She sits on her own

Abbie looked around the back of the cramped minibus, wondering where she should sit. The eight old men in the back all tried to persuade her to sit by them. They were by turns both charming and lewd. Abbie felt flattered, though a little intimidated, by their obvious desire.

Should she sit by John Ray? And if she did, would he want her to dip her head into his lap and give him another blow job with those soft moist lips of hers?

Or Mark Chambers? And if so, would he want to slide his gnarled old cock between her large firm teenage tits once more?

Or Frank Rosen? His cock was even now causing an unnatural tent in his trousers, without the aid of viagra. Would he need her delicate fingers to again more massage his throbbing hardness into a gooey mess?

The eighteen year old decided that the only way to be fair to all of them was to unfold the single seat at the front and sit on her own. She wasn’t sure what Miss Barnard and the people behind oldguysfucking.com would think of that. But then this was just a trip out for the old folks. No cameras here in the minibus… were there? The teenager looked up at the ceiling of the minibus and shivered slightly.

There was a groan of disappointment as Abbie unfolded the single seat and sat down. In sitting down, she tugged unsuccessfully at her short tight miniskirt as rode up, revealing rather more of her thighs than the shy teenager had intended. At the front, the lecherous old bus driver, Gus, made a point of angling the rear view mirror downwards and Abbie hoped that he would be able to concentrate on his driving rather than her legs.

Once everyone was seated, Gus dimmed the cabin lights and thrust the minibus into gear, driving away with a lurch. They departed the Belle Vue retirement home and drove out into the country, heading for the city lights.

There came a steady chorus of raucous singing as the pensioners warmed themselves up for an evening at the strip club. Abbie fielded some improper suggestions with good natured and flirtatious banter. And the teenager noted that everytime she crossed or uncrossed her legs, she drew unwelcome attention from Gus, so much so that the bus swerved violently several times. Otherwise, she tried to ignore most of what was going on around her.

It was therefore some time before Abbie realised that things had gone strangely quiet. Quiet, except that his for some muted tittering behind her. Tittering and… Heavy breathing?

Abbie turned slowly… And came face-to-face, or at least eye-to-eye, with the business end of Abe Prescott’s engorged cock. Clearly the old man had responded to a dare to sneak up on the unsuspecting teenager. He held his rock hard shaft in one hand and was pumping it furiously as he looked down upon her milky white tits as they struggled to escape the tight stretchy low-cut top. Abbie had barely time to register the old man’s presence before his cock exploded in an eruption of sticky white goo which struck the young nursing home aid full in the face, splattering across her thick dark hair and running in rivulets down her glasses.

Shocked, abbie leapt to her feet. And it was probably a good thing that she did, because the next thing that happened was that the minibus jerked to a halt. Abbie was thrown backwards against the back of the driver’s seat and Abe was thrown down on top of her. As she lay partially dazed, Abbie was aware of Abe’s still hard cock gently leaking a streak of gizz down her leg, as his head nestled in her cleavage.