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The thud of cleats stormed towards Ezerie from behind. The ball bounced off her foot, blurring through the short-cut grass and hissing. The goalpost rumbled towards her, its goalie standing at the center of it with her feet apart, knees bent, ready to leap whichever way Ezerie dished it. She charged as hard as she could while maintaining her control on the ball, a burden her pursuers did not carry as they closed in on her. The distance to the goal was so close, and yet the defenders were much closer. If only it wasn't illegal to use her dragon wings to propel herself. Oh well. She didn't discipline herself with practice her entire life not to be extremely quick on her feet.

One defender was upon her. She came on Ezerie's right, a giant wolf girl who had her eyes locked on the ball, waiting for the perfect moment to jab her feet out to steal it. The game was tied 2-2. No way they would let Ezerie put it away so easily. Ezerie tapped the ball to her left and moved away, only to be met by another defender, a shorter but more agile mouse. Their bodies collided hip to hip, their opposing jerseys flapping and bouncing about their bodies as they jostled for space. Ezerie didn't stop. She didn't even so much as look at her two sandwiching opponents. Her eyes were on the ball and the goal post ahead. Run run run run run!

So she ran, pummeled from both sides until she was close enough that the goalie ran from her post to meet her. NOW! Far to her left was her teammate, left alone by the defenders too preoccupied by Ezerie. She was wide open. Ezerie swiped the ball to her as hard as she could, sacrificing her balance and sending herself tumbling to the grass shoulder-first. The impact crushed the wind out of her. Her head rang as she bounced and skidded a full foot, coming to a stop on her back. The wolf girl fell down with her while the mouse made a harsh course-correction towards Ezerie's teammate.

Too late. Ezerie didn't see it happen, but the whack on the ball followed by the screaming crowd told her everything she needed to know: Gooooooooooal

Most ecstatic of her audience was Rixxie, Ezerie's girlfriend. Her voice screeched above all others as she hopped up and down, pompoms flittering over her head. "Yeeeeeaaaaaah Ezzieeeeee!" The skirt flipped up and down as she jumped, revealing a healthy portion of her thighs and underwear. Across her chest Ezerie's team name was emblazoned in a savage font, the colors matching her steel blue fur. The lighter underbelly was separated from the rest of her with an exotic zigzag pattern. Slim and athletic, she burned all of her energy in showing Ezerie her undying support.

Ezerie was up on her knees, panting hard as the sweat dripped off her graphite colored scales. Her forearms, shins, and the latter half of her tail were blood red. Aquatic fins knifed out of her joints, a sign of her aquatic lineage alongside the thin gills that lined the flanks of her neck. She kept her blonde hair in a tight ponytail, keeping the bangs off her hot pink eyes. Beyond the huddle of celebrating teammates she could see Rixxie hopping her heart out, letting out a gleeful squeal. Ezzie laughed to herself and wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her wrist. It was not the only bodily product coming out of her in droves. With the help of some added chemicals to her Gatorade she had thrown herself into a suffocating heat, one that burned like an unattended reactor between her thighs and melded its juice with her sweat. Seeing her girlfriend's tits bounce in her top as she jumped added fuel to the fire, one she fully intended on putting out.

The teammates celebrating and the girl who scored all came over to congratulate Ezerie too. She hopped to her feet and shunned them. "Don't celebrate just yet," she said scornfully while walking through their attempted ring. "We still got some game ahead of us."

Fortunately there were only four minutes left on the clock, not a lot of time to make another goal. Indeed it wasn't, and the opposing team came up short 3-2. Finally Ezerie could revel with her teammates. Rixxie resumed her own ecstatic celebration, all bashfulness thrown to the window as she bounced and cheered like a maniac.

Ezzie's team shook hands with their disappointed but congratulating opponents. A trophy was given out and a medallion for MVP was put around Ezzie's neck. The first goal had been hers, the third an assist. She held the fake gold up and smiled for the camera alongside her friends. In a few days there would be a celebratory dinner at a local pizzeria, but for now everyone wanted to go home and shower. Ezzie had other ideas.

As she made her way to the sidelines, grinning from ear to ear with her latest bling bouncing off her chest, Rixxie came sprinting after her. They collided with a whumph. "Oof!" went Ezerie as she nearly toppled over. Rixxie wouldn't let her, not when she was hugging her with nigh rib-cracking strength.

"Ohhhhhh, you were amazing!" She pulled her face out of Ezerie's shoulder and smiled at her. "That was such a clutch pass! How'd you do that?"

Ezerie patted her back. "I'll tell you once you let go."

"Oh! Sorry." Rixxie unwrapped her arms. Her tail wagged behind her maniacally. "Kinda happy for you."

That much was evident thanks to both her giddy grin and the wagging tail. Furthermore Ezerie spotted an inconspicuous bulge in the center of Rixxie's skirt. "I can see that. It's alright." She shrugged. "They put their whole defense on me. Left Samantha wide open. It only made sense to pass it."

"I know, I know. It was just crazy how perfectly you did it though. And your first goal! Flawless!"

Ezerie appreciated the compliments, but with Rixxie's tits jiggling in her top so distractingly and the budding of an erection stretching her shorts Ezerie could not fully enjoy them. Ezerie's arousal was not by accident, that potent aphrodisiac turning her underwear into a veritable swamp of cunny waters. A hindrance to some, it upped her performance into insane proportions. Could it be considered a performance enhancing drug? Maybe, maybe not. She kept it a secret from both her teammates and Rixxie who seemingly did not make the connection that after every game Ezerie would fuck her brains out.

"Thanks. Why don't we uh... Why don't we catch the next bus home? I'm exhausted and I stink to high heaven."

"Yes you do, not that I mind."

"Oh, I know you don't. Taking a shower ain't the first thing we're gonna do when we get home," Ezerie said with a conniving smile.

Rixxie returned it. "Awesome."

Ezerie gathered her things and walked with Rixxie to the bus stop. Both of them were sweating, Ezerie more drastically. The other folk waiting kept a clear berth between them and hoped the bus would have enough seats open to maintain it. The introverted Rixxie felt a tad guilty. Ezerie couldn't have given less of a fuck. She hoped the bus was packed.

Naturally her eyes fell to Rixxie's cock bulge. There was little doubt that Rixxie's cunt, nestled just below her bundle of masculinity, was sopping wet. She was panting softly, looking out across the street as if calling on the bus to hurry the hell up, she had a girlfriend to breed. Ezerie sank her teeth into her lip to withhold a malicious smile. Perhaps Rixxie would not have to wait as long.

"Hey," Ezerie said.

Rixxie snapped her head towards her. "Yeah?"

Ezerie held her water bottle up to her. "Wanna sip of this? You look thirsty."

She shook her head. "Oh no. I'm fine. You need it more than I do."

"Doesn't mean you don't need it." Ezerie gave the bottle a shake. "Come on. I got plenty in here. I can tell you worked hard cheering me on. It's the least I can do to thank you." She shoved the bottle into Rixxie's arm. "Drink it."

"OK, OK." Rixxie took it and popped the spigot. She put it between her mouth, feeling the half-chewed plastic scrape the inside of her lips. With a tilt of the head and a squeeze of the bottle she felt a cold shot of Gatorade squirt into her mouth. The flavor was Cool Blue, Ezerie's favorite, but there was something else too. Something sweeter, like a pinch of sugar had been added. Rixxie didn't think any more of it and brought the bottle down with a crisp sigh. "Thanks."

A grinning Ezerie took her bottle back. "No problem. Taste good?"

"Yeah." She wiped her lips clean. "Yeah, I was pretty thirsty."

"I could tell. Need anymore, just ask."

Rixxie smiled at her. "OK."

The bus was still a few minutes out. It was 2:49 with an estimated arrival of around 3:00. Rixxie continued her urgent stare out into the street, looking left where the bus would be coming. Every car that peeled into view was a pang of disappointment. Yes, there was in fact a good deal of pussy juice growing in her underwear. Combined with the growing bulge that betrayed her sex she felt her embarrassment growing. Only the sight of the bus's flat face coming around the bend would bring her any respite. Until then she would have to stew in her own fluids.

Then things got worse.

It fell on her loins like a wave, subtle at first, then punishing as it throbbed into a tsunami. Hot, heavy arousal solidified in both of her sex organs. Her penis performed an angry pulse while her flower let loose another serving of liquid. Her nipples stiffened in her bra, stabbing into the fabric and bleeding straight through the logo on her top. At once a battery of sensations had her fists clenching and her toes curling. Her eyes widened while her tail went into a dramatic fluff.

Ezerie was watching. She had to fight not to smile. "You alright there?"

Rixxie was locked in place, too scared to move an inch lest the friction of her clothes trigger more arousal. "Y-yeah. Um..." Her eyes darted around for anyone nearby. The people waiting at the bus stop with them were not paying attention. She leaned towards Ezerie slowly and whispered. "I'm super fucking hot right now."

Ezerie played dumb. "Yeah? I saw you sweating."

"No. I mean..." She double checked that nobody was listening. "I mean I'm really fucking hot... down there."

"Oh, you mean horny?"

Rixxie jolted and looked over at the other folk. One gentleman had heard. He was looking at his phone and making an amused/surprised look. She scowled at Ezerie. "Yes! Don't say that so loudly."

"I didn't. Don't worry about it. The bus is almost here."

Rixxie sucked through her teeth. "I don't know if I can wait that long."

"Hush. You'll be fine."

But she wasn't. Everything from the waist down had become a hotbed of aching desire. Her pole was at full staff, dragging itself against the inside of her underwear and impressing itself on her skirt so that it was lifted slightly. Her womanhood was but a trench of pure fire, absorbing a solid chunk of her G-string into its fleshy, wet folds. Her tail was at half-cock behind her, swaying and twitching erratically without any of her input. Something like sand was being poured into her breasts, forcing an intense pressure on both her nipples. The ducts felt ready to burst. Soon her bra would be suffering an onslaught of fluids too.

Ezerie watched greedily, her own horniness at an intense level, though not quite as severe as Rixxie's. My first time was just as bad. I've been ingesting this stuff for years now. She's totally new to it. "That bad, huh?"

Rixxie cut an eye at her. "I don't know if I can make it..." she choked. Her fingers wrenched the bell of her skirt. Feminine moisture bled down the inside of her thighs in long trails. She had to pin her knees together to hide it, but at the cost of tightening her underwear around her cock. Her teeth sank into her lip as she let out an agonized sound. "Fffhh!"

"Hey, it's alright." Ezerie put an arm around her. "The bus is almost here. We'll be home in no time. Then I'll let you burn off all that steam, huh? How's that sound?" She patted Rixxie's side.

That mere contact was like a buzzsaw to her loins. Her body started to vibrate while the first few drops of milk made their way out of her nipples. "Good... Too good. I don't know if I'll even make it that far."

"Hush. Just take a deep breath and focus on something else."

Rixxie's gaze fell on Ezerie's chest. Her jersey floated atop her breasts from which she could smell a haughty perspiration. It wasn't helping. Dear God, I've never wanted to breed her harder in my entire fucking life. "Y-yeah. I'll try."

Try she did, suffering through such an intense excitement that she felt ready to puke. Her floor muscle remained clenched throughout the wait, as if it would hold back the ungodly flow of precum and cunny water that made its way out of her so readily. The sexual stench, an authoritarian aroma wafting out from under her skirt like a column of smoke, overpowered both her and Ezerie's sweat by several magnitudes.

At last the bus swerved into view down the street. Ezerie's sharp ears perked at the sight of it. "There it is! See? We're on our way home."

The sight of the bus did not bring the hope and relief Rixxie thought it would now that she was in the deepest throes of sexual need. It wasn't going to be her shuttle home so she could relieve her inexplicable sex drive. It would be a dungeon where she would suffer every bump, nudge, and vibration throughout the journey home, all while surrounded by her fellow commuters.

The bus pulled in front of the stop with a hiss. The doors swung open to reveal an old monitor lizard hunched over in his seat. Ezerie picked up her gym bag and pulled it over her shoulder. Looks like I'm in for a show. One hand slowly unzipped the compartment where her phone was and slid it out.

"Go ahead," she told Rixxie.

To Rixxie the bus driver was Charon the ferryman. "I'll... I'll wait. Let everyone else get on first..."

Ezerie shrugged. "Suit yourself." She looked over at everyone else and gestured towards the bus. Looking through the windows she saw the silhouettes of a few people. It was about half full, and about to get bigger. That's a big enough audience for me, she thought deviously. The two girls watched as everyone at the stop filed inside. Four people went in, leaving Rixxie and Ezerie. The driver looked at them expectantly. Ezerie went up to the bus and put one foot on the first step. She waved Rixxie on. "Come on! Don't you wanna get home? No point in waiting out here in the heat."

Just listening to the diesel engine's rattle made Rixxie's tail jitter. She dreaded just going up the stairs and walking down the aisle. Dammit. I should've gotten a seat closer to the door. After a deep inhale that absorbed a lungful of diesel fumes she straightened herself up and staggered towards the bus, thighs still clamped together.

"There we go," said Ezerie, walking the rest of the way up the steps and paying the fare. "Almost there."

Rixxie was on the curb, shins lingering in front of the bottom step. She took another breath and put one foot forward. The effect was immediate. The vibrating bus, however minor from where she stood, rippled up her leg and collided with her intimates. A reflexive gasp shot her mouth open and knocked her knees together. "Ah! Ah!"

The driver looked on with concern. "You alright, ma'am?" People on the bus were leaning in their seats either with impatience or curiosity.

"Yeah! Yeah. I'm fine." Rixxie took yet another breath. You can do it. Come on. People are waiting. She hoisted her other foot forward, doubling the effect on her body. At once both of her legs were shaking. Just propelling herself up the next step was a Herculean task, her own miniature Everest. She powered through it, but not without added hisses and whimpers. Atop the steps and in the aisle she met the driver's deeply worried eyes. "Hi. I'm sorry."

"You're not gonna be sick, are you darling?" He didn't mean to look at her breasts, but his eyes were inevitably drawn there by the two dark blots where a small but steady drip of milk came forth.

Being sick was much preferable to this torture. "No sir. Just... Just a little..." She had no way to describe it. How does one accurately excuse shaky, knocked knees and leaky titties? "Just a little... off, today."

He nodded slowly. "OK..."

Rixxie turned towards the aisle. To her deep chagrin the bus was at least half-filled with commuters waiting for her to get a move on. Everyone who wasn't on their phone or looking out the window was looking at her. Worse still was Ezerie who had decided to sit in the very back of the bus. She smiled at Rixxie and gave her a cute little wave over. God, I hate her sometimes. Rixxie waddled through the gallery of felt seats. The vibrating engine did not cease, nor the flow of sex fluids stinking up the whole bus. People she passed by leaned away in their seats, grimacing and scowling at the horny-addled fox.

"Sorry... Sorry... Sorry..." she whimpered. What is this bus, 100 feet long? It felt like a mile, but at last she made it to the back seat.

Ezerie scooted over and patted the seat next to her. "Take a load off! Let's get going."

Rixxie heard the hydraulic hiss of the bus doors being closed. She gripped the stainless steel pole next to her and wrapped her arm around it. "I think I'll stand."

Ezerie, whose phone was clutched in her hand with the camera app recording, simply shrugged. "Suit yourself." The bus engine revved. They felt it swerve beneath them, away from the curve.

That was all she wrote for Rixxie.

"Hyeeeuuuuuuhhhhhhh~!" She buckled at the waist, mouth agape, the look of pure ecstasy contorting her face. The brightest pleasure exploded across her entire body, the epicenter coming from her crotch and two nipples. Both let loose a torrent of fluids that fell through her clothing with a percussive squish and dribble. With her back swinging into an arch her ass jutted behind her towards the front of the bus and everyone else riding it. Her tail jittered above her in a terrible fray. Cum exploded from her cock while a broken waterfall of girl water sieved through her underwear and splattered on the bus floor between her feet.

Ezerie's eyes went wide as her phone captured the sexual disaster. Even she wasn't expecting such a catastrophic reaction. Neither were the rest of the commuters, the closest of whom rocketed out of their seats and herded towards the front of the bus. Some people clapped their paws over their mouths, either to hide their laughter or to express their disgust. The more garish whipped out their phones to capture her blissful humiliation.

Her back was to them, but she could hear their mass migration away from her. Her grip on the pole was tenuous and shaky. One paw pulled the front of her skirt down her thigh, a vain attempt at containing her climax. More of it came dribbling out of her, out of her cock or pouring out of her cunny to amass a puddle on the floor.

Her face was ablaze with shame. "Ohhhhhhhhh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Huhhhhh... I'm sorryyyyyyy..."

Ezerie propped her phone on the seat so that it still aimed at Rixxie. She came over and took Rixxie's wrist. "Come on. Let's take a seat." She guided the still-cumming Rixxie towards the seat and sat her down. Meanwhile someone had pulled the line on the bus, bringing it to a stop. In just a few minutes half of everyone was gone. Those who remained were either in a desperate hurry to get home or didn't want to miss the free show going on at the back of the bus. The poor driver, aware something had happened but unsure of exactly what, thought Rixxie had thrown up.

He shook his head. Gonna have to clean that up later. What a pain in the ass.

Rixxie wished she had vomited rather than came her brains out. It was the most bone-shattering orgasm she'd ever experienced. The seat of her pants were utterly soaked. Her bra dribbled milk down her exposed midriff. She sat next to Ezerie with her knees still glued to another, her skirt pulled not halfway down her thighs now wet on their insides. She thought that was the end of it, but cruelly her arousal did not seem to wane even after her climax had.

A smirking Ezerie patted her paw. "It's OK, it's OK. Shhhhhh..."

"Fuck... I..." Rixxie held her palm up and saw how it shone in the light with moisture. The entire back of the bus reeked of her climax. "I came so hard.

"Shhh, I know. It's OK."

"And I'm still so horny..." She made to pull at her skirt again, incidentally nudging her penis and creating another jolt of pleasure. A throaty moan escaped her, heard by everyone throughout the bus. "Huhhhh~"

Ezerie just rubbed her thigh, an intentional addition to Rixxie's misery. "It's alright. Let's just get home."

The bus resumed its journey down the street. Rixxie was more prepared this time, but it hardly helped. They hadn't made it to the next stop light before her head was thrown back, whipping her hair out with a mouth gaped into an erotic O. "Huhhhhhh!" At first her thighs tightened into each other, but they could not hope to hold back the siege of vibrations that was levied upon her body. They split open, hamstrings quaking violently so that the soft flesh jiggled and shook. The paw holding her skirt pulled it up, fully unveiling her swamped panties and the gargantuan cock bulge. The tip of her cock, a candy-blue warhead of solid glans, poked out against her thigh. Molten ivory was plastered into the fur, not even having begun to dry yet before her cock muscle began to throb towards another orgasm. Violent contractions set upon her pussy muscles, clenching at the slit of underwear buried into her pussy lips. Her nipples lactated full tilt, letting loose their precious beverage down her trunk like tears of white.

The hand not pulling her skirt up shot out at Ezerie to grab her wrist. Her head was bent over the seat rest, throwing her song of joy at the bus ceiling. "HUHHHHH! OHHHH FUCK! HUHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Ezerie was in shock. She didn't bother keeping her phone hidden, instead holding it up in front of her. More cinematographers were interspersed throughout the seats, although they were the only other folk who remained. Another person pulled the brake string. Even the most impatient of them got the hell out of there.

The driver didn't think she was throwing up anymore. While people hurried past him he kept his eyes on the mirror, watching the pretty fox overdose on delight. Damn. That's not as bad, I suppose. Protocol for such a disturbance was to stop the bus and call the authorities. He tapped his finger on the steering wheel. Maybe what the cops don't know won't hurt 'em. He closed the bus doors and hit the gas, his eyes switching between the road in front of him and the mirror above his head.

He looked up just in time to witness Rixxie's second orgasm. Her retort was guttural and deep. "Uggggghhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~" Another explosion of fluids, these ones even more violent. Her back and hips swerved her stomach out, lifting her ass off the seat. Hissing from the borders of her panties were sparkling hoses of squirt water, arcing down the inner flanks of her thighs and thudding against the back of the seats in front of her. That which didn't fly out of her swept down her calves in gurgling streams, soaking her socks and filling her shoes.

"Ohhhhhh, that's a good girl~" Ezerie said, her voice raised so she could be heard over Rixxie's howl. She focused the camera on her crotch, capturing every drop that came spewing out. "Having fun? Enjoying the bus ride yet?"

Rixxie barely heard a word beyond the din of pleasure turning her into a shuddering, whimpering mess. She blindly rubbed up and down her groin, swiping her fingers along her weeping cunt and the erection which simply would not soften. The lights died down, but not the energy to ignite it again. When her ass touched the seat she was just as horny as she'd started.

She turned her head towards Ezerie with very little light behind her eyes. She saw the phone and frowned. "You... You're not... recording this... are you?"

Ezerie bit the tip of her tongue and grinned. "Sorry, but this was too hot not to."

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnn..." Rixxie batted at the phone lazily. Ezerie pulled it out of reach. "Stooooop... I... Fuck... I'm so fucking hot... Huhhhh! It feels so good..." Her toes curled in her shoes, scraping the claws into the sole. They scraped through a puddle of squirt water and under the seat. The bus hadn't stopped, putting Rixxie on track for another orgasm. Her claws scraped the upholstery with a rude ripping sound. She could not maintain her scrunched expression before it stretched with desperation. "Ohhhhhhhhh, Ezerie! Huhhh!" Her legs bounced on their toes. She grabbed her dick through her panties and stroked it. "I-! I can't! Huhhh! I can't stop it! Ohhhhhhhhh Goooooooooooood..."

Ezerie couldn't stop herself either. Watching her girlfriend struggle so theatrically made sure her own arousal hit a fever pitch. Most of it had been burned out on the soccer field, but here it was coming back with a vengeance. "Yeah," she huffed saucily. "That's a good girl. Let me see you stroke that dick." While zooming in on the barbaric act she did the same to herself, slipping her fingers right down her shorts and prodding her middle and ring fingers into her cunt.

Everyone else on the bus felt the same. Men and women alike squirmed in their seats, no longer recording out of amusement or morbid curiosity. The driver drove slowly, careful not to cause an accident he was so focused on the scene happening in his mirror. He kept the bus in the highest gear where the engine would rumble the hardest. Every push on the pedal would result in a moan from Rixxie. I think I'll take my time getting to the next stop.

His experimentation cursed Rixxie with her third ejaculation. The usual loud moan bellowed out of her alongside the grisly dribble of water. Not a single portion of the floor near the back of the bus had been spared her fluids. As the bus turned the puddle and its resulting streams would slosh and glide across the aisle's flutes and bends. Poor Rixxie's skirt was utterly ruined, nothing but a conglomerate of juice and jizzum that coagulated down her legs and lower tummy. The same fate had befallen her top as her nipples grew puffy with their continued leakage.

Her voice stuttered in her throat. "Fuuu-uuuu-uuu-uuuu-uuu-uuuuuuck..." She wriggled in her seat, churning her fluids around the seat and everything else she came in contact with. Her tail twitched like a dying fish, laid out across the seats. Her feet bounced and skidded along the floor as her legs continued their angry spasms. She was drowning in a flood of dopamine. Everything in front of her came in doubles as her eyes floated in their sockets. Both her sex organs burned with their repeated expenditure and yet the demand to keep cumming remained.

Ezerie was masturbating in full now, no longer worried about filming Rixxie so much as getting her own satisfaction. Upon the end of Rixxie's third climax she stopped to pull her finger out. It shone with her juices, a gift from her rather porous cunny. She saw Rixxie's cock, still swollen against her panties and raring to let fly another load. It was all she needed to see.

Ezerie reached over and yanked the cup of Rixxie's panties aside, letting her soaked erection flop out heavily. Rixxie jolted hard. "W-wait... What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Ezerie stood up. After fighting for balance for a moment with the bus turning she grabbed the waistband of her shorts and yanked them down to her knees along with her underwear. It revealed the extent of her wetness, the likes of which drooled from her gnarled feminism in a single thickish strand.

Rixxie's eyes went wide at the sight of it. Her knotted blue cock throbbed angrily, giving birth to another row of angry cock veins. "God... You're hot too?"

"Oh, don't act surprised." She turned her back on Rixxie, presenting her bare, scaly rump and the long dragontail that swayed to the side. One hand came behind her and wrapped itself around Rixxie's shaft.

It was like a lightning bolt went off inside her. "Hah! Hah! Hah!"

"Oh, hush." With careful aim she kept Rixxie's pecker upright so that she could bring her ass down on it. Their delicate organs collided, Rixxie's tip sinking into the steamy canyon between Ezerie's thighs. A shudder was shared between them. Rixxie grabbed her thighs hard enough that her arms shook, but Ezerie didn't come down. She obliged to tease herself on Rixxie's cock helmet, squishing up the full length of her slit.

It was torture in the purest form. "Ohhhhhhhh, Ezziiiiiieeeeeeee..."

Ezerie chortled through her nose. "Want it that bad, huh?"

"Mmmmm... I think you know..."

"I do. I wanna hear you say it, though." She brought her ass down, sliding her ass crack down Rixxie's pole and drawing out more precum.

"Nnnnn... Please fuck me... God... I wanna cum... Huhhh! I need to... Fuck..."

"You got it~" Ezerie put a stop to the teasing and reintroduced their sexes. Down she came, swallowing the cock tip with a skwish.

Rixxie didn't make it any further than that. "Huhhhhhhh!!!" Spurts of cum ripped into Ezerie's chalice, on par with her prior loads in volume and ferocity. Not to be outdone, her cunny unleashed another fountain, this one unblocked by her panties and rocketing out onto the bus floor in a single, continuous stream that splashed against the lake of its predecessors. Her vulva bulged with each spasm, the joy of which ricocheted off her every curve and muscle so that she would bounce and jitter beneath Ezerie.

Ezerie gasped at the sudden onslaught of cum, but did not pause her descent down Rixxie's fuck stick. She cooed as those many ropes were unloaded on her womb, making her feel like a woman and making the first step towards her own orgasm easier. She felt Rixxie's knot press into her ass, a small obstacle to getting her to the hilt. It posed little issue. With just a small grunt and a shove Ezerie enveloped it, her charcoal pussy lips vanishing the entirety of Rixxie's masculinity.

Rixxie was't even done dousing the bus floor. Her grip on Ezerie's hips tightened as she threw her head back and made a hideous groan. The grip on her cock was suffocating, milking from her a pleasure beyond what the vibrations of the bus could offer her alone, though it hadn't stopped trying. With the rev of eight cylinders was the ardent clench and quiver of her girlfriend. It was too much for her to handle. Her moans were long and barbaric, broken apart only by the need to inhale between them.

It was music to Ezerie's ears. She rolled and twisted her ass in Rixxie's lap, savoring the squelch of cum burdening her womanhood and flooding her womb. "Oooooooooh, that's it. Hahhhh, I like that~" She pulled herself off the knot with a wet pop! Her cunt, gaped to the girth of Rixxie's blue shaft, slid to the head before coming back down and reinserting the knot. Ezerie's entire body shivered as her back rolled into an arch. "Huhhhhhhh... So good..."

Rixxie was hyperventilating. Though her climax was done with, she found herself on the verge of another already. Ezerie's mechanical slide up and down her pillar made sure that white hot feeling of delight did not go down. When her ass would come down it was like Rixxie was plunged into a pool of bubbling water, its many millions of bubbles fizzing past her skin and tickling her muscles into a quake. Her fifth climax was upon her, blowing out the head of her cock in yet another storm of cum. More of it oozed from her pussy lips alongside the perfuntory gush of squirt water. What cum that could not enter Ezerie's batter-swollen womb was redirected to her cunny, that potent stream of ivory dancing among her streams of squirt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuck~! Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!"

Ezerie didn't stop riding her. A moan of her own belted out of her as she felt more of that heavenly warm nectar beat into her. Her pussy lips bulged on and off that fat clot of dog muscle, splotching her crotch and the inside of her thighs with a translucent film of jizzum. The sounds were horrendous, gross, and sloppy.

Her head swooned wildly, that look of passion clear for their audience to look at. "Ohhhh, fuck... Rixxie, baby... Huhhh... Oh, I'm gonna cum... Hmmmmmm, yes~"

It took some effort for Rixxie to respond coherently. "Huhhhh! Huhhh... Welcome... to the club! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ezerie felt herself spiking. Her tempo increased. Splashes of cum shot out from her buttocks where she collided with Rixxie's lap. PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP! "Ohhhh FUCK! HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ~~~!!!" Her riding came to a grinding halt once her ecstasy was thrown off the edge, plummeting her headfirst into a muscle-weakening release. Her pussy came back around the knot just in time to douse it with a waterfall of her juices. It gurgled like a brook between both girl's legs and piddled to the floor, joining the great collective of water Rixxie had already created. Her wail was deafening. "HUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEGGGGHHHHUUUUUUUUHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!"

It was only fair that Rixxie came with her. She harmonized with Ezerie in a howl of her own, one laden with the exhaustion of someone who had cum six times in rapid succession. The last of her man cum blew from her cock and slid from her pussy in one last hurrah. Ezerie's womb suffered the lot, giving her tummy a noticeable bump. That great buildup of pressure, now at the absolute, drew the remainder of her ejaculate through her cunny pizzle. What little water Rixxie had left in the tank fountained out onto the floor, her last addition to the pond that had flooded the back of the bus and saturated it with its smell.

The excitement faded at last and Ezerie slumped backwards into her lover. The orchestra of moans and wails was over, replaced by the uneven huffs and puffs created by a job very well done. The bus was eerily silent beyond that. The engine was off. The driver had pulled over on a road off route where he and the other passengers could watch the show.

Neither girl noticed them, not when they were wholly lost in a choking fog of raw good feeling. Ezerie managed a soft chuckle. "Wow... Hahhh... That was epic... Fuck..." She leaned to the side, her flower still clamped around Rixxie's knot. She turned to look at her. "What did you think? Huh? Have fun?"

Rixxie was hardly conscious. Her head was sagged back on the seat rest, jaw agape. The only sign she was alive was the shallow pants that made her tongue bob in her jaw. Her eyes blinked open and saw the smiling Ezerie. She groaned. "I think... I think I need a glass of water..."

Ezerie laughed. "Yeah, I bet you do." But not from my Gatorade. She kissed Rixxie on the cheek. "That was by far the best post-game celebration I've ever had. Don't think I'll ever top it."

Rixxie said nothing. Her arms wrapped around Ezerie's cum-swollen trunk and pulled her in for a hug.

Ezerie giggled. "I'm glad you think so too."

THE END