again. The other guys just sat silently listening 
to the conversation. All of a sudden it was quiet.

Lourdes didn't like where the conversation was going 
and she didn't like the way Scott looked at her breasts 
like she was some cheap skank from the 'hood. She was 
there to have fun, not to talk about sex with a group 
of guys she barely new. She drew her legs together and 
clasped her hands in her lap. "Honestly, I wouldn't 
know and I'm not comfortable talking about this." She 
felt her buzz retreat a bit.

Scott kept his questioning light, not wanting to spook 
her, letting the conversation follow it's own path in a 
way that would make Lourdes be more accepting of it. 
"Don't take the question the wrong way Lourdes. On the 
way to the bus this morning, Manny brought it up. He 
said that a girl that he knew told him that having 
unprotected intercourse was exciting."

Lourdes looked over at Manny. She felt jittery and 
nervous; feelings that were alien to her, but she 
maintained her composure. She wanted to leave, but it 
wasn't the time. These guys were challenging her. She 
needed to show them that she wouldn't flinch. She tried 
to relax. Taking a small breath she said, "What makes 
your friend so excited about having unprotected 
intercourse?" 

Lourdes felt a small hollowness in her belly. It was 
more than nervousness. Talking about sex like this was 
sort of exciting her. She was with a group of guys in 
the back of a bus talking about a subject that she 
considered taboo with people she didn't know well. The 
conversation was light, not heavy duty, so Lourdes felt 
she could stay in control of the situation. They were 
just pushing her seeing what she could handle, that was 
all. 

Manny's changed the prose in his response, causing the 
conversation to shift from a clinical mode, to a more 
open, raw sexual mode. As he answered, the rest of the 
group closed in tighter, the air filling with the 
electricity of sexual tension. Lourdes unconsciously 
sat back in her chair, trying not to grip the arms 
rests. Her mouth and throat felt parched.

"Well, please excuse my language Lourdes, but my friend 
is pretty open. I'm just expressing myself he way she 
talks. You don't mind, right?"

Lourdes nodded her head, dipping it down quickly. 
"Uh...no go ahead." 

She said that when she's... being... fucked by someone 
bareback, it's exciting because of the feel of the guys 
cock slamming into her hole skin to skin. There is 
nothing between them. She said that although she knows 
it's dangerous, and a little crazy, knowing that the 
guy is going to blow a load of spunk inside of her, 
without any form of protection makes her go crazy. As 
he's shooting, she can feel the sperm coating her 
insides with his discharge, seeking out her egg. It's 
too much. She said she usually cums again."

Lourdes couldn't believe what she was hearing. She 
didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to know the 
answer to her question. She wished she had never asked 
it. The small hollowness in her belly grew bigger 
pressing down on her diaphragm leaving her weak with 
arousal. Lourdes felt her breasts swelling and her 
areola and nipples began to puff up with excitement. 
She took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down.

Scott and the others saw the effect the story had the 
beautiful Latina between them. The story had got her 
going. She was starting to get turned on. It was 
obvious. Her breath was noticeably labored. She looked 
confused as if she didn't know what she should do or 
say. 

"What's your opinion Lourdes?" Lourdes looked back at 
him her eyes lidded. She squeezed her thighs together, 
feeling her moist vulva grind together lubricated with 
her vaginal fluids, which began leaking out of her, the 
moment that Manny started the story. She didn't want 
to, but she couldn't help imagining it. It was crazy. 
It was totally and completely wrong and irresponsible. 
It wasn't right to play Russian Roulette and possibly 
bring a child into the world. 

Lourdes prided herself on her control. How could anyone 
enjoy - get off - on having unprotected sex. 
Unconsciously, she imagined being the girl in Manny's 
story. Having someone inside of her, unprotected. Just 
a naked... cock. She wouldn't be in control in that 
situation, not even close. The person who would lose 
would be her. She'd get... pregnant. Yet, it was 
exciting - to think about anyway. Fantasy is not 
reality. She shook her head as if to clear her 
thoughts.

As Lourdes was picturing a cock pistoning in and out of 
her unprotected, vagina she heard the sound of John's 
voice, "What the hell is going on here? What are you 
guys doing?" "Calm down," Scott said good-naturedly 
we're just having some fun with Lourdes. She's a nice 
girl and we thought it would be nice if she would share 
her opinion on something. No big deal."

John looked over at Lourdes. He knew the look. She 
looked aroused. Her thick black hair was tousled and 
the top two buttons on her blouse were undone giving an 
ample view of her large breasts. Her push up bra 
brought them up and forward, forming a deep cleavage. 
Her legs were slightly open giving a view of her firm, 
brown thighs. He could almost catch a glimpse of her 
panties. John could feel his cock begin to swell. He 
tried to will it away. 

He didn't know what was going on, what they had been 
talking about, but it make him angry. Unfortunately for 
they guys it wouldn't go beyond this. He was sure of 
it. He knew Lourdes better than anyone. In their 
bedroom Lourdes could be aroused by their foreplay but 
still stroke his cock with the robotic precision of an 
oil derrick. She had an incredible amount of self 
control. 

Scott was initially annoyed by the arrival of John, but 
quickly modified his plan. "Hey John, have a seat." 
Scott motioned Paul to vacate the chair in front of 
Lourdes. John paused, "I have to visit the rest of the 
passengers, I really can't..." Scott cut him off 
quickly. "Relax man, just take a seat." John sat down 
trying to appear angry and indignant.

He looked across the seat to his girlfriend. God, she 
looked hot. He couldn't believe that she looked so 
wanton. Why was she sitting like this? Her posture 
irritated him and made him more than a little horny. He 
shifted in his seat, trying to relive the pressure of 
his cock, which threatened to rip open his shorts. He 
looked between Lourdes' thighs and could see her 
panties. They looked... looked wet. What was going on?

Lourdes looked embarrassed. She was still aroused, but 
more in control. She just had to keep herself from 
thinking about... the story. She tried not to think. 
She felt slightly buzzed and horny; unfulfilled 
somehow. She looked over at John. He looked perplexed. 
She also noticed that he was hard. She could see the 
outline of her stiff cock in his shorts. She swallowed 
hard. They both needed to leave. They needed to get up 
and go. There were passengers to attend to. She needed 
some fresh air to clear her thoughts, to clear her 
imagination. 

Scott could see that John had a hard on. Seeing his 
girlfriend in such a situation should have produced 
some anger, or at the very least some indignation, but 
he saw neither, at least nothing overt. He just saw a 
horny guy. "Hey John, like what you see?" John knew he 
should say something to protect his girlfriend and 
dignify her, but he said nothing. 

All he could do was stare at Lourdes, her full breasts, 
her legs, her thighs. His anger suddenly. For the last 
several months all he gotten were a succession crummy 
hand-jobs and lectured to about the importance of 
developing a strong, caring and loving relationship and 
here was his girlfriend practically spread eagled on a 
bus in front of a group of strangers. It was bullshit. 

"Yeah," he blurted, "I like what I see, but that's as 
far as it'll go. Lourdes doesn't put out. She wants to 
develop our relationship before we fuck." He uttered 
the last few words with angry contempt. 

Lourdes looked at him angrily, her emotions confused. 
She didn't know what brought that tirade out of John. 
She thought he had agreed to their arrangement. All of 
a sudden she realized that they were really no longer 
on the same side. In an instant, John had made his pact 
with Scott and the rest of the group. 

John's diatribe opened the door to what Scott was 
looking for. "Before you got here John, we asked 
Lourdes what she thought about having unprotected sex. 
She didn't really answer, but we think that maybe she 
enjoyed the idea a little more than she thought she 
would." 

John looked at each person around Lourdes, a pained, 
surprised expression on his face. "You mean... that's 
why she's like this?" He looked accusingly at Lourdes, 
who looked nervous and scared. "Did that question get 
you horny?" he asked accusingly?

"N-N-N-No John I was just surprised that's all"

"Your lying. It did get you hot. Talking about having 
sex with someone without a condom got you going, didn't 
it?"

Lourdes moaned and licked her full lips. Reflexively 
she squeezed her thighs together, her clit tingling 
with excitement.

"It did. You're thinking about it now, aren't you?"

Lourdes breathing was quick and shallow. She could feel 
her sexual excitement building throughout her body 
leaving her mouth dry. Her body was tingling. Shivers 
of excitement, seemed to dance over her skin, leaving 
her faint with want. "Please John, please stop talking 
about it." Lourdes squeeze her fists together. 
"Please... just stop talking about it."

Scott chimed in, "Tell him Lourdes. Tell him that while 
Manny was telling you the story, you were thinking what 
it would be like... to have someone inside of 
you...someone riding you bareback. Just say it."

Lourdes was sexually unraveling. She wanted to think 
about something, anything except the story. But she 
couldn't. All she could see was a man between her legs, 
his ass flexing on each down stroke of his pistoning 
cock. And he wasn't wearing a rubber. She didn't want 
him inside of her. It was dangerous. She could get 
pregnant, but her pussy was so wet, drenched with the 
excitement of her desire. She couldn't summon the will 
to disengage her soaked cunt from the stiff rod that 
filled her up, which vanquished the emptiness, the void 
she would feel if he suddenly stopped and pulled out. 
This didn't have to happen. 

All she had to do was tell the man to stop, or just 
shift herself over so his spunk would shoot harmlessly 
in the air, but she couldn't verbalize the words. She 
suddenly imagined herself inside of her own vagina. 
From that perspective the cock exiting and entering at 
an ever increasing rate and urgency into her hot hole 
appeared huge, like a torpedo. She could see the little 
hole at the top of the bulbous head leaking pre-cum 
that mixed itself in with her own cunt juice. The cock 
seemed to be lurching forward as if to squeeze more of 
itself inside of her. 

She imagined herself again on her back. Her legs spread 
wide. Her hands were pressed against the man's chest. 
The man in her thoughts pistoned in deeper with more 
urgency. He had to be close. No, she couldn't lose 
herself. She couldn't. "That's it you guys, that's it! 
Stop it. Change the subject!" She cried out. 

Scott moved his hands under Lourdes' skirt finding the 
firm roundness of her ass. Raise your ass Lourdes. Help 
me take off your panties. "No, you can't make me" 
Lourdes shifted herself away from him and attempted to 
get up. Scott said to John, ":Grab her arms" John 
hesitated for less than a second. He grabbed Lourdes by 
the wrists, pinning her arms to her sides. 

"Calm down Lourdes. Calm down." Scott impatiently told 
Lourdes as she began to cry out in fear and panic. 
Luckily the music playing on the bus muffled her cries 
and the rest of the passengers were too drunk and 
preoccupied with their own conversations to pay the 
back of the bus any heed.

Scott said in a threatening tone, "Keep your voice 
down. If you yell things could get rough." 

"I'm sorry Lourdes, John said, "it's just been too 
much. It's been too much for me. I can't stand it 
anymore." He looked at Lourdes imploringly trying to 
get her to understand. Lourdes began to hyper 
ventilate. She couldn't let anything else happen. She 
looked around in a panic. Scott still was gripping her 
ass, his big hands cradling the firm buttocks. 

"Calm down Lourdes. Help me take of your panties. The 
more you cooperate the easier this will be," Manny 
said. "Just peel them off." 

Lourdes knew she was absolutely no match for these 
cretins. She had to play their game. They would be in 
Vegas soon. She just had to slow things down. "Let go 
of me, Okay? I'll take them off, just don't touch me 
anymore." 

Scott obliged her request, leaning back to watch her 
strip. The men leaned back in their respective chairs, 
watching her. There were immobile. The air seemed to 
have frozen around them. Lourdes felt violated, but the 
seduction that Scott started really had affected her. 
She was feeling a swirl of emotions impossible to 
explain with typical adjectives. Her head was spinning. 

She felt hot, constricted. Her nipples were hard and 
aching. She felt this insane urge to put her hands 
under her top, under her bra and squeeze her breasts 
and nipples as hard and quickly as she could. Yet, at 
the same time she was embarrassed to take off her 
panties. She knew they were soaked. She didn't want 
them to see. She didn't want them to see what they were 
doing to her.

"Come on Lourdes, take them off," Mark urged. Lourdes 
hesitated. Mark grew impatient. He wanted to see her 
panties. He wanted to see her pussy. "Take them off" 
Lourdes slowly reached under and hooked her fingers 
under the elastic and pulled them forward. She could 
feel them slightly stick to her crotch, the juice of 
her cunt causing the sheer material to cling to the 
matted fur of her pubic hair. She began to weep. 

She raised her firm ass off of the seat in order to 
pull them completely off of her legs. She sobbed, 
embarrassed by her nakedness. The soaked panties balled 
at her feet. Knowing that Lourdes was sitting in the 
seat without any panties was too much. They had to see 
more.

John gulped. "Lourdes pull up your skirt. Show it to 
us. Show us your pussy" John got on his knees in front 
of his girlfriend. 

"John, why are you doing this? You're my boyfriend 
how..." 

Craig cut her off. "Just do what he says." 

Lourdes began to cry softly. Tears of emotional pain 
and humiliation coursed down her cheeks. "How could you 
do this to me?" she sobbed.

"Do what he said."

Lourdes began to pull her skirt back.

"Now, move forward so that you are sitting on the front 
of the seat."

Scott unconsciously squeezed his cock through his 
shorts. What was happening was unbelievable. 

Lourdes sat impassively her legs spread, her cunt 
spread lewdly. She looked down at the floor biting her 
bottom lip repeatedly, Even though she was softly 
crying, her vagina did little to reflect her distraught 
state. Beneath the soft, sparse hair, her vulva was 
opened wetly, the pink lips open in invitation. Further 
on were the inner lips, which were red and aroused. 

As John leaned in further he could see the inside 
cavity the hole of the vagina itself. His cock 
throbbed. The rest of the guys were breathing deeply 
visually absorbing the lustful feast before them, 
quivering with lust and anticipation.

Lourdes felt a sheet of humiliation wrap around her 
heart, pulling tightly around it. She couldn't believe 
she was sitting like this. It was so embarrassing. How 
did things get so out of control? It was like a living 
nightmare.

"Lourdes, you never answered the question. Do you think 
that having unprotected sex would be exciting?" Scott 
asked watching her. 

Lourdes began to breath heavier. Her breasts started 
feeling too heavy and full for her bra again. She 
didn't want to get aroused. It wasn't the time. She 
didn't want to think. She just wanted to leave. 

She groaned, "I don't want to think about it. I don't 
want to answer your question. God please leave me 
alone." She closed her eyes tightly. Hot streaks of 
tears ran down her cheeks. She began to shake, her body 
racked with sobs.

"Are you on the pill Lourdes?"

"God, stop it."

"Well are you?"

John looked at Scott. "She's not using birth control at 
all. I know she told me."

Lourdes looked at John and then clenched her eyes shut. 
Hot tears dropped from her eye ducts and cascaded down 
her cheeks. 

"Open your eyes Lourdes," prodded Scott. Lourdes 
reluctantly did so. Her nose was running. She wiped her 
nose with the back of her hand. She didn't want to cry 
anymore. She stared at the floor. "Look at me Lourdes" 
Lourdes looked at Scott.

"Good Lourdes, now put your hands on your thighs" 
Lourdes did as she was told.

"Now, I want you to picture me taking off my shorts. 
Can you see that in your mind?" 

"Y-Ye-Yes." Lourdes pictured him taking off his shorts. 

"Now, I want you to picture me walking towards you with 
my cock. It's hard, hard as granite. "Please Scott, 
don't do this..." 

"Just do what I say."

As Scott directed Lourdes, she began to move her hands 
slowly towards her vagina. The guys were watching her 
ever move. The air was alive with tension.

"Now, picture me leaning forward and rubbing it up and 
down your pussy. Can you see that. I don't have a 
rubber."

Lourdes moaned, "Don't Scott, I'm not protected" Her 
voice sounded dreamy. "I don't want you to do it. 

John couldn't believe what was happening. The strain 
and pressure in his shorts was too much. He pulled down 
his shorts to his ankles and pulled his cock out. He 
looked around. The rest of the guys had already done 
the same thing including Scott. John began to stroke 
himself slowly, his eyes staring hard at Lourdes who 
had slowly begun to masturbate.

Lourdes moved one of her hands over her clit and began 
to rub it in small gentle circles. The stimulation 
caused her moan deep in her chest. Her nipples were 
aching. 

"I'm going to put it inside of you now, O.K.? I know 
your not on the pill, and I don't have a rubber, but 
I'm going to pull out O.K. I'll try to be careful 
okay?"

Lourdes imagined Scott's cock enter her vagina. She 
moved her other hand over her entrance and easily 
inserted two fingers. "Don't Scott. I don't believe 
you. It's dangerous. I'm in the middle of my cycle. 
Don't do it! I'll suck your cock. Pull out when before 
you cum and I'll get you off that way... but not... 
inside... it's too dangerous!

Lourdes began to stroke her fingers in and out of her 
cunt hole with abandon, her other hand rubbing her clit 
in ever increasing circular motions. She began to pant. 
In her mind she saw Scott's cock. It was moving in and 
out of her forcefully, with strength and a vigor that 
couldn't be denied.

"I thought I could control myself, but I can't. I'm not 
sure if I'll be able to pull out. It feels too good. 
Nothing will happen this first time. I'm sure of it. 
I'm sorry Lourdes, but it's too much. I'm going to 
cum.....inside of you."

As she pictured Scott beginning to cum inside of her, 
Lourdes started her own orgasm. She fell back hard 
against her seat, burying her fingers into her cunt 
hole, pressing as deeply as she could, picturing them 
shooting out look threads of baby making goo. 

Lourdes' orgasm triggered those of Scott, Mark, Manny, 
Craig and Paul. The only one who didn't come was John 
who was so shocked at seeing Lourdes cum, a sight he 
had never experienced, that he let go of his cock, his 
member leaking pre-cum and spasming with need, the need 
of release As the rest of the guys began to feel the 
tell tale pressure in their scrotums, they pointed 
themselves at Lourdes, unleashing a torrent of warm 
spunk that covered her legs, blouse and face in a thin 
layer of baby gravy. 

The feeling of his sperm jetting all over her face 
caused Lourdes to convulse anew. She gently pushed on 
her protruding clit she again pressed her fingers hard 
into her cuntal passage, turning her fingers slightly 
and pressing her G-Spot causing another sharp 
contraction of sexual bliss. Lourdes spread her legs 
wide, jerking her fingers madly trying to squeeze out 
as the last remaining vestige of sexual pleasure, while 
still frantically pulling on her nipples with her other 
hand. Her orgasm left her breathless.

Scott watched Lourdes jerking in the chair, her orgasm 
ripping through her. She had her knees bent her legs 
splayed apart obscenely. She had hooked the soles of 
her dainty feet over the edge of the chair, which 
opened herself up completely to the men orgasming 
around her. He could see her already soaked hole 
convulse in a multiple series of mini-cums, each one 
causing Lourdes to flay her thick black hair side to 
side and grunt deep in her chest as they passed through 
her. The sight of her cumming set him off. 

He moaned loudly as his cock began to heave thick ropes 
of jism thru the air, which fell on Lourdes' legs like 
warm drops of thick rain. He squeezed himself off, 
wanting to prolong the pleasure, and then started 
stroking himself harder, another rope of spunk landing 
on her silky thighs.

The episode left everyone spent and exhausted. They 
looked at each other, sexually satisfied. Scott, 
winded, looked at his friends, "Fuck, that was hot." 
Lourdes was embarrassed. She was slouched in her chair, 
her fingers wet with her juice, her legs spread out in 
a wide V. She felt like a floozy. Everyone was staring 
hard at her. She suddenly became conscious of her 
nakedness. Reaching down she quickly grabbed her 
panties. She needed to get dressed.

"Hold on there Lourdes," Scott admonished her.

Lourdes paused her soaked panties in her hand. "What?" 
Lourdes said suddenly irritated, "you had your fun. Now 
I'm going to get dressed."

"Your not done I said," his voice forceful.

"What are you talking about?"

"What about your boyfriend?"

Lourdes looked over at John. He was sitting on the seat 
in front of her, his cock pointing at her accusingly. 
She couldn't leave him like that. "I'll take care of 
him." She got on her knees and moved her hands over his 
cock.

"No Lourdes, that's not what your going to do."

Lourdes looked at Scott confused, not comprehending 
what he wanted from her.

"You're going to let him fuck you. That's the least you 
could do, isn't it?"

Lourdes began to babble. "Fa-Fantasy is one thing, but 
John knows how I feel about sex before developing a 
relationship." Lourdes gulped nervously. "Sorry, but 
for right now a hand job is going to have to suffice. 
Right John?" She looked at him waiting for him to say 
that she was right, that stroking him to orgasm would 
be fine. But he didn't.

John looked at her quietly, not saying anything.

Lourdes began to feel a sense of claustrophobia, a 
panic. She looked at John and then at Scott, her eyes 
darting from one to another in fright. "Scott, I-I 
can't. Even if we were at a level where I would be 
comfortable having intercourse, I can't have sex. I'm 
not on the pill."

Scott looked at her blankly. "Lourdes, take off the 
rest of your clothes. Now. None of us have had a chance 
to see the rest of you."

The afterglow of Lourdes' orgasm quickly faded. She 
looked around at the hardening gazes.

Lourdes began to sob softly again. "Oh God, please 
don't do this to me. This isn't a fantasy anymore, this 
is real. Oh God! Please Scott..."

Scott stared her down. He mouthed, "Take off the rest 
of your clothes." Lourdes looked around her. She was 
alone. The rest of the guys were staring at her 
expectantly. All of them had been wondering what 
Lourdes looked like completely naked. They were dying 
to see what was under her blouse, the size of her tits, 
what they looked like.

Her hands shaking like she had just pulled them out of 
a bucket of ice, Lourdes began to unbutton her top, She 
was trembling with nervousness, so she had trouble with 
a couple of buttons. She just couldn't sequence the 
steps. Her fingers were trembling too much. She finally 
finished, all the buttons unclasped. The guys could 
seen a strip of flesh from her cleavage to the belly 
button her smooth, taut tummy. The rest of her blouse 
still covering her petite frame.

Lourdes' breasts strained against the bra. She sat in 
the chair stupidly. This couldn't be happening. 

"Take off your blouse, Lourdes."

She felt a wave of humiliation course through her, 
making her feel a momentary flash of nausea; the 
flashpoint directly in the center of her belly. She 
moved her hands up and grasping the front pulled 
forward and back, letting the blouse peel down to the 
seat.

Lourdes' breasts were unbelievable. The bra was sheer 
and lacy, like her panties. They held in about half of 
her breasts the rest seemed to be pushing outwards. The 
material was translucent enough that Paul could see her 
dark nipples. He could feel himself beginning to harden 
again.

"The bra too," said Scott his own member rising, 
filling with blood.

John began to slowly stroke his cock, being careful not 
to cum. 

Lourdes reached down and undid the little clasp between 
the cups. Her heavy breasts spilled out. John's cock 
began to leak pre-cum. Without doubt Lourdes had the 
best rack of any woman he had ever met. They sat 
proudly on her slim frame, firm, the soft skin of her 
breasts just a shade or two lighter than the rest of 
her body, almost the color of light caramel. 

Craig and Manny were getting hard again too. Lourdes 
was now completely naked. John stared at her lustfully; 
his eyes roving over ever inch of her slim, lithe body. 
He noticed she was shuddering with nervousness. It made 
him hotter.

"Good following directions Lourdes, now get on your 
knees. John feel free to join her." 

John pulled down his shorts completely using them to 
prop his knees on. His cock had been stiff for much too 
long. It was starting to ache with need.

Lourdes was breathing heavily from her fear and 
humiliation. She felt a sense of dread. They were just 
toying with her. They knew she wasn't on the pill. She 
told them. "Okay Scott," Lourdes said with forced 
lightness, you win O.K.?"

Lourdes got on her knees waiting for Scott to start 
laughing and to tell her it was all a joke. John moved 
behind her. He moved his hands over her perfectly round 
ass making Lourdes break out in goose pimples.

She didn't hear anything other than the quick intake of 
breathing . Lourdes looked up. She couldn't maintain 
any eye contact with anyone. She couldn't handle what 
she saw reflected in the eyes around her. They seemed 
almost inhuman... animal. Lourdes began to breath 
faster, her fear causing her to breath in shallowly. 

"Scott, Scott please listen. I'll do anything you want, 
but I can't do this. You can't do this to me. I had my 
period more than two weeks ago. Do you understand what 
that means?" No answer. Her voice started cracking. "It 
means... it m-means that I'm ovulating. I don't want a 
baby. I don't want to get pre-preg..." Lourdes began to 
cry loudly.

"Lourdes, reach behind you. What do you feel?"

"I feel John's penis." She said pitifully. 

"John's what?"

"John's co-cock!"

"Do you feel the tip?"

"Oh God...don't do this to me... please I beg you."

"DO YOU FEEL THE TIP?"

"Y-Yes!"

"What is is?"

"It's pre-c-cum!"

"What does it do?"

Lourdes' body shook with her crying. "It makes... it 
makes babies."

"Can you picture it inside of you?"

"I don't want to."

"CAN YOU PICTURE IT INSIDE OF YOU?"

Lourdes tried not to think about it, but Scott had 
planted the image. She saw it. It was moving towards 
her seeking her entrance. She pictured it at the 
entrance, pausing as if waiting to make sure it was 
safe. She was in control again! She saw it move in her 
mind. No! It moved in slowly and deliberately. Stop! 
She shivered uncontrollably. 

Her nipples popped up in excitement. She saw it move 
out, the veined shaft pressing against the nerve 
endings at the opening of her pussy and then in again, 
pressing hard against the tightness of her channel. Oh 
God! A shudder of pleasure ebbed through her slowly, 
leaving tingles in her wake, making her soft, brown 
skin break out in tiny goose pimples. Lourdes laid her 
head down on her seat. She saw everything sideways. She 
could feel her vagina opening, her cunt juice matting 
her pubic hair. She imagined what she looked like. Too 
much....

"Grasp it completely Lourdes and pull it towards your 
cunt hole."

A sudden spasm of fear flooded her leaving her faint. 
"Please Scott... I'm so scared... I do-don't want to do 
this."

John positioned himself behind her and placed his hands 
on either side of her firm ass cheeks. He made a 
circular motion on them with his palms. Her skin was 
soft as satin. He looked down at himself. His cock 
jutted out boldly, straining forward. He moved slowly 
forward the taut head of his manhood grazing the wet 
folds of Lourdes' pussy. He shivered. 

"I don't want a baby...." Sobbing loudly, Lourdes 
reached slowly behind her and grasped John's member 
fully. Her small hand hefted his girth and slowly 
pulling it towards her. He gasped. She could feel the 
gooey wetness on his cock as she led him towards her 
hole. A small orgasm rolled through her body making her 
shudder. She pulled him into her, the pre-cum slick 
head peeking into her cavern. 

He sank into her an inch at a time, each time causing 
Lourdes to mew like a frightened little kitty. He 
finally bottomed out, her small hand sinking him 
completely inside her. She felt his cum filled balls 
slapping softly against her ass. She unconsciously 
raised her ass higher, letting herself get fully 
speared with John's cock that was throbbing in 
anticipation.

After so many hand jobs, actually being inside Lourdes 
was beyond anything that John could have imagined. The 
excitement of being inside her, inside her pussy, was 
beyond anything he could ever conceive. She was tight. 
Incredibly tight. He couldn't wait. He felt a terrible 
need in his loins, a dull ache of pent up lust that had 
to be brought to a boil. He slowly began to pump in and 
out of her his ass clenching on each down stroke.

There was still a chance. There was still a chance that 
she could convince John that what he was doing was 
wrong. It would happen eventually, but on her terms. He 
had to understand that.

Lourdes felt John's hard member, which was pounding 
into her about ever two or three seconds. She could 
feel his ball sack swinging back and forth like a 
pendulum, his hands tightly gripping her ass cheeks. He 
was pinching her firm behind as he thrust, which was 
slightly hurting her, but on some primitive level also 
felt pleasurable.

She had forgotten how good it felt to have sex. Her 
body felt alive. It felt nice to have her boyfriend 
inside her, but any pleasure she felt was rapidly being 
replaced with the reality of her situation. They 
weren't in his room making love, holding each other 
close the way she had always imagined it. She was on 
her knees on the floor of a bus going to Las Vegas, 
surrounding by a group of over sexed monsters who were 
stroking themselves on a second jerk off-orama, and her 
so called boyfriend was pumping into her pussy at an 
increasingly faster rate with no condom. She cursed 
herself for not having the sense to see where this 
would lead. Why did she listen to that dumb jock!

They had to be almost to Vegas. She had heard somebody 
yell on the bus say "Whiskey Pete's has the shittiest 
buffet on the planet.". That was at least 30 or so 
minutes ago. If she could just keep John from shooting 
off before they got to the first casino she would be 
safe. He wouldn't have any choice but to stop. Everyone 
would be aware of what was going on.

Breathlessly Lourdes said, "Look John, I-I'll make you 
a deal. Let's wait until tonight. Okay? We'll make love 
tonight at the hotel. I promise." She tried to keep the 
fear out of her voice.

John continued his assault. He moved his hands down to 
her slip waist, pushing down on her ribs as he 
continued to pump into her.

A band of panic encircled her causing her stomach to 
tighten. "John, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for not... for 
not making you happy the way you wanted. Tonight... 
Okay honey? Please tonight..." Her voice began to 
crack.

She felt Johns hands leave her waist and move them to 
her shoulders. He gripped them tightly.

He heard Scott and the guys urging John on.

"Fuck that pussy. Pound her. Fuck her!"

"Fuck her man. Fuck her!"

"Go, Go, Go dude. Sperm her." Lourdes shivered. All the 
women in her family were fertile no matter when they 
had sex. If John came, she knew what would happen. She 
had to stop him! She had to do something!

When John heard Craig yell, "sperm her!" He wavered. 
What if he did knock her up? They didn't want a baby, 
they had only been together for a year. Yet, there was 
something so incredibly hot about fucking her bare 
back. Taking a chance. It was worth it. Pushing any 
thought of fatherhood out of his mind, John grabbed 
Lourdes' soft shoulders and pushed her body up 
slightly, causing her back to curve down just a bit 
more, enough to give his cock the opportunity to move 
in and out of Lourdes just a tad deeper. He could feel 
his ball tingling.

Lourdes could feel John's cock plunging into her depths 
with more and more need, almost a sense of desperation. 
She could feel her stomach cramping from the anxiety. A 
cold sweat broke on her back. "John, John... listen... 
we're almost... almost to Vegas. Just a few short 
minutes. In the room. In the room. We'll do it in the 
room. I'm begging you John... Please!"

John moved his hands again, this time sliding them 
underneath Lourdes. He cupped her large firm orbs, 
squeezed and then pinched her nipples between his thumb 
and index finger and squeezed again. He remembered what 
Lourdes had told him once about her nipples being 
ultra-sensitive. The shock of John's fingers pinching 
her nipples caused her to push up on the seat. She 
groaned loudly as a current of pleasure exploded in her 
nipples, spreading through her taut tits. "Oh God John! 
Stop it" She attempted to get up in panic.

By this time all the guys were hard and stroking 
themselves again. The sight before them was too erotic, 
too hot. It was like watching a porno movie, but it 
wasn't on TV. It was right in front of them. The air 
hung around them moist with sex. They could smell 
Lourdes. Smell her pussy. The musky scent wafting in 
the air. The sent of a woman ready to mate.

Scott had correctly anticipated that Lourdes would 
attempt to escape. As soon as her hands were on the 
seat, Scott got down next to John grabbed her arms 
firmly and then held them both together by her wrists 
over her head. Lourdes was in a panic. John was 
plunging into her pussy quickly. It wasn't love making 
it was pure rutting. He was going to cum inside of her. 
"John! John! Don't do it! Pull out!" She was reduced to 
a mass of blubbering hysteria. "At least pull out and 
cum on my ass... Please John cum on my ass."

Seeing Lourdes on her knees on the floor and with her 
arms immobilized by Scott, caused an instantaneous 
sexual overload. He registered her crying, pleading 
voice, begging him not to cream her, but it was too 
late. God, it was much too late.

John's orgasm hit and he pushed himself as deep as he 
could into his girlfriend who was struggling before 
him, desperately trying to move so that she could 
dislodge his spouting prick. He pulled on Lourdes' 
nipples reflexively, causing her to cry out in anguish. 
His cock began to unleash a torrent of sperm, a years 
worth of frustration that manifested itself in thick 
ropes of spunk that were shooting into Lourdes, soaking 
her cunt. 

"I'm sorry Lourdes," he grunted He continued to hold 
himself inside of her. It seemed the contractions were 
never ending. Behind his orgasm he could dimly hear 
Lourdes imploring him to pull out. To not cum inside of 
her. Suddenly he felt as if her muscles had somehow 
grabbed onto him and squeezed. He grunted loudly, "Oh 
fuck!" 

Six times more he could feel his cock lurch forward, 
Lourdes' cunt muscle greedily squeezing the pulsing 
shaft spewing forth another thick load of baby batter, 
coating Lourdes' cunt passage and making it's way down, 
down, down, deep inside of her vagina.

When John started cumming, Lourdes felt a sense of 
complete and utter debasement. She couldn't move, yet 
there was something hovering just below the surface, a 
shiver of pleasure and excitement that she couldn't 
understand. She couldn't focus the thought. She was 
pinned to the seat. Scott's hands were gripping her 
wrists tightly and there was nothing she could do about 
it. She was at their mercy. They were in complete 
control of her. The thought caused a swift intake of 
breath. 

She felt the first discharge of John's sperm entering 
her, a warm wet feeling that she couldn't quite 
describe that seemed to be coating her insides. She 
thought of the story again. She couldn't help it. The 
story of the girl who got off on having unprotected 
sex. Lourdes trembled. She shook her head, whipping her 
thick hair to the side, groaned and then began to feel 
a swirl of pleasure suddenly resonate deep within her 
vagina. 

The swirl solidified and then began to build up, higher 
and higher. Lourdes began to pant. She groaned again as 
John squeezed her tits. When he pinched her nipples, 
her orgasm hit. Her pussy clamped down on John cock. 
Quakes of pleasure racked her body causing her to cry 
out and moan.

As Lourdes came she could hear the men around her 
seconds away from their own climaxes.

"Fuck, she's cumming. She's digging it. John's creaming 
her!"

"Ride her John. Ride her. Pinch her nipples."

"Knock her up man. Knock up that pussy."

Lourdes felt a chill pass through her.

Lourdes and John passed the apex of their respective 
orgasms, leaving them exhausted. At that instant, the 
guys started cumming again. John got up and sat back on 
his chair, sated and content. John watched Scotts cock 
begin unleashing another torrent of sperm. His face was 
set. There was no embarrassment. Everyone's eyes were 
glued to the Latina in front of them still on her 
knees, her cunt hole gaping, John's excess sperm 
beginning to leak out from her onto the floor where it 
puddled in a small, dime sized circle.

Ropes of warm sperm flew all over Lourdes' body coating 
her soft brown skin. A splash landed on her lip, she 
licked it, too exhausted to do anything else. Everyone 
sat back, panting and winded.

The bus seemed to be slowing down. The bus driver 
figured that John had gotten smashed and passed out 
somewhere so it was up to him to do the MC duties for 
the time being. He got on the intercom. "Okay everyone, 
we're at our first casino. We'll be here for three 
hours. Enjoy yourselves."

For the group in the back, the driver's announcement 
was anti-climatic. The last hour and a half was more 
enjoyment that they could have possibly imagined on a 
Las Vegas Turnaround.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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