The Last Day Of Term
by Antman



The back half of the bus was full of girls, including the wide back seat.
The boys were in the front half..looking decidingly nervous. Another
chorus of shrieks , giggles and laughter filled the ears of the driver.
He called up.."Heyyyy   ..you lot up there.Keep it down I'm trying to
concentrate" . He cursed under his breath, as the car in front slammed on
it's brakes...and he had to apply his. As the school bus shuddered to a
crawl..another burst of shrieks and loud calls, came floating down from
the upstairs seating. He glared in the mirror, which showed the upstairs
,,, seeing a whirl of teenaged girls in school uniforms, as they pranced
and larked about . Downstairs, a couple of boys were smoking, he tried
not to notice as the acrid smoke swirled around the bus. He hated the
school run...always noise, and bedlam, short skirts and cocky
boys...knowing glances..and sneers ...ohhh.!!!...he welcomed the
weekends, when grannies and mothers with babies, made up his usual
travellers..Again he thought he heard, among the girly shrieks, and
screams..a boy's deeper voice...but he put that out of his mind...as he
concentrated on getting the bus through the rush hour !
"MMMMMMPHHHHH !"...he was getting desperate now. His face encircled in
the grey pleats of the skirt, her thighs clamped round his face , holding
his head still. His breathing muffled by the white panties that covered
his mouth and nose, the softness spread out enfolding him in her feminine
softness, the heavy musky scent of her flooding his brain, making his
senses whirl.
He had been unaware, when he climbed the bus steps, to the upstairs, that
the four girls on the back seat had planned all this. Seventeen years
old, and the biggest teasers in the school, the girls, had picked out
this shy 15 year old, for their particular torment on the last day of
school, before the summer break . The smallest girl, Marie, had enticed
him, out of his book, with her soft doe like eyes, and encouraged him to
join her on the back seat, to tell him about her future holidays.
He gasped in desperate short gasps of air, that the girl allowed him, and
shrieked into her crotch, before she settled her smothering softness on
his face again, clamping her strong inner thighs against the sides of his
face...allowing him no respite. The soft grey pleated skirt, billowed
around his head , allowed him no vision...and in that he was lucky, no
one could see him humiliated, red face, his tears, his desperate
eyes......
There were four of the girls on the back seat, boys in front of the
group, glanced nervously backwards, then turned their faces foreward, as
the girls started to laugh and giggle as they pushed the 15 year old boy,
down onto the floor, in front of the seat. He struggled, but only half
hearted, not realising what they had had in mind, and then it was too
late.  The 17 year old girls, were strong, and determined, and they knew
what they were doing...they had done it every year, at the end of
term..hence the nervousness of the other boys on the upstairs deck of the
bus .
Marie, had straddled his face, forcing his head back over the edge of the
seat , settling herself heavily on him, smothering him with her crotch .
He had tried to push the long haired dark beauty off him, embarrased, and
desperate, but the girls sat on either side of him, had grasped his
skinny wrists , in their strong hands, and pulled them out and down,
clamping his arms in the sinewy strength of their young thighs, clamping
hard, and gripping them in lithe bands of steely muscles, that he could
not free his arms. He tried to arch his legs up, to try and bridge his
face from that soft, perfumed smothering clamp that held his face . But
the other girl , on the back seat, slid off, her grey eyes shining, her
long blonde hair swishing her heart shaped face, as she slid off the
seat, to kneel, straddling the boy's kicking legs, pinning them to the
floor.
Again, Marie, raised herself up an inch, allowing the trapped boy a gasp
of air, then as he screamed, the girls' drowned it with their shrieks and
screams,  ,and Marie, lowered herself again,shuffling her shapely hips ,
sealing the poor boy's mouth and nose in her softness again .
The driver, heard the muffled boys scream, just before it was drowned in
the higher pitch of the girl's voices...and shrugged...nothing to do with
him...letting off steam after school...it happened every day...just as
long as they don't  distract him too much...they did as they liked !
The boy, hoped desperately, that his class mates, would come and help,
but of course, one look from the grown up faces, of the girls they
reguarded as pin ups, and Godesses, and they hunched down in their seats,
pleased it wasn't them having to bear the humiliation of that day !
In his perfumed, prison, the boy tried to twist his arms free, but felt
the strong feminine thighs tighten on his feeble arms, gripping and
holding them helpless. Already, he felt the strength gone out of them.
Again he tried to kick the blonde girl off his legs, but her legs
tightened too, her legs, stronger than his, held them clamped together,
while her weight pinned them to the floor. He twisted his body
helplessly, his muffled sobbing reverberating into Marie's crotch, making
her big dark eyes roll, and her teeth to bite her lip in excitement, as
she felt him writhing helpless beneath her.
Suddenly, the hapless boy, felt fingers scrabbling at his crotch, fingers
catching at the zip of his trousers, pulling it down...He twisted and
writhed in desperation, screaming "NOOOOOO"...into Marie's softness,
hearing the muffled screams and shrieks of his tormentors, through his
ears , securely clamped between Marie's thighs. She settled herself more
firmly on his face, stretching his head back over the edge of the seat,
he felt the pressure of the rough leather biting into the back of his
neck, and he was forced to arch his body, allowing the blonde girls, to
slide her long fingers  into his opened fly, and down inside his boxer
shorts.
He sobbed, in helplessness, as he felt ther long, soft fingers gently
push his penis aside, and slid further lower .
His arms lay weak , and numb in the powerful grips of the girls who
clamped them in their sinewy thighs. His legs were pinned and gripped
between the stronger legs of the blonde girl, whose fingers continued to
explore in the boy's crotch .
"I won't tell you again up there !"..The driver's voice floated up the
stairs.."Less Noise !!..or you all get out and walk"...another burst of
girlish shrieks and screams cut into his protest, and he sighed in total
exasperation, as his voice went unheeded ...again !
Suddenly, the boy's body went rigid...and a curious high pitched muffled
scream came from Marie's spread skirt over the boy's face. The blonde had
a smile of deadly satisfaction as her fingers tightened again around the
boy's testicles, revelling in the squashiness that her girlish fingers
could produce. The boy's hands were now in claws as they frantically
clutched at air, as the agony clutched again in his stomach, and
transmitted to his brain. The girls' cruel shrieks of glee drowned his
screams of pain, as the girl gripped tight again !! Marie smiled grimly,
allowing her hips to settle heavily on his jerking head feeling the
shuddering orgasm that gripped her body, as he felt his desperate
attempts to free his head from her smothering grip.
The bus drew to a stop, and the driver watched dispassionately, as four
young ladies , camr tripping down the stairs, giggling and laughing, as
they gave him coy and seductive glances, before stepping lithely off the
bus. The bus revved up, and pulled away. Upstairs, on the back seat, a
boy sat sobbing helplessly, totally humiliated, his balls throbbing with
agony that sent shooting pains into his stomach, his trousers still
gaping at the crotch..His arms hanging limp and numb with weakness,.his
friends keeping their stony faces to the front...wondering whose turn it
would be the following term !!