STORY EXCERPT
“Don’t be such an idiot, Boyd. You’ll get arrested.”
Summer flicked her gaze up into the rearview mirror of the school bus in time to see two boys with their naked asses pressed to the windows as a Jeep passed them on the track. A lot of screaming was coming from the very back of the bus, where a fight seemed to have broken out.
So many kids were out of their seats and moving around now the bus was rocking, and Summer eased off the accelerator, reached for her microphone and ordered, “Everyone sit down please.”
No one paid her any attention. In fact, the shouting and screaming got louder. She slowed the big bus even farther and spoke again. “People, get back in your seats right now, thank you.”
No response.
Summer Grussell loved machinery, cars, trucks, anything with wheels. Even as a child she’d been more interested in playing with her older brother Kevin’s Tonka trucks than with her own Barbie dolls. So when he’d said he was visiting a friend for a few weeks she’d been happy to take over his job driving the school bus.
That had been six months ago and he still hadn’t returned, and right now she was no longer prepared to put up with the job. The kids had always been loud, unruly, and disrespectful, but this she was not prepared to tolerate. Even if it got her terminated.
She stopped the bus in the middle of the track and turned the engine, and therefore the air-conditioning, off. Then she stood up and starting taking pictures on her cell phone. The first ones she took were images of the naked rear ends of the two older teenage boys who seemed to consider mooning any passing traffic, or the other kids on the bus, funny.
She sent the pictures to her own e-mail account immediately, in case one of the kids took the cell phone from her, and snapped several pictures of a group of middle school children standing in the center of the bus, pushing and shoving each other. The rules were that all children must remain seated until the bus stopped. Technically it had just stopped, but no one seemed to have noticed that yet.
She sent those pictures to her e-mail as well. Finally she snapped a few general crowd shots in case the faces of the misbehaving ones weren’t clear. It’d be obvious who they were by process of elimination. She’d scarcely e-mailed them to herself when a couple of older boys yelled out, “Why the fuck have you stopped?”
She hit record on her phone just in time to catch the swear word, and grinned, sitting back in her seat but not answering. She took the precaution of putting her cell phone down her bra, still leaving it recording. There’d be no more pictures of course, but at least there’d be sound if one of those teenagers hit her, and anyone who took it from her would be up on charges of harassment.
“Hey, bitch, driver, I’m talking to you. Why aren’t you driving the damn bus?”
Summer continued to wait, hoping her cell phone caught the noise gradually abating. Only when the bus was comparatively quiet did she speak again. “Ladies and gentlemen, if you care to be seated, and if those older gentlemen, put their pants back on, then the bus will continue to take you home.”
She watched in the rear view mirror. There was some soft snickering and giggling, and most of the fighting middle school students had returned to their seats, but a group of older boys had not. Right then the two ringleaders, turned around and mooned her.
Damn. I wish I’d gotten that on my phone.
Maybe some of the other students would have taken a picture.
The two boys swaggered up to the front of the bus. Fortunately they’d pulled their jeans up so she wasn’t forced to see their genitals.
One of them leaned right over into her personal space and said, “Who do you think you are, bitch? Drive the fucking bus.”
“Yeah,” added the other one helpfully.
“It will be my pleasure to drive the bus, once you’re all seated. Health and safety regulations require all students to be in their seats when the bus is moving.”
“I don’t want to sit down and you can’t make me.”
The boy clearly expected her to argue with him, but Summer looked through him, to the rest of the passengers. Some of the other boys were coming forward now. She was starting to feel a little nervous. They were only teenagers but there were half a dozen of them and they would be more than a match for a sole woman. Thank God her phone was taping this altercation.
“If you aren’t going to drive we’ll throw you off the bus and drive it ourselves,” said the boy.
“Yeah,” said his friend, who was definitely just a follower.
“Do you have a drivers’ license for buses?” she asked.
“He hasn’t even gotten his license to drive a car yet. Sit down and stop being a fucking retard, Boyd. It’s hot and I want the air conditioning back on and I want to go home.” The speaker was an older girl, and several other people echoed her comment. Two of the boys standing in the aisle disappeared back to their seats.
As if the girl had unleashed their voices, a chorus of other children called out, saying they were hot, too, and telling the boys to sit down and be quiet.
“I still say we throw the bitch off the bus and drive it ourselves,” argued Boyd.
“Yeah.”
Summer was beginning to think she might have to fight them off. She absolutely couldn’t let them attempt to drive the bus and risk the lives of thirty other children just to stroke their testosterone-fueled male egos. But fortunately the older girl who’d spoken first stood up in her seat holding her cell phone in the air.
“I’ve pressed 9-1-1. On the count of three I’m pressing call. One… two—”
Everyone in the aisle raced for their seats except Boyd and his echo. But the follower did show a modicum of sense. He tapped Boyd’s arm and said, “Um. Boyd?”
ADULT EXCERPT
And then Roland was licking her ass, wetting the hot skin and puffing air over it. Damn, that was sexy and felt good. Chris pushed a hand between the bedding and her breasts, cupping and smoothing them and gently tweaking her nipples. Instantly she lifted up for him, wanting more of his touch there. Her breasts were heavy and achy, the nipples tight with need.
Chris stroked and petted her breasts and she pushed them into his hands loving every moment of his touch. She was concentrating so much on Chris and what he was doing that she hadn’t noticed Roland’s finger penetrating her ass, until a hot slippery finger was inside her massaging her ass opening it with slick cream.
Fucking hell. Were they going to fuck her there or was this part of the dungeon game? She wanted to ask but decided they wouldn’t tell her. The whole point of being a sub was to wait and learn what her masters were trying to teach her. So Summer pushed her butt back onto Roland’s finger and her breasts into Chris hands. Damn that all felt good. Very, very good indeed.
Roland was massaging some kind of cream or ointment all over her ass cheeks, soothing them from the spanking, but also rubbing it all around the tight muscle ring of her back door, and inside along the tight channel there. Summer was convinced they were going to fuck her again. Maybe double fuck her. One in her cunt and one in her ass. At the thought of both of them inside her at once her cunt dripped honey onto the blanket beneath her. Oh yes, that would be amazing, She really would like to try it and right now seemed like the perfect time.
Chris pinched her nipples stretching them and teasing them.
“Use your arms and push your upper body up off the blanket, sub,” he ordered her.
She could do that. Especially if he planned to suck her nipples.
She did as he said, leaving her ass under the control of Roland and offering her breasts to Chris. Sure enough he sucked one nipple deeply, and licked around her breast, stroking the sensitive skin there. “So good, Master,” she whispered, not sure if she was allowed to talk, but careful to call him Master.
He treated the other one the same and she sighed happily, keeping her weight on her palms, and switching her attention to her ass where Roland was stroking in and out with two slippery fingers now.
A sharp nip of pain caused her to look down at her breasts, completely forgetting her head was wrapped in a shirt and she couldn’t see anything anyway. Chris sucked her nipple again and tightened the pressure on it.
“Nipple clips?” she asked.
Instantly Roland’s gentle, soothing hand turned into a weighty spank on her butt. Summer wasn’t sure whether that was because she’d spoken, or because she hadn’t called him Master. Either way she decided they definitely were nipple clamps on her breasts and so she didn’t need to ask any further questions.
She was still assimilating that when something pressed at her back door. It was solid and hard, but not a cock she was sure.
Roland leaned his hand on her lower back and said, “Breathe out, sub.”
It was clearly an order and she wanted to ask why. There was no logic in her breathing out right now, but she did it anyway. The toy pressed into her ass again, popping through the right of muscles and sliding inside her. There was a slight burn along her walls, but they accommodated to the pressure reasonably well.
Immediately both men rolled her over and Chris sat astride her hips, pressing her butt onto the hard floor of the tent and the solid dirt underneath it. She guessed he must have had most of his weight on his feet, or maybe his knees or calves, but not on her anyway, or he would have squashed her. But he was definitely doing it to tease her ass and make her very aware of the toy deep inside her.
Both men petted and touched her all over her belly, her breasts, and her arms and legs. From time to time, Chris rolled her hips using his body weight, stirring the toy in her ass and making her desire increase exponentially.
Finally her entire body was throbbing with need. Summer couldn’t decide which part of her was the most aroused. Her breasts, in the nipple clips, were swollen, hot, and aching to be sucked. Her ass was full, and her cunt empty. She wanted, no needed, a cock in her cunt, and a mouth on her breasts.
“Fuck, me please, Masters. Fuck me now,” she asked.
“The sub doesn’t get to choose the timing. The Masters will decide when the sub is ready.”
“Well this sub is a long way past ready. This sub is likely to explode before you put your cock anywhere near her if you don’t act soon,” said Summer.
Roland snorted and turned it into a very unconvincing cough, but Chris said, “Because of your disobedience, sub, there’ll be no orgasm for you tonight.”
He climbed off her and rolled her onto her side, covering her with the blanket and walking out of the tent.
“What the fuck?” Summer wondered if it was a trick. She listened very hard but couldn’t hear any noise, not even breathing. They were barefoot, so she couldn’t be absolutely positive both of them had left, but she thought they probably had. Left her here, alone, and needy.
“Hey, Masters, on the count of three I’m pulling this shirt off my head and using my fingers to solve my problem,” she said loudly.
There was no answer at all.
Well fuck them. She pulled the shirt off and they were both still sitting in the tent, only a few inches from her, with huge grins on their faces.
“Who has been a bad, bad sub?” asked Chris.
“Who needs a good paddling for not trusting her Masters to know what is best for her?” added Roland.
“Who the fuck teased their poor sub unmercifully?” she replied.
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