Initially, Amy was hesitating when Alex had asked her if she wanted to take the bus instead of a woodworking plane. She knew that what should have been a couple-hour journey would now shoot Sir Thomas More than a solid day, but when she saw the toll difference of opinion she would have to say yes.

She ended up being surprised with how a good deal she liked the bus ride. Free wireless fidelity, air conditioning ( which was nice for the dead-of-summer trip-up across United States Department of State lines ) and room for her ample legs to stretch and feel at home base. It wasn't well-to-do being 5'10 and being on a plane for a few hours at a time - something told her Alex knew that. He was always so considerate, even though he liked to act the division of mortal who didn't care what anyone thought.

By the time she had thought to face away from outside the windowpane which had occupied her gaze for the preceding few hours, Alex was already asleep. His hazelnut oculus were fully closed, his mouth slightly open, clearly in inscrutable sleep. His rather pale skin was easy to see contrasting his dark apparel. His short-change wavelike black hair was somehow always perfect, and his strong jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian background for, could nominate anyone full point and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing - she wanted to recount him thanks for the idea of the bus, and for the stumble. They weren't a couple 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 twain of times.

Amy had her intuition when Alex had asked her to go on an adventure with him a week 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 tease - the most they had done was happen an empty university classroom and grind against each former, fully clothed, while they made out and lightly explored each other. Alex would move along to her cervix after a patch - he loved giving neck opening osculation - and tell her how hot he found her between kisses and bites.

And there was a lot to say - Amy had an amazing digit and knew it, sometimes to the extent where she would loosen her chassis for very lucky guys in way too elusive to pin as knowing. Her brown eyes were flirty yet innocent, and she was blessed with beat genetics, with an inquisitive, alluring brass that complimented her innocent yet aphrodisiacal expression, as well as boasting an adorable set of freckles. The genetic science didn't just end at her face, blessing her with a shockingly curvy organic structure that boasted both impressive breasts and hips that made every girl she knew jealous. Her Brown University straight hair's-breadth was always done up in a conservative ponytail, and her choice of vesture was always button-down to equal. A lot about her was conservative, really - having been raised the daughter of a pastor from the John stat mi Baptists, she knew she would have been caught dead if her parents knew she did anything outside of a 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 call a star bookman, Alex had his own quirky variant of good luck charm, and an ability to make anyone open up to him. Within month of confluence Alex and also deciding she wouldn't pursue any kinds of hookups like her acquaintance did, Amy ended up getting quite cheeseparing with Alex when they happened to be discussing his relationship at a java shop one dark. In infinitesimal one of that conversation, Alex revealed that he and his girlfriend were poly. In bit two, he revealed what a self-described adulteress he was. In minute ten, Amy was shocked to find that she had started shifting in her buns, she was so rick on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to culture shock and didn't want to be too peculiar, but ended up always asking Alex Sir Thomas More interrogation about how poly civilisation worked. The more dubiousness he answered, the more than Amy was stunned at how easily he was willing to open up about his own sex life, and the wetting agent she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to wank as she asked him dirtier and dirtier interrogation over school text, and had went from not needing to jack off at all to doing it several 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's breadth or respective. 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 while just as he knew she wanted him, and after Amy tried to play obtuse by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a recollective fantasize story about eating her out in the middle 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 night - 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 mellow schooltime again for the weeks after, sneaking looks at each former when they crossed track in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a private portion 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 schoolhouse yr 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 other, with the shade only sometimes turning sexual. Then, out of nowhere, Alex surprised her by proposing the two of them take a journey to a bungalow on the Cicily Isabel Fairfield Coast his family owned. An adventure, he said. Amy knew, or at least thought, that this was the moment, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a move on her the entire week, with the both of them sleeping in different beds.

And that was so torment. Amy was always the tease. Amy was always the girl that drove Guy tempestuous with her soundbox, her dope, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a banger in prevision of when Alex would finally hold up out one of those fantasies he was always telling her - piece of tail her up against the bungalow window with her physical structure on total exhibit, finger her under the table at a eatery he would use up her to, bring her to the pier and fuck her against the fencing, not caring who saw them - and he never did. As the calendar week's usable time grew shorter and curt, Amy was more and Thomas More sure it would happen, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to masturbate, knowing that would stimulate the inevitable moment Alex pinned her 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 take on the guiltless one of the two ( a sound choice on her end, as Alex was always the more blunt and forward one ). Maybe he had his lady friend suddenly went kissing disease. Maybe he wanted to testify he genuinely liked her as a friend and the two were capable to part a with child week together without needing to fuck. Whatever it was, she knew two matter - one, she respected him for what he did no subject why, and two, she was corneous 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 material and the theme of exhibitionism, but also knew that both of them thought of it as a hypothetical, as a fantasy. She knew she wouldn't, and couldn't, actually masturbate 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 pictorial matter Alex fucking her, Alex finally taking her, Alex ripping off her conservative denim and Amy finally getting to feel him inside her, like she craved all workweek. Amy started to squirm in her seat as the phantasy played out in her mind…

***

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

For a little while longer, she was contented to stare out the window and just reckon 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 head 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 give turned away gingerly to look out the windowpane again when suddenly she felt movement. Kissing. The galvanic trace of back talk on her neck opening, sending underage daze flowing through her. If there was one descriptor of foreplay that got Amy going, it was neck opening kisses. She scoffed, whispering,"You aren't asleep at all !"in a playfully accusatory tone.

Alex never responded. Instead, niggling by little, the kisses became more and more forceful. Amy was getting a minuscule concerned at this period, looking around nervously without moving too lots to give herself away. She wasn't for sure how she felt about how on display the couple were, but even then, that didn't stop her center from fluttering and from trivial moan escaping her lips. The kisses by this point had definitely graduated to love bite, 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 point, both of them were insanely turned on and not set up by any means to go out it where it was. Soon after, Alex took one of his custody and slue it down her front end, tracing a descent down her midriff to below her smash, where he pried her legs open ( which Amy had to take matte up endorse nature at this point ) and started rubbing her over her jean. It didn't subject much that Amy couldn't actually feel it very much, the neck kisses had made her more turn on than anything and she was not hypersensitive to his touch and panting with every move he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the entirely thing. She could feel it just enough to palpate energize, to feel on display. Amy thought she would receive felt more uneasy putting on an literal world carrying into action for the first time, but it felt so marvelous, so awing, so right to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the restiveness washables away, replaced with desire and lust. She wanted null more than Alex right hand now, and to be his. To be marked as his, to complete the ritual. She grabbed his headway and moved it to aline with her own, and kissed him with a heat she didn't do it she had. She wasted no sentence and didn't have the patience to pester him, she instead immediately wrestled her tongue with his as she practically writhed in her rear, begging for release.

As she released her kiss and still felt the hand on her pants, her eye slowly opened to reveal the first set of eyes on the adventurous duo. A young fille, probably 20 at previous, mouth slightly open in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the Bible in her hands. Being a decently rational young lady most of the time, Amy had figured seeing someone posting her would click her out of any horny province 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 video display for a definite audience, and she liked being Alex's populace slut. Amy licked her sass, not taking her eyes off of the girl, and moaned slightly flashy, as an experiment.

The girl didn't motion, she only stared back, still probably in disbelief. Amy was willing to gaze down the girlfriend and see if she would win ( she was reasonably sure luxuria was building up in the missy's eyes ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her oculus tore away from the girlfriend to the source. Alex was unbuttoning her pant, and Amy couldn't assist but groan uncontrollably. It was happening. It was actually fucking happening. She lifted her ample ass enough for Alex to slew her gasp and step-in down her beautiful peg, and spread those legs farther in anticipation of feeling Alex's no doubtfulness expert deal on her, with no stupid clothing in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk daughter thought to herself, losing her handle on reality in the face of out of the question pleasure. She just wanted to palpate Alex's hands on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his right girl.

More people were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one digit, then two inside her. His hands felt every bit as soundly as she'd hoped. Amy could barely open up her eyes enough to see a man watching with his partner, his girl. She could tell that watching her and Alex had turned this man on - no, it had driven his lust wild. He began to passionately kiss his girlfriend, which surprised her at kickoff. While looking around in surprise, the girlfriend finally claps her eyes on the exhibitionist pair and, still in liplock, smiles mischievously at Amy with her eyes. Seemingly not wanting to be outdone, never taking her regard off of Amy, she reaches into her boyfriend's pants and Pisces the Fishes out his cock.

Even with the disturbed site she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in delight. She had absolutely no clue what was going on, but with her skunk overwhelmed like this, all she could do is throw her brain back and moan. Amy wasn't the sole one to notice the competing couple, with Alex looking intently at them as she begins to jacklight her boyfriend off, and being entranced to the degree where he stopped fingering Amy, for just a few seconds. He turned his regard to face her, with a hunger in his eyes, having never said a news this all clip, and in one surprisingly swift motion, tore her shirt off. He couldn't bother to hit her bra and hastily shoved it to the side, launching on her erect nipples immediately, encircling her ring of color teasingly with his tongue. Amy was still trying to curb her moaning, but they couldn't escape the fact that a lot of guys were intentionally watching her at this point. Amy took her gaze back to the master copy bookworm lady friend, who had a hired hand down her pants and was biting her lip in lust, 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 girl, who put on the smallest, most sheepish smile ever as her hand slowly re-descended back into her pants to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking spyglass at that point. Some guy rope were rubbing themselves through their clothing, with the more adventurous I going so far as to take out their dicks. The competitive couple was fully going at it at this stop - the lady friend's headspring was in her boyfriend's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to retrieve about how crazy this situation 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 residuum of the bus wasn't fully cognizant what was going on by now, Amy threw her pass back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this attention, and how commodity he was making her flavor. 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 good 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 pants as if they were ablaze. Quickly and spontaneously, she turned around and took out Alex's peter, which was wonderfully thick, long, and painfully unvoiced. She had considered blowing him, but blowjobs were for teases, and Amy wasn't a coquette - she was a hussy. Instead she began to sit herself down on Alex, positioning herself above his pulsating member. At world-class, Alex chuckled in disbelief, but quickly helped her, to the shouting of the bus passengers that surrounded them, as Alex slowly inserted himself into Amy for the first time.

eventide 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 swear she had died and gone to heaven. There was null she wanted more 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 travel herself up and down on Alex's cock in the name of putting on a upright display, 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 good girl.

She rode him with near-blinding speed, almost screaming with pleasance as masses masturbate to the pot of her, Alex now pumping her rightfulness back as she rode him. That's when the game-changing moment happened - one boldface boy, about her age, approached her with his cock in hand. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his first existent chemical reaction of the night, and slowed down his push, enough to steady her. Amy, adrenaline taking over, took the hint. Heart pounding, unable to trust she was doing this, took the stranger's dick in her mouth.

The champion of having her mouth filled with a stranger's cock is filling her top dog with naughty sentiment and taboo pleasures. She knew, in that moment, that this was how she was meant to be. Being the bus slut felt so right field to her.

No one could resist at this point in time, and other men soon lined up to get the fortune to have Amy suck them off. They were practically a blur, and Amy was going from one to the next like a pro. Like a hussy. One came in her mouth - Amy recognized him as the boyfriend who got blown by his partner what felt same second base before this happened. She got curious as to where the girl ended up - as if on cue, the girlfriend appeared beside her, smiling and tilting Amy's principal towards hers. She gave Amy a cute heartbeat before kissing her deeply with Amy's mouth full of cum, using her tongue in Amy's mouth to trade spit and cum between their two mouths. Guys, random stranger she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the kiss as Alex picked up speed, drilling her with his long, compact cock.

Amy could still sample cum in her sassing as the girlfriend pulled away from the kiss, kneels down beside the master exhibitionists, and takes the next guy in business into her mouth. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two girls, a populace display and a cock sucking slattern. To Amy's let out amazement, it doesn't finally long and the next guy grabs the blowjob slut, throws her against the seat in front man of her, tears off her pants, and starts railing her, right there in presence of Amy. She had a front row buns to watching this girl get fucked by a guy she doesn't even know, all while she rode Alex like her life history depended on it and desperately sucked off strangers, savoring the cum and joy they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the recess of her eye that even the bookworm young lady 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 clearly that this was her first sexual experience ever, and Amy felt so lofty to know she had caused it.

Amy wanted to do this every day. She wanted to disgrace herself like this to everyone. Amy was such a proficient missy, such a unspoilt slut, knowing it was her job to pleasure all these men, knowing they were cumming for her.

She was the safe slattern 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 timelessness, Alex exploded inside her, releasing more cum than she thought a mortal 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 intense coming she had ever experienced. After her sexual climax subsided, Amy knew exactly what to do. She gently got up off of the spent Alex, walked calmly to the binding of the bus ( making sure to put a saunter into her base on balls to show off her amazing and cum-splattered ass ) and bent against a chair near the back, arching her spine and oblation her kitty 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 rest of the drive. And what a long, rocky drive it would be.

***

Amy awoke with a start, 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 asleep. In fact, as she glanced around the bus, she could confirm that everyone was asleep. At offset, she was angry, realizing that the fancy was just that, a phantasy, but then she glanced over at sleeping Alex's crotch.

She stared at it for a few sec, decision on her expression, 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 sense Alex's crotch over his blue jean, when Alex's center 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 grinning on her boldness. She said nothing further, and continued to caress him as she felt him getting hard."Everyone's asleep. How a lot do you think we can get away with right now ?"

Alex's expression turned from shocked to mischievous delight as they attacked each other's mouths in animalistic passion.



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