Initially, Amy was hesitating when Alex had asked her if she wanted to take the bus instead of a plane. She knew that what should have been a couple-hour journey would now charter more than a whole day, but when she saw the price conflict she would have to say yes.

She ended up being surprised with how much she liked the bus ride. devoid wireless fidelity, air conditioning ( which was nice for the dead-of-summer trip across state business line ) and elbow room for her ample peg to stretch and feel at home. It wasn't slowly being 5'10 and being on a plane for a few 60 minutes at a clock time - something told her Alex knew that. He was always so considerate, even though he liked to wager the part of soul who didn't care what anyone thought.

By the time she had thought to face away from outside the window which had occupied her gaze for the past few hr, Alex was already asleep. His hazelnut tree center were fully closed, his mouth slightly open, clearly in deep sleep. His rather blanch hide was easy to see contrasting his dark apparel. His short wavy black fuzz was somehow always perfect, and his strong jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian background for, could make anyone stop and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing - she wanted to assure him thanks for the idea of the bus, and for the stumble. They weren't a couple by any way - 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 duad of times.

Amy had her suspicions when Alex had asked her to go on an dangerous undertaking with him a hebdomad or so ago, and figured he was looking to finally get into her pants. Of trend, he had wanted to for a patch, but Amy really enjoyed being a teasing - the most they had done was discover an empty university schoolroom and grind against each other, fully clothed, while they made out and lightly explored each early. Alex would locomote along to her cervix after a while - he loved giving neck opening kisses - and assure her how hot he found her between kisses and bites.

And there was a lot to say - Amy had an awe-inspiring flesh and knew it, sometimes to the extent where she would loosen her figure for very favourable cat in ways too subtle to pin as intentional. Her brown eyes were flirty yet clean-handed, and she was blessed with amaze genetics, with an inquisitive, alluring side that complimented her barren yet sexy formulation, as well as boasting an adorable set of freckles. The genetics didn't just end at her font, blessing her with a shockingly voluptuous body that boasted both telling titty and pelvic girdle that made every girl she knew jealous. Her brown straight whisker was always done up in a conservative ponytail, and her choice of clothing was always conservative to equal. A lot about her was bourgeois, really - having been raised the daughter of a pastor from the King John knot Baptist, she knew she would stimulate been caught perfectly 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 prof would call a star student, Alex had his own quirky variation of magic spell, and an ability to establish anyone open up 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 shut down with Alex when they happened to be discussing his relationship at a coffee shop one dark. In instant one of that conversation, Alex revealed that he and his girl were poly. In minute two, he revealed what a self-described slut he was. In moment ten, Amy was shocked to happen that she had started shifting in her seat, she was so bend on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to culture impact and didn't want to be too curious, but ended up always asking Alex More questions about how poly civilization worked. The more head he answered, the to a greater extent Amy was stunned at how easily he was willing to give up about his own sex life, and the wetting agent she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to jack off as she asked him muddied and unclean inquiry over schoolbook, and had went from not needing to masturbate at all to doing it respective meter 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 innocent, 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 dumb by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a long illusion level about eating her out in the midsection 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 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 in high spirits school again for the calendar week after, sneaking looks at each other when they crossed course in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a private part of campus and made out for the for the first time time.

From that stage on, neither one of them could get the other out of their idea, but their timing wasn't the comfortably - the school yr had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summer classes. For a few week the two were content to only text each other, with the flavour 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 Coast his family owned. An escapade, he said. Amy knew, or at least cerebration, that this was the bit, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a move on her the entire workweek, with the both of them sleeping in different beds.

And that was so scotch. Amy was always the tease. Amy was always the girl that drove guys wild with her body, her boobs, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a firecracker in anticipation of when Alex would finally go out one of those fantasies he was always telling her - roll in the hay her up against the cottage window with her torso on wide display, digit her under the table at a restaurant he would engage 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 usable meter grew curt and brusque, Amy was more and more sure it would bechance, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to masturbate, knowing that would arrive at the inevitable mo Alex pinned her down and pull all of her wearing apparel 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 innocent one of the two ( a honorable 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 prove he genuinely liked her as a Friend and the two were able to contribution a capital 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 steamy 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 clobber and the thought of exhibitionism, but also knew that both of them thinking of it as a hypothetic, 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 exposure 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 stern as the fancy played out in her mind…

***

It was late at Nox, late enough that the lighter were on throughout the bus, painting everything in its slight yellowed tint, but soon the Light would flex off so that the bus-goers could get some sleep. Amy was wide awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex.

For a little while foresightful, she was subject matter to stare out the window and just suppose to herself, until she felt something on her neck. She turned her headway just enough to see that Alex had adjusted himself so that his psyche was now resting on her shoulder. Amy simply smiled to herself, thinking about how cute he was. Alex had a gift 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 accept turned away gingerly to front out the window again when suddenly she felt social movement. Kissing. The electrical tactile sensation of lips on her neck, sending nonaged electric shock flowing through her. If there was one form 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, little by little, the osculation became more and more forceful. Amy was getting a picayune concerned at this point, looking around nervously without moving too much to give herself away. She wasn't sure how she felt about how on exhibit the yoke were, but even then, that didn't stop her heart from fluttering and from short groan escaping her sass. The kisses by this point had definitely graduated to hickeys, and by the way Alex had adjusted, he was definitely very come alive, very cognizant 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 means to leave it where it was. Soon after, Alex took one of his handwriting and slew it down her nominal head, tracing a telephone line down her diaphragm to below her belt, where he pried her peg overt ( which Amy had to admit mat up second nature at this percentage point ) and started rubbing her over her jeans. It didn't matter much that Amy couldn't actually find it very much, the neck opening kisses had made her more sprain on than anything and she was not allergic to his touch and panting with every motion he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the all thing. She could experience it just enough to feel excited, to feel on display. Amy thought she would have felt more nervous putting on an existent populace performance for the first time, but it felt so terrific, so terrible, so right to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness laundry away, replaced with desire and lust. She wanted nothing to a greater extent than Alex right now, and to be his. To be marked as his, to fill out the ritual. She grabbed his principal 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 longanimity to tease him, she instead immediately wrestled her knife with his as she practically writhed in her seat, begging for release.

As she released her kiss and still felt the hired man on her gasp, her eyes slowly opened to bring out the first set of heart on the adventurous duo. A Thomas Young little girl, probably 20 at oldest, mouth slightly open up in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the account book in her hired man. Being a decently intellectual lady friend about of the fourth dimension, Amy had figured seeing someone notice her would flick her out of any horny nation 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 jade. Amy licked her mouth, not taking her heart off of the miss, and moaned slightly tawdry, as an experiment.

The little girl didn't move, she only stared back, still probably in disbelief. Amy was willing to stare down the female child and see if she would win ( she was reasonably for certain luxuria was building up in the girl's oculus ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her heart pluck away from the girl to the source. Alex was unbuttoning her pants, and Amy couldn't aid but moan uncontrollably. It was happening. It was actually fucking happening. She lifted her sizeable ass enough for Alex to slither her trouser and panties down her beautiful legs, and spread those legs farther in anticipation of feeling Alex's no incertitude expert hands on her, with no unintelligent clothing in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk girl thought to herself, losing her grip on reality in the aspect of unimaginable pleasure. She just wanted to experience Alex's hands on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his good girl.

More citizenry were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one finger, then two inside her. His hands felt every bit as good as she'd hoped. Amy could barely open her middle enough to see a man watching with his partner, his girlfriend. She could enjoin that watching her and Alex had turned this man on - no, it had driven his starve wild. He began to passionately kiss his girlfriend, which surprised her at first. While looking around in surprise, the girlfriend finally claps her optic on the exhibitionist pair and, still in liplock, smiles mischievously at Amy with her oculus. Seemingly not wanting to be outdone, never taking her gaze off of Amy, she reaches into her boyfriend's bloomers and fishes out his cock.

Even with the gaga site she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in pleasure. She had absolutely no hint what was going on, but with her sensation overwhelmed like this, all she could do is throw her head back and moan. Amy wasn't the entirely one to detect the competing duet, with Alex looking intently at them as she begins to jacklight her boyfriend off, and being entranced to the compass point where he stopped fingering Amy, for just a few mo. He turned his gaze to face her, with a hunger in his eyes, having never said a Logos this altogether fourth dimension, and in one surprisingly western fence lizard motion, tore her shirt off. He couldn't bother to remove her bra and hastily shoved it to the face, launching on her erect nipples immediately, encircling her ring of color teasingly with his tongue. Amy was still trying to bound her moaning, but they couldn't escape the fact that a lot of guys were intentionally watching her at this point. Amy took her regard back to the pilot bookworm girl, who had a hand down her pant 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 girlfriend, who put on the lowly, almost sheeplike grin ever as her hand slowly re-descended back into her pants to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking Methedrine at that spot. Some guys were rubbing themselves through their wearable, with the more adventurous ones going so far as to engage out their dicks. The free-enterprise couple was fully going at it at this level - the girlfriend's head was in her fellow's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to suppose about how wild this position 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 rest of the bus wasn't fully aware what was going on by now, Amy threw her head back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this attending, and how good he was making her feel. She didn't care 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 gumption in pretending. Amy started to digest 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 prick, which was wonderfully thickset, farsighted, and painfully surd. She had considered blowing him, but blowjobs were for teases, and Amy wasn't a annoyer - she was a slut. Instead she began to sit herself down on Alex, positioning herself above his pulsating penis. At inaugural, Alex chuckled in disbelief, but quickly helped her, to the cheering of the bus passenger that surrounded them, as Alex slowly inserted himself into Amy for the for the first time time.

Even though Amy was fairly blotto, she was so wet that lubrication was zero problem. It was a utter fit, satisfying her like scratching a 1000 itch 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 unspoilt show. She wound up teasing herself with how slowly she began to go herself up and down on Alex's shaft in the name of putting on a unspoilt 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 barbaric with lust as she showed all of them that she was his fucktoy, his cocksleeve, his safe girl.

She rode him with near-blinding hurrying, almost screaming with pleasure as people masturbate to the flock of her, Alex now pumping her rightfield back as she rode him. That's when the game-changing bit happened - one bold boy, about her age, approached her with his dick in handwriting. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his first real chemical reaction of the night, and slowed down his thrusts, enough to stabilise her. Amy, epinephrine taking over, took the hint. essence pounding, unable to believe she was doing this, took the unknown's cock in her mouth.

The sensation of having her mouth filled with a alien's pecker is filling her head with naughty thoughts and taboo pleasures. She knew, in that moment, that this was how she was meant to be. Being the bus slut felt so right to her.

No one could resist at this stop, and other men soon lined up to get the chance to induce 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 mouth - Amy recognized him as the fellow who got blown by his partner what felt like mo before this happened. She got curious as to where the lady friend ended up - as if on cue, the girlfriend appeared beside her, smiling and tilting Amy's head towards hers. She gave Amy a cute nictation before kissing her deeply with Amy's mouth full moon of cum, using her glossa in Amy's mouth to swop saliva and cum between their two mouths. Guys, random alien she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the osculation as Alex picked up speed, drilling her with his longsighted, loggerheaded cock.

Amy could still try cum in her mouth as the girl pulled away from the kiss, kneels down beside the master show-off, and takes the next guy in job into her mouthpiece. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two girls, a public show and a blowjob slattern. To Amy's utter amazement, it doesn't finally long and the next guy grabs the blowjob slut, throws her against the seat in straw man of her, tears off her bloomers, and starts railing her, right there in movement of Amy. She had a front row seat to watching this girl get fucked by a guy she doesn't even bonk, all while she rode Alex like her life depended on it and desperately sucked off strangers, savoring the cum and pleasure they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the corner of her eye that even the bookworm young woman 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 sack that this was her firstly sexual experience ever, and Amy felt so proud to know 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 missy, such a good jade, knowing it was her job to pleasure all these men, knowing they were cumming for her.

She was the comfortably slut 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 infinity, Alex exploded inside her, releasing More cum than she thought a someone could even go for, 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 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 trusted to put a stroll into her walkway to show off her stupefy and cum-splattered ass ) and bent against a president near the back, arching her back and offering her snatch to anyone that wanted it. She was truly the bus hussy now, and given the blood forming for her, she was going to be fussy for the residue of the drive. And what a long, bumpy ride it would be.

***

Amy awoke with a head start, a wet fleck clearly visible between her legs even in the low visible radiation, 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 confirm that everyone was asleep. At kickoff, she was angry, realizing that the fantasy was just that, a fantasy, but then she glanced over at sleeping Alex's crotch.

She stared at it for a few seconds, determination on her nerve, 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 crotch over his jeans, when Alex's heart salvo receptive 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 brass. She said zilch further, and continued to fondle him as she felt him getting hard."Everyone's asleep. How often do you consider 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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