School Bus Blues
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
50,246
Reviews:
105
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
School Bus Blues
Elisa was sitting on the school bus, waitin be be dropped off. She couldn’t wait until next year when she could drive and finally ditch this stankin’ old pile of tin. Soon, soon. In the meantime, she relaxed against the window as the next to last kid was dropped off. It was just her and the bus driver. Now, Elisa had never really liked the bus driver too much. He was too quiet and stared at her too blatantly for too long. She knew she was pretty—attractive face, nice long brown hair… but she could tell that all of his interest was on her 36 DDs. It wasn’t unusual for men to stare, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. She got a bit drowsy as the bus rumbled on, and her eyes drooped a bit ‘til she had fallen asleep.
Moe the bus driver was sick of staring at this chick all the time. It was time he got past the looking and graduated into the doing. Fortunately, he had a plan. It had taken him a couple of years to get his plan in motion, but he found that most people that he had approached about it seemed quite into it, so, with a bit of a concerted effort, Moe was certain that his plan was fool proof.
Moe had chosen Elisa for his target for several reasons. 1) She was motherfucking hot and had a body he knew he would never get sick of. 2) She was the last stop on his route and 3) She had a long walk between her house and the bus stop. All good reasons. And now that she had fallen asleep, he knew that he had his chance at last. He sent out at met message to his compatriots that had been in his saved messages box for too long
“The time is now.”
Moe parked the bus at the lot. But before he started to move Elisa, she started to move and moan. Fuck, she’s awake. But he hadn’t planned this for so long, just to be foiled by her sleeping habits, no sir. He had taken the time to ensure that he had the washcloth drenched in chloroform handy, so that as soon as she began to stir, he would put her right back to sleep. Which he did, and looking around surreptitiously, he stuffed her into a big brown box and put her in the trunk of his van. Then he tore out of their like his wheels were on fire.
Before too long, he made it to his meeting place, knowing that he had beaten his partners there, since he had sent the message much later than he anticipated. Lifting Elisa out of the box almost tenderly, he carried her into the one place he knew that wouldn’t be found. Into the sewer. It paid having blue-collar friends—they could turn any place into a livable habitat. He lay her down in the cage that was built, just to her specifications. She looked so helpless, so frail, laying there, her face pale, her limbs flaccid… it was giving him a hard on like no other.
He knelt between her legs and ran his hands over her large breasts, feeling the tips harden even through her thick sweater. It was delicious. He leaned over and tied her arms and legs to the sides of the cage, just to make sure that when she woke, she would still be there, waiting for him. He wanted more, his body begged for more. But he knew that those who had helped him with his plan would be much disappointed if he didn’t wait for them. And quite frankly, Moe couldn’t afford to make them angry. Although he had called first dibs at the inception of the project. He decided to make it easier for everyone, slicing off her clothes, so that her magnificent body lay open in the weird underground chamber, her skin prickling with autonomic goosebumps. Moe knew she’d be waking up within 5 minutes or so. Then he heard the sounds of footsteps in the concealed entryway.
It was the five other men. Frank, Curly, Johnny, Paul, and Jose. They had all taken an interest in Moe’s project of getting themselves a girl to fuck at a moments notice. So together they had built this small chamber, full of different objects to fulfill their every fantasy. All it had lacked was the girl. And now the girl was here.
Their eyes drifted immediately to the girl lying tied in her cage, naked. Moe could hear her breathing changing, as she woke up a bit more, throwing off the effects of the chloroform. He stepped aside so that the others could join him in the cage after they had thrown off their clothing in a heap outside the door. Their penises were all erect as they stood over her, stroking themselves as she came too.
When Elisa opened her eyes the first thing she saw were six naked men staring at her.
“Hello Elisa” Moe said to her. “looks like you never made it home.” Stunned into silence Elisa lay limply against her bonds, even when he knelt down and began to stroke her sides, something that always got her aroused before.
Moe looked up at his compatriots. "Listen up you guys. She;'s mine, first and foremost. You all can just wait your turn." Grumbling the five of them sat outside the cage, watching, with hungry eyes.
Moe turned his attention back to Elisa, who by now had shaken off her stupor and was struggling to get away. The ropes chafed against her tender wrists and her loose breasts jiggled from side to side as she struggled. MOe slapped her across the face "Stop moving, and do exactly as I tell you bitch. Otherwise i ain't gonna break you in so nice." Elisa stopped struggling and lay still.
The bus driver licked his lips and kissed her on her full lips. SHe could taste his foul breath as he probed his tongue against her tightly clenched mouth, forcing his tongue down her throat. He had eaten tuna fish just before. Even as he kissed her, Moe reached down and began to stroke her nipple, the soft flesh becoming hard at his touch, a wetness forming in between her legs, as much as she was loath to admit it... she was getting turned on. he moved from kissing her lips to sucking on her neck, down till he was nipping at the puckered pink nipple, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. He slid himself downward, worshipping her body with his tongue. Just when Elisa thought he was going to touch her pussy, he stopped.
"Did you like that?"
Elisa looked away, not wanting to admit that as loathsome and evil his touch was, it still had the power to make her wet. She felt filthy inside.
Moe slapped her again, fording her head to jerk back. "I said, do you like that?" Elisa whimpered. "I'm making you wet, aren't I?" He stroked one thick finger between her slippery lips. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" She was forced to look into his eyes, as he tasted the honey from her pussy. "Mmm, sweet as could be. But you aren't sweet are you? You are dirty. You want me to fuck you and here i am, leaving you tied up like this. You really are dirty." Elisa opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a dry croak. Moe smiled and started to stimulate her clit. Elisa bucked her body in that primal way, as much as she didn't want to. "You dirty whore. You want this more than I do. But first you are going to make me happy. And you do want to make me happy, don't you?" Although tears started to drop from her eyes, she nodded. He was right. What kind of girl would get excited by a man who was about to rape her?
To her surprise, Moe cut freefree. Then he sat down and looked at her, his cock standing straight at attention. "So, whore, what are you going to do to keep your master happy? Are you just going to sit there?" Elisa shook her head mutely. "You're right. You aren't just going to sit there. You are going to suck my cock and then you are going to drink up all the cum. All of it. Do you understand?"
"Yes" Elisa whispered. She crawled toward him and took his thick rod in her hands tentatively. She had never gone down on a man before. Shaking, she put her mouth over the tip and did what the magazines always said. She used her mouth, and her tongue and her lips and her hands in tandem, until Moe spurted into her mouth, cumming harder than he ever had before, even with that whore on 14th street.
ugh ugh Moe was pushing 40, he was hard again in moments. Just thinking of the way that sweet mouth had engulfed him... he practically came again. Elisa knelt between his legs, her eyes dim, the taste of his cum still in her mouth. "Was... was that good master?"
Moe pushed her back onto the mat. "We;re not fucking finished yet."
Moe the bus driver was sick of staring at this chick all the time. It was time he got past the looking and graduated into the doing. Fortunately, he had a plan. It had taken him a couple of years to get his plan in motion, but he found that most people that he had approached about it seemed quite into it, so, with a bit of a concerted effort, Moe was certain that his plan was fool proof.
Moe had chosen Elisa for his target for several reasons. 1) She was motherfucking hot and had a body he knew he would never get sick of. 2) She was the last stop on his route and 3) She had a long walk between her house and the bus stop. All good reasons. And now that she had fallen asleep, he knew that he had his chance at last. He sent out at met message to his compatriots that had been in his saved messages box for too long
“The time is now.”
Moe parked the bus at the lot. But before he started to move Elisa, she started to move and moan. Fuck, she’s awake. But he hadn’t planned this for so long, just to be foiled by her sleeping habits, no sir. He had taken the time to ensure that he had the washcloth drenched in chloroform handy, so that as soon as she began to stir, he would put her right back to sleep. Which he did, and looking around surreptitiously, he stuffed her into a big brown box and put her in the trunk of his van. Then he tore out of their like his wheels were on fire.
Before too long, he made it to his meeting place, knowing that he had beaten his partners there, since he had sent the message much later than he anticipated. Lifting Elisa out of the box almost tenderly, he carried her into the one place he knew that wouldn’t be found. Into the sewer. It paid having blue-collar friends—they could turn any place into a livable habitat. He lay her down in the cage that was built, just to her specifications. She looked so helpless, so frail, laying there, her face pale, her limbs flaccid… it was giving him a hard on like no other.
He knelt between her legs and ran his hands over her large breasts, feeling the tips harden even through her thick sweater. It was delicious. He leaned over and tied her arms and legs to the sides of the cage, just to make sure that when she woke, she would still be there, waiting for him. He wanted more, his body begged for more. But he knew that those who had helped him with his plan would be much disappointed if he didn’t wait for them. And quite frankly, Moe couldn’t afford to make them angry. Although he had called first dibs at the inception of the project. He decided to make it easier for everyone, slicing off her clothes, so that her magnificent body lay open in the weird underground chamber, her skin prickling with autonomic goosebumps. Moe knew she’d be waking up within 5 minutes or so. Then he heard the sounds of footsteps in the concealed entryway.
It was the five other men. Frank, Curly, Johnny, Paul, and Jose. They had all taken an interest in Moe’s project of getting themselves a girl to fuck at a moments notice. So together they had built this small chamber, full of different objects to fulfill their every fantasy. All it had lacked was the girl. And now the girl was here.
Their eyes drifted immediately to the girl lying tied in her cage, naked. Moe could hear her breathing changing, as she woke up a bit more, throwing off the effects of the chloroform. He stepped aside so that the others could join him in the cage after they had thrown off their clothing in a heap outside the door. Their penises were all erect as they stood over her, stroking themselves as she came too.
When Elisa opened her eyes the first thing she saw were six naked men staring at her.
“Hello Elisa” Moe said to her. “looks like you never made it home.” Stunned into silence Elisa lay limply against her bonds, even when he knelt down and began to stroke her sides, something that always got her aroused before.
Moe looked up at his compatriots. "Listen up you guys. She;'s mine, first and foremost. You all can just wait your turn." Grumbling the five of them sat outside the cage, watching, with hungry eyes.
Moe turned his attention back to Elisa, who by now had shaken off her stupor and was struggling to get away. The ropes chafed against her tender wrists and her loose breasts jiggled from side to side as she struggled. MOe slapped her across the face "Stop moving, and do exactly as I tell you bitch. Otherwise i ain't gonna break you in so nice." Elisa stopped struggling and lay still.
The bus driver licked his lips and kissed her on her full lips. SHe could taste his foul breath as he probed his tongue against her tightly clenched mouth, forcing his tongue down her throat. He had eaten tuna fish just before. Even as he kissed her, Moe reached down and began to stroke her nipple, the soft flesh becoming hard at his touch, a wetness forming in between her legs, as much as she was loath to admit it... she was getting turned on. he moved from kissing her lips to sucking on her neck, down till he was nipping at the puckered pink nipple, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. He slid himself downward, worshipping her body with his tongue. Just when Elisa thought he was going to touch her pussy, he stopped.
"Did you like that?"
Elisa looked away, not wanting to admit that as loathsome and evil his touch was, it still had the power to make her wet. She felt filthy inside.
Moe slapped her again, fording her head to jerk back. "I said, do you like that?" Elisa whimpered. "I'm making you wet, aren't I?" He stroked one thick finger between her slippery lips. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" She was forced to look into his eyes, as he tasted the honey from her pussy. "Mmm, sweet as could be. But you aren't sweet are you? You are dirty. You want me to fuck you and here i am, leaving you tied up like this. You really are dirty." Elisa opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a dry croak. Moe smiled and started to stimulate her clit. Elisa bucked her body in that primal way, as much as she didn't want to. "You dirty whore. You want this more than I do. But first you are going to make me happy. And you do want to make me happy, don't you?" Although tears started to drop from her eyes, she nodded. He was right. What kind of girl would get excited by a man who was about to rape her?
To her surprise, Moe cut freefree. Then he sat down and looked at her, his cock standing straight at attention. "So, whore, what are you going to do to keep your master happy? Are you just going to sit there?" Elisa shook her head mutely. "You're right. You aren't just going to sit there. You are going to suck my cock and then you are going to drink up all the cum. All of it. Do you understand?"
"Yes" Elisa whispered. She crawled toward him and took his thick rod in her hands tentatively. She had never gone down on a man before. Shaking, she put her mouth over the tip and did what the magazines always said. She used her mouth, and her tongue and her lips and her hands in tandem, until Moe spurted into her mouth, cumming harder than he ever had before, even with that whore on 14th street.
ugh ugh Moe was pushing 40, he was hard again in moments. Just thinking of the way that sweet mouth had engulfed him... he practically came again. Elisa knelt between his legs, her eyes dim, the taste of his cum still in her mouth. "Was... was that good master?"
Moe pushed her back onto the mat. "We;re not fucking finished yet."