Chapter 425: Racial Tensions

Since the restaurant was empty, except for our group, I got them all together and said, “In the last few months, I’ve had girls of different colors and races asking me if I minded them hanging out or doing things with me because I was white. Twice since I started being your shuttle bus driver on this trip, I have heard people attacking Wally’s heritage for being Cherokee and Shoshone. You can sit here to say you are Asian-American, African American, Unicorn-American, Marshmallow-American, Miss-American. I don’t care how you represent your ethnicity, but he is the only one-hundred-percent American of everyone in this room. The rest of us are immigrants. If you don’t know your history about the United States, then you need to go do a lot of reading.”

They looked stunned and shocked. A few kids were on their phones, looking up what I said.

I don’t need to worry about those being racists or prejudiced. That is something.

“My parents raised me to be color-blind and tolerant of people’s sexual preferences. I’ve never cared about someone’s gender identity, either. I know girls who are tomboys and boys who are so effeminate that you wouldn’t say they weren’t girls unless you checked their underwear. Others will piss you off because they look better than you do. As some of you found, April, my daughter, is being raised by my parents the same way they raised me. I don’t care how much money your parents have, how powerful you think they are, or what you think you can get them to do to me. I am driving this bus to the driving school as a favor to the owner. I’m paying for the gas, food, maintenance, clothes, water, and everything else needed to get you there out of my pocket. April is three, and I know that my parents had nothing to do with how she had you cowering in the corner in fear. If I hear of any of you saying anything racist, sexist, or anything else meant to attack anyone else on this trip, even it is your sibling, you will find yourself dropped off to secure your transport to the driving school or back home. I’m not tolerating it. There are some things that I will overlook that wouldn’t fly anywhere else. The bus driver and I are the only adults on here, and we aren’t chaperones. You do something that causes a nine-month sickness, that is your fault. Bart can help ensure that won’t become a problem if you so choose to get knocked up. Questions?”

One of the guys I could tell was a trust-fund-baby with the arrogance to go with it, asked, “So you’re saying I can hit and quit all the chicks on the bus interested in a dick, as long as I don’t say anything about their color or race?”

“You can try, but I wouldn’t expect that any girl, or guy, to drop their pants for you how they do for you at home. Your daddy won’t be paying them obscene amounts of money to agree to be your friends or bed warmers,” I answered. “Before you open your mouth, again, when was the last time you sat down and talked to someone when they weren’t immediately interested in whatever you were saying? Have you had anyone you thought was your friend tell you to cut it out or shut the fuck up when you were a dick? Give that some thought. Know that no one here is on this bus for you or your needs. We have excellent wi-fi connected to multiple providers. If you don’t want to try to figure out how to talk to others that aren’t paid to pretend to like you, then you can go hang out in your bunk to do whatever on your devices.”

“Anyone else?” I asked. “You can ask me in private if you want.”

A few wanted to talk in private. Mostly it was the younger kids asking if they could have another kid in their bunk, including ones of the opposite sex. I told them that it was up to the kids they wanted to be in the same bunk area. If they could make it work comfortably, they could sleep in there with them. What they wore to bed wasn’t anything I worried about as long as they were comfortable.

“One more thing,” I told everyone. “No streaking. I don’t care if you are a nudist. The others aren’t. You will have something that covers your body outside of your bunk or when showering.”

We had a great dinner, and most of those who gave Wally shit, including three black girls, apologized. One wanted to hug him, and he told her that he didn’t like being touched. He might pull away. He didn’t want her to think he was mad at her or didn’t like her. Ellen had to go over to tear them apart after a few minutes.

After I heard the asshole mouthing off about what I said to him, my implant gave me some information on him. It was helpful.

When everyone was getting on the bus, I stopped him and Bambi.

“Bambi, can you help me out here? You are familiar with dealing with people having so much money that they wipe their butts with hundreds and the attitudes to go with it. This guy is a scared little boy whose father throws money around to have people and kids keep his son out of his hair, instead of being his father. I doubt he has had anyone tell him no since his mother died. I’m pretty sure you know how to get his ass in line before I end up dumping him at a Greyhound bus station that is so far out in the middle of nowhere that the rubbers in the bathroom vending machine dry-rotted a decade ago,” I asked her.

She looked at him and asked, “You know how to eat pussy? If not, you will learn and get a long tutorial on making a woman cum so much that she begs you to give her dick. Don’t even think of saying shit about it, either. You don’t have a choice. If you want any chance of getting laid on this ride, you better get into your work. Now get your butt on the bus so we can see if any of the girls want to help you get used to the taste of pussy.”

“Can you find some guys that might let me suck their dicks?” the boy asked softly. “I want to try that too. I’m not gay, just curious.”

Bambi told him that she was sure there would be boys on here who wouldn’t care who was sucking their dick before long.

At the next stop, I found out why. We picked up a group of fourteen-year-old girls who were going to turn fifteen in a few days after we arrived. They had a wide range of reasons, but their extracurricular activities needed them to change clothes as quickly as possible, so they preferred wearing as little as possible while keeping things covered in the minimal way possible.

“So, we can’t go around naked, but only a t-shirt that covers our ass works? No underwear?” one asked.

I smiled as I rubbed her tight butt through her tankini bottoms and said, “I would let you go around naked, but I have to consider the little kids on the bus and the guys that will cum in their pants just seeing a little girl’s nipple on her flat chest or a peek at the thin line going between their legs. Bambi, Bart, Tee, Dee, April, and Ellen would go nude too, but they must wear clothes in the common areas shared by everyone. Since you weren’t in the discussion about how I won’t tolerate any racist bullshit, you didn’t get to hear that there are plenty of rubbers, foams, sponges, and things to ensure you don’t get knocked up if you decide to have a bit of fun. What and where is up to you, but no little kids, ok? If they aren’t fourteen or older, no sex.”

“Can I ride up in front with you? I need to talk to someone about things, and I can’t speak with these girls because we all know each other, even though we go to different schools and don’t hang out much,” the girl asked who I had rubbed her tankini butt.

“Sure. Bring food and drinks. I need a lot of calories,” I said as I got her to get on the bus.

I got a message that our route would change to get different kids than we were heading toward before.

The van broke down, and the van driver was picking up a new one that happened to take her closer to those on my route than us. Instead of some eighteen and nineteen-year-olds, we are getting more fifteen to seventeen-year-old kids with siblings. The little kids would have to share bunks or sleep in car seats up on the top level, except for the few that weighed enough not to need them for safety.

That change was going to have the girls turning fifteen on the road. I made a call. My hands-free beats the hell out of anything available for sale, to do something for them. I got feelers out to their families to find what the girls might love but wouldn’t even ask to have or get for themselves. Money wasn’t a problem for their families, so they didn’t own it for other reasons.

In the tankini bottoms, the almost fifteen-year-old girl came to sit with me as she had asked about earlier.

“I locked the door that comes in here, so you don’t have to worry about anyone walking in on us,” she told me. “I need to do something, and it has to be you. Can I suck your dick without causing you to crash? I will tell you all about why when I get done making you squirt in my mouth.”

I put my hand on her knee and said, “I know why, and you don’t have to do it. I felt it when you pushed back against my arm to have more of it touching you. The others didn’t notice, but I saw the look of bliss you worked so hard to hide it from them when feeling my touch. It is something about me, and it happens to many people who don’t like anyone touching them. I also saw your nipples harden up, and you cum when you squeezed your legs tightly together.”

She started fishing my dick out and moved to get it in her mouth, but said, “The little girl Tee told me all of that too. She that you were the best guy in the world. How you made me feel outside makes me need to fuck you, but I need to suck your dick for a different reason. I want to see if I will get it in farther than the Kielbasa I used to practice. I love the taste when a guy cums in my mouth. You can take my cherry as my birthday present.”

Deepthroating practice. That is a new one.

With the girl on the tall side, she was up on her knees, which let me slide my hand between them to rub her pussy through her tankini bottoms. That lasted about five minutes before she pulled my dick from her throat and told me to put both hands in the wheel. If I kept playing with her pussy, she was going to choke, bite my dick hard, and cause me to wreck the bus. That would piss off April and Ellen.

I sat back to enjoy the blowjob as we drove through Boringville, USA. There was only the road and trees with thirty miles between exits. She was so happy when she made me cum.

She is going to be happier when I make her cum.

My fingers slipped over the front of her tankini, and she didn’t much like that at all. She took off back into the bus. A few minutes later, she returned with a t-shirt open at the sides. I found a bald beaver to pet. After the third cum, she sort of slowly leaned over toward the passenger side. A bit of nudging had her calves on my lap with her legs together.

I pulled the shirt down to cover her. Every so often, I would reach down to rub her legs.

We had food to keep us from needing to stop. The driver was sleeping like a rock, so I let him sleep while the girl slept on the seat beside me where she had been. When I stopped at three AM for fuel and cleaned out the waste tanks, the girl stirred and went back into the bus to pee. I guess she then found a bunk to go back to sleep. The driver took over for a while, so I went to get food and then headed to sleep.

Checking who was sleeping around me, I found Ellen as the meat in a Tee and Dee sandwich. The two girls were nude, but Tee had on a pair of underpants and shorts. It didn’t keep his hard, tiny dick from poking into Ellen’s butt. In the bunk above them, I found Desi sleeping by herself. Beside my bunk, Wally was very lovingly holding April to him as they slept peacefully.

Knowing better, I stripped and found a pair of sleep shorts without a fly. I had almost gone to sleep when I felt a little hand on my foot.

“I can’t sleep. This girl said she couldn’t sleep either. Can we come in there with you? We are tiny,” the girl pleaded. “We can take off our shirts to keep us from getting all sweaty.”

I told them to climb in with me. I turned down the air conditioning to keep us from getting hot. The girls had their shirts off anyway. They only had enough to cover with a training bra, but each was proud of their small bumps on their chest. When I woke up a bit later, I had a bare butt in each hand. They had reached into my shorts to hold my dick. A few hours after that, I was cupping their pussies. One was covered in more hair than a woman that never trimmed her pussy. The other was still hairless.

“Huh-uh,” the hairy of the two said. “You can hold it, but no playing. That is the rules.”

The other, who had started covering my fingers in her now flowing juices, said, “They are her rules for her pussy, not mine. Can you push down and rock your finger back in forth a little.”

A little was all it took, too.

She came before I did more than squeeze her pussy. I did the same to the hairy girl, and she didn’t complain when it caused her to go over the edge. Both got their panties on before we went back to sleep. I still held bare butts in the morning, but my hands were in their panties.

“You helped us sleep so soundly last night. Can we kiss you before we go?” the hairy girl asked.

I need to make sure they are specific about where they want to kiss me.

Both girls squirmed into their shirts, then pulled down my shorts to kiss all over my dick before slipping out my bunk. I heard them running off giggling.

“I hope they didn’t roast you out. Those two were sleeping with me, but we were all sweating too much,” a boy said. “They wanted me naked, and I told them no way. I’m not sleeping naked with my sisters, no matter how hot it got.”

I laughed before teasing him about not reading the handbook. I showed him where the controls were for the temperature in each bunk.

It was his turn to laugh, saying, “They didn’t read it. I love my little sisters, but they have wandering hands when they sleep. Both would end up humping my leg as they played with my dick until I came. I was sure there were awake when that happened in a hotel where we could only get king rooms. I pinched both of their butts only to find that they weren’t awake, but not asleep either. Both were horrified when they realized that they not only still held my dick but what was on their fingers. I did check on them because they are my sisters. They were nude when I went to piss and had on panties when I came to check again. I didn’t know my one had a forest between her legs. She barely had tits. My other sister is fourteen, but you would never know that when looking at her nude body. I will warn you now if you didn’t find out already, both of them will cum at the slightest bit of pressure when they get horny in their sleep. Well, for people not in the family. Of that, I am very grateful. My friends can feel them up if they want.”