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    Apr 18, 1975 (Age: 48)
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    Every time he touched her depths with a well-angled thrust her mind scattered. She could no longer think or even resist. It took all her concentration to not moan and cry out loud.

    She tried to balance, but as he pressed in, gripping her hips to slide his shaft into her, she seemed to be almost floating against him. Finally, Anne gave up trying to escape and sagged against him, letting him take her without resistance.

    "Good girl," he growled softly in her ear, "take it." His pace quickened, his hand gripping her thigh with a bruising pressure.

    He thrust up a couple times, as deep as he could, lifting her feet from the ground. And then just held it there. She felt him pressing into her with every muscle he had, an incredible power about to make her explode.

    Anne heard Ben grunt softly and his hips arched again, trying instinctively to get his dick as deep as possible. His cock flexed inside of her once, twice, and then she felt liquid heat spread inside her. He was cumming! Panic gripped Alice again—she was unprotected and he was cumming deep inside her! She would get pregnant. Her college life would be ruined.

    Ben didn't seem to notice her renewed tension and continued to milk his cock into her depths with short jabs of his hips. And then with a sigh he relaxed, resting his forehead on her shoulder. His dick was still deep inside her, plugging her, holding his cum inside her.

    "I'm not on birth control," Anne sobbed under her breath.

    "It's okay, baby," Ben whispered into her shoulder, his voice tinged with amusement again, "I'll take care of it. But I don't cum outside sweet girls."

    Anne could feel his cock softening by a degree. The discomfort of his cock stretching her virgin pussy to her max was replaced by the trickle of wetness down her thigh. Still, Ben did not shift or pull out of her. She wondered what kind of mess there would be when he did. She felt he wanted to plug her for as long as possible—keep his cock, and his cum—inside his conquest as long as possible.

    She wriggled in his lap as Ben's dick softened, hoping to free herself from both his shaft and his grip. Unfortunately, as she did so she realized why he had not pulled out of her. Her wriggling was making him grow hard again.

    "Noooo," she groaned.

    "Yes," he murmured in her ear, "just relax and enjoy it."

    Still disguising his movement with the jostling of the bus, Ben started to flex his hips against her again. With each thrust his shaft hardened. Now slick with both her fluids and his first load of cum, his passage was even easier. The added wetness was also reliving some of the discomfort for Anne. His free hand bobbed down to her vulva again, massaging her clit with his free hand.

    Warmth and pressure was building inside Anne's core against her will. The heat spread from her clitoris to her pussy, where the friction of his thick cock was making the pressure build.

    She'd masturbated before, of course, but this was something else entirely. She bit her lip and resisted the heat building as best she could. It would be humiliating to cum on a cock that had been forced inside her—and on a bus surrounded by her teammates no less!

    Ben's pace with his thrusting was more measured and relaxed now that he'd come once. But his shaft was no less hard. Other than the bruising pain of her cervix when he pressed deep, the discomfort had faded. Now it was slick heat and friction building, building, building...

    The orgasm took Anne by surprise, flashing over her like a wave as Ben's fingers circled her clitoris. She turned into his shoulder, pressing her face into his shirt to muffle the moan that escaped her as she shuddered in his firm grip.

    She forgot about the crowded bus, and what was going on her for a moment as waves of pleasure diffused her.

    What brought her back was the increased urgency of Ben thrusting into her. His free hand was on her thigh again, pulling her back further onto his cock until his engorged glans bumped against her sore cervix. He was going to cum again. But Anne's muscles felt lax and unresponsive after her orgasm, and though she pushed feebly against him he thrust hard up into her pussy one more time and came as deep as he could. She could feel his shaft twitching as he released his load—and the walls of her pussy flexed as if to drain him of every drop.

    With a sigh Ben finally relaxed his grip on her. The arm around her waist softened its hold and his other hand was removed from her thigh.

    Stunned, Anne didn't move.

    Ben's cock stayed inside her until it softened enough to slide out of her in a rush of fluid. Then, thought a word he shifted his gym shorts and tucked away his cock as though it were a harmless tool—all still under the cover of her spread skirt.

    Anne was in shock. So she remained where she was on Ben's lap, his cum leaking onto her cotton thong which he'd pulled neatly back into place over her puffy abused vulva. She'd just lost her virginity to the quarterback of her college football team. On a moving bus.

    But no one had seemed to notice. Everyone was laughing and deep in conversation or handheld videogames.

    She shunted her mind away from her fears of pregnancy, as difficult as that was feeling the slickness of his spunk coating her insides right now. She would have to worry about that later. She didn't understand what Ben had meant that he'd "take care of it." At least it was over now. Right?