Bus Ride ft. Shelly the Sneasel

[section=Story]When Shelly saw Mr. Finass on the bus, at first she didn't even recognize him - she'd only ever seen him before that in the standard shirt, tie and blazer combo that the school required of faculty, even substitute teachers like Mr. Finass. She thought back to that fateful day just before winter break when Pascal had pointed out that, thanks to the backless desk he was sat at, they had a clear view of the outline of his impressively plump crotch. As he sat there in a t-shirt and board shorts, surfboard propped up next to him, she certainly didn't mind the view - he'd been a schoolyard crush of pretty much her entire year group for the time he'd been there thanks to his physique, and they'd all been sad to see him go. Shelly wasn't going to let this opportunity pass her by - especially not since she'd seen the Persian trying to angle his phone at her when he thought she wasn't looking. She'd gone up to him all smiles and cheer, making a show of how everyone had missed him since he left, asking him how he'd been and - while nodding and smiling at his response - climbing up onto the bench next to him. From there, still listening and chatting, she'd lain a hand on his thigh. It had startled him slightly, but he didn't move away from her, or try to nudge it off again; so inwards it had crept, inching closer. He had clutched his board rather more tightly, positioning it so that it all but obscured them from the few other passengers on the bus, before she felt his leg shift a little closer to her. Glancing down, she noticed he'd spread them ever so slightly - just enough, in fact, to give an inquisitive young hand more room to explore. Shelly looked up at him with a smirk, and saw how he was looking nervously down the length of the bus, one foot tapping on the floor. The foot stopped sharply as her three-fingered hand slipped into the leg of his shorts and firmly cupped his sheath - the unmistakable warmth and smoothness of his cock's tip pressing into her palm already. By the time the bus pulled up to its next stop a scant few minutes later, she was massaging his fully erect length, her hand stroking slowly back and forth over the thick, twitching meat. He had tried to nudge her hand away as people started to board, but Shelly had kept going - keeping her movements as slow and careful as she could. Mr. Finass had whimpered under his breath, biting his finger as his knuckles went white on the rim of his board. For all his anxiety, Shelly could feel him throbbing viciously in her grip - the prospect of being caught in this situation only turning him on even more. Once the bus rumbled back into life and moved on - none of the new passengers having chosen to sit in their section, much to his relief - she pulled him out of his shorts wholesale. He'd gasped sharply, clapping his paw over his mouth, before leaning his elbow on the back of the chairs to try and look natural. She stared at his cock hungrily - the thick, hard meat curving slightly, soft vestigial barbs dotting his glans. She watched the skin around the ridge of his tip bunch up on itself as she stroked upwards, briefly licking her lips. Much as she wanted to suck the soul out of him, even Shelly knew there was no way the sight of the feather on the side of her head bouncing up and down near his lap would be mistaken for anything else. That wasn't going to stop her getting what she wanted, though. Leaning out slightly so she could glance down the bus again - making a point to look at the digital clock hanging overhead, as if that was what she was looking for - she moved her hand off of his cock and onto his far thigh. Mr. Finass whined under his breath as the young Sneasel lifted herself up and into his lap - the brush of the short, soft fur on the cub's thighs stroking over his exposed and rigidly erect member sent a shiver through his whole body. She sat herself down, snickering as she felt the Persian's dick throbbing against the underside of her legs - and the soft, silky warmth of the precum he was leaking onto her. She reached down under her skirt, tugging her bathing suit to one side before shifting her weight and wriggling herself down a little closer so she could rub the soft, warm flesh of her pussy against his meat. She heard him gasp, and felt his dick throb under her thighs. Rocking her hips slowly and gently, she ground down against him, kicking her feet in the air in a perfectly innocent fashion as she did so. Gauging her moment as the bus stopped at a junction, the vibrations of the engine shaking the vehicle and everyone on it, she pushed both hands down on his thighs and lifted herself up. She felt his meat pushing its own way upright, throbbing and flexing, as her weight lifted off of it. Mr. Finass's cock stood so rigidly erect when hard that she didn't even have to move a hand to guide it in. His muffled whines and huffs tickled her ears as she slowly pressed herself down against him, biting her lower lip as she felt his big, warm helmet slowly spreading her cunt around its meaty girth. Shelly's tight young hole squeezed around him as she slipped his tip inside of herself, biting her lip to restrain a groan of delight. The vestigial barbs rubbed past her lips, and as she sank lower, rubbed along her inner walls in ways she'd never experienced before. She heard the Persian whine and felt the muscles under her hands tense up briefly as she slid down his length, not stopping until she was settled in his lap again. She shuddered, giving a quiet groan herself as she felt his huge rod throb inside her. She bounced carefully in his lap for the next several minutes - lifting herself an inch or two by flexing her buttocks against his deliciously toned thighs, then relaxing them again, and letting gravity slide her back down. His cock throbbed inside her with every stroke, and she growled approvingly under her breath. Glancing along the bus in the direction they were headed, she grinned to herself - en route to the beach was a long tunnel cut into the cliffside. As it drove through into the darkness, she gripped his thighs tightly and, with the cover of the shadows, pulled her hips up until they weren't even touching his lap before shoving herself back down again. Mr. Finass yowled under his breath, biting his finger again to keep himself quiet as the young Sneasel rode him in earnest - her hips bouncing off of his thighs as the tight, hot grip of her pussy pumped up and down his dick. Staring intently at the road ahead, he groaned into his hand, panting hotly. Shelly's eager young cunt bounced over his cock faster still - right up until the brilliant white of the tunnel exit swooped overhead, whereupon she pressed herself down into his lap tightly and stayed there as if nothing had happened. She writhed against him as she felt his deeply buried cock throbbing, teetering on the verge of climax - but she was having far too much fun to let him finish jus yet. Sitting back comfortably and taking out her phone, she set her legs to swinging again, her hips rolling slowly once more. She heard him whine and huff, and glanced up at him with a smirk. He still wasn't looking at her, desperately trying to keep his attention anywhere else - she she took the opportunity to fire off a few texts to her school-mate and regular victim of her casual harassment, Pascal. She snickered to herself at his reaction, before setting her mind back to the task at hand. Another lean forwards to glance down the bus revealed that still, like any good bus-goers, the other passengers were engrossed in their own phones, books or navels. Confident she could risk it, she began to stroke herself more eagerly over Mr. Finass' cock, raising and dropping her hips. The teacher's precum soaked his shaft by now, Shelly's soft, warm hole painting it over his own flesh - the slick meat gliding into her depths all the more easily for it. Shelly felt his leg twitching, heard his grunted whimpers, and growled triumphantly as she pushed herself back against him. She sank every inch of his cock into her guts, pressing her ass down tightly against his lap as she felt the first hot wave rushing up his shaft - groaning under her breath as she felt each pulsing throb of his cock inside her adding to the growing warmth in her depths. Again and again his dick flexed inside her, emptying the Persian's thick, sticky cum into Shelly's body. She sighed contentedly, before taking out her phone and tapping away on it again. An inquisitive, slightly panicked mumble from Mr. Finass got her attention, and she glanced over her shoulder at him. He glanced between her and the seat next to him, and she just smirked at him. 'But your lap's so much more cooooomfy~' she said, pouting and whining a little. 'Are you sure I can't stay here 'til we get to the beach, sir?' she asked - pressing back against him as she did so. 'Say yes, and I'll let you fuck me against the wall in the shower stalls when we get there~' she added, more quietly than the rest. His eyes winced shut, and he whined under his breath again as her hole pressed down closer for a moment. Whimpering, he conceded with a muffled whine, and she grinned to herself as she went back to browsing her phone, kicking her legs, and slowly teasing her former teacher with the short, gentle rocking of her hips sliding her tight hole over his cock - and, once his attention was pointed elsewhere again, snapping a quick photo with her phone's front camera to send to Pascal, knowing full well how jealous he'd be.[/section]

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