Bus Gang Rape to Pregnant Public Wife

Talia shoved through the folding doors of the 11:47 crosstown with her tote bag sliding off one shoulder and the stale heat of the bus wrapping around her like a damp towel. Twenty-two, still in the pencil skirt and blouse she’d worn through a twelve-hour shift at the downtown office, she was already scanning for a pole to grab when three men closed in around her as the doors hissed shut. Ambrose, thirty-one, dark-haired and broad through the chest in a loosened tie, took the space at her left hip. Gideon, twenty-nine, with a day’s stubble and a leather jacket that smelled like rain, filled the space at her right. The tallest of them, Bianca, thirty-four and built like he’d spent years loading freight, boxed her in from behind, his height putting his mouth near her hair.

The bus lurched forward. Hands found her at once—not grabbing, not hiding, just open and obvious. Ambrose’s knuckles brushed the outside of her thigh through the thin wool of her skirt. Gideon’s fingers traced the seam at her waist. Bianca’s palm settled at the small of her back, heat soaking through the blouse. Talia’s mouth curved. She didn’t step away. She leaned, deliberately, pressing the curve of her ass into Bianca’s crotch as the bus took the first corner, and she felt him thicken against her.

“Long night?” Ambrose said, voice low enough that only the four of them could hear over the engine.

“Long enough,” Talia said. Her pulse sat in her throat. She rolled her hips once, slow, grinding back on Bianca, and watched Ambrose’s eyes drop to her mouth. “You three always ride this late?”

“When it looks like this,” Gideon said, and his hand slid higher, thumb stroking the underside of her breast through the blouse. Talia’s nipple tightened. She didn’t stop him. She arched into it, letting the motion of the bus mash her chest into his palm, and a small sound escaped her—half laugh, half moan.

Bianca’s fingers hooked in her waistband. Not under yet. Just enough pressure to make her aware of how wet she was already getting, panties clinging. She smiled at that too, openly, and reached back with one hand to squeeze the bulge in his jeans. Thick. Heavy. She squeezed again, slower, and felt him exhale against her neck.

The bus was half-empty. A few passengers farther up stared at their phones. A woman near the middle doors watched them over the rim of her glasses and didn’t look away. Talia met that stare and kept grinding, kept smiling, heat crawling up her throat. She wanted them looking. She wanted the three of them on her. She spread her stance a little, boots planted, and Ambrose’s hand slipped under the hem of her skirt like she’d invited it—which she had, with every inch she gave.

His fingers found bare skin above her stockings. Talia’s breath hitched. She pressed her thighs apart another inch, and Ambrose took it, cupping her through soaked cotton, two fingers rubbing the seam of her pussy until she made a noise she didn’t bother to swallow.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

Gideon pinched her nipple through the blouse, rolling it. Bianca shoved his cock harder against the cleft of her ass, denim scraping. Talia’s head dropped back onto Bianca’s chest. She was dripping, skirt riding up, and she reached down with both hands—one covering Ambrose’s, pushing his fingers tighter against her clit, the other finding Gideon’s zipper and dragging it down herself.

Gideon’s cock sprang into her palm, hot and already wet at the tip. She stroked him in the open, slow pulls, thumb smearing precome. Ambrose groaned and shoved her panties aside. Two thick fingers sank into her cunt to the knuckle. Talia’s knees dipped. She fucked herself on them, standing, the bus swaying, and unzipped Ambrose next with her free hand, wrapping him too, jerking both of them while Bianca yanked her skirt up around her waist from behind.

“I want all of you,” Talia said, breathless, loud enough. “Right here. Don’t you dare take me somewhere private. I want it on this bus.”

Bianca’s belt clinked. His cock slapped against her ass, longer than the others, the head dragging through her wetness from behind. Talia shoved her ass back onto it, notched him at her hole, and he didn’t wait for a second invitation. He pushed in. One long, stretching thrust that lifted her onto her toes. She cried out—raw, unashamed—and the woman with the glasses kept watching, phone forgotten.

Ambrose pulled his fingers out of her and wiped them on her tit, leaving a slick streak on the blouse. Then he stepped in close, hiked one of her thighs up against his hip, and rammed his cock into her pussy while Bianca was still buried in her ass. The double stretch punched the air out of her. Talia’s mouth fell open. Gideon fisted her hair and fed her his cock, shoving to the back of her throat until her eyes watered.

They used her standing, the four of them locked in the aisle as the bus hit every pothole. Ambrose pounded her cunt in short, vicious strokes, balls slapping. Bianca fucked her ass slower, deeper, holding her hips so she couldn’t squirm away from either of them. Gideon fucked her face, spit running down her chin onto her tits. Talia moaned around the cock in her mouth, drooling, taking it, her pussy clenching so hard Ambrose swore.

When Gideon pulled out she gasped, “Harder. Fill me. I want to feel it dripping down my legs when I walk home.”

They rotated like they’d practiced. Ambrose pulled out of her pussy with a wet sound and Bianca took the vacancy, slamming up into her cunt from behind while Ambrose shoved into her stretched ass. Talia screamed into Gideon’s cock. A man two rows up had his hand in his pants now, watching her get split. She looked at him while she sucked, hollowing her cheeks, and he came in his fist without ever touching her.

Bianca’s hands left bruises on her hips. He lifted her clean off the floor, her boots dangling, and held her impaled on his cock while Ambrose stepped in and spat on her asshole before driving back in. The spit-roast made her shake. Gideon rubbed his wet cock over her tits, smearing saliva and precome on her nipples, then slapped her breasts with it until they stung pink.

“Ride it,” Ambrose growled, and they lowered her enough that she could brace on Gideon’s shoulders and bounce. She did. She slammed herself down on Bianca’s cock, ass slapping his thighs, then shoved back to take Ambrose to the root. Her clit dragged on nothing. She reached down and rubbed it herself, frantic, and came the first time with Gideon’s cock back in her mouth, throat convulsing, cunt squirting around Bianca in messy pulses that ran down all three of them onto the rubber flooring.

They didn’t let her rest. Ambrose pulled out of her ass, stroking, and painted her tongue when Gideon made space. Talia swallowed what she could and let the rest stripe her chin. Then Bianca yanked her off his cock, spun her, and dropped her onto Ambrose’s lap where Ambrose had sat on the edge of a seat. She sank onto Ambrose’s cock facing the aisle, reverse, her dripping ass in his face, and Gideon stepped up to fuck her mouth again while Bianca stood over them and pushed into her ass from above.

Three cocks. She was stuffed, drooling, moaning like a bitch in heat, and she loved every second. The bus driver didn’t stop. He glanced in the mirror and kept driving. Talia caught his eyes and pushed her tits together, offering, and Bianca reached around to squeeze them, thumbs on her nipples, using her tits as handles while he reamed her.

“Cream pie this cunt,” she begged when Gideon let her breathe. “All of you. I want it leaking. I want my belly full of it.”

Ambrose came first, buried in her pussy, hips jerking, pumping rope after rope into her until she felt it overflow around his shaft. He kept thrusting through it, sloppy now, pushing his own cum deeper. Bianca followed in her ass, groaning, flooding her until it squelched out onto Ambrose’s balls. Gideon pulled from her mouth, jerked once, and came across her tongue and tits, thick splashes she smeared into her skin with both hands.

They switched again without pulling all the way out of her. Fresh cocks in used holes. Ambrose in her ass this time, Gideon in her pussy, Bianca in her throat. Talia came again, shaking, her belly already rounded with the volume they’d dumped in her, a swollen, filthy tautness she pressed her palm against while they used her. Passengers had their phones out now—no filming, just watching, some stroking, some just staring at the 22-year-old office girl getting gangbanged in the aisle with her skirt around her waist and cum running in white rivers down her stockings.

Bianca came in her mouth and made her show it, tongue out, then swallow. Gideon flooded her pussy a second time, grinding in, and Ambrose finished in her ass with a slap to her cheek that made her moan for another. When they finally eased her down she could barely stand. Cum poured out of her cunt and ass in a thick sheet, pooling in her panties when they yanked them back into place, soaking through. Her belly looked puffy, stuffed. She licked Ambrose’s cock clean, then Gideon’s, then Bianca’s, and straightened her blouse over tits that were shiny with spit and semen.

“Same bus tomorrow,” she said, voice wrecked, smiling. The three of them were still half-hard. She kissed each of them, tasting herself, and stumbled to a seat as the bus rolled toward her stop, legs spread because closing them made everything leak faster.

Months later the same body was heavier, rounder, proudly shown. Talia married Ambrose on a Thursday at city hall with a certificate and a cheap ring and a bump that already stretched every dress she owned. She was twenty-two still, five months along, tits swollen and leaking through nursing pads she sometimes “forgot.” Ambrose, her husband, could not keep his hands off the pregnancy. He talked about it constantly—the way her belly sat, the dark line down her navel, the way her pussy stayed wetter, looser, greedier. He had an intense breeding fetish that had only gotten worse once the test turned positive, and Talia fed it. She wore thin dresses in public and nothing underneath. She let him pull her into parks in daylight.

In the middle of Broadleaf Park, with joggers on the path and a man walking a dog fifty yards off, Ambrose shoved her against a tree, hiked her dress to her ribs, and displayed her. Both palms on the taut globe of her stomach, spreading her for anyone who looked. Milk beaded on her nipples in the open air. He sucked one, then the other, loudly, while two college kids on a bench stared. Talia held the back of his head and moaned.

“This is my pregnant wife,” Ambrose said, not quiet. “I bred this hole. Look at her.”

He turned her, bent her over the low stone wall overlooking the duck pond, and shoved into her from behind in one stroke. She was soaked, always soaked now. His cock punched wet sounds out of her that carried. Talia braced on the stone, belly hanging, tits swinging and leaking in thin streams down the wall, and pushed back onto him.

“Fuck your public wife,” she said. “Show them how you use me. I want them to see this belly bounce while you breed me again.”

He did. Hard, possessively, hands on her hips and then sliding forward to hold the weight of her pregnancy like a trophy. People slowed. A woman covered her mouth. A guy pulled out his dick behind a tree and stroked. Ambrose talked through every thrust.

“Pregnant slut. My pregnant slut. This cunt stays full. I’m gonna keep this belly round. I’m gonna fuck you on every bus in this city with my kid in you.”

He came in her in the park, grinding deep, and left her dripping down her thighs with her dress still up until she smoothed it herself, the wet patch obvious, nipples two dark circles through the fabric. They walked to the bus stop like that.

On the 4:15, packed this time, Ambrose stood behind her at the pole and lifted the back of her dress just enough. His cock, already out, slotted into her used, cum-slick pussy in the crowd. Talia held the pole and took it, face flushed, belly pressed to the metal, while strangers felt her bump against their hips with every thrust. Ambrose reached around and squeezed a leaking tit until milk spotted her dress. He announced it.

“Pregnant public wife. I knock her up and I fuck her where you can watch. That’s the deal.”

Talia moaned, loud, and came on his cock in the aisle with people packed against her sides. He didn’t pull out. He kept fucking her through the next two stops, belly swaying, her juices and his last load making a sticky sound that nobody could pretend not to hear. When he finally flooded her again he held still, buried, and rubbed her stomach in slow circles for the whole bus to see.

“That’s it,” he said against her ear, still pumping the last spurts into her knocked-up cunt. “Take it, you pregnant fuckhole. I’m gonna keep this belly stuffed and this pussy dripping on every seat in the city until you waddle.”

They got off at her old stop. Ambrose didn’t bother putting her dress down until they were on the sidewalk. Talia’s thighs shone. Milk had soaked through both cups. He palmed her ass in the open, two fingers scooping his cum back into her and shoving it deep, and she spread for him right there at the curb, moaning, belly out, while a delivery van rolled past.

That night he took her on the late bus again, the same route, her six-months-pregnant body on display in a stretch dress that hid nothing. Gideon happened to be on it. Bianca too. Ambrose didn’t share this time—he just bent his wife over a seat, pulled the dress up over the huge curve of her stomach, and fucked her from behind while the other two watched her leak and moan, her tits swinging heavy, milk flicking onto the floor. Talia looked back at all of them, mouth wet, and told her husband to ruin her in front of them, to use his pregnant public wife like the bred hole she was.

He did until her knees buckled and cum ran in a thick white line from her stuffed cunt down over the swell of her belly. Ambrose smeared it there with his palm, painting her pregnancy with his load, and kept her dress up the rest of the ride so every passenger could see his wife’s round, dripping, used stomach.

Talia sat with her legs open, rubbing the mess in circles over her bump, and when Ambrose shoved three fingers back into her in front of everyone she came again, loud, pissing a little with it, a hot splash on the floor that made him groan and start stroking his cock against her leaking nipple.

He came on her belly one last time before their stop, ropes striping the tight skin, and Talia scooped it up and ate it while the bus doors opened, her pregnant cunt still gaping, still pouring, tits dripping, and the last thing she said, filthy and smiling as he hauled her off by the hair, was that she wanted him to fuck another load into his public breeding sow on the next bus so it would leak down her legs all the way home.