****** Schoolgirl Crushed by Wetpussy ******
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Schoolgirl Crushed


Chapter 1: Bus ride

I woke that morning in a foul mood. I hated my life. I hated the way my hair
never did anything that I wanted. Most of all, though, I hated my mother for
divorcing daddy and dragging me out West to the tiny town in the middle of
nowhere that she grew up in. Never in my eighteen years had I seen anyone
treated as unfairly as I. My senior year of school, and I had no friends in
this God forsaken place. The nearest neighbor was over a mile away, and they
didn't even have any kids.

Anyway, I grouchily ate some cereal and tromped off to meet the bus. A real
yellow school bus, I had always walked to my school in the city. Here, though,
we lived a good half hour from the school. When it came, I steeled myself and
climbed up.

All conversation stopped as I walked down the aisle. Everybody was examining
the new girl. I had tried to dress up today in a matching denim skirt and
jacket with a white blouse. As usual, the boys' eyes rarely made it above my
chest, but my face, framed with my dark hair, is okay, too. The only seat that
I could find on the whole bus was all the way in the back. I thought that it
was unusual that people were two and three to a seat up front, but the last two
rows of the bus were empty. I asked a girl if there was something wrong with
the seats, but she said no without even looking at me. I sat in the last row,
thinking about how long this last year would feel.

There was one stop after mine. As we slowed to a halt in front of an old and
uncared for house, a group of five boys fought to get in a line behind the
largest, a boy bigger than most men. As they noisily got on, I had a sinking
feeling that I knew why these seats were open. They made their way down the
aisle. When the first one noticed me, his eyes widened a little and he started
to move a little faster. The ones behind him, however, were doing their best to
imitate the mentality of a motorcycle gang, cussing and shouting as they
walked, banging into any body parts that weren't hidden safely behind a seat. I
looked frantically for another seat, but there were none.

The ones behind the leader quickly fell silent as they spotted me. The first
one plopped down beside me and the others filed into the seats in front and on
the side of mine.

"What you doing in our seat bitch? You see any other stupid whores sitting
here?"

In shock, I stammered out that there weren't any other seats. The big one
looked at me for a second before putting a beefy hand on my thigh at the hem of
my skirt.

"Okay, slut. You pay the toll and we let you ride."

The hand on my leg was squeezing painfully.

"I don't have any money on me. I'll pay you tomorrow, Okay?"

"Sure, bitch, money tomorrow, but tits and ass today."

As he spoke, the hand moved higher and higher, taking the skirt with it. The
other boys turned to watch their leader in action. My hand flashed down to stop
his, but a knife suddenly appeared in the hand of one of the others.

"Don't worry, we won't cut you here, the driver might have to notice that.
We'll wait until you and your mother are home together. Then we'll come over to
your place. Think your mother will like to party with us?"

I forced my hand down to the seat beside me. As he started to move his hand
again, I looked around. No one would look back here, the driver didn't even
check his mirror. The invading hand was on my upper thigh now.

"Open up your shirt, slut, I can't do everything. Unless you'd rather we cut it
off."

With visions of knives sticking out of my mother and myself, I raised my
shaking hands and began to unbutton my blouse. I couldn't believe that on a
crowded bus, I could be attacked like this. I jumped as his fingers made
contact with my panty covered crotch. He began rubbing and squeezing the
sensitive flesh between my legs.

By now, I had finished with my blouse. A boy leaned over the seat back and
pulled the halves of material apart. My breasts, encased in their 36c cups were
the center of attention. The leader took the knife from the other boy and
brought it to my chest. Trembling, I held my breath as the tip slid over the
pale skin and insinuated itself under the strap holding the cups together.
Tears streamed down my face as the blade snapped the cloth.

The one leaning back reached out and pulled the bra cups from my breasts,
running his rough fingers across them. As he began lightly pinching my nipples,
I felt my skirt being lifted. Looking down, past the strange and unwelcome
hands mauling my breasts, I saw the leader slip the knife blade under the side
of my panties and cut. Doing the same to the other side, he pulled from me the
only protection that I had left between them and my most intimate place. He
gave the knife to another boy sitting in the in front of me, who promptly
started to remove the remains of my bra.

The hands were all over me now. They squeezed and pinched my breasts and
nipples. They rubbed my face and stomach. Worst of all, though, was feeling the
massive fingers of the giant beside me, prodding the lips guarding my virgin
vagina. One of his hands shoved my legs further apart, exposing everything to
their gaze. His fingers moved back to the entrance to my body.

"Please don't do this. I won't tell anyone, not my mother, not the police.
You've had your fu..."

I didn't even see the hand that slammed into my face. My head rocked to the
side, hitting the window, leaving me dazed and in shock.

"I'll do what I want, whore. You think no one else knows what we're doing? They
all do. They just don't want it happening to them or their sisters or their
mothers. So you just sit back and enjoy yourself, I know I will."

I sat quietly as the fingers made their way again to my crotch. I could feel
the rough skin of his hand scraping between the dark-haired lips of my sex.
Other hands still played with my body, but all eyes were on the hand between my
legs. A single digit forced its way into me, wriggling around in my tight
orifice.

I had to let out a small shout as the finger pushed against my virginity. The
boys surrounding me giggled in response.

"Damn, the bitch is a virgin. Think we can help her with this, guys?"

Fortunately, the bus was now pulling up to the school. If it hadn't, I swear
that they would have raped me right there. The big one yanked his finger out of
my dry hole. When he held it up, I could see that it was coated with a sheen of
blood.

"Lick it, bitch," he said s he shoved it in my mouth. His finger explored my
mouth as he spoke to me. "Okay, tomorrow you get on the bus and leave our money
on this seat. You can sit anywhere you want. The price is 100 dollars for each
day that you use our space. If you don't have the money, you have to sit here
again. Got it?"

I was in a daze from the events of the last twenty minutes. I could only nod
silently as the bus came to a stop and the hands invading my body were removed.
"And fix yourself up. Do you want everyone in school to know what a whore you
are?"

I looked down at myself. My blouse was still open, exposing my now sore
breasts. The denim skirt was resting on my stomach, and the dark brown curls
between my legs were still spread enough that that the lips were visible.
Quickly, and still in a fog, I got myself back together as best I could,
acutely aware of my lack of underwear.

We were the last to get off, and as we walked, me sandwiched between the boys,
the big one behind me fondled my behind.

"Oh, by the way, slut, if you have to sit with us tomorrow, don't bother with
the bra and panties. We'll just cut them off again."


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