THE BUS DRIVER

Mort Ashton had been a school bus driver for 30 years. He was 55 years

old now, short, balding, and sporting a handlebar mustache it had taken

him months to grow, let alone maintain. His gray beady eyes flickered

from one teenage girl to another as they boarded his bus, wearing those

wicked short skirts and low cut blouses with their ridiculous high

heels. Little whores, that's what they were. And he lusted after each

one of them hungrily. He hid his bald spot with a fedora that all the

teenagers made fun of.

"Hey, Mort, who do ya think you are? Indiana Jones?" They would tease.

"Aw, shuddup and sit down," was Mort's constant reply. Then he would check

his appearance in the mirror, wondering how much longer the hat would be

big enough to cover the greasy brown hair he had remaining on his head.

The teenagers knew he was sensitive about this and they also knew what a

lecherous old guy he was. The girls made a point to give him an eyeful when

they boarded the bus, leaning over and bending over, the naughty ones

knowing that he was sporting a woody in his tan uniform trousers that he

would love to plant in them if he got the opportunity.

One day his wish came true. He only had one young lady to drop off at the

end of his route and it was a long way to her home.

As he rounded the crest of the hill, the bus began to sputter and shake. He

made it to the top of the hill and the vehicle died as he managed to guide

it to the side of the road and park it in the gravel.

He was still 5 miles from civilization, alone with his passenger.

His passenger was Tootie Adams, a senior. Tootie came from a poor family, a

"large" poor family. Nobody knew exactly how many brothers and sisters she

had, but there were numerous rumours of incest and other shenanigans about

the brood she lived with. Like all the other teenage girls, Tootie dressed

in short tight skirts, low cut tight blouses, garter and thigh high hosiery

and spiked heels. Tootie was African American, but Mort found her all the

more enticing because she WAS black. He'd never fucked a black gal. Today

he might get lucky if he played his cards right. She was good looking black

girl, big tits, round ass, long slender legs. She wore her hair cut short,

in what Mort would call a "crew cut". It didn't detract from her feminity,

though. Nope, it sure didn't.

He checked in the mirror and saw her get up from her seat and walk toward

him, a look of genuine concern on her face.

"What's the matter, Mort? What happened?" She asked.

"Aw, the bus just died. You'll either have to walk the rest of the way home

or wait until I can get some help out here to fix it and take you home." He

explained.

"Walk! I can't walk five miles in these shoes!" She squealed, pacing back

and forth down the aisle.

"Well, I'll radio for help and we can just sit back and relax then, I

guess," Mort offered.

"I guess that's what we'll have to do, then," Tootie answered, sitting back

down in the seat.

Mort radioed in to the garage and was told it would be an hour or two

before help could get there.

"Looks like we're in for a long wait, Tootie," He told her, "Why don't you

move up here closer and we can get to know one another better?" He asked.

"Oh, okay. I guess so. Why not?" She replied, bending over to get her books

from the seat to bring them up front with her. "I guess I can study while

we're waiting."

"Yeah, sure." Mort replied, eyeing her long, slender legs.

They sat in silence for several minutes, Tootie studying her books, Mort

studying Tootie. He became bold and reached out to stroke her leg.

"Mort, what are you doing?" Tootie asked coyly.

"Just checking out those long purty legs," Mort replied, moving his hand up

her leg a little further.

"Oh. Well, help yourself. Don't worry, I like it when men touch me," Tootie

explained. She leaned back and opened her legs a little, giving Mort a good

view of her bikini pants with the crotch cut out.

"Like what you see, Mort?" She teased, opening and closing her legs slowly

and seductively.

"Mmmm...sure do! Can I move up a little closer and get a good look?"

"Yes you can," She answered, spreading her legs wide apart and throwing

her book aside, "Look as close as you want. You can touch too, if that's

what will make you happy. My daddy does it all the time, so does my

uncle and my big brother. We have alot of fun at my house."

"That's what I hear," Mort told her as he moved closer between her legs,

sliding his hands up her soft, supple thighs toward the sparkling

moistness beckoning him from within.

Tootie lowered her hips closer to Mort. She took his hand and placed it in

her crotch, "Feel it, Mort. Ain't it wet?" She teased, taking his finger

and inserting it into the dampness.

Mort thought he would faint! Never in his life had he dreamed he would be

doing this when he left his meager home for work this morning.

"Oh, baby. It's wet. It's hot! I want to fuck it!" He moaned.

"Well come here and let me see what you've got to offer," She commanded

him, moving his fingers from her crotch and licking the fluid from his

fingertips. She reached forward and squeezed the huge erection straining

against Mort's trousers.

"Oh Mort! What a big cock you have! I want you to put it inside me!" She

squealed as she stripped off her blouse and threw it aside. Her enormous

brown breasts joggled as she unzipped Mort's pants, pulled them down to his

ankles and the freed his monstrous appendage from his underwear so she

could get a good look at it.

"Well, well, if I had known what a monster you had been hiding from me all

this time, we'd have done this alot sooner," She told him.

Mort leaned back in the seat and Tootie straddled his lap, sliding her damp

cunt over his throbbing dick. Mort reached up and squeezed her tits,

pinching and pulling on the nipples, then he took them into his mouth, one

at a time and suckled hard, like a newborn baby.

"Oh, Mort. Suck them, baby. That's it! Suck them hard!" Tootie squealed in

delight as she lowered herself over his erection. "Oh yes! Your big fat

cock feels soooo good! Fuck me, old man! Fuck me!"

"Oh, yeah baby, I'm fuckin'. I'm fuckin'," Mort replied bucking his hips up

and down like a piledriver inside the tight, hot hole of this beautiful

young girl.

They fucked and bucked fast, then slowly, then faster again, each of them

drunk with the drink of lust and desire, working toward a satisfaction of

their thirst for climax, faster, faster, deeper, deeper, until Mort's huge

penis began to twitch and buck, emptying his seed into the teenager's womb.

As his huge cock pumped his spend into her, she jerked and writhed in her

own orgasm, twitching and tightening her cunt muscles around his throbbing

cock, until both of them were spent, exhausted and satisfied.

"We're gonna do this again," Tootie promised Mort as she put her clothes

back on

"You can bet on that!" Mort replied, pulling up his trousers and watching

the bus service van pull up behind their stalled vehicle.