Chapter 4
That Dirty Old Man
"Momma told me all about dirty old men, about them giving kids candy and all that, but I guess I really didn't pay too much attention to it, and now I'm glad that I didn't. If I had I probably wouldn't have let the D.O.M. — that's what I call him in my mind - do what he did in the bus.
"I never have found out what his name is, since we've never said a word to each other, and, really, I don't care. Just so he keeps on being 'dirty,' I don't care what his name is, or how old he is.
"Every morning I have to ride the bus to school, and like I said, that's where I met him. I don't ride a regular school bus, like most kids. The school bus doesn't come out where we live, so I have to take a regular bus, and since I leave for school just about the same time a lot of people are leaving for work, the bus is usually pretty crowded, at least at the start. There's a big business district the bus goes through, though, about halfway to the school, and a lot of people get off there. Usually, when I get on there are no seats, but after we pass through the business district I get a chance to sit down.
"I remember that I met him on a Monday, right after a weekend that I had sort of some trouble in. I was playing that weekend with a bunch of other kids out in the woods behind the house, and five of the guys that live around there got me alone down by the creek. They tried a sort of group grope, that I didn't go for, and things got sort of rough for a while. I had to scratch one's face pretty bad before I got away, and another one got a foot in the crotch that I don't think made him feel too good. Served him right! I didn't have anything against making out, as a matter of fact, I dig it, but not with a whole bunch of guys, and not out in daylight where anybody might come along and see.
"Anyway, the bus was real crowded when I got on, and all the seats were taken. I hate standing up in the front of the bus, constantly being shoved around as new people get on, so, like I always do, I worked my way back down the aisle until I was about halfway between the front and back doors.
"The road around my place is sort of twisty and turny, and I had a lot of trouble keeping my balance. I had my books under one arm, and was holding onto an overhead strap with my other hand, but still I was leaning back and forth as the bus went around the curves. Everyone else was, too, and that's why I didn't think a thing about it when I felt this hand, I was sure that it was a hand, on my butt.
"On the next curve, the other way, the hand went away, but when the road straightened up it came right back again, and this time it gave my butt a little squeeze. It made me pretty nervous, but there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it without raising a stink, and since I was the only kid on the bus, I figured that nobody would have believed me even if I had yelled.
"We were all so crowded together that I could hardly move, and I couldn't see who it was that was feeling my butt, much less move away from that exploring hand. Besides, it felt sort of good. Then I got to thinking about some guy standing behind me, playing with my ass and thinking about how smart he was and how loose I must be, to let him get away with it, and I know that my ears started turning red.
"I took a chance and let go of the strap for a minute, reaching around behind me to push the hand away. It worked, for a minute, then it was back, and this time the hand wanted more than just my butt to feel.
"The hand gave my cheek one more little squeeze, then started moving up. along my side, the side where my arm was up in the air holding onto the strap. The hand moved real slow across my ribs, then sort of cupped around in front of me and took a hold of one of my breasts. Wow, what a feeling that was! Some guy feeling me up right there in the bus!
"Because the bus was so crowded, and I'm sort of short, nobody could see what was going on, and the longer he rubbed his hand across my breast, the more I liked it. I guess I was sore of squirming around, it felt so good, and that encouraged him to try even more. His fingers went to the buttons of my blouse, unfastening just two of them, the ones right in the middle, and I felt another hand going up under my blouse in back, releasing the catch on my bra. I figure that he must have been holding onto a strap too, though, because the hand at my back left again as soon as my bra was loose.
"The hand that had been rubbing away at my breast in front slipped through the opening in my blouse, under the cloth of my bra and wrapped around my breast. His hand was hot, and it felt so good that I began to feel a wetness forming down between my legs. I remember hoping that nobody would be able to smell me, because I was sure that my body was just getting soaked from sex sweat, just like when I'd let some guy grope me in the back of a car at the drive-in.
"The fingers began playing around with my nipple, arid right away I felt it getting hot and so tender to his touch that I felt like screaming. It was almost like being tickled, but different. It made me feel hot all over, and sort of weak in. my legs. I had to hold onto the strap with all my strength just to keep from falling, although, with all the people packed in the aisle I doubt if I could have fallen far.
"Just about that time the bus went up onto the freeway, where it would stay for about three miles, and since the freeway is nice and straight there was no swaying around. That gave whoever it was behind me a chance to try even more. I felt his other hand, the one that had unsnapped my bra, lifting at my skirt. I was still feeling weak in the knees, and needed the strap to hold onto, but I let go of it for a minute to snatch my skirt back down. As soon as I reached for the strap again the hand was back, though, and it didn't take a whole lot of mental work to figure out that there was no way I was going to stop it without raising a fuss.
"It was only a couple of seconds before he had my dress up high enough that he could get his hand in under the hem. His fingers went right to my legs, between them, and began running up and down the insides of my thighs, with his thumb, pressing against my panties on every upwards stroke. I knew that he could feel the wetness there, and that he knew just how hot I was getting.
"I had never let any boy even touch me there before, and I've got to admit that I was sort of scared of what he was doing. I knew what that kind of thing usually led to, and I was thankful that I was on a bus full of people, where he couldn't do anything except feel. Or at least that's all I thought he would be able to do. It wasn't until a little later that I found out how wrong that idea was.
"One of the ringers pried the cloth of my panties away from the skin next to my leg, then slipped in, the tip of it coming to rest right on the lips of my pussy. I couldn't keep myself from spreading my legs. I was that hot already.
"As soon as I moved my feet apart the finger slid into me, but it only went a little ways before it encountered the membrane of my hymen, and I could almost feel the shock the guy must have felt at being stopped by it. I'm sure he had no idea that I was still a virgin, and feeling that blockage must have forced some radical changes in his plans.
"Even so, he didn't stop his playing with my body for long. His one hand continued to play with my nipple, and the fingers of his other hand continued their caressing of my pussy, back and forth between the lips, in and out slightly, never deep enough to contact the hymen again, but deep enough to really turn me on. I felt like my whole body was on fire, and I quickly got to the point where I no longer cared whether any of the other people in the bus noticed what was going on or not.
"All I wanted was for him to continue his wonderful fingerloving of my body, and continue it he did, soon adding still another bit of action to enflame me even further. He spread the fingers of the hand he had under my skirt, leaving one moving back and forth inside my pussy, and sliding one back to my anus.
"I felt the sharp ridge of his fingernail probing at it, pressing against it, then his finger slid in, and he squeezed the finger in my pussy and the finger in my anus towards each other. When he did that I almost screamed, right there in the bus, not caring whether the other passengers found out what was happening, just so he'd keep on doing it.
"Seconds later both his hands left my body, and at first I couldn't understand why he was stopping. It had felt so good that I didn't want him to stop, at least not right then. The bus began to slow, and I realized that we were nearing the stop in the business district where most of the people got off.
"As the bus emptied I got room enough to turn around in the aisle, and for the first time I got a look at the man who had been doing all those wonderful things to my body, and it was quite a shock. He was at least seventy years old, grey and bent over, even shorter than me. He looked like my grandfather, and I almost laughed when I saw him. I'm glad I didn't, though.
"He didn't give me a chance to say anything. He just looked at me with a big smile on his wrinkled face, took my hand, and led me towards the back of the bus. I was scared, not knowing just what he had in mind, but I was also hotter than I had ever been before, and almost dying for him to start touching me like that again, so I went with him.
"The big back seat at the back of the bus was empty, as were the last four or five rows, and when we sat all the way over to one side of the seat nobody could see us. He had me sit down nest to him on the seat for a minute, while he went back to playing with my breast, but that didn't last long. One of his wrinkled little hands, that looked more like a claw than a hand, pulled down the zipper of his pants, and when he did so his penis popped right out, stiff and hard and long. I had never seen a man's penis in the light before, although I had played with them at the drive-in, and I was surprised to see how big it was. They had never felt that big, and I wondered how they could get something that big into a woman's little hole.
"He let me look at it for a while, then he urged me to stand up. When I did, his hands went under my skirt again and pulled my panties off, then he pulled me over until I had to spread my legs on either side of him. His hands were on my hips and he pressed down on them, urging me to sit down, and for a moment I was frozen with fear. I didn't know for sure just what he was going to do, but I was afraid of it. Then the passion that he had built up in my body took over, and I followed his urging.
"I was standing facing the front of the bus, with my back to him, so I couldn't see the look on his face," or exactly where I was sitting, but I soon found out when my butt came in contact with the head of his penis. It felt like it was on fire, and when his hands spread the cheeks of my butt and the head of it slid between them it felt like someone had stuck a lit match in there. It didn't hurt, though. It felt wonderful, and the juice was building up so fast in my pussy that I thought it must be running down my leg.
"His hands moved my body around until he had me just where he wanted me, with the head of his penis pressed against my anus, then his fingers went back between my legs, spreading the lips of my pussy and beginning to play with it again. That really felt good, and pretty soon I was wiggling around, almost unable to support my weight in this bent-over position with my legs. I couldn't rest them, though, because every time I tried it put too much pressure on my anus.
"One of the fingers that had been playing around- in my pussy moved back to my anus for a minute, and I felt the combined hot and cold of the juice from my pussy being spread around my tightly puckered anus and the head of his penis. I guess it must have been pretty slippery, judging from what happened just seconds later.
"His fingers went back to my pussy, and he really began playing with it this time, flashing them in and out, rubbing a fingertip over the little bump that had become so sensitive. It felt like he was tearing me apart, and at the same time I was sure that I was going to catch fire at any minute, I was so hot.
"Then, with a quick movement that I couldn't have stopped even if I had know it was coming, he kicked forward a little with his feet, kicking my legs out from under me, and I fell, right onto and over his penis!
"As it slid into my anus I thought it was going to tear me in half. There was no easing it. It just slammed deep into my body, all the way in, so far that I could feel the little clumps of hair that were sticking out of his pants rubbing against the skin of my buttocks. It hurt terribly, but at the same time it felt wonderful.
"I tried to get up, and he let me move a little ways upwards, pulling his penis from my ass, then his hands went to my hips and pulled me back down. This happened four or five times, and by that time the sex-heat had taken over and masked out the pain, and I soon got the idea, pumping up and down on my own.
"His fingers went back to my pussy, and it was only seconds before I had an orgasm, the first I had ever had. It was beautiful. It felt like big waves of heat were running through my body, the surf from those waves breaking right down between my legs. My muscles seemed to be full of cramps, and a haze of red light completely blocked my vision.
"About halfway through my climax his hands left their work in my pussy and grabbed my hips, pulling my butt down tight over his penis and holding me there, and then I felt his piece of meat jerking inside of me and a warm gush of fluid spurted into my rectum, adding even more to the fire that was washing through me.
"I guess that my climax must have lasted only a few seconds, although at the time it seemed like hours, and when the last of those wracking shudders passed through my body I opened my eyes, and, very much to both my surprise and regret, I saw that we were only two bus stops away from where I had to get off, in front of the school.
"I jumped up, pulling his now-soft penis from my rectum, and grabbed my panties up from the floor where he had dropped them, stuffing them into my purse to put on later. He was just sort of collapsed there on the seat, a big smile on his face and his eyes tightly closed. As I looked at him, I suddenly felt awfully embarrassed at what I had let him do to me. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, and I grabbed my books from the seat and ran to the front of the bus, getting there just as the driver pulled up at my stop.
"As I stepped off the bus I felt terribly ashamed, but at the same time I felt wonderfully alive and exhilarated. As the bus pulled away from the curb I looked up at the back of it, and there the old man was, looking out the back window at me, a big smile still on his face as he blew me a kiss. I knew that he would be there again tomorrow morning, and I knew that I was going to look for him, just to make sure that, when the bus filled up, I would again be standing in front of him.
"Like I said, Mom told me about dirty old men, and warned me to look out for them. Trouble was, she didn't tell me the truth. She didn't tell me how wonderful they are. You can believe me, though, that I certainly look out for them now. I look for them everywhere, hoping that I'll find another one like my Dirty Old Man on the bus!"
Roger Z., the elderly man on the bus, is what the psychiatrists call a pedophile. The pedophile requires the cooperation of a child partner to achieve sexual gratification.
It is well known that in ancient Greece pedophilia, especially homosexual pedophilia, was well known and quite common and socially acceptable. However, for obvious reasons, precise statistics as to the current incidence of pedophilia are difficult to obtain, especially where very young children are concerned. While police records of parents' complaints that their child has been molested do provide some clue as to the prevalence of this sexual deviation, other factors must be taken into consideration.
For example, the adolescent "victim" in such a complaint may, in fact, have concealed her age, and behaved in a deliberate, seductive manner. On the other hand, the practice of fellatio and masturbation of male infants by their nurses and mothers is not rare, and this also constitutes pedophilia.
Usually the pedophile avoids coital intercourse with an adult love object because of his overwhelming castration anxiety. Instead, he is attracted to a young girl or girl child who does not elicit the same anxiety because she is weak and approachable.
The pedophile's fear of castration also reinforces his narcissism. It is generally agreed that love for children is usually based on such narcissistic tendencies. More specifically, unconsciously, the pedophile is in love with himself as a child, and he treats his child love objects in the same way he would have liked to have been treated as a child.
Like the homosexual, the pedophile identifies with his frustrating mother. However, the homosexual identifies with his mother's love for men. On the other hand, the pedophile is more narcissistic than feminine. Having identified with his mother, he behaves as he had previously wished his mother to behave toward him. Consequently, he chooses as love objects young children who remind him of himself as a child.
Freud described pedophilia as "the perversion of the weak and impotent, clinical evidence showing that most male pedophiles are partially or totally impotent, at least where coitus is concerned."
The pedophile's penetration of a young girl, vaginally or anally, may, of course, cause physical damage. However, the role of the child should not be minimized. Dr. P. Greenacre in his article The Prepuberty Trauma in Girls (Psychoanalytical Quarterly 19: 298, 1950), described the youngster's seductive attitude in provoking sexual trauma to herself, not realizing that, with some men, she will not be able to stop them when the activity actually reaches the point of penetration of the vagina, anus or mouth.
As mentioned above, when the immaturity of the young person is concealed or not readily identifiable, and her seductiveness plays a major role, a diagnosis of pedophilia might be questioned. Rather, one might be tempted to speculate that the behavior of such a child, in acting out her oedipal strivings, was more indicative of the presence of psychopathology than the pedophile's response to her actions or invitations.
Pedophilia is similar to other sexual deviations, particularly zoophilia and sadomasochism, as well as homosexuality and incest. However, zoophilia, which refers to sexual excitation by stroking and fondling animals appears to be more fetishistic and sadistic. Pedophilia is basically masochistic and bears no overt resemblance to fetishism.
The pedophile, although often engaging in elaborate secret hide-and-seek games, usually does not get caught. Exposure of his "naughty" behavior, and punishment by the authoritative adult, gratifies the pedophile's narcissistic identification with the child.
The masochism of the pedophile makes successful psychotherapy difficult. A habitual pedophile's intractability was epitomized by his statement: "It's worth going to prison for!"
Pedophilia must be differentiated from a primary disorder such as organic brain syndrome. A toxic condition or senility also may release pedophilic impulses, and may be treated as such. Although, in interviews with Roger Z., there was no evidence of the mental fogginess that comes with senility.
Once a diagnosis of pedophilic desire has been firmly and clearly established in a case, attention to the masochistic component of the pedophilia is essential in any form of therapy. If the pedophile's basic personality problem is a neurotic distortion, then psychoanalysis would be the treatment of choice. Of course, first the pedophile has to be identified by the concerned authorities. In this case, there is no way of telling how long it might be before Roger's affairs with young girls, his seductions on the bus, will be discovered and treatment begun. It is certain, however, that eventually he will be discovered, if only because it is only through discovery that his masochistic and narcissistic desires can be fulfilled. Desires which are as important to him as the gratification of his sexual urges.
"Ever since I retired, several years ago, I've had a big problem finding something to do with all my spare time. Time drags, especially when you pass seventy, and finding something to do with the time isn't easy. So, a couple of years ago, I got into the habit of taking the bus into town every morning. I would wander around town for a couple of hours each day, just watching the people, then, when I tired of that, walk over to the park where all the other old folks spent their time for a little pinochle with some friends. Late in the afternoon I would take the bus back home, watch TV for the rest of the evening, and another day would be over.
"Then, one day, I met Betty, and my whole world changed. I can't explain what happened, nor do I have any excuse for my actions, but the whole thing gave me a new lease on life. That first day with her was so beautiful that, no matter what happens, I'll treasure the memory of it till the day they slide me into my grave.
"That morning the bus was, as usual, very crowded for the first part of the trip into town. Usually there are still some seats left when I get on, but this day they were all taken, and I had resigned myself to standing up until we passed through the first of the suburban business districts, where most of the people get off each morning. After that I knew I'd have a seat the rest of the way into town.
"I got stuck about halfway back down the aisle, and had to get a good grip on one of the overhead straps to keep from getting knocked over as the bus stopped and started its way up the street. I was watching the new people getting on, playing a mental game with myself trying to guess what each person did for a living. There was no way for me to find out whether I was right or wrong in my guesses, but it was fun anyway, and helped pass the time away. There was one guy dressed in a very conservative gray suit with glasses and an expensive looking black briefcase who I was sure was a banker, a young kid in overalls with dirty hands I had pegged as a mechanic, and a young woman with a harassed expression that I figured was a housewife with a bunch of kids, getting out for a day of shopping by herself.
"Then there was a young kid, a girl, that I figured was about eighteen. I was probably wrong about her age, since they seem to mature a lot earlier these days than they did when I was a kids but the books under her arm said clearly that she was a student, probably still in high school. To this day I don't know why, but for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"She was a real doll, about five-five with medium length blonde hair, a shape that was pure sex waiting to happen, hips that looked like they were made for laying between, and a dress that was so short that if she had bent over she wouldn't have had a secret left. At my age there was no reason why I should have been paying that much attention to her, or noticing the things I did, but for some reason the sight of her aroused a sexual reaction in my body stronger than any I had felt in twenty years.
"I kept looking at her out of the corner of my eye, to keep from being too obvious about it, as she moved back down the center of the bus towards me. By the time the bus was full she was standing right in front of me, with her back to me. I moved forward one step when someone on my side of the bus got off, and we were standing right together, with both of us facing the left side of the bus.
"The bus came into the area where the road has a lot of bends, and as all of us standees began to sway back and forth my hand accidentally brushed against the fabric of her skirt where it was stretched tight across her butt. I stressed that the first time I touched her it was completely accidental. The second time, though, was quite deliberate.
"Knowing that nobody would be able to see what I was doing in the rush of bodies in the aisle, and hoping that she would do nothing to attract the attention of others, I sent my hand back to her butt, giving the firm flesh a little squeeze. I followed the squeeze with a bit of rubbing up and down, then she let go of her strap for a minute, just long enough to push my hand away.
"For some unknown reason I was feeling really brave, possibly because she hadn't yelled when I had first started feeling her butt, so as soon as she grabbed her strap again I put my hand right back on her butt, giving it a little four-finger pinch, then started to move it up along the warm curves of her body. I could almost count her ribs through the thin fabric of her blouse as I moved my hand along her side, then I slid it around in front of her and cupped one of her tits. It didn't take much of a feel for me to find out that what she had sticking out in front of her was all hers, and not just padding in her bra. For such a little girl she sure had big tits, and I just had to get my hands right on that warm, firm flesh.
"The bus hit a little straight section, which allowed me to release my hold on the overhead strap. As soon as I had both hands free I used the hand that was in front of her to open a couple of the buttons on her blouse, and my other hand I sent up under the back of her blouse. With one quick twist of my fingers, a motion I've had a lot of practice on over the years. I opened the catch on her bra, then I had to pull my hand from under her blouse and grab the strap again in a hurry as the bus leaned into another turn.
"With her blouse open and her bra free I was able to slide my hand in and get a good hold on that tit of hers. God, but it felt good! Her skin was hot to my touch, and in seconds her nipples had hardened into sharp little points, pressing against the palm of my hand. I was sweating and shaking, both from sexual excitement and from fear of getting caught.
"A few minutes later the motion of the bus changed as it climbed onto the freeway, and with the swaying stopped I was able to release my hold on the overhead strap and use both hands on her sweet young body. I grabbed some of the fabric of her skirt and began to lift it, but she reached around and pushed my hand away. Then she reached for her strap again, and as soon as she did I went back to trying to get her skirt up.
"It didn't take long to get it to the place where I could get my hand under it, and then I was home free. I slid my fingers between her legs, feeling the soft skin, like the finest of silk, and as I slid my hand upwards I pointed my thumb up, feeling it press against the cloth of her panties. They were already pretty wet, and as I rubbed the end of my thumb back and forth, feeling that little slit between her cunt lips, they got even wetter. I slid my hand around to one side to allow a couple of my fingers to get under the edge of her panties, pulling them down a little ways, and when she spread her legs apart for me, as I knew she would, I slid one finger between her lips and into her dripping wet cunt.
"That's where I got my big surprise of the day. She was still a virgin! That set me back a bit, let me tell you. I hadn't really been planning any of this as I went along — just sort of winging it — but when my finger hit her hymen, I was stopped cold. Trouble was, by then I was hotter than hell, and I had to have something. If I had stopped to think about it I'd have realized that there was no way I could have screwed her on the bus, even if she hadn't been a virgin, so what the hell difference did it make? Well, they say that where there's a will, there's a way, and you'd better believe there was a will.
"I was looking around, trying to figure out what the hell to do, and I noticed that the bus was off the freeway and coming into town. A lot of people always got off there, and so I got my hands out from under her clothes in a big hurry. The driver stopped, and when the crowd cleared out a little the girl turned around to me, seeing me for the first time. I didn't know whether she was going to be mad at what I had been doing, or cooperative. To my surprise, the only reaction she showed was shock. Then, when I thought about it, I realized that she probably wasn't expecting to see a man old enough to be her grandfather.
"She was standing there, like she didn't know what to do next, so I gave her a big smile of encouragement, took her hand, and led her towards the back of the bus. The bus was almost empty now, and I knew that nobody would be able to see us if we sat all the way over on the side of the wide back seat.
"I sat down and scooted across the seat until I was sitting right next to the window, and I pulled her along with me, sitting her down on the seat next to me. I got myself another handful of tittie to play with, then used my other hand to pull down my zipper. My cock was harder than it had been in years and, being pinned up inside my pants, was hurting something awful.
"As soon as I had it out I got her to stand up, pulled off her panties, and directed her over me until she was spread right over my cock. I waited for her to do something, forgetting for a minute that she was still a cherry and probably didn't know what to do. Then I grabbed her hips and began to pull her down on top of me. I had her facing away from me, so I could see her ripe little ass real clear, and with her legs spread apart that little rosebud of an asshole of hers was right there in front of me.
"She fought me for a minute to keep from sitting down on my cock, but that didn't last for long. She sat down until the head of my dong was pressed between her legs, about halfway between her cherry cunt and her asshole, then I slid the cheeks of her ass even further apart with my hands and let my cock slip back between her cheeks. I had to grab a hold of the shaft to keep it from going too far, then I had it pointed right at her asshole. As soon as I had it where I wanted it I reached around in front of her and began to play with her twat again. I could tell from the way she was getting wet that she was really getting hot, so hot that she was having trouble standing still. I got some of her juice on my finger, then brought it back to the head of my cock and her asshole, smearing it around to give me a little lubrication back there. I figured that her asshole was probably going to be tight as hell, and I was right.
"I stuck a finger back up her cunt and began to play with her clit with my other hand, then I kicked her feet out from under her and she fell right down onto my cock. She fell a lot harder than I had thought she would, and she damn near ripped the skin right off my cock when it poked through that tight little asshole of hers. It was unreal how tight she was, but once the head of my cock was inside her there was nothing to stop it. She must have taken a shit before getting on the bus that morning, because my cock just slammed all the way into her.
"I don't know how bad that hurt her, since she didn't make a sound, but she sure tried to get up in a hurry. I let her rise until my cock was damn near all the way out of her ass, then I pulled her back down again. I didn't have to do that many times before she got the idea and started pumping all by herself. I got my fingers back to work in her cunt, and I'll be damned if she didn't come just a couple of seconds later. Let me tell you, that little girl was hot.
"A couple of seconds later I had my own come, and it was a good one. It should have been. It was the first one I had had in almost three years. I was hoping that I'd be able to get another one, but my cock went soft on me right away, and then, a couple minutes later, she jumped up, grabbed her panties and books, and ran for the front of the bus. For a second I thought she had panicked and was going to tell the driver what had happened, but then I saw that we had reached the bus stop by the school. She got off, and when the bus pulled away from the curb I turned and looked out the back window. She was standing there, looking up at me with a big smile on her face, so I waved and blew her a kiss. She waved back, and I knew that I was going to be on the bus that afternoon, when school let out.
"As soon as I got to town I found myself a phone booth and called the school to find out what time classes let out. Then I called the bus company to check on the schedule, to find out what time the bus that went by the school at that time left town. Then I just waited around, going damn near crazy with impatience waiting for the time to pass.
"I caught the bus, and when it stopped in front of the school, sure enough, she was the first kid on. She looked around right away, looking for me, and when she spotted me, sitting way in the back, she gave me a big smile. She came back and sat down next to me, but we; weren't able to do a damn thing. The bus wasn't crowded, but there were too damn many people on it for us to take a chance on getting spotted. She did reach over, though, and give my cock one good squeeze, a squeeze that got it hard again right away. To be honest, that sort of surprised me. I didn't really know if I was going to be able to get it up again for her.
"There's a big patch of woods out by the end of the line, and we stayed on the bus all the way out there. When I saw the woods ahead I rang the bell for a stop, then got up, taking her by the hand, and led her off through the center door of the bus. We got some funny looks from the driver and a couple of the people who were still on the bus that far out, but nobody said anything, and we didn't pay any attention to them.
"I led her through the woods until we were far enough from the road that there was no chance of anyone seeing or hearing us, then I looked around and found a little grassy clearing. I began to strip off my clothes, and she followed suit. In minutes we were both down to nothing, so I walked over to where she was standing and gave her a little kiss, just barely touching our lips together, then took her hand and pulled her down onto the grass. I didn't know right then whether or not I was going to try to bust her cherry, but I figured that I'd better take it slow and easy no matter what was going to happen. I wanted her good and hot again before I tried anything.
"I bent my head down and gave her ripe young lips a little kiss, and my hands reached out for her titties, feeling their warm firmness, the hardening tips of her little nipples pressing tight against my palms as I rubbed them a little.
"She just laid there on the grass, not moving much, while I moved my lips across her body, tasting the tender flesh of her neck, then moving down to her full titties. Each of her nipples got a little kiss, then I sucked one of them into my mouth and gave it a good rubbing with my tongue. With my face down on her chest and my lips on her nipple I could hear the beating of her heart, moving awfully fast, as she got hotter and hotter. I didn't want to give up that tittie I had in my mouth, but I could feel my balls getting sore and my cock getting full and I knew that I was going to come all over the ground if I didn't start moving things along a little faster.
"I let go of her nipple and moved my head on down her body, spreading her young legs apart and then kneeling between them. When I looked up to see how she was reacting to my moves I saw that she had her eyes closed and her head was twisting back and forth on the grass. She was getting almost as hot as I was, and I knew that there wasn't a thing she had that I couldn't get, including that cherry of hers.
"I dropped my head down between her legs and gave her a couple more of those little kisses that I had been giving her titties, one on the inside of each thigh, then I sent my tongue right into her cunt, spearing it in until the tip of it was stopped by that damn hymen of hers. Her pussy tasted better than a T-bone steak, and I started sucking hard on it to get as much of that juice of hers into my mouth as I could. Sure did beat the hell out of Geritol! My cock was so hard and aching so bad that I thought it was going to explode at any minute.
"It wasn't long before her hips were beginning to jerk up and down in time with my tongue, and on one of the upward jerks I slid my hands under her ass, one finger going straight into her asshole. She was really tight back there, and I had a lot of trouble getting my finger in. I couldn't understand how I had managed to get my cock in that morning, she was so tight, but finally I forced my finger through and began pumping it in time with the thrusts of my tongue in her pussy.
"That really seemed to set her off, and in just a couple of seconds I felt her hands grabbing at the back of my head, pushing down, urging my tongue to move faster and faster into her freely lubricating pussy. She was so wet that I could feel the mixture of her love juice and my saliva dripping down my chin, and a little stream of it ran down the crack of her ass, splitting to flow around my finger and lubricating it even more, making it easier to slide it in and out of her.
"I knew, both from her actions and from what was happening inside my own hot body, that it was time to move on to other things. If I didn't we were both going to come, and I didn't want it to happen that way, with my tongue in her cunt and my finger in her ass. I wanted it to happen with my finger in her cunt and my cock back in that wonderful, tight asshole of hers. Especially since I figured that one come was all I had left in me for that day, and I didn't want to waste it.
"I slipped my finger out of her ass and my tongue from her pussy and quickly moved around until I was laying on top of her with my legs between hers. I could see from the look in her eyes that she was sort of scared, and even though I was so hot that I wanted to get my cock into her ass right then I figured that I had better take it easy. It took a lot c=f willpower, but somehow I managed it.
"I let the head of my cock rub back and forth along the lips of her cunt for a minute, pressing it against her clitoris for a little bit, then, as I felt it settling into the gap of her pussy I began to press, shoving it slowly into her, going slow deliberately so as not to hurt her.
"I let it slide in about halfway, right up to her hymen, then I rested for a minute to let her get used to the feel of it inside her cunt. She had her eyes closed again, and was panting and gasping and occasionally crying out with little moans, and I knew that I was hurting her with my cock. I knew what I had to do, though, so I did it. With one hard lunge I shoved my cock all the way into her cunt, breaking through her hymen, and she jackknifed under me and gave out with a scream of pain that I was afraid they'd be able to hear all the way out to the road. Her fingers clawed at my back, and then I pulled my cock all the way out of her, drawing back to let her relax for a minute. I had wanted to stick my cock back into her asshole, but that tight, cherry pussy felt so good that I forgot all about my first plan.
"I lifted her legs up and pulled them around until she got the idea and wrapped them around my waist, then I dropped my body back down over hers. The head of my cock made contact with her sweet young cunt again, and her hips jerked upwards, this time begging for the feel of it in her cunt, stretching her apart. I pressed slowly downwards, feeling the lips of her pussy spreading apart, then, when I felt the little drop as the head of it slipped inside her again I gave it a hard shove, a lunge with the entire weight of my body behind it, and it was in all the way, right up to the base.
"When I hit bottom, with the head of my cock all the way up at the entrance to her uterus, we both screamed a little, her from the feel of that big cock of mine in her virgin pussy, and me from the tight squeeze she gave me with her cunt muscles. The wait, the going slow, had been worth it. This was what I had been waiting for all day, and it was worth the wait.
"I began pumping away at her cunt, slowly at first, then faster and faster, pulling my cock almost all the way out of her cunt with each upstroke, then pounding down to shove it all the way in again. With each stroke into that tight pussy the fires got hotter and hotter inside of me, and I knew that it was going to be only seconds before I came. I was hoping that she was hot enough to come with me, since I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep it hard once I had shot my load into her.
"I felt her body beginning to jerk up and down under mine in uncontrolled movements, and the clutching of her pussy walls around the shaft of my cock, and I knew that she was going to make it. I had to hold on tight for a few seconds longer to keep from shooting before she was ready, but when I felt the juice beginning to flood around my cock and all her muscles tightened up, her legs locking around my waist, I knew it was time, and I let myself go. It had to be one of the best orgasms I've ever had. My body shook and shuddered, and it felt as though every muscle in my body was cramping. I couldn't breathe, and a fiery red haze dropped over my eyes, completely blocking my vision. For a moment I almost lost it and I began to think I was having a heart attack, but my orgasm just kept right on working, and pretty soon I forgot about my heart.
"Through that red haze I could hear her screaming out her pleasure, and her sharp fingernails raked across my back, leaving burning welts behind. Her body lunged up against mine, jamming her pussy against the base of my cock as her body thrashed around on the grass. She was getting her orgasm, and getting it good. The walls of her pussy were clutching arid pulling at my cock, milking every last drop of come out of it.
"Finally, as all things must, it ended, with both of us completely drained, I began to draw back away from her, slowly sliding my cock out of her still clutching cunt, and when it finally popped free with a wet sound she moaned, then her legs collapsed on the grass. I saw a little pool of blood on the grass under her, then she blocked my view of it as she reached down and began to stroke my cock with her hand, a move that I don't even think she was aware of making. My cock was getting soft fast, and then her whole body suddenly relaxed as she realized that it was all over, for today at least.
"For long minutes we both just laid there, completely drained by our experience. Eventually, I managed to get up enough strength to get up and reach for my clothes. She stopped me, though. I knew it was all over, but I guess she wasn't quite ready to stop yet.
"Somehow, with her lips and her fingers, she convinced my cock that it wasn't over yet either. I was so surprised when I felt it getting hard again that I couldn't move, but she did the moving for me. She pulled me down next to her on the grass again, rolled over onto her stomach without letting go of my cock, then pulled me up on top of her and guided my stiff cock right straight to her asshole. I guess what I had shown her on the bus that morning must have made quite an impression. She wanted it in the ass again.
"My cock went straight to her anus, and once the head of it was in the right place I gave it a hard shove, a lunge, and it drove deep through her anus and into her rectum with one swift plunge, just as it had that morning. The pain of my cock tearing through her unrelaxed anus must have been almost more than she could bear, judging from the scream she let out, but it must also have felt awfully good to her. She lifted her body up off the grass, helping me get my cock all the way into her. It was jammed all the way in, the head of it all the way up to the entrance to her lower intestine, and without me even having to pump she began to have another orgasm, a tearing climactic release that had her jumping up and down on the grass in complete ecstasy.
"I didn't think that there was anything left inside of me but I began to pump my cock in and out anyway, and in seconds I was halving another orgasm, a small one, but nonetheless an orgasm. It seemed as though I was going to just keep on coming that day, and it must have been because she made me feel much younger. Like, sixty years younger. Then my little orgasm turned into a big one, and the whole world seemed to fly apart in flaming fragments.
"The orgasm tore through me, filling me with a combination of heat and cold that was fantastic, and all the while this was going on I could hear the little screams, the grunts and groans and moans, that were escaping from her lips in perfect time with my pumping cock in her asshole. She was getting hers, just as I was getting mine.
"This time, when it was over, it was really over. I could hardly move, and she had to help me to get up and dress. I couldn't manage it by myself. She led me out of the woods, back to the bus stop", then headed for her home. Before she left, though, she made a date to meet me the next afternoon, on the bus. Just before I fell asleep on the bench I remember thinking that I should go to town the next morning, to the bus depot, and buy a good supply of bus tokens. They were cheaper than paying cash fare if you rode a lot, and I had the feeling that I was going to be taking a lot of rides on the bus."
Roger's continuing affair with Betty, the anal activities into which he has initiated her, will undoubtedly leave scars on her psyche which will affect her entire future life. Just how serious this will be may be determined by the way their activities are discovered, and the resulting degree of exposure to censure. If the whole affair can be hushed up, there might not be much psychological damage to Betty. If, on the other hand, her affair becomes common knowledge, it is doubtful if Betty will ever be able to make a satisfactory adaptation to adult sexuality.