Where it happened: School Bus
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was fourteen years old, a freshman new to the Catholic highschool. I didn’t think myself to be popular, but obviously I was– I wasn’t thin, nor was I fat. I was snow-pale, with blonde hair and hazel eyes. Everyone said I looked like a porcelyn doll, and a lot of people had been asking me out lately. I didn’t think of myself as nice looking– my body anyways– I was a little athletic, since I had my red belt in taekwondo, but I had slight traces of stretch marks on the insides of my thighs. I didn’t want anyone to see THAT, but I realized after my experience that HE didn’t care…
After school, I’d always take the bus home (despite the fact that I lived only a few miles away). Well, after the bus dropped me off at home, I realized I had left my Chemistry book on the seat of the bus. If I didn’t get it back, then I wouldn’t be able to do the assignment for the night and would very likely fail that class.
So I began to walk towards the school, still dressed in my white polo shirt and short, green plaid skirt, towards the bus garage, knowing that they would most likely let me in to get my book (I’ve lost things before). On my way walking, I heard someone shout to me. I looked to my right to see my good friend, Zach, jogging up to me. He was about 6’3″, and me being 5’4″, he was very tall to me. I was never intimidated by him though– he was a nice guy, with short brown hair, a great tan and a football player’s body.
I told him where I was going, so he decided to walk with me.
We talked about school, and what we were planning to do for careers, and so on. When we arrived at the bus garage, everyone had already left. The doors to the garage had been locked. Zach, not wanting me to fail Chemistry (seeming that I was the only freshman in that class and to fail it would be a great loss for me) picked the lock with my hairpin (don’t ask me how!). We walked into the dark bus garage, and looked at the row of about eleven buses before us. I groaned, and Zach closed the door behind us, locking it.
I told him my bus number, and we walked through the darkness, finally finding number 24. I trudged up the steps of the bus– and me, the clumsy idiot– tripped and landed sharply with my hip grinding against the metal of the stair. Zach asked me if I was okay, and he picked me up and carried me onto the bus, setting me down in the seat.
We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I was sitting by the window of the bus, leaning against the wall, and he was sitting next to me. He asked me if I was okay again, and he brought his hand to rest on me cheek. Before I knew it, he had leaned further ontop of me and we were kissing.
The kissing lasted for about ten minutes, with his hands wandering up and down my body. His weight was heavy atop me, so even if I had wanted to stop I couldn’t– not that it wasn’t enjoyable for me. His hands slid down my waist, then down my thighs, slipping under my skirt on the way up. We continued to kiss, and I could feel his hand slowly making it’s way up my inner thigh.
I gasped softly as he began to rub my clit gently through my panties, but he pushed harder onto me and we kept kissing, gasping with every breath. After a few minutes, he pulled back, and to my own surprise I told him not to stop.
Slowly he lifted his own shirt up from his back, tossing it over the next seat of the bus. He slid my shirt over my head gently, and I didn’t resist. After my shirt was off, my bra and skirt still covering me, he leaned down to kiss my tummy, making his way upwards. Upon reaching my bra, he unlatched it and removed it, kissing and sucking on my nipples ever so gently.
He must have had experience with this– I certainly didn’t, but it felt so good I didn’t object.
I relaxed back into the hardness of the wall as he sucked on my breasts, my neck becoming slightly sore. I winced softly and he brought his head up, noting my discomfort.
Slowly he lifted me up again and slid me down further onto the seat, so I was resting back flat but my legs were hanging off of the seat at the knees. He slid down my body and lifted my skirt, slipping my panties down my legs with his hands. I stared at the ceiling, noting everything happening, until I felt his tongue flicking the inside of my right thigh. I had to suck in a breath of air when he set his mouth on my pussy, flicking his tongue in and out. He began to do it harder, and I could hardly control myself– I began to moan. He stopped then, and he stood up. I saw that he had removed his pants and boxers, and his cock was obviously erected. He slid back on top of me, but turned around, his cock over my mouth. I didn’t know what to do, so I took it in my mouth and began to suck. I heard him gasp, but then he once again began to eat me out, his tongue and his fingers working me furiously as he rammed his rather large cock inside of my mouth and throat.
He came in my mouth, about the same time as I climaxed, and I had to struggle to swallow the liquid that had been shoved down my throat. He pulled himself out of my mouth, his cock evidently still hard. I was breathing quite hard by now, as was he, and he lifted me up again, only to turn me around. I was laying on the seat on my stomach, kneeling over the seat somewhat. Before I knew it, I felt him ram his cock into my asshole, and I let out a loud scream from the pain it caused me. He let out a yell, too– obviously feeling some of the pain that I had felt from his large rod invading my tight hole. He thrust it in and out and I was forced up against the seat, but still I didn’t object. He brought his hands down to slide around my thighs as he assfucked me, and he began fingering me and playing with my clit as he plunged into me time after time. Finally, he came again and slid out of me, continuing to play with my slit. Tears were running down my cheeks and I gasped for breath. I went to move when I felt his arms once again lift me off of the seat. He turned me on my back, setting me down on the hard, cold isle of the floor. I couldn’t believe he was still hard.
He slid his hands gently up the side of my body, shhing me soothingly. Then he inserted two fingers into my pussy, and it made me moan again, my wetness enveloping his fingers. It hurt at first, but then it felt better and better. Still not objecting to anything, he slid on top of me, and I could feel the hotness of the head of his cock resting itself against my pussy. Slowly he slid himself into me, then he slid out, repeating this a little faster and harder every time. It hurt for a short while, but then it began to feel extremely good. He thrust himself in and out of me, and I began to move with him in rhythm, breathing heavily. His hands moved and he pinched and squeezed my breasts and nipples incredibly hard, moving harder and faster than ever. I shouted for him to stop this time, finally after it began to hurt much, much more, but then I orgasmed. And I blacked out.
Zach and I are still going out now, and we’re planning on getting married.
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