Initially, Amy was hesitant when Alex had asked her if she wanted to take the bus instead of a aeroplane. She knew that what should have been a couple-hour journey would now learn more than a whole day, but when she saw the monetary value difference she would bear to say yes.

She ended up being surprised with how very much she liked the bus ride. Free wifi, air conditioning ( which was nice for the dead-of-summer trip across State billet ) and room for her sizable branch to stretch and palpate at home. It wasn't easy being 5'10 and being on a sheet for a few hours at a meter - something told her Alex knew that. He was always so considerate, even though he liked to play the role of somebody who didn't care what anyone thought.

By the fourth dimension she had thought to front away from outside the window which had occupied her gaze for the retiring few time of day, Alex was already asleep. His hazelnut tree eyes were fully closed, his mouthpiece slightly spread out, clearly in deep sleep. His rather pale skin was easy to see contrasting his shadow apparel. His short wavy black hair was somehow always perfect, and his warm jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian background signal for, could pretend anyone stop and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing - she wanted to secern him thanks for the approximation of the bus, and for the trip. They weren't a twosome by any means - in fact, Alex had a girlfriend - but thanks to the fact that Alex and his girlfriend were open, Amy and Alex had made out a couple of times.

Amy had her suspicion when Alex had asked her to go on an adventure with him a hebdomad or so ago, and figured he was looking to finally get into her pants. Of course, he had wanted to for a while, but Amy really enjoyed being a prickteaser - the most they had done was feel an empty university schoolroom and grind against each early, fully clothed, while they made out and lightly explored each early. Alex would move along to her neck after a while - he loved giving neck kisses - and tell her how hot he found her between kisses and bites.

And there was a lot to say - Amy had an baffle frame and knew it, sometimes to the extent where she would rally her figure for very prosperous guys in ways too pernicious to pin as intentional. Her chocolate-brown heart were flirty yet innocent, and she was blessed with dumbfound genetic science, with an inquisitive, alluring font that complimented her sinless yet aphrodisiacal reflection, as well as boasting an adorable set of freckles. The genetics didn't just end at her face, blessing her with a shockingly sonsy body that boasted both impressive knocker and hips that made every girl she knew green-eyed. Her embrown straight hair was always done up in a bourgeois ponytail, and her pick of clothing was always conservative to couple. A lot about her was cautious, really - having been raised the daughter of a pastor from the John international mile Baptist Church, she knew she would have been caught all in if her parents knew she did anything outside of a human relationship, so her parents never knew.

Sometimes she even preferred that way of life herself, but Alex caught her offguard. Not exactly what a prof would call a star student, Alex had his own far-out edition of charm, and an ability to make anyone spread out up to him. Within months of meeting Alex and also deciding she wouldn't pursue any kinds of hookup like her friends did, Amy ended up getting quite close with Alex when they happened to be discussing his human relationship at a coffee shop class one night. In infinitesimal one of that conversation, Alex revealed that he and his girlfriend were poly. In minute two, he revealed what a self-described adulteress he was. In minute of arc ten, Amy was shocked to find that she had started shifting in her seat, she was so turned on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to culture stupor and didn't want to be too curious, but ended up always asking Alex more dubiousness about how poly culture worked. The more questions he answered, the More Amy was stunned at how easily he was unforced to open up about his own sex life, and the wetter she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to masturbate as she asked him foul and dirtier questions over text, and had went from not needing to masturbate at all to doing it various times a day, without Alex ever knowing.

Or so she thought. One Night while texting, Alex got very forward, like he hadn't before. He had asked her if she was enjoying herself, and if she was using one finger or several. Amy, two fingers into herself, hadn't known how to reply, and played it sinless, but Alex wasn't having any of it. He started to excuse to her how he had wanted her for a spell just as he knew she wanted him, and after Amy tried to play obtuse by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a long fantasy tarradiddle about eating her out in the middle of a lecture.

That was the night Amy caved. She had already known long before that she was wet for him, but she couldn't contain it any longer and gushed that night - in more direction than one - about how badly she wanted him. Alex confessed how badly he wanted her right back, and the two felt like they were back in high school again for the weeks after, sneaking looks at each former when they crossed course in the university hall before they eventually snuck off to a private part of campus and made out for the first time.

From that point on, neither one of them could get the former out of their minds, but their timing wasn't the best - the school year had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summer classes. For a few weeks the two were content to only text each early, with the note only sometimes turning sexual. Then, out of nowhere, Alex surprised her by proposing the two of them require a journey to a cottage on the West glide his family unit owned. An risky venture, he said. Amy knew, or at least thought, that this was the minute, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a move on her the entire hebdomad, with the both of them sleeping in different beds.

And that was so frustrating. Amy was always the minx. Amy was always the girl that drove bozo wild with her body, her dumbbell, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a firecracker in anticipation of when Alex would finally hold up out one of those fancy he was always telling her - fuck her up against the cottage windowpane with her consistency on full display, finger's breadth her under the mesa at a restaurant he would take her to, bring her to the wharfage and fuck her against the fence, not caring who saw them - and he never did. As the week's available time grew shorter and forgetful, Amy was Thomas More and More sure it would bump, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to wank, knowing that would make the inevitable consequence Alex pinned her low-spirited and tore all of her clothes off even practiced. She wasn't mad that he didn't - how could she be ? She even said once or twice that"maybe we shouldn't do this,"and liked to play the destitute one of the two ( a good choice on her end, as Alex was always the more blunt and forward one ). Maybe he had his girlfriend suddenly went mononucleosis. Maybe he wanted to prove he genuinely liked her as a friend and the two were able to portion a heavy week together without needing to fuck. Whatever it was, she knew two things - one, she respected him for what he did no matter why, and two, she was randy than she had ever been in her whole life.

Amy bit her lip, still looking at Alex. She knew that they both were super into world stuff and the idea of immodesty, but also knew that both of them idea of it as a supposed, as a fantasy. She knew she wouldn't, and couldn't, actually jerk off on the bus with so many masses here, but that didn't stop her from wanting to, and picturing it. She almost chuckled to herself as she realized she could just as easily motion picture Alex fucking her, Alex finally taking her, Alex ripping off her conservative jeans and Amy finally getting to feel him inside her, like she craved all week. Amy started to worm in her bottom as the fancy played out in her mind…

***

It was late at night, late enough that the lighter were on throughout the bus, painting everything in its slender yellow tint, but soon the lights would turn off so that the bus-goers could get some sopor. Amy was wide awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex.

For a slight while longer, she was content to stare out the windowpane and just think to herself, until she felt something on her neck. She turned her head just enough to see that Alex had adjusted himself so that his straits was now resting on her shoulder. Amy simply smiled to herself, thinking about how cute he was. Alex had a talent and being cute in a kind of childish way and yet being so animalistically attractive, and Amy liked him for both of his cutenesses.

She would hold turned away gingerly to look out the window again when suddenly she felt motility. Kissing. The electrical pinch of lips on her neck, sending nestling shocks flowing through her. If there was one form of foreplay that got Amy going, it was neck kisses. She scoffed, whispering,"You aren't asleep at all !"in a playfully accusatory tone.

Alex never responded. Instead, trivial by little, the buss became more and more forceful. Amy was getting a trivial pertain at this percentage point, looking around nervously without moving too much to give herself away. She wasn't sure how she felt about how on exhibit the span were, but even then, that didn't stop her eyes from fluttering and from little moans escaping her lips. The candy kiss by this point had definitely graduated to hickeys, and by the way Alex had adjusted, he was definitely very come alive, very cognisant of what he was doing, and most seductively, very confident.

By this point, both of them were insanely turned on and not ready by any way to leave it where it was. Soon after, Alex took one of his hands and slid it down her strawman, tracing a product line down her middle to below her belt, where he pried her legs open ( which Amy had to admit felt second nature at this point ) and started rubbing her over her jeans. It didn't matter lots that Amy couldn't actually feel it very much, the neck kisses had made her more turned on than anything and she was not hypersensitive to his skin senses and panting with every move he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the whole thing. She could experience it just enough to find mad, to feel on display. Amy thought she would let felt more nervous putting on an actual populace performance for the offset time, but it felt so howling, so awful, so right to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness laundry away, replaced with desire and lustfulness. She wanted nothing more than Alex right now, and to be his. To be marked as his, to complete the rite. She grabbed his head and moved it to align with her own, and kissed him with a passion she didn't know she had. She wasted no time and didn't have the patience to tease him, she instead immediately wrestled her tongue with his as she practically writhed in her seat, begging for release.

As she released her kiss and still felt the deal on her pants, her middle slowly opened to reveal the first set of heart on the adventurous duo. A young daughter, probably 20 at previous, mouth slightly candid in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the book in her hands. Being a decently rational young lady most of the time, Amy had figured seeing individual notice her would snap her out of any horny DoS she could be in. But it didn't. It just made her hornier. Amy was showing herself off, and she liked it. She liked being on display for a definite audience, and she liked being Alex's public slattern. Amy licked her lips, not taking her eyes off of the girl, and moaned slightly louder, as an experiment.

The girl didn't move, she only stared back, still probably in mental rejection. Amy was willing to stare down the girl and see if she would win ( she was reasonably sure lust was building up in the girl's middle ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her eyes tore away from the girl to the source. Alex was unbuttoning her pants, and Amy couldn't assistant but moan uncontrollably. It was happening. It was actually fucking happening. She lifted her ample ass enough for Alex to slide her bloomers and pantie down her beautiful legs, and spread those legs farther in anticipation of feeling Alex's no doubt expert hands on her, with no stupid wearable in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk female child thought to herself, losing her traction on reality in the face of unimaginable joy. She just wanted to feel Alex's work force on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his full girl.

more hoi polloi were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one finger, then two inside her. His bridge player felt every bit as trade good as she'd hoped. Amy could barely open her oculus enough to see a man watching with his partner, his girl. She could differentiate that watching her and Alex had turned this man on - no, it had driven his lust wild. He began to passionately buss his lady friend, which surprised her at offset. While looking around in surprisal, the girlfriend finally claps her middle on the show-off pair and, still in liplock, smiles mischievously at Amy with her eyes. Seemingly not wanting to be outdone, never taking her gaze off of Amy, she reaches into her beau's pants and fishes out his cock.

Even with the screwball state of affairs she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in pleasance. She had absolutely no cue what was going on, but with her sens overwhelmed like this, all she could do is throw her head back and moan. Amy wasn't the only one to find the competing span, with Alex looking intently at them as she begins to jack up her swain off, and being entranced to the point where he stopped fingering Amy, for just a few instant. He turned his gaze to face her, with a hunger in his heart, having never said a Book this solid time, and in one surprisingly swift movement, tore her shirt off. He couldn't bother to get rid of her bra and hastily shoved it to the side, launching on her erect tit immediately, encircling her ring of color teasingly with his lingua. Amy was still trying to restrict her moaning, but they couldn't escape the fact that a lot of guys were intentionally watching her at this spot. Amy took her regard back to the original bookworm girl, who had a mitt down her pants and was biting her lip in luxuria, until she noticed Amy was staring at her and abruptly pulled her hired man back up. Amy simply smiled at the girl and stopped moaning to nod at the missy, who put on the smallest, nearly shamefaced smile ever as her hand slowly re-descended back into her bloomers to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking meth at that period. Some guys were rubbing themselves through their habiliment, with the more adventurous I going so far as to subscribe out their dicks. The competitive brace was fully going at it at this point - the girl's head was in her boyfriend's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to call up about how gaga this spot was, how illegal it was. She was only thinking about how hot it was. How badly she needed the release.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. As if the respite of the bus wasn't fully cognizant what was going on by now, Amy threw her head back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this attention, and how good he was making her feel. She didn't deal how the people viewed her - in fact, she wanted them to see her as his dirty slut.

Now that the bus knew, and liked, what was going on, there was no more common sense in pretending. Amy started to stand up, Alex taking his now-four fingerbreadth out of her as she did so, and kicked off her pants as if they were ablaze. Quickly and spontaneously, she turned around and took out Alex's dick, which was wonderfully thick, longsighted, and painfully hard. She had considered blowing him, but blowjobs were for coquette, and Amy wasn't a tease - she was a trollop. Instead she began to sit herself down on Alex, positioning herself above his pulsating appendage. At first, Alex chuckled in disbelief, but quickly helped her, to the cheering of the bus rider that surrounded them, as Alex slowly inserted himself into Amy for the offset time.

even though Amy was fairly tight, she was so wet that lubrication was zero problem. It was a perfect fit, satisfying her like scratching a thousand itches at once, and she could cuss she had died and gone to heaven. There was nix she wanted to a greater extent than to be animalistically pounded immediately until she couldn't breathe anymore, but she wanted to put on a good show. She wound up teasing herself with how slowly she began to move herself up and down on Alex's cock in the name of putting on a serious appearance, but soon she was riding him like there was no tomorrow. She needed this. This is how she wanted to be. Fucking him on a bus, driving everyone wild with lust as she showed all of them that she was his fucktoy, his cocksleeve, his serious girl.

She rode him with near-blinding stop number, almost screaming with pleasance as people masturbate to the sight of her, Alex now pumping her right back as she rode him. That's when the game-changing moment happened - one bold face boy, about her age, approached her with his hawkshaw in hand. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his first actual reaction of the night, and slowed down his jab, enough to stabilize her. Amy, adrenaline pickings over, took the hint. Heart hammering, unable to believe she was doing this, took the stranger's cock in her mouth.

The sensation of having her mouth filled with a unknown's tool is filling her head with naughty thoughts and verboten joy. She knew, in that consequence, that this was how she was meant to be. Being the bus slut felt so right to her.

No one could fend at this point, and early men soon lined up to get the chance to have Amy suck them off. They were practically a blur, and Amy was going from one to the following like a pro. Like a slut. One came in her lip - Amy recognized him as the boyfriend who got blown by his pardner what felt like instant before this happened. She got queer as to where the girlfriend ended up - as if on cue, the girlfriend appeared beside her, smiling and tilting Amy's head towards hers. She gave Amy a cunning wink before kissing her deeply with Amy's mouth fully of cum, using her tongue in Amy's oral fissure to swop spittle and cum between their two mouthpiece. bozo, random alien she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the candy kiss as Alex picked up pep pill, drilling her with his yearn, thick cock.

Amy could still taste cum in her mouth as the girl pulled away from the kiss, kneels down beside the original exhibitionist, and takes the next guy in line into her lip. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two girls, a populace show and a blowjob slut. To Amy's utter amazement, it doesn't last farsighted and the next guy grabs the blowjob slut, throws her against the seat in front of her, tears off her pants, and starts railing her, right there in front of Amy. She had a front row rear to watching this girl get fucked by a guy she doesn't even get it on, all while she rode Alex like her biography depended on it and desperately sucked off stranger, savoring the cum and pleasure they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the nook of her eye that even the bookworm girl was getting in on it, and was shyly jacking off a boy next to her, whispering something in his ear as she soiled herself. It was really exculpated that this was her first sexual experience ever, and Amy felt so proud to sleep together she had caused it.

Amy wanted to do this every day. She wanted to demean herself like this to everyone. Amy was such a good little girl, such a good slut, knowing it was her job to pleasure all these men, knowing they were cumming for her.

She was the effective trollop they've ever had. She was making them so happy. But there was one more thing she could do for them.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Alex exploded inside her, releasing more cum than she thought a someone could even hold, and Amy came like she never thought she could. She literally screamed as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her the most acute climax she had ever experienced. After her climax subsided, Amy knew exactly what to do. She gently got up off of the spent Alex, walked calmly to the backrest of the bus ( making sure to put a amble into her walking to show off her awful and cum-splattered ass ) and bent against a chair near the backbone, arching her spinal column and offering her kitty-cat to anyone that wanted it. She was truly the bus loose woman now, and given the demarcation forming for her, she was going to be interfering for the relief of the drive. And what a prospicient, bumpy drive it would be.

***

Amy awoke with a start, a wet spot clearly seeable between her legs even in the low light, breathing heavily. It was a… ? She glanced, almost desperately, towards Alex, who was still asleep. In fact, as she glanced around the bus, she could confirm that everyone was asleep. At foremost, she was angry, realizing that the fantasy was just that, a illusion, but then she glanced over at sleeping Alex's crotch.

She stared at it for a few mo, purpose on her font, before shrugging. Teasing only got her so far. She knew what she wanted, and she knew what she had to be to get it.

She reached forward and started to feel Alex's fork over his blue jean, when Alex's heart burst heart-to-heart and he woke suddenly.

"Woah woah woah, what're you doing ?"Alex asked, clearly caught off guard.

"Ssssh."Amy reassured him calmly, a smile on her grimace. She said zippo further, and continued to caress him as she felt him getting hard."Everyone's asleep. How often do you think we can get away with right wing now ?"

Alex's formula turned from shocked to puckish delight as they attacked each former's mouths in animalistic passion.



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