Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿ Title : Show Me Your Panties 5 Author : MeatBot Keywords : Pedo, Mg Date : 20170126 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=49554.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ShowMeYourPanties%20-%20Pedo%20M g.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : A series of encounters between men and young girls. Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. --== 5 ==- Okay, I got a pretty good gig goin' on with this cheer thing. I'm good at that shit, I been doin' it since I was like three or so... I'm young and I'm cute and I know I look like a little doll out there with the big girls. Sometimes I perform with them and sometimes I just sit on the sidelines and look cute. I got the gig 'cos of my cousin, Veronica. She tol' me 'bout it during the middle of summer, how the high school cheer squad was lookin' for a kid to be their mascot or somethin' like that. Anyway, I auditioned and just blew the doors off the other girls. Like I said, I've had lotsa practice at this shit. I daresay I'm as good as the high school girls that I perform with, and even prolly better than a few of them. Especially Abigail van Helsing, the vampire queen, god I hate that bitch and she hates me. Anyway, I like doin' cheer stuff, I like bein' in front of people, and it just makes me feel good, doin' strenous physical shit. Workin' out hard. Anyway, what happened... you wanna know what happened? I'll tell you, why not? It was the night we won state. Our team had done good that year, damn good... we'd pounded the shit outa everyone. It was almost a given that we'd win state, and damn... we didn't just win it, we fuckin' ruled it. We ran those poor fuckers off the field, we creamed them. The last fifteen minutes the refs didn't let us score any more points, 'cos they said it wouldn't be fair. Fuck fair, we all thought, if we can do it, let us! But they wouldn't, they wanted to keep the score in the double digits. Fuck man, we coulda set a record, but they clipped us. Goin' to Texardelphia in the bus had been kinda fun, it was a greyhound, and the cheer squad had the first four rows, basically the first class section. Two cheer parents were with us, like usual, and the competition for that alone was pretty stiff. Fuckin' crybaby bitch Abigail's mom was one of them, and some old heifer I din't know was the other. The trip out was okay, kinda wild, the cheer girls immediately moved back into the team seats, almost all of them had boyfriends on the team, at least show boyfriends if not real ones. All but poor stupid Abigail, the bitch. I always thought I'd have a better chance than her, and after that night I know it. Well... then again... I dunno, she got made pretty good that night, so I heard. We killed an hour after the game gettin' packed up and gettin' the rides sorted out. Turns out the two coaches and two helpers that usually rode the bus were goin' home in a van owned by some parents. Then, next thing we know, the two cheer parents are ridin' in the van, too. We found out later they had a stash of booze and somethin' called monkey dust so they din't want no kids around. Darrell Winthrop and Goober Gimmell hatched the idea. They ran up and down the aisle, and collected fives and tens from all the football guys, and went to the driver with it. They offered him over a hunnerd dollars if he'd leave before the only other adult to ride the bus got on. That was Skippy deJack, the lowest of the assistant coaches. He'd gone to the john, gripin' about his stomach hurtin', so they guessed he'd be in there a while. The bus was 'sposed to leave last, anyways. Our driver, the always righteous Mr. Hawke, apparently accepted the money with what the guys told him, that he had to leave 'fore Skippy got back from the john, and that he din't pay no attention to whatever shit went on in the back of the bus. He made them promise not to tear shit up, but apparently the only shit they planned on tearin' up was in the cheer girl's panties. We pulled out at the head of the crowd of cars, and within minutes we were on the innerstate. Almost three hours of whatever crazy shit the guys had planned, now. It sounded like fun. Darla and Wishy told me later they were lookin' out the back window and saw Skippy run outa the john zippin' his pants up, yelling for somebody to hold the bus. Poor Skippy. --==+==- I guess I was kinda innocent back then, I din't know what the guys had planned, why it was so important to them that no adults be on the bus. I sat up front for a while talkin' with Jeanette LuRay and Wishy, until some guys came and took them to the back of the bus. It was weird, I almost felt like they didn't want me to go, so I stayed up front. About that time I heard Mr. Hawke say "Oh shit!" which got my attention 'cos I thought he was such a straight-arrow mofo. I stood up and looked at him, and right off I saw cop lights in his side mirror. I said "Oh shit!" too and giggled, the bus was gettin' pulled over. Mr. Hawke pulled off the road, and the hypo pulled up behind him. A few seconds later somebody pounded on the door of the bus and Mr. Hawke opened it. And damn, in climbed Skippy deJack. I could almost hear the teeth gnashing in the back of the bus. Whatever the boys had planned, and I could tell now that the cheer girls were involved, whatever they had planned prolly wan't gonna happen. The hypo drove off and the bus pulled back in traffic. Skippy and Mr. Hawke had some conversation I couldn't hear, and then Skippy waved at me as he drifted down the aisle. Most of the cheer girls had returned to their seats, and the bus seemed pretty orderly at the moment. "Whatsamatter, Skip?" said Duane deHarlow. "You have the runny grunts? Too many corndogs?" Skippy grimaced, and shot a look at Duane. "No, you doofus," he said, "I just drank to much tea. I was peein', not poopin'." He gave us cheer girls a glance at that, I figger he realized what he was talking about in front of a bunch of cute girls. Somethin' about Skippy... he's an alright dude, I guess... he ain't that old, he's still in college, an' doin' this high school shit in an internship or something. I suppose he's tryin' to be a coach someday. He's not bad, kinda goofy, even I could see that. He's got a killer bod, at least, and I heard somewhere he was like a football superstar in his home town of BumFuck Egypt or wherever he came from. I guess I liked him, as much as any adult... and he seemed to like me, sometimes after the games he'd carry me around on his shoulders an' shit... like I said, he was an alright guy. Until that night, I din't think any more about him than that. "Skippy, you dork..." said Duane, "you ruined our fun. We were having a good ol' time 'til you showed up. We don't need no adult authority figgers tonight, you coulda just stayed in the john or somethin'." Skippy laughed. "Yeah," he said. "But we don't want you youngsters to have too much fun." "Fuck," said Duane, but in a low voice. Skippy had to have heard him, but he just smiled instead of pounding on him. The ride resumed, a little more sedately than before. The cheer girls mixed again, and most of them drifted to the back of the bus. Skippy finally sat in the seat behind Mr. Hawke and talked to him. Once again, I found myself alone. I wondered what was really goin' on in the back of the bus. "Priss!" Somebody whispered my named loudly. I turned. Veronica and Wishy were in the seats behind me. "Priss, darlin'," said Veronica. "You wanna do the whole team a giant favor?" I nodded, but I was already a little defensive, just from the way she said it. "Girl... if you would... distract Skippy, so we can have a little fun in the back... You know he's a perv, we all know that... he likes little girls, little girls like you. Just keep his attention up here, on yourself. Can you? Would you?" Well, that was a surprise. Yeah, I knew he liked me, he'd showed it before. But he was a perv? He liked little girls? A few more things made sense if that was true. Hearing that... hearing that almost made me wanna try, to try and string him along a little. To see if it was really true. I never met a perv before. "C'mon, would you?" said Veronica. "Uh..." I said, looking at the two of them. Behind them I could see the ball and cheer team both watching us. Shit, I thought. Suddenly everbody's dependin' on me. Shit. "Okay," I said, "I'll try. But really, he ain't no dummy. He might check up on you guys an' shit." "Yeah, we'll be careful. We're gonna have the guys plug up the aisle, so the people doin' stuff got time to pull out... uhm... stop doin' whatever." "Yeah," I said, "I'll try an' distract him. Go ahead." The girls melted back to the back of the bus. I sighed, and wished I was older for the first time in a while, just so I could find out what was goin' on back there. Well, whatever. I wondered what I'd have to do to keep Skippy in the front of the bus. I wondered if I appealed to Skippy... I almost wished I was in street clothes but what the heck, most guys thought cheer costumes were sexy. I hoped Skippy did. I had already taken off my undershorts back at the field, and just had on panties down below. I wondered if I'd be brave enough to flash him with them, if I had to in order to keep him distracted. I finally stood and moved up two seats, to the first row. Skippy was still sittin' there, behind Mr. Hawke. He turned and faced me when I appeared at his elbow. "Well, howdy, miss Priss!" he said, and I smiled. "Hi Skippy!" I said, and he smiled back. "You doin' alright, my dear?" he asked, and I nodded. "I guess," I said. "Hell of a game, wannit?" he said, and I nodded again. "Yeah," I said. "We really kicked their asses." He laughed, and I heard Mr. Hawke snort in front of us. Some adults freak when kids cuss, and some think it's funny. I'd learned that long ago. "Anyway," I said, "wanna talk?" "Those big kids forget 'bout you, darlin'?" Skippy asked, looking sympathetic. "You an' me both, we're kinda spare tires right now. All they thinkin' of is gettin' in each other's pants." I was shocked, but I nodded. It was probably true. I heard Mr. Hawke snort again. "You gonna go back there an' check on them ever now an' then?" I asked, honestly curious. "Naw," said Skippy. "They prolly got an early warnin' system. By the time I walk from here to there they'll be readin' the paper or somethin' innocent. I rode the bus, when I was a kid. I know how it works." We both giggled. "And I gotta mop the seats up," said Mr. Hawke. "Goddam cum-stains everywhere last time we took state, ten years ago." They both laughed, but I saw Skippy look at Mr. Hawke like he thought maybe he shouldn't have said that in front of me. I turned and looked towards the back of the bus. I saw Wishy stare at me and say somethin' and move her hand down like she was patting a short person on top of their head. I had no idea what she was doin' or tryin' to say. Well shit, I thought. I gotta do somethin'. "Skipp!" I said, all bubbly like. He looked at me. "Can I sit on yore lap?" I said, and he immediately smiled. I remembered earlier circumstances and hoped he'd really just had to pee and not had the hershey squirts or somethin'. "Oh, hell yeah, darlin'!" He said, and sat back. I crawled up in his lap and the helped me, putting his hand on the side of my leg, right by my butt. He didn't take it off after I got up. Okay, I thought. Good start. We talked a little while longer. It really seemed quiet to me, in the back of the bus. I finally leaned down and put my chest against his, my head on his shoulder. He was warm and felt nice beneath me. He's an alright guy, I thought, he's pretty cool. Yeah... if I was a little older... I'd play for him. I'd make a play for him. I was watching the back of the bus as I leaned on him. I saw some boys move, and for a split second I saw Vessica deConstance behind them. She was topless, she was literally freakin' topless already. Goddam. In that same split second I looked down, and damn... damnfire fuck, she was naked even. I saw her little blonde muff and her belly button above it. Damn! I thought. They are gettin' it on back there, big time. I turned and scooted on Skippy's lap, wondering how to keep his attention on me. "Hang on, Skippy," I said, "I wanna get something outa my purse." I crawled off him and moved back two seat rows, and into the seats. I slid my panties down my legs and wondered what to do with them. I felt all damp and squishy down there, so I wiped myself with the panties and then stuck them in the seat-back. Somebody else could worry 'bout that shit. I made my way forward, and crawled back onto Skippy's lap. We sat and talked for a while longer, but damn... I was really conscious of bein' bare down below. I wondered how to let him know I was bare. That I was ready. The bus lurched, and Skippy protectively put his arm around me. His other hand came to rest on my left leg, right above the knee. After a mile or two I put my hand down over it. Mr. Hawke was telling us stories of crazy shit he'd seen on the innerstates an' stuff. Lots of it was funny and we laughed a bunch. I finally took Skippy's hand in mine, and gently pulled it towards me a ways. He let me, he didn't hesitate. I slowly pulled his hand up my leg until it slid under my skirt. I gulped. Did I want to go ahead with this? I'd never done anything like this in my life. I'd never been a bad girl, though I thought about shit like that all the time. I was fairly obsessed with it, at times. And now I was getting to finally do something naughty. It actually made me feel sexy, super sexy... I could almost feel myself dripping, down there. I realized that whatever happened, I really wanted it to happen bad. Nothing seemed off limits to me. Finally I just yanked his hand under my short little cheer skirt, and felt his fingers bump into my puss. I could tell instantly he knew I was bare, he literally froze in place, his hand rigid. Then he rubbed the back of his fingers a tiny bit on my pussy, then stopped. Then he rubbed some more. Suddenly I felt his hot breath in my left ear. "Darlin'," he said, "you are an angel. I love you, I love you forever... thank you, thank you..." I giggled. What was he thankin' me for? Lettin' him feel off my pussy? Guys are funny. I moved my head until he figgered out I was tryin' to talk to him, and he put his ear to my mouth. "Skippy," I said, "I love you too. You're my favorite teacher. An' your welcome. You can do... you can do whatever you want..." I'm not sure why I said that last part, it just came out.. but the way I felt that night, I woulda let him do anything. Uhm... I did let him, actually. Well, anyway... We just did that for a while, I sat on his lap all comfortable-like, and he rubbed my pussy. He finally moved his hand around and rubbed me with his fingertips, and I spread my legs wider and wider. Finally he went down to my butt-hole, and I had a fit of the giggles as he rubbed it and finally stuck his finger in it a little ways. I really laughed when he pulled his hand out of my puss and sniffed his fingers. I just looked at him and shook my head, laughing, and he smiled back. Yep, he was a perv. For some reason I liked him even more, knowin' that. I saw some motion out of the corner of my eye and looked up, and saw Mr. Hawke's hand come back down from the mirror over his head. He'd tilted it down, and I could see his waist in it. I looked down, and could see my skirt bunched up around my waist as Skippy's hand rubbed my puss. Oh shit, I thought, Mr. Hawke can prolly see me... see my puss. I wondered what he'd say or do, seeing Skippy touch me like that. He din't say nothin', though, he just kept drivin'. I bet we went twenty miles like that. Finally, at long last, I came, big time. Skippy had his finger right on my clit, and he stroked it like I do in bed every night, rubbing it with the side of his index finger. My legs shook and tingled and goose flesh popped up on me. I gasped and I know for sure Mr. Hawke heard that shit 'cos I saw him look in the mirror. I just let it all hang out after that, I panted and gasped again, and came like a sex maniac. I bounced around and I heard Skippy laugh behind me as he tried to keep me on his lap. I finally settled down, and felt the hot flashes die out. "Goddamn fuck!" I finally said, and Skippy laughed again. "Was it good for you, darlin?" said Mr. Hawke, and I laughed. I wondered if he was a perv, too. "Yeah," I said. "It was fuckin' fantastic!" They both laughed at that. For a few more miles I just laid on Skippy and relaxed. He gently stroked my pussy again, but it gets pretty tender after I cum for some reason. It still felt good. I finally had an idea. I was ready for more stuff to happen, crazy stuff. I guess I was horny or somethin'. "Skippy," I said, turning and putting my mouth to his ear. "Skippy... get it out... please..." I saw his eyes widen. He knew what I meant, what I was talkin' about. He gulped, and looked at me, question marks in his eyes. I smiled and nodded. Yeah, I thought. I'm ready. I wanna see that shit. I wanna touch it, and maybe taste it. I'm fuckin' ready. He moved, and I scooted over to the seat next to the window. He looked behind himself, I guess to make sure the kids in the back were stayin' back there, and then he unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down his legs, and damn... damn fire if he wasn't wearin' no underwear. His cock stuck straight up in the air like a rocket. I know a little about cocks, I look at pictures of them almost over night on my computer. I think I got a pretty good idea what normal is, and I think Skippy was about normal. He had a nice cock with a nice hard cap on it. He din't have hardly no hair, but that was okay. His balls looked cool, I'd spent my whole life wonderin' what balls felt like, and it was hard not to just grab them. "Skippy!" I whispered, not taking my eyes off him. "Can I... can I touch it?" "Fuck yeah!" he said, laughing, and at last, at last I got my heart's desire. I gently took the shaft of his cock in my hands, feeling it's hard softness. Oh goddam, I thought. Oh fuckin' goddam! It was so cool. I dunno how many miles we burned up while I played with his cock an' balls. It was crazy and fun to the max. His cock was stiff and hard, but kinda soft in certain ways. His balls were just too cool, so soft, with lumps in them... I just loved the shit out of them. At some point I realized that Skippy had his finger in my puss again, rubbing my clit. That was okay. I finally stood a little and put my head down to his cock, just to look at it better in the dim light of the bus. I felt his hand on my butt then, feeling down my crack to touch my butthole. With a shock I realized it was Mr. Hawke's hand, reaching around behind his seat to get to me. That made me giggle for some reason. I didn't mind. Well, I thought. This is fun, but it can get funner. I was in the perfect position, my butt was kinda up in the air, as Mr. Hawke ran his finger up and down my crack... and my head was almost down in Skippy's lap. I just moved forward about four more inches, and felt the cap of his cock touch my lips. "Oh god," I heard Skippy say above me. "Oh, holy fuck... oh fuck!" I giggled, and opened my mouth, and took his cock inside it. Immediately, just instantly it felt sexier than fuck, to feel that stiff hard tube of flesh in my mouth... it just blew my mind. I could taste him, even, a little sweat, and this sexy taste that I cannot describe... it just blew my mind right up. I gasped and gulped and sucked him in my mouth as hard as I could, and heard him gasp above me. I heard Mr. Hawke gently laugh in front of us. I promised myself then and there to do the same for him, when I could. I had loads of fun, sucking Skippy's cock. I think I had more fun than anything in my life, up 'til then. It felt sexy and naughty and a million other things that I can't explain. I am gonna do this, I told myself, I am gonna do this for every boy I ever go out with, from here on... when I get to start goin' out, I mean. It was just too cool. Just to hear him moan and groan and to know that it was me makin' him feel that good? It was too cool. And that something that felt so good for him was as much fun for me, that was cool too. Whoever thought up cocksuckin', damn... they was one smart motherfucker. They did good on that one. About that time I just had this crazy-ass idea. Totally fuckin' out there wild-ass crazy. As much fun as I was havin', there was yet somewhere else to go. After this, after havin' this much fun, I could let Skippy fuck me. I could maybe sit on his cock, and let him stick it in my pussy. In my cunt. Oh, that was a good idea. I raised up, and plastered my mouth to his ear again. "Skipp!" I said, almost gasping for breath. I was pumped, I was turned on, just thinking of something that wicked, of actually getting to do it. Fuck, gettin' my cherry popped, at age nine. I wondered if I could do it, if my little cunt could take his big cock. I wanted to try, bad. "Skippy, you gotta fuck me!" I said, and I saw him jerk back in surprise. He stared me in the eyes. "C'mon, we done this much! Please! Fuck me!" I said urgently. I wondered how far from home we were. I wondered if we had the time to do it. "Priss... baby..." he said, and I thought he almost sounded sorrowful. "Dammit!" I said louder, "you can't get me pumped up like this and then leave me hangin! Skippy! Dammit, you gotta fuck me! I wanna be fucked!" My eyes bored into his. How could I make him understand how bad I wanted this? He shook his head and looked almost sheepish. I wondered if he would have the nerve. "Skip, man..." said Mr. Hawke, in a normal tone of voice. It didn't matter, everybody else was at the back of the bus. "Skip, if you don't fuck this little hussy, you'll have to drive while I do it. She's demandin' it." I giggled, and finally Skippy smiled. I grinned. I knew I was in. --==+==- It took a while to decide how to do it. Finally I laid on my belly on the seat, and he got behind me on his knees. There wasn't much room, but we were in the first row of the first class section. I felt his rock-hard cock laying in the crack of my ass, and that alone felt sexier than fuck to me. "Here," said Mr. Hawke, passing something back. Skippy took it, and a few seconds later I felt a cold liquid on my pussy. I guess it was hand creme or something. "Are you ready, darlin'?" said Skippy, and I nodded. "Yeah," I said, "Yeah... just go slow, 'kay?" "Just let me know if I'm hurtin' you, dear," he said, and I nodded again. I felt his cock press against my pussy lips, harder and harder. He pressed into me, and finally it hurt. I made a noise and he stopped for a while, until I nodded. I dunno when my cherry popped, it did hurt, but not really bad, it just felt more like giant pressure on me. I could feel him enter my body, deeper and deeper, it felt good but not stupendous like I thought it would. I was almost disappointed for some reason. At last I felt his legs on mine and figgered he was in all the way. He put his head down behind mine, and I felt his breath in my hair. "Oh darlin', I love you, I love you!" he whispered, and I giggled as well as I could. Guys, the silly sentimental fools. They love anything that lets them fuck it. He pulled out, and pushed back in. That felt a little better. By the dozenth time he'd done it, it felt great. Finally, I thought. Finally. He had his arms around my waist, and pulled me to him every time he pushed into me. He even ran his hands under my shirt at one point and played with my tits, even though I just got nips, no boobs. It still felt good to have them squeezed. He just went on and on, pumping in and out of me, and I realized that it felt really good by now. When I came it was almost a surprise, I came real hard, as he fingered my clit, I just exploded. Damn... it was cool... I was in love with the feeling of a cock inside me. He just kept going. I came again after a while, a little one... and still he fucked me. "Are you gonna... cum in me?" I asked, wondering. The cumming part I was curious about, I'd seen it lots of times in pictures, but I wondered about shit like if I'd be able to feel it inside me and shit. And I almost wanted to taste it. What the hell, I thought. "I guess..." he replied to my question. "Skippy!" I said, turning my head. "Skippy, let me suck it when you cum. I wanna taste it, 'kay?" He laughed, and stopped pumping me. He gently pulled his cock from my body, and I felt him moving around over me. He helped me up off my stomach, and moved around me to sit in the seat I'd been laying in. "Go for it, darlin'!" he said, and I smiled wickedly at him as I mentally prepared myself for it. How could it be any worse than the things I'd already done? I slowly dropped, and took his cock in my mouth. I was almost shocked to taste myself on him, I hadn't thought of that. Damn, I told myself... I taste good. I taste myself almost every night of my fingers, I certainly ain't to stranger to my own flavors. It was sexier than fuck to taste myself on his cock, and I gulped and slurped it down. At last I started sucking hard, pulling him in and out of my mouth, and pretty soon I felt things twitching down there inside him. Suddenly he grunted, and a mouthfull of hot liquid filled my mouth. I gulped it down, not really tasting it for some reason, and another squirted out. And another, and another. Damn, I though, gulping it down. It was cool, and very sexy, to know I was eating stuff from out of his body. I would do this for any guy, I though... fuck, I would do this for my dad and my brothers. This was just too cool. At last he stopped squirting, and just laid there. I think I knew how he felt, I always felt that way after I played with myself in bed. I got out of the floor and sat in the seat next to him. "Skip!" said Mr. Hawke. "Here's a straight stretch, take over!" Skippy pulled himself up, and I grabbed for a handhold as the bus lurched. At last Skippy got underneath Mr. Hawke, who had stood up as he steered the bus. At last Skippy was driving, and Mr. Hawke came back a row to me. "Little angel," Mr. Hawke said as I looked up at him. "My little angel, will you play with me? Will you let me play?" I laughed. "Sure Mr. Hawke!" I had ridden this man's bus since kindergarten, and now I was gonna suck his cock and maybe get fucked by him. It just seemed too cool, for some reason. He just stood there in front of me and unzipped his pants, and drew his cock out. And... fuck fire, he had a big one. I'm sure my eyes bugged out. "Little darlin'," he said apologetically. "I'd love nothing more than to fuck the bejeezus out of you, but I don't think I should since your little cunt is probably so tiny. But you can suck me and I can lick you... okay?" I nodded, still hypnotized by his monster. At last he moved towards me, and I placed both hands on his massive weenie. I opened my mouth as far as I could, and sucked it in. It felt even cooler than Skippy's, it felt like I had somebody's fist and arm in my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could, and heard him groan. Fuck, I thought... I'm good at this. Then again, it's not like it's hard to figger out. This part went on for a while, too. I loved it, feeling his big cock in my mouth. And his balls, fuck... they felt like tennis balls to me. I just loved them. At last he touched my shoulder, and I knew he was gonna cum. And cum he did, fuck fire he came. I swallowed an' swallowed an' damn... he filled me up. His cum tasted better than Skippy's, too, for some weird reason. Sweeter. By then my jaw was achin'. I was glad when it was time to stop. "Baby," said Mr. Hawke, "lay in the seat and spread your legs." I did, and he got down on his knees and put his face into my pussy. Then... then I had the best time of all. He was good, he made me feel just plain super. He licked and sucked my pussy, my cunt... he rubbed my clit with his tongue until I came, and came and came. "Oh fuck!" I heard Skippy say sometime in the middle of it all. "Mr. Hawke... junction 162... what do I do?" "Left," said Mr. Hawke loudly, his voice muffled by my wet slobbery cunt. "Take the left onto highway 40." I came some more. I have no idea how many times I came that night. It was just incredible. I mean, I liked the things Skippy did, but then and there I made plans to spend private time with Mr. Hawke every chance I got. He was certainly my favorite bus driver, now. At last he pulled me up, and draped me over the seat back. I felt his tongue on my butt-hole, and giggled insanely. Damn, I thought... this old fart likes me enough to lick me where my turds come from. It was too cool. He spread my butt cheeks apart, and drilled his tongue right into my butthole. It almost hurt for a second, but fuck... it just turned me on to no end. "Me and you, darlin'..." I heard Mr. Hawke say beneath me, "me and you are gonna rent a motel room sometime, when we can figger out an excuse for you to be away from home for a few hours. Or days." Yeah, I thought, fuck yeah... that sounded like fun. It sounded sexy and naughty, my two favorite new things. I just hung over the seat back while Mr. Hawke licked my butt-hole and kissed my ass cheeks, watching the kids in the back of the bus. I couldn't tell what was going on, too many bodies were blocking my view. I didn't really give a shit, though, they could do whatever they wanted. I had my fun, let them have theirs. --==+==- "Hey, girl!" Somebody said. I turned. It was my cousin Veronica. With amusement I noticed her shirt was on inside-out. "Whut?" I said, walking through the parking lot beside her. "What was goin' on up there with you an' Skippy an' ol' man Hawke?" "Aww," I said, "Nothin' really. Just playin' 'round a little..." "Playin' 'round?" she said. She almost looked like she disapproved. You bitch! I laughed to myself. After what you prolly did tonight? "You know," I said. "Playin' 'round. Like what you guys in the back did, but prolly not quite so extreme." She giggled. "Damn fuck, Priss..." she said. "You shoulda seen Abigail. She had cum in her hair and even her eyebrows. She got splattered big time. Duane called her a cum monkey an' she cried." I giggled. The stupid bitch. She deserved it. "Not so extreme?" she said, "Whachoo mean, not so extreme? D'jou fuck them old farts or not?" I wondered how much to tell her. I didn't want to cause trouble for the guys. "Naw," I said. "I just let them rub it on me a little. Goddam pervs... you know how they are. Shit like that gets them off, even." "Yeah," she said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. "Yeah. Goddam pervs." I saw my Mom's van. "Night, Ronnie," I said. "Night," she said. I climbed in. Damn... I realized I was tired. "Congrats on the game," my Mom said. "Thanks, mom," I said. "Long ride home?" she said. "Yeah," I said, sinking into the seat. "Way long." Damn, I just wanted to get home and hit the sack, now. I was tired. "Was it boring? After being all pumped up for the game?" she said. Dammit, I thought. Mother dear... shut the fuck up. Lemme snooze for a while. "Yeah," I said. "It was super boring. I couldn't stay awake." I smiled in the darkness, knowing she couldn't see me. She hit the gas. --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING. http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255