I swayed down the aisle of the bus, feeling the lustful eyes of the few male passengers on my bodacious bod. I'm a stocky, long- haired blond with pouty red lips, 38-D knockers, and a killer tush. I get these lusty looks all the time. My manner of dress also does wonders in making heads turn. Tonight I was wearing a tan business suit with a slit up my left thigh. I found two empty seats and threw my briefcase down on one as I nestled my fanny in the other. I crossed my legs, enabling any passengers strolling by to get a good gander at my pretty gams.

The next three passengers who boarded the bus were traveling together and were, quite obviously, obnoxious dykes. All three were dressed in jeans and boots and had their hair cut short. As they passed me, one of them chirped, "What's up, Blondie?" She then stuck out her tongue in a rude, suggestive manner. I buried my head in my newspaper, blushing a deep crimson.

My commute home is nearly ninety minutes, and after a long hard one at the office, I use that time to unwind, sometimes dozing off. I settled my head back in the plushy chair and closed my eyes. A few seconds later I heard, "Hey, Blondie, I bet you're delicious to lap." I was shocked, albeit aroused. I, like many other women, have entertained Sapphic fantasies in the past, but I prefer the lipstick lezzies. I often masturbate while looking at my boyfriend's dirty mags. But it's just fantasy. I ignored the dyke and continued to drift off into much-needed sleep.

The bus pulled into the busy terminal and I woke with a start. I couldn't believe I was out that long. I grabbed my bag and hurried off the bus. Before getting my car in the lot, I decided to throw some cold water on my face to perk myself up.

I opened the door to the ladies restroom and placed my briefcase on the counter beside the sink. As I bent over to cup my hands under the water, the bathroom door burst open and in strode the three loudmouth dykes. Water dripped from my eyelashes as I looked up at them. "Hi, Blondie," the one who stuck her tongue out at me earlier said. "So we meet again." She was tall, about six feet, with raven black hair and pale skin. Her eyes were a glassy blue. Her companions were shorter than her; one black, the other white. Both of them had huge tits and t-shirts cut off at the midsection to show off some belly jewelry.

"You're a hot looking piece of ass," the tall one, the leader, said. "C'mon, tell me how delicious you are. When you play with yourself, do you ever lick your fingers after you come? Tastes good, right?" I grabbed at a paper towel and missed, trying not to pay any attention to her. But she walked up to me and put her hand on my shoulder and turned me to face her. She snaked her long wet tongue through her moist dark lips. "Lemme taste you," she said. I was really nervous, in a hot sort of way. Shit, I couldn't get caught in this bathroom with a dyke between my legs.

I tried to walk by her but the other two grabbed me by the arms and stopped me. They pushed me back against the counter. "I said I wanna taste your pussy," the leader reiterated. She placed her hands between my legs. My mound quivered and I pooled in my black cotton panties. Soon I was seated on the counter between the sinks as the two dykes holding my arms spread my legs for their boss. The leader looked at my dew-stained undies and caressed me over the fabric. "Ohhh," I purred, and she smiled at me. Then she reached down and quickly yanked my drawers off. She wasted no time applying her twat-tasting technique to my wanton cunt. As she dove, her two companions began freeing my melons and giving them a double-dyke massage. They unbuttoned my jacket and threw it open, exposing my tits. They kneaded and fingered the pink round nips of my 38 D's (as in Damn!). I willingly spread my legs some more as the leader gave me the greatest fur-slurp I ever received. She was bringing me to the brink of gushing mode with her fabulous twirler when unexpectedly, she stopped. "Not so fast, girlie," she said as she wiped my cooze from her cheeks. "Now it's your turn to dive." She said this as she dropped her pants. She wore no panties and sported a thick black bush. She hopped up on the counter and pulled her legs up, showing me the pink confines of her burning snatch. They pulled me from the counter and I bent over, placing my face within inches of my lezbo lunch. I inhaled the delicious aroma of her twat and plunged my horny and hungry mouth deep inside. She yelped as I began licking her clit. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me deeper into her juicy walls.

One of the other dykes kneeled behind me and began working her tongue up my ass. The other knelt in front of me and started a tongue-dance on my pink dance floor. The leader was moaning loudly now as I devoured her throbbing clit and pushed her into the throes of O. She was lifting her ass off the counter as she creamed on my mouth. Her squeals -- combined with a tongue on my pebble and another in my brown starfish -- drove me off the wall, and I Tarzan-wailed into the leader's deep, dark, jungle bush. "Ahhhh, fuck!"

"Hey, sister. What the hell you doin' up there?" one of the dykes asked from the seat behind me.

"What, uh?" I muttered. I was still on the bus. My legs were pressed tightly together and I had been squirming in my seat. I had fallen asleep and was dreaming about the three dykes. Wow, it had felt so real.

This time the bus really did pull into the terminal. I gathered my stuff in a hurry and was the first to get off. I ran right to the ladies room to splash some cold water on my face and fix my skirt. I placed my briefcase down and ran the cold water for a few minutes, sluicing the back of my neck and my face. Suddenly the door burst open. Drops of water hung from my long eyelashes as I quickly looked up to see who had walked in.