Afternoon Bus 2

by Joanne

At fifty years of age it's been so long since my husband has had any sexual interest in me that he has failed to notice the blindingly obvious changes that have happened to me and my attitudes.

Since my illicit sexual encounters with three twelve year old schoolgirls on my way home from work on the bus. He has failed to notice that I no longer wear tights and that I have, instead, taken to wearing hold ups. Or that my underwear is better quality and that my tits are pushed up and pert. Or that I no longer wear the big knickers I used to and now wear tiny thongs so that I can feel the slightest touch, accidental or otherwise. Or that whenever anyone so much as brushes against my skirt it never fails to set my juices running. He even failed to notice that my thick and ragged bush is now, still dense and bushy, but is a broad neat landing strip and that me vagina is waxed smooth as a baby's. Is there any wonder that I ache for sex and that I am now a predatory lesbian.

My three girls are not always on the same bus as me, or sometimes I am forced to stand, strap hanging, unable to move for the crowds and unable to reach them. These are frustrating times. On these occasions my juices still run freely knowing that the girl standing up has her vagina full of her friend's fingers and is being fucked to the motion of the bus. We would be eyeball to eyeball as she silently orgasms and smiles at me sweetly knowing that my juices are running down my naked thighs to be soaked up by my stockings. In an effort to orgasm secretly my buttocks quiver violently out of control. I have to hold on tight and plant my heels hard down onto the floor to avoid them drumming and drawing attention to me.

Recently I was on my way home much earlier than usual. I was sat down on the half empty bus. I was content to day dream about my randy girls. Then the bus stopped next to a junior school and the bus rapidly filled with girls and boys between eight to ten years old. The noise was intense. They were crowded so tightly together that one little girl was pushed into my side. She held onto the back of my seat and the seat in front to prevent from being pushed onto me lap altogether. She smiled apologetically to me. I smiled back. I could feel her warmth and my clit swelled. The man sat between me and the widow was staring out of the window studiously ignoring the noisy hoard.

I placed my hand on my knee. The hem of her gingham dress brushed against it. I opened my knees little by little as the motion of the bus rocked us back and forth. Eventually the back of my hand was touching her pubis with every rock of the bus. I starred to the front not daring to look at her. As the bus rocked it pushed her towards me and pressed her pubis and camel toe hard against the back of my hand. I risked the briefest glance. Her mouth was slightly open and her lips were relaxed and full. Her face was tinged with red and I could feel her hot breath on my face.

I turned my hand over and rested it, fingers up, onto my knee. As the bus pushed her forward the dress brushed over my hand and my fingers brushed against her cotton coated camel toe. She was so close that I could feel her heartbeat. I heard the long low sigh. She rocked back and forth with my fingers caressing her camel toe and pressing against her warm smooth thighs.

The bus was approaching the housing estate. I knew that the route would soon have it turning around the four cornered roundabout. I knew to expect the hard rocking motion as the bus rounded the tight turns. My vagina was weeping into my skirt in anticipation of what was to come. Then the bus slowed right down and then turned violently. The girl was thrown forward and she had to adjust her stance to prevent being thrown over. I felt the space between her thighs that I was waiting for. I pressed my hand along her vagina pressing the cotton deep into her slit. She stiffened up and gasped but did not pull away.

As the bus rounded the four narrow corners my fingers probed the little slit. She clearly loved it and rocked violently with the motion of the bus. I got threw the elastic of her knickers and caressed her naked and very smooth little vagina. I felt her wetness, I didn't know if it was pee or cum and didn't care. Then the bus came to a shuddering standstill and she was swept away on a tide of children. She was next seen swinging around her mother, but she did wave to me as she took hold of her mother's hand. She was smiling broadly she had clearly enjoyed what we did. To a girl her age, it was just an innocent game we played. I pretended to have an itchy nose as I sniffed at my fingers. The smell of her made my head swim. My pussy throbbed as I tensed and relaxed through an urgent orgasm. The man was oblivious to it all.

As I waited by the door the driver spoke. I half turned to see, "I saw you," she said, she was smiling. I walked quickly home. What did she see? She couldn't see my hand on the girl's vagina surely the crowd of kids was too thick. She may have seen up my skirt as I got up or she may have seen my face as I orgasmed or the wetness of my skirt. Anyway, her smile told me that it was not just ok, but it was more than ok. She was about my age but bigger than me. Her matronly boobs pushed her uniform out in front of her. She had licked her lips. Was it her smile or was it the warm evening air blowing up my skirt all around my damp thighs and my wet thong. I didn't know, all I knew, was that the girl's vagina and the driver's telling wink and knowing smile meant that I needed to masturbate myself urgently. As soon as I was behind my front door I had my hand on my hot and very wet cunt. I was whimpering as I ran up stairs to my bed. I took my rabbit vibrator out of the drawer on my side of my loveless bed and fucked myself to a back arching and screaming climax.

I was stood at the bus stop each afternoon waiting to go home gently aroused in anticipation. I knew that it was too late for the juniors, but I still wondered if the bus held my girls or if it was driven by 'Big Tits' as I had named her. I called her that because all I remember about her, apart from the knowing smile, was the enormous tits reaching out over the steering wheel. In my Hetrio days I would not have even noticed, but now I wondered what it would be like to release them and cuddle them and what would her big cunt be like. Such thoughts were new to me and so was the swelling of my clit and the dampness of my thong.

The bus slid slowly by as it came to a halt. It was half empty. 'Big Tits' was driving. I boarded the platform. I offered the fare but she just pursed her lips in a fake kiss and waved me by. Then I saw my girls sat at the back. My spirits soared and my clit swelled. I was greeted to a row of smiling faces as I staggered down the bus fighting the motion of it, a motion that I have come to love.

The girls were on the back row on the left side, they quickly slid over to allow me to sit with just one of them between me and the window. The other two sat to my right. The second one of these was in line with the centre passageway. When she slid over to make room for me I could see that she had no knickers on. Her vagina was smooth and shiny no sign of the redness caused by shaving or waxing, just smooth skin that has always been smooth, too young to be anything else. I knew that, if I could see it, the driver would also be able to see it through the rear view mirror. Once I was seated she clamped her knees together again. The coat went over our knees and two hands went straight up my skirt. My thong was unceremoniously pulled to the side and one hand filled my cunt with fingers and the other hand frigged at my clitoris. I slide forward to allow better access. I was lost in the hot, swooning world of ecstasy. My pussy wept and pulsed with every thrust of the fingers until I reached a massive pulse that sent squirts of my juices all over my skirt and the seat.

More settled now, I was better able to concentrate on bringing the two girls to their climax together. I filled both cunts with my fingers and with the motion of the bus I fucked them to their orgasms. Their home bus stop arrived all too quickly. They moved me out of the way and swept away along the passageway together. My skirt was around my thighs. My stocking tops and vagina was in full view, fortunately all passengers face forward. I was left staring at them through ecstasy clouded eyes as they walked away looking innocent and unmolested.

My stop seemed a long way away but eventually it arrived. I made my way to the front on unsteady legs. I stood by the door waiting for the bus to stop and for the door to open. A voice said, "Don't leave. Stay with me." It was the driver. I was alone on the platform. I turned and looked at her. She silently mouthed the word, "Please." There was a moment of hesitation, but then I turned and sat on the nearest seat and just stared ahead.

The bus continued stop after stop people entering and people leaving. I was wondering what on earth I was doing there, but I stayed, still staring ahead. Eventually the bus stopped outside the depot. The engine cut out and the driver collected her things and climbed out of her compartment. The door opened and another driver boarded. Words were exchanged and then my driver left. I got up and followed her. I waited until the bus left and then trotted to catch up. She had by then reached a big black four by four SUV with blacked out windows. I was slightly surprised when she opened the rear door and gestured me to get in. I climbed in. She was strong and pushed me to the other side and climbed in beside me and closed the door behind her.

With no talk or ceremony she pushed me back and pulled my legs up into the air. She lifted me by my buttocks and kissed my cunt. I have never experienced anything like it. I thought it was just in the movies, not real at all. But this was very real. I lost all strength. I quivered all over. She licked my anus and my cunt and my clit and again and again. I was in a dream world of passions. She rammed fat fingers into me. I screamed and squirted, but she didn't seem to mind and just continued until I thought I would die.

As quickly as it began it ended. She got out leaving me in full view with all dignity gone still laid with my legs spread wide showing my battered cunt to anyone looking. The door closed and then she jumped into the front and we dove off. It was several miles before I recovered enough strength the sit up. It was in time to see that we were turning into a car park.

There was nothing around and we were clearly out in the countryside I knew not where. The door opened, "Don't be alarmed," she said. I wasn't alarmed I was massively aroused. I watched panting as she stripped out her uniform jacket and threw onto the front seat. I was gasping as she undid the shirt buttons exposing the enormous bra. I was whimpering when the massive tits were released with their huge erect nipples. The skirt and tights and knickers came off in one go with the use of two thumps. The huge black bush covered everything almost from her navel down. She slid into the car legs first. She shut the door behind her. She spread her fat legs, "Come to mamma," she said.

I fell onto her like a hungry animal. The smell of her and the taste of her were new to me. My vagina was dripping onto the leather of the seat. I sucked at the huge swollen clitoris. I probed the gaping cunt with my tongue. I filled it with fingers and cuddled the mass of hair as I fucked her with all the speed and vigour I could manage. The masses of fat quivered as she screamed to god as her climax hit her. With enormous strength she pulled me up on top of her. My face was dripping with her juices when she kissed me on the lips for the first time. Her tongue expertly probed my mouth. My man has never come close to this. I was helpless. I slid down her soft rippling body to a nipple and suckled on it like a baby as I gently fucked her again. I was in heaven. I was in love with pussy I loved the feel of it, the smell of it and the taste of it. I could not get enough. She pushed me over and went down to my vagina again and took me once again to the edge of insanity, jabbering like an idiot as I begged for more, climaxing over and over.

Finally, she got out of the car. Her rolls of fat shone with sweat and juice. She looked natural and unashamed in her nakedness. She had biker tattoos on both arms. She looked like she was a match for any man. If she had climbed back in I would have happily given myself to her again. She said nothing she just got dressed. She ignored her underwear and just replaced her skirt and jacket. I stayed in the back pulling my soggy thong into place as best as I could. I rolled from side to side as she drove the car hard. It suddenly stopped, "Get out," she demanded. I found myself stood next to the bus stop for the bus home, unsteady on my feet and barely able to focus. I waited staring at the ground in front of me until the bus arrived. I should have felt used and abused, but I didn't. Certainly I was dominated and used in an animal way, but if my husband had ever abused me and dominated me in the way that this bus driver did, I would not be here. I would happily have been his slave, but he never had the balls.

I am amazed by the escalation in my lesbian experience from touching and finger fucking young girls to being seriously and properly fucked silly by an experienced woman. I knew one thing for sure. Just touching and fucking my girls is not going to be enough. I need to smell them, feel them, and taste them. I need to get them to myself and give them a proper seeing to. Even thinking about it had my very sore cunt weeping. I had no idea how I was to going to do any of that. For now it was enough to have my girls on the bus. Then one day matters changed out of my control. It was on my way home. It was a Friday afternoon the bus was crowded 'big tits' waved me on without paying. The bus was so crowded that I was unable to reach my girls. I was, as usual, highly aroused knowing that the girl standing had her vagina filled with fingers. This was a frustrating situation I was all too familiar with. I was strap hanging almost the whole way until a seat was vacated and I was able to sit. I knew as we went round the big square roundabout that the girls would be orgasming and that they would soon be leaving. Their stop approached and the three of them touched my shoulder fondly as they passed and stood on the platform together. The third one dropped a piece of paper onto my lap as if dropped by accident. I saw them turn to the driver and speak. I couldn't hear what was said, but I saw one of them sit down on a recently vacated seat. Only two of them left the bus and waved goodbye.

My stop came and went. There was no way I was leaving now. I waited and watched. The bus arrived at the depot and the engine stopped. The exchange driver boarded and after a brief conversation 'Big tits' left the bus. The girl left shortly after and I was not far behind. I knew what to expect. I caught up just as we arrived at the SUV. The rear door was opened I followed the girl in. She sat with her back to the opposite door. I lifted her by the buttocks and kissed her slippery wet vagina, Oh the feel of it and the musty smell of it, hit me like a narcotic. The taste of her was wonderful. I devoured her. The fat woman had climbed in beside me and closed the door firmly behind her. I was pulled onto all fours. My thong was pulled to one side and my anus was licked and my cunt was filled with fat fingers. The girl thrust her smooth, hot, shiny vagina into my face repeatedly until she screamed at the top of her voice all through her orgasm, smearing her juices all over my grateful face.

Big Tits got out and climbed into the driver's seat. The big diesel engine kicked in and throbbed, vibrating the whole SUV. We took off at speed. I was occupied with the girl who was thrusting her tongue down my throat. The car stopped and I climbed out expecting the familiar car park. The others didn't follow. The door closed and the driver's window slid down. Big Tits leaned out, "We are off home now. You have had your fun and you have fucked my daughter. It is now time to go home." The car took off with the window sliding up as it went. It was a few seconds before I realised that I was stood by the bus stop home.

I was in a state of shock as the bus made its slow progress towards my home stop. I reflected on the events of the recent pass. The driver had been watching, but it was as much to keep an eye on her daughter, as it was to watch me. I was feeling down, depressed. It was the last day of term. The girls would be on their summer break. It would be weeks before I see them again. The thought saddened me. It was then that I remembered the piece of paper so cleverly dropped into my lap. I took it out of my pocket. It was a phone number. I rang it, but it just went to voice mail, the announcement said, "Hi this is Julie I'll get back to you."

I cupped my hand around the phone and whispered, "Hi I'm the lady from the bus." I still worried that people could be listening. I always listened to other people's calls. I hung up, but even before I had time to put the phone back into my bag it vibrated. I flipped it open again and there was a picture and a smooth, very wet vagina. It was being stretched open by two hands pulling her vulva apart. I snapped the phone closed again, but my spirits had recovered and I smiled contently to myself.