“Pass It On”
PART THREE
Denise Burcham awoke to frantic knocking at the door of the bathroom.
“Hey, lady! Are you going to be in there all night? I...ve got to use the bathroom!”
“uhhhhhh….” She couldn...t remember much. Fragments of memory spun. Fingering herself. Orgasming. The smell of that wonderful soap.
“Are you alright in there? Do you need some help?”
“NO! I...ll be right out!” She didn...t want any more embarrassment. She...d already done something so seedy, so completely unlike her….
‘But you enjoyed it,... the thought came, unbidden, into her head.
As she slowly pulled herself up off the floor, she acknowledged that she had never cum like that before, either with anyone else or by herself.
‘You...d love to do it again, too.... Again, the thought came floating across her mind as if in someone else...s voice.
Pulling up her pants, she thought that, at the right time, in the right place….
‘No. Soon. Here....
And with that thought, Denise froze. ‘Something is very wrong here,... she had time to think….
The pounding at the door began again. “Lady, I...m going to get the driver if you don...t come out of there!”
Not wanting that, Denise cracked the door.
“Really, I...m okay. I think I hit my head on door when we hit a pothole, but I...m okay. Just let me wash my face, and I...ll be right out.”
The red-faced man standing outside the door looked at her doubtfully, but, spurred by his bladder, nodded and mumbled something about “just hurry up” before quickly averting his eyes.
Her pants were still unfastened, and she flashed a bit of her panties through the door as he watched.
A fact that did not seem to bother Denise Burcham one bit.
Reluctantly, she did fasten her pants, and bent quickly to retrieve the bottle of soap she had knocked to the floor when she fell.
Holding it in her hand, she relived the intense sensations the smell of the soap had given her. Looking at the bottle, she wondered….
‘Take it. No one will notice,... said the voice in her head.
She slid the bottle into her front pocket, careful to remind herself to remove once she got back to her seat.
Then, smiling happily, she left the bathroom and walked back up the aisle.
Roger Cord watched the fat woman waddle back down the aisle to her seat, wondering what she seemed so happy about.
‘If she really did hit her head, maybe she addled her brains so much, she doesn...t realize she...s been locked in the damn toilet for two hours! Stupid cunt!...
Cord eased cautiously into the toilet, expecting to find a mess. Finding only the normal metal fixtures typical of such things, he was at least grateful that he didn...t have to wade into someone else...s leavings.
‘The fat cow was even considerate enough to leave the toilet seat up for me....
Unzipping, Cord pulled out his cock and waited a moment for the piss to work its way up the length. ‘Been holding it in so long, now it doesn...t want to come out!... In the meantime, he began to sniff the air.
‘Huh. This is the nicest smelling bus toilet I...ve ever been in. Wonder what they use to keep it smelling so good?... Occupied with that question, he barely noticed when his urine began streaming into the bottom of the metal bowl.
He continued inhaling the scent of the bathroom, his eyes looking up at the ceiling without really seeing it. As his bladder finally emptied, Cord stood, his dick in his hand, unmoving.
Until he finally began moving his hand slowly down the length of his penis.
And back up again.
Squeezing slightly, with his thumb and forefinger in an ‘O... around the base.
Until he was hard as rock.
It was only when his ministrations actually began to hurt that he looked down at what he was doing. ‘Sonofabitch! What the hell I am doing?...
Of course, by then, it was much too late for him to stop.
Denise Burcham made sure that, when she returned to her seat, she unfolded the blanket she had brought with her. After carefully removing the ‘soap... she had stolen from the bathroom and placing it in her purse, she sat down in the middle of the two seats she had to herself, and leaned them both back, covering herself in the blanket once she was comfortable.
She had been grateful that the bus was nearly empty, since it meant she didn...t have to share her seats with someone else. Now, she was grateful because no one was sitting across the aisle from her. So that, when she eased open her pants and reached her hand under her panties, no one observed her movements. No one saw the rhythmic motion of her fingers between her already slick pussy lips. No one watched as her head thrashed back and forth, as her body jerked as if being intermittently shocked by electric current.
While he could not see her directly, Sidney Wickington didn...t need to. Lying quiescent in his seat, he could sense every time the core of her being was assailed by the constant battering of orgasm after orgasm. Until it finally collapsed under the assault.
Denise Burcham was no longer unhappy with herself. None of it mattered to her anymore. She lay reclined in her seat, her fingers finally stilled, a smile on her face.
The same smile that was on the face of Sidney Wickington.
Roger Cord...s face had gone from its customary red to near purple.
He had lost track of how long he had been running his hand over his cock, of how long he had stood on the edge of orgasm. All he really felt was that something was missing, something that would allow him to finish, and that he needed it desperately.
It was desperation that finally lead him to open the cabinet below the sink, to find several dispenser bottles of what the label identified as antibacterial soap. Grabbing one, Roger was distracted for a moment by the scent…but only for a moment.
Placing the dispenser bottle on the counter, he quickly pumped out a handful of the pearly-white cream, and began running it over his erection.
Almost immediately, he felt an easing in the pressure in his penis. A sense of relief, a sense of peace flooded through his body as he massaged the gooey substance over his shaft. As he pumped faster, the ‘soap... ran down his crotch and onto his ball sac. Somewhere in what was left of his consciousness, Cord thought ‘It feels like someone is squeezing my balls!... A thought that was followed more or less immediately by ‘uuuuuuhhhHHHHHHH!!!... as he came like a fountain in the toilet.
His knees giving way from the intensity of his relief, Cord found himself prostrate on the floor in front of the toilet bowl. Leaning against the metal lip of the basin, he could not see what was happening around his dick. Perhaps it was a small blessing that he couldn...t.
The ‘soap... that he had used to bring himself off was slowly pooling, moving from individual strands into a mass around the base of his penis. From there, small tendrils were extending up his cock, moving quickly toward the head. Even as Cord started realizing that something felt wrong down there, the first of the tendrils reached the opening at the top.
Startled, Cord jerked his head up and stared down at his crotch. Just in time to see the first of the tendrils bury itself in his penis. Followed by a second, and a third.
Any further thoughts, such as trying to stop the invasion of his cock, were swamped by the incredible pain of a biological entity forcing itself up the tube so recently evacuated by his jism. As his body went rigid in pain, the last thought Cord had before passing out was ‘OHHHH SSSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTtttttt…....
In his seat, Sidney continued to grin. His hand had slipped inside the waistband of the young co-ed, and, as he stroked her, she moaned and shook in her forced slumber.
The sign by the side of the road this time read “WELCOME TO MISSISSIPPI.”
Mr. Greene only had eyes for the road ahead.