The Back of the Bus, Part 3

by Nellie of Sweden

Reading your nice comments I decided to let my fantasy loose once again and try to figure out a part three of The Back of the Bus, partly inspired by some of the comments. This story is dedicated to each person who has written comments to Part 1 and 2. Thanks for your help! Hope you will enjoy the story! (Which of course is pure fiction from my own dirty fantasy.)

 

After Michelle's and my lovemaking session in our favourite park with Christine, the bus driver, we saw some people coming towards us on the path by the lake. But we spotted them before they came close enough to discover what we had been doing and when they got closer we all had our clothes on again. Well, at least it must have looked that way to them. Mine and Christine's underwear were hidden under the blanket but to those people we probably looked decent enough.

When they had passed Christine smiled at me and gave me a soft kiss.

"Oh, my God, Nellie," she said. "I don't know how to thank you for sharing her with me!"

I laughed and gave her a little kiss back.

"So that's what you think," I said in a teasing way. "But I've got news for you, lady - I did NOT share my daughter with you, it was her and I sharing you! We've been talking about this, you know. I've been dreaming of threesomes with Michelle and another woman. Or... maybe another little girl! And it happened to be you!"

"Hahaha..." Christine laughed. "Lucky me!"

"Lucky us," I said. "All three of us!"

I invited Christine to have dinner with us and she accepted. So we walked slowly back to our house with Michelle running and jumping and laughing around us.

"I'm not wearing panties, I'm naked under my skirt," she sang to a melody that she made up herself while singing.

"Shhhh, Michelle," I whispered. "Don't tell the whole town!"

She giggled but lowered her voice a little.

Inside our apartment Michelle took Christine by the hand to give her "the grand tour" in our three room apartment. I went to the kitchen and checked the fridge for food. Spaghetti and meatballs was all I could make from what was in my refrigerator so that would have to do. I had planned to go to the grocery store but the events in the park had taken my mind off the shopping. So meatballs and spaghetti it was. Luckily I found a bottle of Glenloth, my favourite red wine from Australia. And when the food was ready I went looking for Christine and Michelle.

I found them in Michelle's room where Michelle was introducing Christine to all her dolls and stuffed animals telling her their names.

"Are you ladies hungry," I said. "I would have gone shopping before if I had known we would have a guest but now spaghetti and meatballs will have to do."

Michelle smiled happily, "It's her favourite," and Christine smiled too.

"Yeah, that's nice," she said. "Then we can play Lady and the tramp."

I laughed but Michelle didn't understand. So I explained it to her.

"You know that Disney cartoon they show on TV every Christmas. The one where two dogs come to a restaurant and have spaghetti with meatballs and find one end each of the same spaghetti straw."

"Yeah I know," Michelle shouted with a laugh. "And the dogs kiss and the girl dog is embarrassed."

"Yes," Christine said. "And the boy dog pushes the last meatball over to her with his nose."

Michelle was very excited.

"Can we play that, Mummy?" she said. "Let's eat without knives and forks and kiss when we find the same spaghetti straw!"

Normally I don't teach my little girl to play with her food but now I decided to make an exception so I nodded my head yes.

And it was really fun. We sat there eating without using hands and it was so much fun.

When we all were full our faces were covered with ketchup and grease so I suggested we all would take a bath together. The dinner had resulted in lots of kissing and that had made all three of us tingly. Christine's eyes sparkled when I said it and Michelle got excited again and started jumping up and down.

"Yes Mummy, let's all play in the bath," she laughed.

20 minutes later the bath was ready and Michelle already sat in the Jacuzzi naked and beautiful. I took Christine in my arms and started kissing and undressing her. And she did the same to me.

Michelle loved to see us kissing and caressing each other and cheered from the tub till we both were naked. Michelle looked curiously at Christine's naked body.

"Why does your pussy have hair?" she asked. "Mine and Mummy's don't!"

Christine smiled.

"All grown women have hair there," she said. "Some shave it off but I haven't done that. I just trim it a little. But I think hairless is beautiful too! especially on little girls like you!"

"I can shave yours if you want me to," Michelle said.

Christine looked at me with her eyebrows a little raised and I nodded my head.

"It's true," I said. "I sometimes let her do me and she knows how. Never ever cuts me! But it's really up to you!"

"OK," Christine said with a smile. "Let's see if you can make me half as pretty as you are."

I took some foam from the cabinet and a new razor and then I just looked while Michelle rubbed in the white foam on Christine's well trimmed pussy hair. Christine looked a little worried when Michelle started shaving but as her pubic hair was removed bit by bit she slowly relaxed and I saw that it excited her to see her own pussy without hair for the first time in many, many years.

"Oh my God," Christine sighed with excitement. "She really is a natural, just like you said."

When Michelle was finished she gave Christine a proud look.

"See, I did it! And I didn't cut you either, did I?"

Christine put her hand on her own pussy and she seemed to like the feeling of her soft skin against her hand.

"No baby, you didn't even hurt me one bit! You're such a good little girl! Wanna feel with your hand if I'm as soft as you are?"

With a big smile Michelle touched her fresh shaved pussy.

"It's soft," she said. "But mine is softer!"

She squeezed her own little girl cunt to compare the feelings and then she smiled.

"I don't want hair ever," she said. "I want to be this soft all my life!"

I couldn't stop myself from putting my hand between my daughter's legs and she immediately moved her feet apart to give me total access to her sweet little baby cunt. Michelle was soaking wet already and my middle finger slid inside her tight little hole as easily as ever and I felt her legs shivering.

"Yessss," she moaned. "Yes, Mummy, give me more... put a finger in my butt too! Please...."

I gently finger fucked both of Michelle's holes and she was moaning loudly. Christine was still standing up but now I saw how she was slowly moving her crotch closer to Michelle's face and I encouraged Michelle to give her a lick.

"Oh yes," Christine moaned when Michelle's little tongue reached her erect clit. "Suck that clit, my sweet little slut! Eat my cunt you gorgeous little baby whore."

Michelle had her hands on Christine's hips and Christine lifted one foot up and put it on the edge of the tub to give Michelle more room to play with her pussy. They both were moaning so loud I almost got worried that some neighbour would hear us. But the Eriksson's were on vacation and old Mrs. Persson on the first floor was almost deaf so I decided I didn't have to worry. Rubbing my own soaking wet pussy with my left hand I continued to finger fuck my pussy licking little girl.

Christine was first to orgasm and she almost fell out of the tub. Then Michelle came and she pressed her little ass hard down on my fingers to get them further inside. And then I couldn't help myself from cumming too.

Some minutes later when we had calmed down a bit I became aware that the water was almost totally cold so we took a quick shower and then rubbed each other dry with warm towels before we went to my bed to continue.

Michelle soon fell asleep with her legs wide apart but me and Christine made love for hours and hours. When Christine also had passed out I got up to pee before going to sleep and in the weak light from the little window lamp I saw that Michelle's hairless little pussy lips were all red from all the rubbing, sucking and licking. But she had a happy smile on her pretty little baby face.

The next morning Christine had to go back home to Stockholm but before she went she made me promise to take Michelle to see her in her home a week later. And I did!

But that, my friends, is another story!