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Bus Driving Experience (M/f, ped)
By Family Affairs Author - 1990

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In my last year of high school, I was a school bus driver. I didn't 
drive in the morning, but our high school let out at 2:30, so I 
drove junior high kids home when they got out at 3. For most of the 
year, it was just a job, but I had some fun, too.
In addition to being a normal, sex-crazed teenage male, some of the 
young ladies who rode my bus sent my mind in a whirl. Because I was 
small for my age, most of the ninth-grade girls, with their wide 
hips and flashing eyes seemed kind of threatening to me. They 
sometimes tried to come on to me, but it only emphasized how they 
thought I was their age.
I tended to fantasize more about the younger girls, to whom I 
apparently appeared to be more a "grown-up." I got a kick out of 
these younger girls' giggly flirting, especially because I was too 
shy to ask out girls my own age. And I sometimes got a hard-on from 
glancing in my rear-view mirror as they squirmed to talk to their 
friends and gave me an unimpeded view of the well-filled panties 
underneath their little-girl skirts.
One girl whom I remember was simply exceptional. Her name was 
Angie. A seventh-grader, she was small for her age, too, without 
only a hint of swelling in the front of her blouse or tee-shirt. 
From the very first day, she always sat on the front seat, to the 
driver's right. I dropped her off at one of my last stops before 
taking the bus back to the high school parking lot.
I tried to speak to all the kids as they got on and off the bus, 
but, because she sat beside me, Angie and I chatted often. I found 
out her father had moved to town for a one-year assignment, so she 
had few friends at school. Besides, she said, they would be moving 
away again as soon as school was over. In addition, Angie had gone 
to some kind of advanced program where she lived before, so she was 
only twelve, a year younger than the other seventh-graders.
Throughout the nine months I drove her, Angie and I talked about 
all kinds of things -- what we got for Christmas, local events, 
favorite television shows. We talked a lot about our futures and 
interests.
Angie wanted to be a model and a dancer. She had the elfin build 
and pixie features that would have made her a terrific model. Her 
dark-blonde hair was cut with bangs in front and was long in the 
back. She sometimes wore it in some kind of fancy braid, but mostly 
in a simple pony tail. Because she liked wearing short skirts, I 
was able to tell her she had great legs for her prospective dancing 
career. Whenever I said something personal like that, she smiled 
and blushed.
One day, near the end of school, Angie had on a new short skirt and 
asked me what I thought of it.
"I think it's really attractive," I told her. "I love the way it 
shows off your great legs. I bet it got a lot of attention from 
your classmates."
"Thank you!" said Angie. "I really needed that. The girls have been 
a little cold today and the guys weren't so chatty either. They all 
treat me like a little kid."
This was the latest chapter in one of Angie's biggest complaints 
about her position in this town -- her small build and her little-
girl features made it difficult for those who didn't know her to 
appreciate that she had a lively mind and a mature outlook on 
things.
"Naw," I reassured her, "it's just because the girls are jealous 
and the guys are left in awe."
"You always say the sweetest things," Angie said and leaned over to 
give me a peck on the cheek. As she bent over to nuzzle my cheek, 
her button-up blouse fell open before me. The two perky pink 
nipples projecting from her white chest looked exciting to me. They 
reminded me that my little friend Angie was also a developing young 
woman.
With my cock lengthening in my lap, I used the time until all the 
kids had boarded to adjust my mirror so I could see Angie better. 
As I drove, I kept glancing in it to look over those long lovely 
legs. It's a wonder we made the trip safely that day. Despite her 
feigned maturity, Angie was still unconscious about keeping her 
knees together like an older girl would. To my delight, her legs 
would occasionally part or she would slip down in her seat. At 
those times, I would get a glimpse of her plain white panties 
stretched across her little crotch. By the time we reached her 
house, I had a full erection.
I hurried home to jack off, my mind swirling with the quick view of 
her budding titties and the sight of her little-girl underpants 
peeking from between her slender thighs. Getting myself more worked 
up, I fantasized that she had known she was displaying her charms 
to me. I got tremendously excited at the thought that some girl 
would show herself to me in that way, even if she was five years 
younger than me. When it came, after only a few firm strokes, my 
wad soaked the toilet paper I was holding and my spine nearly 
crumpled from the intense pleasure.
When Angie boarded the bus the next day, I naturally noticed that 
she had on an even shorter skirt.
"I hope your classmates were more friendly today," I offered.
"No, they weren't. I even got some comments about how I was TRYING 
to look grown-up. But how do YOU like this outfit?"
"Come on Angie, you know I like your legs. You must be teasing me. 
The more I see of your legs, the more I like your skirt." She 
blushed again, but looked pleased.
As we drove along, the kids were even more bratty than usual, 
throwing paper at each other and raising an intolerable racket. But 
I could hardly tear my eyes away from the mirror. In addition to 
the normal disruption caused by boys throwing paper airplanes and 
teasing the girls, a ninth-grade girl on the aisle about halfway 
back absorbed my attention for a while, as she twisted and spread 
her legs to chat with her friend in the seat behind. But she was 
too far away for me to see more than a stripe of white between her 
legs. So I turned my attention back to Angie. It took very little 
movement for Angie to show me her underpants again, under her tiny 
skirt. This time, however, she caught my gaze in the mirror.
When we next stopped to let off some kids, she bent over to whisper 
in my ear. "How long have you been watching in the mirror?"
I glanced again down her blouse to see her protruding nipples, 
causing her to gasp, blush and clutch at her neckline. Then, I had 
a brilliant idea. Standing and turning toward the back of the bus, 
I made an announcement. "Since leaving school I have been watching 
everyone's misconduct. Now I am going to appoint a bus monitor ... 
ANGIE!"
Turning to Angie, I said, "I hope your mother won't mind you riding 
the whole route with me for what's left of the year."
"I'm sure she won't," grinned Angie, apparently forgetting my 
stolen peeks. "She says I spend too much time in front of the TV 
anyway."
Angie boarded the bus the next day with her mother's permission to 
ride the full route. This doubled my pleasure for her skirt was 
another short one, but not (I noted with disappointment) a real 
mini. She took her new job seriously, walking halfway to the back 
of the bus to untangle two seventh-grade boys who were wrestling. 
As the bus emptied, however, my little bus monitor had less to do 
and I could see Angie was getting restless. She stared out the 
window, tossing and turning in her seat. She clasped her book bag 
between her knees, blocking my view of her crotch. I kept looking 
up, in hopes of seeing something sexy, but the bus soon cleared out 
so only Angie and a couple of boys were left.
As I glanced back at Angie, I realized she had apparently forgotten 
she wasn't alone, and was rubbing her book bag up and down between 
her legs. I saw her skirt begin to bunch up in her lap and caught a 
glimpse of her underpants pressed against the rough canvas fabric. 
I thought it must have been my imagination, but I thought I noticed 
a slight darkening of her panties, as though moistened by her 
little pussy. My rod stiffened at the thought that this twelve-
year-old girl might be getting sexual pleasure while I watched.
But I happened to be looking in the mirror when Angie apparently 
remembered the way I had been watching the day before. Her eyes 
snapped up at my mirror in horror. A blush came to her cheeks as 
her eyes met mine.
When I finished the route and drove her home, Angie tried to get 
right off the bus without meeting my eyes, but I held the door 
closed for a moment, hoping against hope that I hadn't turned her 
off for good.
"You did a good job today, Angie. Thank you. I had time to tend to 
more important business than the brats."
"Oh yeah!!" she blurted, spinning toward me in anger. "What 
business was that? Looking up my skirt?" But she couldn't keep up 
the pretense of being angry, and finished her question with a 
giggle.
"Well, yes that was a very pleasant part of my job today. I would 
fall asleep if I got no excitement along the way. I noticed you too 
needed a little excitement."
Angie blushed again at my rebuttal.
As I opened the door, I couldn't resist one more tease. "Why do you 
blush so often Angie? Do you have SO many sexy thoughts?"
Pouting, she got off the bus. "NO!" she threw back at me as she 
flounced up the steps to her home.
When the next afternoon came, I feared Angie would be turned off to 
me. Indeed she acted colder, sitting primly in her normal spot, but 
keeping her knees glued together and avoiding looking at me. I just 
knew I had blown it and would have to retreat to our former bus 
driver-schoolgirl relationship. Oh, well, I thought to myself, 
there were only three more days of school left, anyway.
When we neared the end of the route, Angie asked me to stop for a 
moment at the next gas station, where she hurried into the ladies 
room. When she returned she was still acting cold. However, when I 
next looked in the mirror, Angie was smiling nervously at me. When 
I looked below her smile, I saw the reason. Her heels were on the 
seat and her panties had been removed! No longer were her knees 
together, either. I was looking right at the pink slit that 
separated her hairless pussy lips!
I couldn't believe my eyes, but neither could I do anything about 
it, with two other kids still to drop off. I didn't want to 
embarrass Angie, either, or treat her like a little kid. All I 
could do was smile back at her in the mirror.
When I stopped the bus to let the first one off, Angie crossed her 
legs demurely, and stared out the window. But when I started up 
again, a glance in the mirror showed she had resumed her previous 
posture, and was grinning crazily at me, as she displayed her bare 
little cunt.
After dropping off the last kid, I pulled into a nearby parking lot 
behind a church, stopped the bus, and turned to her.
"ANGIE! You are more distracting now than the other kids have been 
all year. How am I to drive with you like that? Put your underpants 
back on. PLEASE!"
But Angie responded with a pout, "I've been thinking the whole ride 
about what you said yesterday about my blushing at sexy thoughts. 
Everybody treats me like a six-year-old! I know plenty, from 
reading books. But I'm so slow in developing that no one will ask 
me out and I have no real sexual experience. Riding here on the bus 
with you, my imagination was just running wild."
"I kept thinking about you looking up my skirt and down my blouse 
and it really turned me on. My panties just got soaked. See?" 
Extracting them from her book bag, she handed me her white cotton 
panties.
"Yes they are wet, Angie. You sure you didn't wet them under a 
faucet at the gas station?"
"No," she said, with a nervous little grin, "they've been wet since 
I boarded the bus, and they kept getting wetter the whole ride. 
Finally, I decided that, if you were interested enough to look at 
me, I would give you a real sight."
I realized Angie wanted to be assured that she was an attractive 
young woman. And that I didn't consider her just a little girl. I 
told her I loved seeing her pretty pussy, but I had to get her 
home. I returned her panties to her. As she put them away, I 
slipped my tongue out to lick a finger that had held her panties.
Angie saw me do it, and wrinkled her nose. "They do smell awful, 
don't you think?"
"No, they smell exciting, warm, and sweet to me."
Then she noticed the moisture on my fingers.
"Can I give you a tissue for your fingers? I am sorry I made a 
mess."
"No I will clean them," I said, and started licking.
"Ohhh that is horrible!"
"You wouldn't think so if you had a taste. Care for some?"
"I don't think so."
"You don't know what you are missing. I wish I had more."
She giggled again, "I know where there's more."
"Where?"
Once again, the little girl opened her legs before me. Tearing my 
eyes away from the lewd sight of a twelve-year-old beauty showing 
me her bare cunt, I saw the seat was wet with her juices.
"You are a living well aren't you?" Reaching out, I ran a finger 
through the wet streak on the seat. As Angie tried to scoot out of 
the way, her spread legs opened her white pussy lips further to 
expose the pink, rubbery flesh inside. I could see that her inner 
lips were engorged and stiff. Her entire crotch gleamed with the 
juices she had exuded. As I wiped my finger across the vinyl seat, 
I made sure the back of one finger brushed against little Angie's 
hairless pussy.
"Yow! That hurt! "
"I hardly touched you."
"It felt like a thousand volts of electricity. And now I am running 
worse."
With a quick glance around the parking lot, I got on my knees 
before her.
"Let me drink that before we have an awful mess to clean up."
Angie clearly didn't know what to do. Maybe she thought she would 
just be naughty with me and nothing would happen. Maybe she was 
hoping that I would just compliment her on her pussy, the way I had 
on her legs. I don't think her wildest fantasy included a 17-year-
old licking her cunt. Immobilized by indecision, she sat there 
spread-legged as I knelt to insinuate my tongue between her powdery 
thighs.
I'd never done any cunt-licking before, of course, so I had to rely 
on what I'd learned from Penthouse and other books. Angie's heels 
were still on the seat, so her little cunt was tilted up toward me. 
Judging from all the goo in her crotch, I suspected she was ready 
to cum. So I avoided touching the red knob at the top of her slit. 
Instead, I stuck my tongue at the very bottom of her pussy gash and 
inserted it as far as possible.
Angie uttered a heartfelt "Jeeezus!" as my tongue slurped upwards, 
spreading her reddish inner lips and extracting as much juice as 
possible. I could feel the fluttering muscles inside her pussy and 
I thought she was just about to get her cookies. I wanted to drag 
this out as long as possible, but not so long that we'd be caught.
I looked up at her only to find Angie staring wide-eyed at the lewd 
sight of a guy slurping her hairless twat. There was no question 
that I was doing the right thing, when Angie said, "Again!"
I was ready to oblige, but this time I continued my bottom-to-top 
tongue-work to swirl my tongue and lips around the hard nubbin of 
her little clittie. Then I was astounded to be nearly knocked down 
as her legs slammed together on each side of my head and her pelvis 
jerked back and forth, rubbing her slimy slit all over my lips and 
chin. Angie groaned and cursed, having herself a fine little time. 
Thrashing and twitching, she came and came.
When we reached her house I had to walk the poor dear to the door. 
Her mother greeted us, worried at her daughter's wobbly walk and 
flushed face.
"I think Angie has come down with a fever," I told her mom.
As Angie walked into the house, her mother said, "Thank you for 
helping my Angie. You have been so kind and attentive to her. She 
doesn't have any little friends, so this bus monitor job has been a 
godsend."
As I looked over Angie's mom's shoulder, I realized I had better 
keep talking, because Angie's bare bottom was visible as she 
ascended the stairs. So I babbled, "For now, maybe you should just 
make sure Angie gets plenty of rest. She's turning out to be a 
great bus monitor."
Turning away, I said "I want her again tomorrow," realizing only 
later that could be taken in more than one way.
Angie was back the next day smiling and light, beautiful and 
beguiling. When we had dumped the last of our passengers, we pulled 
into a different parking lot and got back to our intimate talk.
"What were you thinking yesterday that made your panties so wet?"
"About you."
"About me? You hardly paid me attention till the end of the ride.
What were you thinking of me?"
"I was wondering about you. About what your kisses would feel like. 
About what your bare chest looks like, if it is hairy. About how it 
would feel to run my fingers through your chest hairs. About how 
far down the hair goes. I wasn't thinking about what actually 
happened, but now I can't think of anything else."
"Well, my sweet, I hope we get to know each other real well, so 
let's answer some of those questions." I removed my tennis shirt.
"Nice chest. Real muscular." She reached over to feel my chest and 
run her fingers through my hair. I was glad I had spent time 
lifting weights.
"Are your nipples as sensitive as mine?" she asked, caressing one 
with a finger nail.
"Well, mine are pretty sensitive. Let's see how sensitive yours 
are."
But Angie pulled back. "No, I'm ashamed because I don't have any 
breasts," she mumbled, with downcast eyes.
"But, Angie," I said, "I liked what I saw the other day. I think a 
young woman's developing breasts are just as exciting as an older 
woman's. Let me see."
Reluctantly, Angie let me tug her sweater up to reveal her swollen 
nipples. Immediately, I lowered my head and fastened my lips around 
one. Sucking gently, I swirled my tongue around the smooth pink 
flesh, feeling the stiffening that I knew signified Angie's 
delight. As I moved my mouth to her other nipple, I noticed Angie 
had her head tilted back and her eyes closed. She moaned softly and 
I looked down to see her hands in her crotch.
As I sucked her other nipple, Angie reached forward blindly to 
smear her pussy juices all over my chest. Then she began to pull 
insistently on one of my nipples. When I sucked harder on her 
chest, Angie pushed me away.
"I want to see you," she said, her eyes wide and wild.
Glancing outside the bus to make sure it was safe, I unbuckled my 
belt, opened my jeans and pulled my briefs below my balls. My rigid 
cock was only about a foot in front of little Angie's fascinated 
gaze.
The thrill I saw in little Angie's eyes was exiting. A drop of 
moisture oozed its way to the eye of my dick.
"Ooooh LOOK! Is that like the wet that I was yesterday?"
"Yes Angie. I was wet like this yesterday too, although you didn't 
know it. And when I got home, I was a lot wetter."
"You said I tasted good. Can I have a taste?"
"Sure, I wish you would, but only if you really want to."
She reached out her little hand a touched the drop that was 
steadily increasing in size. Then she moved her finger to her pouty 
little lips and stuck that finger in. I thought how soft those lips 
would feel around the source of that fluid and my cock throbbed.
Looking up into my eyes she moaned a delicious "MMMMMMMMMM" as she 
savored a new flavor.
"I am glad you like it. You see there is more cumming."
She looked at my dick in glee. "More for me? Oh Boy!"
Sliding to the front of her seat, she leaned forward to lick the 
tip of my dick. A moan of "MMMMM" escaped from both of us.
"Now suck on it and move your head up and down on it."
Angie was new at this, of course. But so was I. Her teeth were 
abrasive at times and at times they were terrific. Occasionally her 
teeth hit a spot at a moment that was delightful. And a thought 
would cross my mind that she really wanted to EAT ME, which was a 
thrill and a fright. By letting her know how it felt and what I was 
thinking, she soon was giving me mostly pleasure.
Although her mouth was small, she was hungry and eager to please. 
With the anticipation I had been building up, I was not long in 
giving the dear a mouthful of cum. It spilled over her lips onto 
her chin.
From somewhere, she produced her panties to wipe up the overflow.
"This I will keep for a midnight snack."

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