"Oh, yeah, baby," Eddy whispered. "You smell ripe for a good eating out."

"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, already pumping her ass in slow circles. Then something soft and hot and wet brushed open the swollen lips of her pussy and slid deep. As Eddy's tongue dragged across her clit a shiver of pleasure jolted through her body. "Ohh, I just don't believe it… just can't… ohhhhhh!"

Jane was uncomfortable. She'd just awakened from a disturbing dream and found her panties very damp. Who could sleep in a bus anyway? And that dream! She'd never had such a dream in her life. Men… big, awful, hairy men… one holding her down while the other did simply unheard of things to her cunt! She fluffed her pillow and turned in the seat and closed her eyes again. She wondered where her sister had gone, then guessed she was probably in the small bathroom at the back of the bus. Jane sighed and tried to relax. But her emotions were all knotted up after that dream. The way that man's mouth had felt against her cunt… it had seemed so real. A strange tickle had shivered through her body as she'd slept and some of that excitement was still with her. She toned her hips. The angle of her body in the seat had caused the silken crotch of her panties to twist up between the lips of her cunt. Now every movement rubbed the soaked nylon against her clit. She tried to remain still but then a tingle would bunt through her and she couldn't resist squirming to make it better.

What's wrong with me anyway? she breathed to herself, wrestling with her pillow to get more comfortable. And where was Terry? Surely she'd peed by now. But it was silly to worry about her sis on a Greyhound bus. What could possibly happen to her with all these people around? She snuggled into the pillow again and couldn't resist pumping her hips. Maybe if I straighten that crotchband a little. She sneaked her hand under her skirt and found the lacy edge where it disappeared between the plump, feverish cuntlips.