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Bus
by Art S Healing (address withheld)
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During a time that was not so filled with the ever
watching Big Brother, A little girl begins to ride the
school bus and finds it to be an arousing nest of sexual
pleasures. What's a girl to do? (m+teens/g, youths,
reluc, voy, 1st, beast)
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Author Note: This is written for fantasy purposes ONLY.
Please keep any harmful fantasies where they belong.
Remember, as with dreams, fantasies are not always
intended for external gratification.
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At first, I didn't know why the bus driver never said
anything about it- try and stop what was going on, but
even as a little girl it didn't take long to figure out
that he was getting off on it as much as the other boys.
No one seemed afraid of getting caught, but then, things
were a lot different back in the late sixties and early
seventies- especially out in the country.
By mid-kindergarten, I had stopped trying to rush to the
back of the bus while all those wandering hands from the
naughty seated boys grabbed at me and felt me up.
Actually, they felt up most of the girls as we walked to
our various random seats. They would lift our short
dresses and skirts up as we went by- maybe exposing the
older girls' tiny, proud titties. At first, I tried the
rushing-to-avoid-it thing throughout most of early
kindergarten weeks with little effect.
I shied away from the older boys who, from all up and
down the bus isle, would do things to me, laughing as
they did. It was different when it got more touchy-
feely.
Eventually, I guess when they realized that the bus
driver was ignoring it all, they started to pull down my
panties as well, and even pinch my little dimpled
bottom. I would try to light heartedly pull my hem back
down, or my panties back up, or run from the dozens of
hands that always would reach out from their seats from
both sides of the isle as I passed down it.
I would struggle to ignore the delicious tingles of my
cunny as I tried to hurry along, but more often than
not, other children would be boarding the bus also and
would be in front of me, often walking at a leisure
pace. I noticed that most of the little girls seemed to
even enjoy the gauntlet of groping hands. Eventually it
started to seem normal to me and I was taking my time
like the rest of the other girls.
And as I mentioned, at first it was merely exposing my
panties and mild groping, but later on, it seemed the
more they got away with it, the bolder they got. Soon,
it wasn't enough for them to pull down my little panties
and pinch or touch, now they were openly fondling me as
well, and I found myself gradually being more and more
tolerant of it and even enjoying it, just like the other
girls.
Soon it became much more of an outright sexual game, as
I learned to love the feelings it gave me. Eventually I
looked forward to riding the bus, and I politely refused
when my mother told me that she could start driving me
in if I wanted because her work schedule had changed.
Now when they'd lift my skirt or dress, I would pretend
not to notice it and would happily allow hands to roam
unhindered on my bare ass and my moist little girl cunny
with a cloaked smirk.
I even let my panties hang down under my skirt after
someone would tug them so they the next pair of hands
could get a feel of my bare ass or pussy slit quicker
and easier. Sometimes I left them pulled down thigh high
for the whole day, although most of the time my very
short dresses and skirts (as I said, it was the early
seventies) wouldn't let me get away with that. I noticed
I wasn't the only girl to do that, either.
I remember looking several times to see the bus driver
watch the whole show in his huge rear view mirror, but
he never made eye contact with me. He only watched with
a slight smirk as the boys teased us girls endlessly. In
first grade, I began sitting in between two boys who
were in junior high, and they certainly took advantage
of the laidback attitude of our driver.
After the usual groping before I reached my seat, they
would rub my thighs and maneuver their way into the
loose crotch part of my panties, trying to get to my
little girlie-hole. I would prop the bottoms of my feet
on the edge of the seat under the guise of trying to
block them, but I actually was giving them better
access.
The whole time I would mock-plead with them to stop.
Sometimes they would reach around my top straps or
around the loose arm holes if my sundress and toy with
my tiny tit-less nipples, laughing like it was a game. I
often ended up sitting between two older boys, and I
would meekly try to fight them off, but what could one
skinny little girl do against teenage boys? I would push
away one of their hands to no avail and would even use
two hands against just one of their overpowering arms. I
was getting felt up by two or three other hands from
other angles.
Slowly, over time, I started to give in more and
resisting less, and even flashing a smile or giggle,
saying, "...stop it now, boys... come on... quit, 'cuz
you're going to get us in trouble," all the while
pretending it was just something I had to endure. Boys
will be boys, you know.
Soon, I would no longer put up much of a fight, even for
appearances sake. Although, I might fake a little
struggle whenever the kids on the seat in front of us
would all turned around to watch. I wouldn't want them
to get the wrong idea and think I was willingly letting
the boys do all of those nasty things to me- surely I
would never do that. I was aroused before, but having
them watching me only seemed to enhance it all the more.
When I left my panties down, I noticed that there was a
lot more action and pleasure, so one day I decided not
to wear any underwear just to see what would happen. As
I went through the tunnel of groping hands, the kids
laughed harder than ever, and made it no secret as to
why. They shouted it loudly. Things like, "Look, that
slut idn't wearin' no panties!" and "what a lil' whore.
Hey, wanna sit with me today, slut?" They all wanted me,
and I was so proud.
I loved it when I would refuse. I would say something
like, "No, 'cuz you guys'll try and grab at me and
stuff." or "No we won't." They would promise, "Not this
time. Sorry about before." Then they may tack on, "We'll
never do it again." Strangely, they would every time
anyway. Who would have guessed? So I'd pick my
favorites- depending on my mood and sit with them again
and again. What can I say? I like to give people the
benefit of the doubt.
Then once morning not long after I had started first
grade, when I sat between my two favorite boys and I was
in the process of sitting down, one of them quickly
lifted my dress hem up and stuck his hand flat on the
seat, palm up in grabbing position. As soon as I sat
down, he was grasping my entire little ass. I giggled,
but tried to get up, playfully telling him to stop it.
Then the hands from the other boy came, fiddling with my
not-so private body parts.
They gradually and gently overpowered me, and while I
immediately mentally surrendered to the pleasure of
being groped and exposed, I kept up appearances by
calmly and continually telling them not to. I feebly
pushed at their hands. "Stop... you guys... I mean it,
now, stop it. If the bus driver sees us, we'll get it
trouble," I claimed. We all knew that was bullshit, but
it was still fun.
Soon they had tugged my spaghetti strap dress over me
completely, and since I wasn't wearing panties- that
left me in just hair barrettes, shoes and socks. The
first few times they did it, those bad boys threw the
dress up in front of them, and it was tossed from seat
to seat, only to wind up with some random kids on the
bus- usually somewhere towards the front- I sat in the
back a lot.
It was mostly the boys who laughed and participated, but
even a few of the older girls would join in. After the
bus stopped at school, I would be "forced" to run
around, naked but for my shoes and hair attire, and find
it. The bus driver loved that. He'd watch me bending
over and stretching as the departing kids pressed by me
gropingly, but he'd pretend to be messing around with
stuff up there in his seat.
When they would do it to me before we reached my stop
going home and I would have more time to roam around,
trying to figure out who had the dress, pretending to be
embarrassed. It was like a sexual Easter egg hunt. I was
such a little exhibitionist-slut. We lived on a country
road, so there was seldom traffic stuck behind us. I
took advantage of this by taking my sweet time, bending
over kids on the seat and checking everyone- get felt up
the whole time. It was all a flash-fever of sexual
gratification.
After I got in the house, I would fly up to my room and
masturbate or if my parents were busy being stoned or
drunk, I could even sneak out back and let my German
Sheppard lick me to orgasm. Knowing them, they wouldn't
have cared even if they caught me. They were very open
minded about sex and would make out and fondle each
other right in front of me like it was nothing.
I was always afraid that I wouldn't be able to find my
dress and would be forced to go home or to school naked.
I both dreaded and enjoyed this thought, and while it
would never happen (probably because a naked little girl
being seen running into her home or wandering through
the hallway of the school would draw too much attention
and end our game) but I loved the thought and
incorporated it into my fantasies. While I wasn't the
only one that this was done to, not by a long shot, it
seemed that it happened to me more than anyone else. I
guess I loved it more than the rest or something.
One time when I was almost eight, I was conveniently
stuck in between two boys- (strange how that happened so
much) and the boy with the window seat shoved my dress
on the other side of him so it was out of my reach, and
I lightly struggled to get it back, thus conveniently
exposing my rear more for attack. I got up in an
exaggerated way, maneuvering myself handily into doggy
style. It was a position I learned was good for
masturbating and get licked by our dog.
That is when the aisle seat boy used one hand to open my
cunny up and the other to lick my tiny twat hole and
play my baby-clit like a tongue-fiddle. I whimpered and
just froze in place. Then he dug his finger part the way
inside my tight little pink slit hole. At first he just
wiggled it around while I went back to pretending I was
busy trying to get my dress, but soon he was rapidly
finger fucked me.
I could no longer pretend I was looking for my dress and
just spread my little legs wider. I had ripped my little
hymen months before while diddling myself with a
candlestick. Pain free, it sent shockwaves of lust
through my little body and I arched my back, giving in.
Of course, I still asked them to stop, helplessly on my
hands and knees- even "pleading" with them in a
whimpering mew, but of course, I secretly loved it. I
soon had my very first solid orgasm while other kids
watched.
By the time I turned eight, boys would fight over who I
sat in between. I loved being so popular. I would plop
down nonchalantly, acting as if I didn't know what was
coming next. I would get my hem of my dress hiked up or
taken off completely and they would go to work. I liked
to sometimes wear shorts or pants to guarantee that I
would be stripped naked from at the least waist down. I
would even get toyed with here and there at school, but
nothing like on that blessed bus of pleasure.
When I was nine, inching my way towards ten, I began to
develop tiny breast, and the boys loved them, even
though they looked like little more than the tips of a
lemon. They seemed much more into my upper half now then
in the past, suckling on me like big babies. I still
finger myself thinking about the time I wore a dress
with buttons down the top-front. We were on our way to
school and they were trying to unbutton it all the way.
I was trying to weakly fend one of them off, which gave
the other boy ample time and space to continue
unhindered. What teamwork.
Once they had finished with the last button, they pulled
it open widely. I play-fought them to fix it when they
grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the back of the
seat with their free hands. They left my dress fully
open for a time, pulled out really wide, fondling,
kissing and sucking on my budding titties.
The kids in the seat in front of us were turned around
watching as usual, and they laughed and pointed at me,
calling me a slut and a whore as I moaned out and closed
my eyes half way. Soon, others on the bus were watching,
although I wasn't the only little girl giving a show on
any particular day of course, so attentions were
divided, but the attention I did get was very arousing.
I always wanted to play with myself during these school
bus sessions but never had the guts.
A funny thing is, even when they got bored with pinning
by arms back I did nothing to button up and just left my
tiny, pointed titties fully exposed; my top partially
draped over my shoulders, I didn't want it to end. I
remember asking with false exasperation, "Can I please
button up now?"
They only laughed and one of them said, "Why? If you do
we'll just unbutton them again." So I sighed helplessly
and with pretend irritation, "Fine!" I said, and left it
that way until we reached my stop. I was so horny when I
got home that I darted to my room, telling my mom that I
wanted to do my homework early and frigged myself
stupid. Then the boys decided to take it further. They
wanted to fuck me on the bus- so they did.
We were on the way to my stop, when one of them held me
down. I lay back and spread my legs high, drawing them
up and back while the other boy took me- then they
switched. I had mind blowing orgasms back to back. It
was incredible. I stopped telling them to quit and just
let them have their way. Their cocks seemed so big and
they pounded my hairless cunny senseless. I was so tight
that they could barely fit their teen-pricks inside my
tiny pink preteen tunnel.
It felt so warm and filled- damn I loved it. At one
point, they thought I was struggling to get up, but soon
realized I was actually turning over from a widespread
missionary position into doggy style for them. So they
let me. It was so exciting that I thought I was going to
burst- all of those kids watching as I lost my virginity
on a school bus seat to those horny boys. The bus driver
even stopped in front of my house to drop me off and
patiently waited for one of the boy's to finish shooting
off in me.
The unfinished boy was virtually standing in the isle
with his pants open, brazenly fucking me hardcore. I
couldn't see the other children from my angle, but I bet
all eyes were on our fuck session. There was no way the
bus driver didn't know what was going on. I imagine it
was torture for him to have to wait until he got home
each day to jack off to what his kids had been doing on
the bus.
But that tag-team fucking wasn't enough- not for a
little bus-whore like me. After they finished with me, I
was still horny and sprang down the bus steps, running
into the house. When I swung the door opened, ready to
head to my room and masturbate to what had just
happened, I stopped and just stared at the living room
floor.
I guess my parents didn't realize what time it was
because they were so preoccupied with fucking on the
floor. Mom had her cheek on the carpet with her ass-end
up and my daddy was obliviously fucking her like there
was no tomorrow. I stopped to watch and that's when my
mommy noticed me. "St... stop Jerry... Linda... is
hoooome... uhhhh."
My daddy looked up at me but just kept on banging away.
In fact, I think he started banging her harder. My
mother didn't say anything else, and daddy just watched
me staring at them with a crooked smile on his face. I
guess my mom stopped caring because she just kept
leaning back into him for a better fuck-job, moaning out
loudly like a bitch in heat.
I remember the moist, fleshy slap sounds and how much it
turned me on. My mom screamed out in a different tone
and I knew she was cumming. Then my dad pulled out,
grabbed her by the back of her head while jerking his
fuckmeat and shot off into her opened mouth and all over
her face. The obscene sight was enough to make me want
to strip and jump into the parental pile, but I didn't.
I would definitely finger myself to it later though.
After they got up and began calmly getting dressed, mom
commented that I was home early (even though I was right
on time) and that I should help her with dinner. She
still had cum spackled all over her face and did nothing
to wipe it away. It had to slowly dry on its own.
After that, once they figured that I didn't die from
seeing them, that it was no big deal I guess, so that
started sucking and fucking right in front of me
whenever their drunken mood hit them. I was soon openly
masturbating right in front of them while watching and
they did nothing to hinder me.
I always wanted to join in but they did nothing to
encourage that, so I never did. I suppose they didn't
want to have incestuous sex or thought that I was too
young to get fucked or something. Boy, were they wrong.
They had no idea that I was getting it good on the
school bus on a regular basis.
I suppose my own daughter never got the same treatment
on her school bus rides before her father and I had
started home schooling her a few years ago, but if I
found out that she was, I wouldn't have stop it. That's
okay, because I picked up where my parents left off.
She's gets plenty of fucking at home.
We're a very close family.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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