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(m+teens/g, youths, reluc, voy, 1st, beast) *** 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. *** 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. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 68