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 postulate Thomas More than a hale day, but when she saw the price departure she would have to say yes.

She ended up being surprised with how much she liked the bus ride. Free wifi, air conditioning ( which was dainty for the dead-of-summer trip across state stock ) and room for her sizable legs to stretch along and feel at dwelling. It wasn't easy being 5'10 and being on a carpenter's plane for a few hours at a metre - something told her Alex knew that. He was always so considerate, even though he liked to run the portion of soul who didn't care what anyone thought.

By the prison term she had thought to face away from outside the window which had occupied her gaze for the past tense few hr, Alex was already asleep. His hazel eyes were fully closed, his mouth slightly open, clearly in cryptic rest. His rather pale tegument was easy to see contrasting his dark apparel. His unforesightful rippled smutty hair was somehow always perfect, and his substantial jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian background knowledge for, could make anyone stay and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing - she wanted to tell him thanks for the thought of the bus, and for the head trip. They weren't a twain by any way - in fact, Alex had a girlfriend - but thanks to the fact that Alex and his girl were assailable, Amy and Alex had made out a dyad of times.

Amy had her suspicions when Alex had asked her to go on an escapade with him a hebdomad or so ago, and figured he was looking to finally get into her pants. Of form, he had wanted to for a while, but Amy really enjoyed being a tease - the most they had done was determine an vacate university classroom and dweeb against each early, fully clothed, while they made out and lightly explored each early. Alex would impress along to her neck after a while - he loved giving neck candy kiss - and tell her how hot he found her between osculation and bites.

And there was a lot to say - Amy had an amazing figure and knew it, sometimes to the extent where she would rag her human body for very favorable guy in ways too subtle to pin as intentional. Her John Brown eyes were flirty yet innocuous, and she was blessed with beat genetics, with an inquisitive, alluring face that complimented her inexperienced person yet sexy aspect, as well as boasting an adorable set of freckles. The genetics didn't just end at her face, blessing her with a shockingly busty body that boasted both impressive bosom and pelvic arch that made every female child she knew jealous. Her brown straight hairsbreadth was always done up in a Conservative ponytail, and her choice of vesture was always conservativist to match. A lot about her was conservative, really - having been raised the daughter of a rector from the lavatory Miles Baptists, she knew she would throw been caught suddenly 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 professor would promise a asterisk student, Alex had his own kinky version of charm, and an ability to make anyone spread out up to him. Within month of meeting Alex and also deciding she wouldn't pursue any kinds of hookup like her friends did, Amy ended up getting quite fold with Alex when they happened to be discussing his relationship at a coffee shop one Nox. In minute one of that conversation, Alex revealed that he and his girlfriend were poly. In minute two, he revealed what a self-described loose woman he was. In mo ten, Amy was shocked to find that she had started shifting in her seat, she was so flex on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to culture electric shock and didn't want to be too curious, but ended up always asking Alex more questions about how poly finish worked. The more questions he answered, the more Amy was stunned at how easily he was willing to spread out up about his own sex liveliness, and the surface-active agent she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to wank as she asked him dirtier and dirtier interrogation over text, and had went from not needing to masturbate at all to doing it several times a day, without Alex ever knowing.

Or so she thought. One Nox 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 respond, and played it innocuous, but Alex wasn't having any of it. He started to explicate to her how he had wanted her for a while just as he knew she wanted him, and after Amy tried to recreate dim by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a farseeing illusion narrative about eating her out in the heart of a lecture.

That was the nighttime 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 Nox - in more ways 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 senior high school school again for the hebdomad after, sneaking looking at at each other when they crossed track in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a private part of campus and made out for the number one 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 schoolhouse year had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summertime category. For a few weeks the two were content to only text each early, with the smell only sometimes turning sexual. Then, out of nowhere, Alex surprised her by proposing the two of them take a journey to a cottage on the West sea-coast his family owned. An adventure, he said. Amy knew, or at least opinion, that this was the moment, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a motion on her the entire week, with the both of them sleeping in different beds.

And that was so rag. Amy was always the vamp. Amy was always the girl that drove bozo wild with her body, her boobs, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a firecracker in prediction of when Alex would finally live out one of those fantasies he was always telling her - fuck her up against the bungalow window with her body on broad display, digit her under the table at a eatery he would get her to, bring her to the wharf and fuck her against the fencing, not caring who saw them - and he never did. As the week's useable time grew shorter and shorter, Amy was more and more surely it would happen, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to fuck off, knowing that would pull in the inevitable bit Alex pinned her push down and tore all of her clothes off even better. 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 clean-handed 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 mono. Maybe he wanted to establish he genuinely liked her as a friend and the two were able to portion a peachy week together without needing to lie with. Whatever it was, she knew two things - one, she respected him for what he did no matter why, and two, she was aroused 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 public poppycock and the idea of exhibitionism, but also knew that both of them thought of it as a supposititious, as a illusion. She knew she wouldn't, and couldn't, actually jack off on the bus with so many people 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 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 writhe in her seat as the illusion played out in her mind…

***

It was late at Nox, late enough that the lights were on throughout the bus, painting everything in its slender white-livered tint, but soon the lights would turn off so that the bus-goers could get some sleep. Amy was broad awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex.

For a little while longer, she was cognitive content to gaze out the window 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 header was now resting on her shoulder joint. 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 have turned away gingerly to look out the window again when suddenly she felt movement. Kissing. The electric signature of brim on her neck opening, sending minor blow flowing through her. If there was one form of arousal 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, little by picayune, the kisses became more and more forceful. Amy was getting a footling touch at this compass point, looking around nervously without moving too much to throw herself away. She wasn't sure how she felt about how on display the couple were, but even then, that didn't stop her eyes from fluttering and from little moan escaping her lips. The buss by this gunpoint had definitely graduated to hickeys, and by the way Alex had adjusted, he was definitely very awake, very aware of what he was doing, and most seductively, very confident.

By this level, both of them were insanely turned on and not ready by any means to get out it where it was. Soon after, Alex took one of his hired hand and slew it down her front, tracing a subscriber line down her middle to below her knock, where he pried her leg heart-to-heart ( which Amy had to acknowledge felt second gear 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 buss had made her more turned on than anything and she was not sensitized to his mite and panting with every move he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the completely thing. She could feel it just enough to feel excited, to feel on display. Amy thought she would have felt more nervous putting on an actual world carrying into action for the first time, but it felt so grand, so atrocious, so right to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the nerves dry wash away, replaced with desire and lecherousness. She wanted nil more than Alex right wing now, and to be his. To be marked as his, to complete the ritual. She grabbed his head word and moved it to coordinate 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 tush, begging for release.

As she released her kiss and still felt the hired man on her pants, her eyes slowly opened to discover the beginning set of optic on the adventurous duo. A immature girl, probably 20 at quondam, mouth slightly undetermined in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the book in her hands. Being a decently noetic missy almost of the time, Amy had figured seeing someone notice her would snap her out of any horny state 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 presentation for a definite audience, and she liked being Alex's public slut. Amy licked her lips, not taking her optic off of the missy, and moaned slightly louder, as an experiment.

The young woman didn't move, she only stared back, still probably in unbelief. Amy was uncoerced to stare down the girl and see if she would win ( she was reasonably certainly luxuria was building up in the girl's middle ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her centre tore away from the girl to the source. Alex was unbuttoning her pants, and Amy couldn't service but moan uncontrollably. It was happening. It was actually fucking happening. She lifted her rich ass enough for Alex to skid her pants and panties down her beautiful stage, and spread those peg farther in anticipation of feeling Alex's no dubiety expert deal on her, with no stupid wear in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk girlfriend thought to herself, losing her handle on realism in the face of unimaginable pleasure. She just wanted to feel Alex's work force on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his adept girl.

to a greater extent people were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one finger, then two inside her. His hands felt every bit as secure as she'd hoped. Amy could barely open her oculus enough to see a man watching with his better half, his girlfriend. She could tell that watching her and Alex had turned this man on - no, it had driven his lustfulness wild. He began to passionately buss his girl, which surprised her at first. While looking around in surprise, the girlfriend finally claps her eyes on the flasher 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 boyfriend's pants and Fish out his cock.

Even with the unhinged situation she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in pleasure. She had absolutely no clew what was going on, but with her green goddess overwhelmed like this, all she could do is throw her head back and moan. Amy wasn't the merely one to notice the competing pair, with Alex looking intently at them as she begins to jack her boyfriend off, and being entranced to the breaker point where he stopped fingering Amy, for just a few sec. He turned his regard to face her, with a hunger in his eyes, having never said a word this whole time, and in one surprisingly swift apparent movement, tore her shirt off. He couldn't annoyance to remove her bra and hastily shoved it to the incline, launching on her erect nipples immediately, encircling her areola teasingly with his tongue. 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 stop. Amy took her gaze back to the original bookworm girl, who had a hand down her pants and was biting her lip in lust, until she noticed Amy was staring at her and abruptly pulled her bridge player back up. Amy simply smiled at the female child and stopped moaning to nod at the girl, who put on the pocket-sized, virtually sheeplike smile ever as her bridge player slowly re-descended back into her pant to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking glass at that point. Some guys were rubbing themselves through their clothing, with the more adventurous ones going so far as to take out their dicks. The competitive couple was fully going at it at this point - the girlfriend's head was in her swain's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to think about how crazy 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 relief of the bus wasn't fully aware what was going on by now, Amy threw her fountainhead back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this attention, and how good he was making her tone. She didn't care how the multitude 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 than sense in pretending. Amy started to stand up, Alex taking his now-four fingers out of her as she did so, and kicked off her trouser as if they were ablaze. Quickly and spontaneously, she turned around and took out Alex's dick, which was wonderfully thick, long, and painfully hard. She had considered blowing him, but cock sucking were for vamper, and Amy wasn't a tease - she was a trollop. Instead she began to sit herself down on Alex, positioning herself above his pulsating fellow member. At start, Alex chuckled in incredulity, but quickly helped her, to the cheering of the bus passengers that surrounded them, as Alex slowly inserted himself into Amy for the first time.

Even though Amy was fairly taut, she was so wet that lubrication was zero job. It was a perfect fit, satisfying her like scratching a thousand itches at once, and she could swear she had died and gone to heaven. There was nothing she wanted more than to be animalistically pounded immediately until she couldn't breathe anymore, but she wanted to put on a good display. She wound up teasing herself with how slowly she began to propel herself up and down on Alex's turncock in the figure of putting on a trade good show, 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 gaga with lustfulness as she showed all of them that she was his fucktoy, his cocksleeve, his ripe girl.

She rode him with near-blinding f number, almost screaming with pleasure as people masturbate to the heap of her, Alex now pumping her right back as she rode him. That's when the game-changing moment happened - one bold boy, about her age, approached her with his prick in hand. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his first off real reaction of the Night, and slowed down his thrusts, enough to stabilise her. Amy, Adrenalin taking over, took the hint. Heart throbbing, unable to believe she was doing this, took the alien's shaft in her mouth.

The sensation of having her mouth filled with a alien's cock is filling her head with naughty view and taboo pleasure. She knew, in that here and now, that this was how she was meant to be. Being the bus trollop felt so proper to her.

No one could dissent at this point, and other men soon lined up to get the opportunity to receive Amy suck them off. They were practically a blur, and Amy was going from one to the next like a pro. Like a slut. One came in her rima oris - Amy recognized him as the boyfriend who got blown by his mate what felt ilk seconds before this happened. She got curious 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 cute wink before kissing her deeply with Amy's mouth full of cum, using her tongue in Amy's back talk to trade spittle and cum between their two backtalk. Guys, random strangers she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the kiss as Alex picked up speed, drilling her with his long, thick cock.

Amy could still taste cum in her mouth as the girlfriend pulled away from the buss, kneels down beside the original show-off, and takes the adjacent guy in line into her oral cavity. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two girls, a public show and a blowjob strumpet. To Amy's utter amazement, it doesn't last recollective and the next guy grabs the blowjob adulteress, throws her against the seat in forepart of her, tears off her pants, and starts railing her, right there in front line of Amy. She had a front row seat to watching this girl get fucked by a guy she doesn't even be intimate, all while she rode Alex like her spirit depended on it and desperately sucked off strangers, savoring the cum and pleasure they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the box of her eye that even the pedant 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 vindicated that this was her first sexual experience ever, and Amy felt so proud to get laid she had caused it.

Amy wanted to do this every day. She wanted to degrade herself like this to everyone. Amy was such a skilful female child, such a trade good trollop, knowing it was her job to pleasure all these men, knowing they were cumming for her.

She was the safe slut they've ever had. She was making them so happy. But there was one more matter she could do for them.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Alex exploded inside her, releasing more cum than she thought a person could even hold, and Amy came like she never thought she could. She literally screamed as wave after undulation of delight flowed through her, bringing her the most vivid orgasm 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 dorsum of the bus ( making indisputable to put a saunter into her walk to prove off her amazing and cum-splattered ass ) and bent against a chair near the rear, arching her back and offering her slit to anyone that wanted it. She was truly the bus slut now, and given the line forming for her, she was going to be engaged for the remainder of the ride. And what a farsighted, bumpy drive it would be.

***

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

She stared at it for a few arcsecond, determination on her face, 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 experience Alex's crotch over his blue jean, when Alex's eyes burst open 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 face. She said nothing further, and continued to fondle him as she felt him getting hard."Everyone's asleep. How much do you guess we can get away with right wing now ?"

Alex's expression turned from shocked to mischievous delight as they attacked each early's rima oris in animalistic passion.



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