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"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.