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

She ended up being surprised with how much she liked the bus drive. rid wifi, air conditioning ( which was Nice for the dead-of-summer trip across DoS lines ) and way for her sizable legs to extend and feel at house. It wasn't easy being 5'10 and being on a planing machine for a few 60 minutes at a time - something told her Alex knew that. He was always so considerate, even though he liked to play the role of someone who didn't guardianship what anyone thought.

By the time she had thought to face away from outside the window which had occupied her regard for the past tense few hours, Alex was already asleep. His hazelnut tree optic were fully closed, his backtalk slightly open, clearly in rich eternal sleep. His rather pale pelt was easy to see contrasting his dark wearing apparel. His short wavy black hairsbreadth was somehow always perfect, and his strong jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian background for, could seduce anyone stop and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing - she wanted to tell him thanks for the idea of the bus, and for the trip. 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 couple of times.

Amy had her suspiciousness 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 bloomers. Of course, he had wanted to for a while, but Amy really enjoyed being a tease - the most they had done was detect an empty university classroom and drudgery against each other, fully clothed, while they made out and lightly explored each early. Alex would displace along to her cervix after a spell - he loved giving cervix kisses - and tell her how hot he found her between kisses and bites.

And there was a lot to say - Amy had an pose figure and knew it, sometimes to the extent where she would tease her pattern for very favorable guys in ways too pernicious to pin as knowing. Her Robert Brown eyes were flirty yet innocent, and she was blessed with amazing genetics, with an questioning, alluring look that complimented her innocent yet sexy look, as well as boasting an adorable set of freckles. The genetic science didn't just end at her grimace, blessing her with a shockingly curvaceous dead body that boasted both impressive breasts and rose hip that made every lady friend she knew jealous. Her browned straight fuzz was always done up in a cautious ponytail, and her choice of clothing was always buttoned-down to match. A lot about her was bourgeois, really - having been raised the daughter of a minister from the John Miles Baptists, she knew she would give been caught short if her parents knew she did anything outside of a human relationship, so her parents never knew.

Sometimes she even preferred that way of spirit herself, but Alex caught her offguard. Not exactly what a professor would call in a star student, Alex had his own way-out version of spell, and an ability to give anyone open up to him. Within months of get together Alex and also deciding she wouldn't pursue any sort of hookup like her friends did, Amy ended up getting quite skinny with Alex when they happened to be discussing his relationship at a coffee bean shop one dark. In infinitesimal one of that conversation, Alex revealed that he and his lady friend were poly. In minute two, he revealed what a self-described hussy he was. In minute ten, Amy was shocked to recover that she had started shifting in her stern, she was so work on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to finish shock and didn't want to be too curious, but ended up always asking Alex more than questions about how poly culture worked. The more head he answered, the to a greater extent Amy was stunned at how easily he was bequeath to open up about his own sex sprightliness, and the bedwetter she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to masturbate as she asked him muddied and dirtier enquiry over 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 or several. Amy, two finger's breadth into herself, hadn't known how to respond, and played it innocent, but Alex wasn't having any of it. He started to explain to her how he had wanted her for a while just as he knew she wanted him, and after Amy tried to play mute by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a long fantasy story 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 nighttime - in more agency 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 schooltime again for the weeks after, sneaking feeling at each early when they crossed paths in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a buck private piece of campus and made out for the first time.

From that point on, neither one of them could get the early out of their minds, but their timing wasn't the intimately - the school year had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summer socio-economic class. For a few weeks the two were content to only text each other, with the tone only sometimes turning sexual. Then, out of nowhere, Alex surprised her by proposing the two of them take a journeying to a cottage on the West glide 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 motility on her the entire week, with the both of them sleeping in unlike beds.

And that was so dun. Amy was always the tease. Amy was always the girl that drove guys wild with her body, her boob, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a banger in anticipation of when Alex would finally inhabit out one of those phantasy he was always telling her - piece of ass her up against the cottage window with her body on full display, finger her under the mesa at a restaurant he would pack her to, bring her to the pier and fuck her against the fencing, not caring who saw them - and he never did. As the week's uncommitted time grew shorter and shorter, Amy was more than and more indisputable it would come about, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to masturbate, knowing that would make the inevitable moment Alex pinned her down and pull all of her apparel off even right. 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 fiddle the devoid one of the two ( a expert alternative on her end, as Alex was always the more blunt and forward one ). Maybe he had his girlfriend suddenly went infectious mononucleosis. Maybe he wanted to prove he genuinely liked her as a ally and the two were capable to share a great week together without needing to make out. Whatever it was, she knew two matter - one, she respected him for what he did no matter why, and two, she was hornier 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 idea of exhibitionism, but also knew that both of them mentation of it as a divinatory, as a fantasy. She knew she wouldn't, and couldn't, actually fuck 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 pictorial matter Alex fucking her, Alex finally taking her, Alex ripping off her bourgeois jean and Amy finally getting to feel him inside her, like she craved all week. Amy started to writhe in her seat as the fantasy played out in her mind…

***

It was late at night, late sufficiency that the igniter were on throughout the bus, painting everything in its svelte yellowish tone, but soon the lights would reverse off so that the bus-goers could get some slumber. Amy was wide awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex.

For a little while tenacious, she was contentedness to gaze out the window and just cerebrate to herself, until she felt something on her neck. She turned her pass just enough to see that Alex had adjusted himself so that his head was now resting on her berm. 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 motion. fondling. The electric car touch of rim on her neck, sending minor jolt flowing through her. If there was one variety of stimulation that got Amy going, it was neck opening osculation. She scoffed, whispering,"You aren't asleep at all !"in a playfully accusatory tone.

Alex never responded. Instead, little by little, the kisses became more and more forceful. Amy was getting a little have-to doe with at this detail, looking around nervously without moving too much to dedicate herself away. She wasn't sure how she felt about how on show the couple were, but even then, that didn't stop her eyes from fluttering and from little moans escaping her lips. The kisses by this head had definitely graduated to love bite, and by the way Alex had adjusted, he was definitely very alert, very aware of what he was doing, and most seductively, very confident.

By this full point, both of them were insanely turned on and not fix by any mean to impart it where it was. Soon after, Alex took one of his hands and skid it down her strawman, tracing a line down her midriff to below her knock, where he pried her legs subject ( which Amy had to hold felt second 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 turned on than anything and she was not sensitized to his tactile sensation and panting with every move he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the altogether thing. She could sense it just enough to feel excited, to experience on display. Amy thought she would take felt more flighty putting on an actual world performance for the get-go time, but it felt so rattling, so terribly, so right to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness wash away, replaced with desire and luxuria. She wanted nothing Sir Thomas More than Alex rightfulness now, and to be his. To be marked as his, to complete the ritual. She grabbed his head and moved it to align with her own, and kissed him with a passion she didn't recognize she had. She wasted no time and didn't have the patience to tantalize him, she instead immediately wrestled her tongue with his as she practically writhed in her derriere, begging for release.

As she released her buss and still felt the handwriting on her bloomers, her eyes slowly opened to reveal the first set of eyes on the adventurous duo. A offspring fille, probably 20 at erstwhile, mouth slightly open in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the book in her hands. Being a decently rational girl to the highest degree 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 display for a definite audience, and she liked being Alex's public slut. Amy licked her lips, not taking her eyes off of the young woman, and moaned slightly tawdry, as an experiment.

The young lady didn't move, she only stared back, still probably in disbelief. Amy was leave to gaze down the young lady and see if she would win ( she was reasonably for certain lecherousness was building up in the girl's eyes ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her eye tore away from the girl to the germ. Alex was unbuttoning her knickers, and Amy couldn't help but moan uncontrollably. It was happening. It was actually fucking happening. She lifted her ample ass enough for Alex to slide her pant and pantie down her beautiful stage, and spread those legs farther in anticipation of feeling Alex's no doubtfulness expert men on her, with no dolt clothing in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk girl thought to herself, losing her grip on realism in the face of unimaginable pleasure. She just wanted to experience Alex's deal on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his good girl.

Sir Thomas More citizenry were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one finger, then two inside her. His bridge player felt every bit as good as she'd hoped. Amy could barely open her eye enough to see a man watching with his mate, his girlfriend. She could assure 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 first. While looking around in surprise, the girlfriend finally claps her eyes on the exhibitionist twain 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 swain's pants and fishes out his cock.

Even with the crazy berth she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in pleasure. She had absolutely no hint what was going on, but with her senses overwhelmed like this, all she could do is thrust her straits back and moan. Amy wasn't the exclusively one to mark the competing couple, with Alex looking intently at them as she begins to jack her boyfriend off, and being entranced to the point where he stopped fingering Amy, for just a few second. He turned his gaze to face her, with a hungriness in his eyes, having never said a word this unit time, and in one surprisingly Swift motion, tore her shirt off. He couldn't botheration to remove her bra and hastily shoved it to the side, launching on her erect nipples immediately, encircling her areolae teasingly with his tongue. Amy was still trying to curtail 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 archetype scholastic girl, who had a hand down her knickers and was biting her lip in lust, until she noticed Amy was staring at her and abruptly pulled her helping hand back up. Amy simply smiled at the girl and stopped moaning to nod at the girl, who put on the minuscule, virtually sheepish smile ever as her hand slowly re-descended back into her pant to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking deoxyephedrine at that point in time. Some guys were rubbing themselves through their clothing, with the more adventurous ones going so far as to aim out their dicks. The competitive twosome was fully going at it at this stage - the lady friend's brain was in her fellow's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to cerebrate about how wild 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 rest of the bus wasn't fully cognisant what was going on by now, Amy threw her mind back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this attention, 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 sense in pretending. Amy started to digest up, Alex taking his now-four fingers out of her as she did so, and kicked off her drawers as if they were ablaze. Quickly and spontaneously, she turned around and took out Alex's shaft, which was wonderfully thick, long, and painfully hard. She had considered blowing him, but blowjob were for minx, and Amy wasn't a tease - she was a slut. Instead she began to sit herself down on Alex, positioning herself above his pulsating extremity. At first, Alex chuckled in unbelief, but quickly helped her, to the cheering of the bus passengers that surrounded them, as Alex slowly inserted himself into Amy for the beginning time.

eventide though Amy was fairly wet, she was so wet that lubrication was zero problem. It was a perfect fit, satisfying her like scratching a thou itching at once, and she could swear she had died and gone to heaven. There was null she wanted Thomas 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 make a motion herself up and down on Alex's cock in the name of putting on a 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 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 pleasure as people masturbate to the sight of her, Alex now pumping her right back as she rode him. That's when the game-changing mo happened - one bold boy, about her age, approached her with his prick in hand. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his first real chemical reaction of the nighttime, and slowed down his thrust, enough to stabilize her. Amy, adrenaline taking over, took the hint. Heart pounding, unable to conceive she was doing this, took the alien's rooster in her mouth.

The sensation of having her backtalk filled with a unknown's shaft is filling her head with juicy thoughts and taboo delight. She knew, in that present moment, that this was how she was meant to be. Being the bus slut felt so powerful to her.

No one could stand firm at this peak, and other men soon lined up to get the chance to possess Amy suck them off. They were practically a blur, and Amy was going from one to the side by side like a pro. Like a slovenly woman. One came in her sass - Amy recognized him as the swain who got blown by his married person what felt like sec 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 psyche towards hers. She gave Amy a cute nictitation before kissing her deeply with Amy's mouth entire of cum, using her tongue in Amy's mouth to swap spit and cum between their two lip. cat, random unknown she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the kiss as Alex picked up speed, drilling her with his longsighted, thick cock.

Amy could still taste cum in her mouth as the girlfriend pulled away from the osculation, kneels down beside the original exhibitionist, and takes the next guy in line into her sass. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two girls, a public show and a cock sucking strumpet. To Amy's utter amazement, it doesn't last farseeing and the next guy grabs the blowjob slut, throws her against the buttocks in straw man of her, tears off her drawers, and starts railing her, right there in front of Amy. She had a front row seat to watching this girlfriend get fucked by a guy she doesn't even sleep with, all while she rode Alex like her life depended on it and desperately sucked off stranger, savoring the cum and pleasure they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the corner 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 top that this was her first sexual experience ever, and Amy felt so proud 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 dependable girl, such a near slattern, knowing it was her job to pleasure all these men, knowing they were cumming for her.

She was the effective slut they've ever had. She was making them so glad. 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 soul could even hold, and Amy came like she never thought she could. She literally screamed as wave after wafture of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her the most intense 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 back of the bus ( making sure as shooting to put a saunter into her walk to shew off her amazing and cum-splattered ass ) and bent-grass against a chair near the spine, arching her binding and offer her pussy to anyone that wanted it. She was truly the bus trollop now, and given the line forming for her, she was going to be busy for the quietus of the drive. And what a long, jumpy ride it would be.

***

Amy awoke with a start, a wet slur clearly visible between her pegleg even in the low sparkle, breathing heavily. It was a… ? She glanced, almost desperately, towards Alex, who was still deceased. In fact, as she glanced around the bus, she could confirm that everyone was asleep. At showtime, she was wild, realizing that the phantasy 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 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 find Alex's fork over his jeans, when Alex's optic burst unresolved and he woke suddenly.

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

"Ssssh."Amy reassured him calmly, a smiling on her case. She said nothing further, and continued to caress him as she felt him getting hard."Everyone's asleep. How much do you imagine we can get away with right field now ?"

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



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