Wild sex with a stranger on a bus!
cum inside, missionary, sex in bus

Hello All! Rishika again. First of all, thanks so much to ISS and the readers. The numbers are unexpectedly high, and thanks for showing love. Today, I want to write a story of a fellow ISS reader. She requested me to narrate it. Although 80% of this is what she shared, 20% is me, making it a bit spicier. So, enjoy! In December 2023, I was finally heading back to my hometown, Kasaragod, from Pune. Flights were either fully booked or too expensive. So I opted for the bus, despite it being uncomfortable and time-consuming. It was a lot cheaper than flying. To make the journey more bearable, I booked a double-sleeper seat just for myself, even though it was on the last row downstairs. My bus was scheduled for Friday, the 22nd. Dressed in leggings, a t-shirt, and clogs—my usual travel attire. I skipped the bra for this private journey, which added a bit of fun. I’m 5’6, weigh 49 kg, and my measurements are 32b-28-34. I have fair skin. I was casually dating someone in Pune who travels a lot. So we’re not exclusive. I mention this to give some context. I got on a bus, which was unexpectedly full. After finding my seat at the back, I started listening to music. Once the bus started moving, the interior lights were turned off, and I fell asleep without realizing it. I woke up after two hours for a very surprising reason. Someone was sleeping next to me! I was near the windows. There was plenty of space left in the double-seater that I had booked. A stranger was sleeping without a worry! I freaked out. I immediately tried to wake this guy up. Once I called him out, he slowly woke up. I was more freaked out at how calm he was! I asked him, “Who the fuck are you?” He replied, “Calm down, ma’am. I mean no harm.” I asked, “WTF is this? Who are you? What are you doing here?” He, realizing how freaked out I was, said, “I’m just a fellow passenger, ma’am. I mean no harm.” I demanded, “Why are you in my seat? I’m calling the conductor,” almost screaming. As I started to exit my seat, he grabbed my hand and begged, “Please, let me explain.” Though scared, I decided to hear him out. He said, “I’m heading to Mangalore. I work in Pune, but they gave us a holiday. All the buses were full, so I paid the conductor to take me to Mangalore. He told me to use an empty seat for now and move to the driver’s bench later.” I nodded, and he continued, “I changed seats several times. When this seat was empty, I thought someone would join you later.” I said, “I booked both these seats. Please go back.” He asked, “If you’re travelling alone, can I sleep in the corner?” I was ready to refuse, but he added, “The driver’s bench is just a small seat. It’s a long journey. I want to sleep without disturbing you. We can keep our bags in the middle.” Reluctantly, I agreed, “Fine, keep the bag in the middle, sleep in the corner. If you do anything strange, I’ll call the conductor.” I planned to inform the conductor at the next stop. He thanked me and put his bag in the middle. He settled into the corner while I sat by the window, staying vigilant. When you are waiting for the bus to stop for a restroom, it seems like it’s never coming. I closed my eyes and acted like I was asleep, thinking all sorts of things. What the hell am I doing? But all of that chain of thought was broken when my feet felt a presence. The guy who initially slept in the corner now came a lot closer. He seemed asleep, and he was almost hugging the kitbag that was between us. While the bus moved, his legs touched mine. I jolted awake, moved my leg, and didn’t give much thought to it. A short time passed, and the bus moved a few times. We might’ve gone through some rough roads. It jerked a few times as I was sliding closer to the windows. Right then, I felt my ankles being touched again by his legs. There was almost no room left for me to move. I looked at him. He looked sound asleep. I noticed the kitbag that was kept in the middle slip up. It was almost at our heads, he was very close to me, and it was awkward, but I didn’t give much thought to it and just turned around and tried to close my eyes. It didn’t take a lot of time for what was the next step. His feet started caressing my ankles. This was no mere touching because of the road. He was rubbing it intentionally. For some godforsaken reason, I felt no reason to stop it. I had no idea what was going on. Here I was, in this moving bus, and a real stranger who was not supposed to be here at all was rubbing his legs around my ankles. Somehow, I didn’t feel like stopping him. I just stayed turned against his direction. He was slow but persistent and kept touching my ankles. After about two or three minutes, he moved a bit closer to me. The bag that was kept in the middle was nowhere to be seen, lol. I could now literally feel his breath touching my neck. He slowly started moving his hip and put it against mine, and then I felt it. I could feel his tool, hard, touching my asscheeks. He was sure that since I hadn’t stopped him until now. Every second just boosted his confidence. He was going for it. He pressed his crotch against my ass tightly, moved his hand over. I started sliding slowly on my thighs. He took it up till my bare stomach touched it. I felt a chilling cold through my body. I thought it was time to break this awkward-yet-horny silence. I spoke first, “What are you doing?” He didn’t reply, but instead, his hand froze mid-movement as if waiting for my reaction. I turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his eyes in the dim light. They looked nervous yet determined. His breath was shallow, and he whispered, “I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so beautiful.” I smiled. Part of me wanted to scream and push him away. But another part was curious, intrigued by this unexpected turn of events. I decided to test the waters. “You know this isn’t right,” I said, my voice trembling. “We don’t even know each other.” He nodded, still keeping his hand on my stomach, “I know, and I’m sorry. If you want me to stop, I will.” I didn’t say stop. He waited for two minutes, then understood I was not ready to say anything. He got away from me. I was curious and was he finally realizing he was doing a little too much? Then I realized he just went to tuck in the curtains on our seat, neatly closing so nothing was visible from outside. As he came back, he directly put his hand back on my stomach. He slowly started taking his hands upwards. I had skipped bra, thinking this trip was going to be alone. So, his hands did not exactly find any resistance to my clothing. He moved his hands up and up, halted at my chest. His fingers swirled around my nipples. They were already hard. He took a breath, and in one swift motion, he squeezed my boob hard, I gasped. He came near my nears and started whispering when I said you didn’t wear any bra. I thought right then and there. Maybe you’re not as angry as you seem to be. I smirked. He knew he was getting the best efforts of what wild moments. He had wished it all along. He gave me another tight squeeze. I loved it. I closed my eyes and started to enjoy this. He has real confidence now. He pulled me and made me sleep straight. He moved on top of me. He quickly lifted my top to my shoulders. He glanced at my naked breasts and was aroused. He moved left. He took my left boob with his hands and pointed my nipples out. Within a second, his mouth was on it, sucking it. Simultaneously, he grabbed my right with his hand. It was getting honked like a pillow. I was livid. This was crazy, but I realized I was too horny to think about consequences and afterthoughts. I just enjoyed the moment. The moment of this stranger just motorboating on my boobs. Left and right, he was switching where his mouth could suck and did not leave my other boobs empty. He was squeezing the hell out of the other one. He felt my t-shirt getting in too much for this activity, haha, so he took it off. Now completely topless, I just gave up on my tits. For about the next ten-fifteen minutes, they were squeezed, sucked, and relentlessly played by him. I don’t know what would have happened otherwise, but this groping and sucking came to a halt. The moment when we realized the bus was slowing down. I slightly opened the window curtains, we were stopping at the rest stop. We might not have missed it after all, but this gave me a little sense of realization. I was lost in enjoyment, but now it was a bit realistic. He was, too, so first, he got down from the top of me. The lights turned on. He was a little shy but didn’t say anything. I just took my shirt and just laid it in front of me. He fixed his clothes a little bit, too and said, “Well, let me get down,” I nodded. He went out and closed the curtains behind him. I started contemplating what I was doing. It was ten full minutes of thinking and grasping what had just happened. When the bus started again, I was still not sure if he was going to come back to our seat. If he was going to sit back in the driver’s cabin. But in a minute, he came back. He did not say anything. He just got in and closed the curtains. We both were shy and not sure what to say or do. The bus started moving again. It was awkward. But once it hit the road again, I opened my mouth first. I was about to say, “What happened was crazy. Let’s sleep now and not do any funny business,” I just said, “Listen..” but the lights got turned off. I did not expect anything. I was shocked when he suddenly pulled my shirt off he threw it at the bottom of the seat. He moved and kissed me immediately, and I kissed him back. All of a sudden, I was so horny again, and he understood that. He pulled my leg and made me sleep. He did not intend to waste much time again, so he went down and he started pulling my leggings with him. He took it off completely and took off his shirt and his pants. Then leaned on the bottom half of me, and he softly kissed my stomach. Again, it gave a jolt of excitement throughout my body. He moved his head a little down and kissed me over my panties. I was taking heavy breaths. He took his hands and slipped them inside my panties. Without searching much, he got to my clit, and slowly started rubbing it. I closed my eyes and really was trying not to make a sound. But unfortunately, within a few moments, as his rubbing became a little aggressive, a moan came out of my mouth unintentionally. We both became immediately aware and more like, “Damn.” But that did not seem to deter his intentions, He slipped off my panties completely. He took them off through my legs, and that is when I realized what he was trying to do. He took my panties and suddenly stuffed them in my mouth. I almost gagged for a second. He came up to me and whispered, “I think this will reduce the sound you’re going to make,” with a crooked smile. He went down again, not so slowly this time, spread my legs wide and went directly into my pussy, started licking in one swift motion. I was so livid and did not know what was happening for a second. All I knew was this moment. I’m feeling heavenly right now. The moving bus is jerking the seat quite a bit. But I’m in a seat covered by screens and getting eaten by this stranger. I closed my eyes and moaned a little anyway. It didn’t seem like the sound was leaking a lot, and I started almost pulling hairs off his head. I still pushed his head down. I appreciated this guy who was slobbering all over my pussy like a hungry dog. As he licked for maybe 10 minutes, he got up. I was wet down like crazy. I was no longer sure what made me wetter, me or his saliva. But either way, once he got up, he laid down on his side of the bed. Instantly, I knew what he was looking for. I took off my panties from my mouth, which was also apparently getting wet. I went down on my knees to the foot of the bed. Once I took off his underwear, his hard dick came out like a spring. He had a decent size dick, about 7’ and average thickness. The moment I held his dick, I could feel how enjoyable it was going to be. I bent down and started licking the tip. I could see by mild light which was coming inside from the window his face was lit. I smiled and started licking his dick completely. I wanted to get it wet before I took it in. I had to swirl my head around as if I was licking an ice cream cone, maybe an Oreo flavour, haha. After it was completely wet, I really started taking his dick in slowly, but it was for sure filling my mouth. Suddenly, I felt his hand on top of my head. He was signalling me to take it in as deep as I could. I obliged and let his hands push my head, so by the time he didn’t resist. I was definitely gagging. I could probably feel his dick all the way down my throat a little. Sometimes, you realize seven inches is way too much, depending upon circumstances. He liked that I was taking it in. He held my head over there for a few moments. Only when I coughed did he release it. I took my mouth out, took a breath, and went at it again. I didn’t let him choke me this time but went back and forth. His eyes were half-closed. He was enjoying that I was eating his dick. Back and forth it went on as I sucked his dick for nearly five minutes. I think he would have liked a more comfortable setting. Still, both of us were horny enough at the moment to not think about it but enjoy what was given. He didn’t say anything. But after about 5 minutes, I completely took my mouth off. His dick now was so wet and filled with my saliva. I took a moment and sat down. He got up now, came up to me and kissed me. He was like, “It seems like your mouth has seen a lot of dick,” I laughed. He squeezed my tits hard again while kissing and pushed me again on the bed. We both knew there was nothing else holding us back. We both were wet enough one way or the other. Now, we were ready. He searched for the panties that were lost for a second, found them and pushed them back into my mouth. He took his side of the pillow and slipped it under me. He spread my legs wide open again. I was waiting in the missionary. He came on top of me and slowly put his dick in my pussy. I moaned hard, but it didn’t seem like the sound even came out with the noise of the bus. My panties block my mouth. He felt like there was nothing at all holding him back. His dick just slid inside my pussy like butter, with all that saliva acting as a lubricant. He took it out and pushed it inside me again, took it out, and again. His speed was increasing, and my eyes were half-closed. I took something to hold—I think it was the bag, whatever. But I held on to it so tightly because the moments of orgasm were out of control. As he was fucking my pussy, my tits were bouncing. It felt like, for a moment I wasn’t even in the bus or the uncomfortable setting. I forgot the fact that I don’t even know this guy. All I knew was he was inside me, again and again. He knew what he was doing, and I was enjoying my heart out. He fucked me in missionary for a while. But I think he got tired for a second because the roof was not making it easier for him. He took it out and gave me a little rest. I thought he was actually done. But it only became false when he signalled me to turn around. I obliged. He helped me turn around. The pillow was still under me, my ass. I folded my legs and lifted my asscheeks, directing at him. He loved that I was giving my ass like that to him. He squeezed my ass a bunch of times and spanked it. But even he figured the sound of that was inescapable. So he didn’t spank me again but took his position behind me. Before I even knew it, his dick penetrated my pussy again. This time from the back, and he slipped all his dick inside me again. He did that and just held it. I think he wanted to keep every inch of his dick inside me. I moaned hard, and as he became aware. He pulled my hair and literally made me lean back when his cock was inside me like that. He leaned in and started squeezing my boobs from behind. He was aggressive, and it felt so good. He whispered in my ears, “You like it, isn’t it?” I didn’t even react. All I could do was blink. I couldn’t nod because he was pulling my hair. My panties were in my mouth, but he knew. He knew that I liked it anyway. So he released my hair, took my hands, both hands and held it from behind. I wasn’t new to this position. It almost felt like I was doing yoga, but strange to experience that in a freaking bus. But either way, he took his dick out and jerked it in again. It was crazy. I was totally in control of him, and he started fucking me again, but somehow it felt like he was faster than before, and he was aggressive. He released my hands and spread my asscheeks, letting his dick slide more easily. But we both became completely aware when his crotch hit my asscheeks. The slapping sound was unavoidable. I think at this point, even he gave up on controlling the sound. He just went with it, fucked me straight like that. He took my waist and motioned back and forth. Every time with his dick already at rigorous speed, it felt aggressive but so good. His rhythm was heavy. His thrusts were not as gentle as before, and I think this was the real him. He was holding back before my body was trembling. By the next ten or fifteen minutes, I was filled from behind with every inch of his cock. While he was slowing down, he leaned over again. He said, “Where should I cum?” I think he forgot I couldn’t speak, so he asked again, “Can I cum inside?” I nodded my head sideways as no. He said okay, and he took his cock out, released me, and turned me around. I was anticipating for him to come up. Maybe he was going to cum all over my chest or perhaps my face. But within seconds, he pulled my legs, pushed his cock again in my pussy, missionary. I was sensing together what was happening. I felt his cum filling in. He came inside my pussy, completely. He held his dick inside, knowing it was going to fill me. Once he took it out, I was pretty sure it was dripping out! I was so shocked. He sat back next to me. Finally, I took off the panties from my mouth. I was a little angry, and he knew that. He kissed me, and he told me slowly. Look, I came in once already. That means I can come inside you for the rest of the journey, too. I was a little shocked but kinda curious. I asked him, “Are we gonna do more?” He smirked and said, “We still have at least 4-5 hours left till we reach our destinations, right?” As he said, he grabbed my tits. He slowly started fondling them. I just laughed at the whole situation. He said, “Now I want you to ride me for a while too.” I laughed and said, let me catch my breath for a second, he laughed as well. We spent that night two more times fucking. By the time we both were actually done with it and tried to sleep, the sun was up. The bus stopped, and he peeked out. He found someone was getting down at their stop. He turned back to me. He said, “It looks like there’s an actual empty seat now.” It was a sign of goodbye to this wild journey. All we did was exchange our numbers. He got up with his bag and went out. I didn’t bother to see which seat he was going to. There was no need to. I don’t know if anyone else on the bus heard us or knew about what we did. But I got down at my place. The bus finally went away quickly. My hair was a mess. My panties were still wet. Since I did not wear them with my luggage, I started heading back to my home. I somehow was smirking alone at this vivid night I just had. Something that I cannot ever share with my friends or others. They probably won’t believe it. I felt happy, shy and satisfied all at once. The End. Thank you all for reading this. This concludes this story. Please let me know if you like it, and provide feedback at [email protected]. Again, this was her story through my pen. If you’re reading this, my friend, here’s your story! And Cheers, everyone, stay safe!