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

She ended up being surprised with how much she liked the bus ride. Free wireless fidelity, air conditioning ( which was prissy for the dead-of-summer tripper across DoS line of descent ) and room for her plenteous leg to stretch and feel at home. It wasn't easy 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 play the part of someone who didn't upkeep 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 hours, Alex was already asleep. His hazelnut tree middle were fully closed, his mouth slightly assailable, clearly in trench nap. His rather pale skin was easygoing to see contrasting his dark wearing apparel. His light wavy pitch-dark whisker was somehow always perfect, and his unattackable jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian background for, could make anyone stop and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing - she wanted to tell him thanks for the melodic theme of the bus, and for the trip-up. They weren't a span by any means - in fact, Alex had a girlfriend - but thanks to the fact that Alex and his lady friend were undefended, Amy and Alex had made out a couple of times.

Amy had her suspicions 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 find an empty university schoolroom 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 while - he loved giving cervix kiss - and tell her how hot he found her between kisses and bites.

And there was a lot to say - Amy had an amazing figure and knew it, sometimes to the extent where she would tease her figure for very golden guys in shipway too subtle to pin as intentional. Her brownish eyes were flirty yet impeccant, and she was blessed with awful genetic science, with an inquisitive, alluring face that complimented her barren yet aphrodisiac expression, as well as boasting an adorable set of freckles. The genetics didn't just end at her face, blessing her with a shockingly curvaceous body that boasted both telling breasts and rosehip that made every girl she knew jealous. Her brown straight hair was always done up in a conservative ponytail, and her alternative of habiliment was always conservativist to match. A lot about her was conservativist, really - having been raised the daughter of a pastor from the John Miles 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 scream a star bookman, Alex had his own kinky version of charm, and an power to make anyone open up to him. Within month of coming together Alex and also deciding she wouldn't pursue any kinds of hookups like her Friend did, Amy ended up getting quite close with Alex when they happened to be discussing his relationship at a chocolate shop one nighttime. In arcminute 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 second ten, Amy was shocked to witness that she had started shifting in her rear, she was so change state on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to refinement blow and didn't want to be too curious, but ended up always asking Alex more questions about how poly finish worked. The to a greater extent questions he answered, the more Amy was stunned at how easily he was volition to unfold up about his own sex life, and the wetting agent she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to masturbate as she asked him ill-gotten and dirtier inquiry over textbook, and had went from not needing to fuck off at all to doing it several times a day, without Alex ever knowing.

Or so she thought. One dark 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 digit or several. Amy, two fingers into herself, hadn't known how to respond, and played it devoid, 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 play dull by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a long fantasy story about eating her out in the heart 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 high school again for the calendar week after, sneaking looks at each other when they crossed paths in the university hall before they eventually snuck off to a common soldier constituent of campus and made out for the first base time.

From that spot on, neither one of them could get the other out of their thinker, but their timing wasn't the just - the school year had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summer category. For a few hebdomad the two were capacity to only text each other, with the musical note 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 due west sea-coast his family owned. An dangerous undertaking, he said. Amy knew, or at least thinking, 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 total week, with the both of them sleeping in dissimilar beds.

And that was so frustrating. Amy was always the annoyer. Amy was always the girlfriend that drove guys untamed with her body, her boobs, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a cracker in expectation 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 fully showing, finger's breadth her under the table at a eating place he would take aim her to, bring her to the pier and fuck her against the fence, not caring who saw them - and he never did. As the week's available metre grew scant and shorter, Amy was more and More sure it would happen, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to masturbate, knowing that would make the inevitable moment Alex pinned her grim and tore all of her clothes 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 play the guiltless one of the two ( a good pick 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 turn out he genuinely liked her as a friend and the two were able to share a dandy calendar week together without needing to fuck. Whatever it was, she knew two things - one, she respected him for what he did no topic why, and two, she was randy than she had ever been in her hale life.

Amy bit her lip, still looking at Alex. She knew that they both were super into public stuff and nonsense and the idea of exhibitionism, but also knew that both of them persuasion of it as a supposititious, as a fantasy. She knew she wouldn't, and couldn't, actually masturbate on the bus with so many citizenry 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 moving-picture show Alex fucking her, Alex finally taking her, Alex ripping off her conservative jean and Amy finally getting to experience him inside her, like she craved all week. Amy started to squirm in her seat as the phantasy played out in her mind…

***

It was late at nighttime, late sufficiency that the lights were on throughout the bus, painting everything in its slight jaundiced tint, but soon the lights would bend off so that the bus-goers could get some sleep. Amy was all-inclusive awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex.

For a little while yearner, she was content to stare 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 headway 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 bear turned away gingerly to take care out the windowpane again when suddenly she felt movement. Kissing. The electric touch of lips on her cervix, sending minor shocks flowing through her. If there was one soma 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, little by little, the kiss became more and more forceful. Amy was getting a little concerned at this point, looking around nervously without moving too much to return herself away. She wasn't for sure how she felt about how on presentation the match were, but even then, that didn't stop her eyes from fluttering and from little moans escaping her lip. The kiss by this point had definitely graduated to hickeys, and by the way Alex had adjusted, he was definitely very wake, very cognizant of what he was doing, and most seductively, very confident.

By this compass point, both of them were insanely turned on and not set up by any means to leave it where it was. Soon after, Alex took one of his manus and skid it down her front end, tracing a line down her midriff to below her belt, where he pried her legs clear ( which Amy had to admit felt arcsecond nature at this item ) and started rubbing her over her blue jean. It didn't affair practically that Amy couldn't actually palpate it very much, the neck candy kiss had made her more turn over on than anything and she was not sensitized to his touch and panting with every move he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the whole matter. She could find it just enough to feel arouse, to feel on display. Amy thought she would take felt more neural putting on an actual public performance for the first fourth dimension, but it felt so wonderful, so abominable, so right to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness wash drawing away, replaced with desire and lust. She wanted zilch Thomas More than Alex right hand 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 of Christ 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 rear end, begging for release.

As she released her osculation and still felt the paw on her knickers, her middle slowly opened to bring out the first set of middle on the adventurous duo. A youth missy, probably 20 at oldest, mouth slightly heart-to-heart in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the book in her hands. Being a decently rational number girl most 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 world jade. Amy licked her lips, not taking her optic off of the girl, and moaned slightly cheap, as an experiment.

The girl didn't move, she only stared back, still probably in disbelief. Amy was leave to stare down the girl and see if she would win ( she was reasonably sure enough lust was building up in the little girl's eyes ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her heart displume away from the girl to the germ. Alex was unbuttoning her pants, and Amy couldn't supporter but moan uncontrollably. It was happening. It was actually fucking happening. She lifted her copious ass enough for Alex to slide her pants and step-in down her beautiful leg, and spread those legs farther in prevision of feeling Alex's no question expert work force on her, with no stupid person wear in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk girl thought to herself, losing her traction on realism in the side of out of the question pleasure. She just wanted to sense Alex's hired hand on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his right girl.

to a greater extent multitude were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one finger's breadth, then two inside her. His deal felt every bit as good as she'd hoped. Amy could barely spread out her eyes enough to see a man watching with his cooperator, his girl. She could severalise that watching her and Alex had turned this man on - no, it had driven his thirst wild. He began to passionately kiss his girlfriend, which surprised her at first. While looking around in surprise, the girl finally claps her eye on the exhibitionist twosome 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 Pisces out his cock.

Even with the unbalanced situation she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in delight. She had absolutely no cue what was going on, but with her Mary Jane overwhelmed like this, all she could do is shake off her forefront back and moan. Amy wasn't the but one to detect the competing couple, with Alex looking intently at them as she begins to jacklight her boyfriend off, and being entranced to the point where he stopped fingering Amy, for just a few seconds. He turned his gaze to face her, with a thirstiness in his eyes, having never said a password this hale time, and in one surprisingly Jonathan Swift motility, tore her shirt off. He couldn't pain to remove her bra and hastily shoved it to the English, launching on her erect nipples immediately, encircling her areolae teasingly with his lingua. Amy was still trying to limit her moaning, but they couldn't escape the fact that a lot of guy rope were intentionally watching her at this head. Amy took her gaze back to the master copy bookworm girl, who had a hand down her drawers and was biting her lip in lust, until she noticed Amy was staring at her and abruptly pulled her hand back up. Amy simply smiled at the girl and stopped moaning to nod at the girl, who put on the smallest, nearly sheepish smile ever as her hand slowly re-descended back into her pants to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking chicken feed at that compass point. Some guys were rubbing themselves through their wearable, with the more adventurous ones going so far as to remove out their dick. The competitive duad was fully going at it at this point - the girl's principal was in her young man's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to mean 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 relaxation of the bus wasn't fully mindful what was going on by now, Amy threw her heading back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this attention, and how good he was making her flavour. She didn't give care how the citizenry 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 sensory faculty in pretending. Amy started to put up 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 pecker, which was wonderfully thick, foresighted, and painfully knockout. She had considered blowing him, but blowjobs were for teases, and Amy wasn't a tease - she was a slut. Instead she began to sit herself down on Alex, positioning herself above his pulsating member. At for the first time, 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 outset time.

Even though Amy was fairly tight, she was so wet that lubrication was zero problem. It was a sodding 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 move herself up and down on Alex's cock in the public figure 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 lustfulness as she showed all of them that she was his fucktoy, his cocksleeve, his ripe girl.

She rode him with near-blinding stop number, almost screaming with pleasure as mass masturbate to the plenty of her, Alex now pumping her right 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 mitt. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his first real reaction of the night, and slowed down his drive, enough to steady her. Amy, epinephrine taking over, took the hint. Heart pounding, unable to believe she was doing this, took the stranger's cock in her mouth.

The maven of having her sass filled with a alien's cock is filling her head with risque thoughts and prohibited joy. 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 protest at this spot, and other 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 next like a pro. Like a loose woman. One came in her lip - Amy recognized him as the boyfriend who got blown by his partner what felt like second before this happened. She got rummy as to where the lady friend ended up - as if on cue, the girl 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 lingua in Amy's mouth to switch spit and cum between their two rima oris. Guys, random strangers she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the osculation as Alex picked up speed, drilling her with his long, compact cock.

Amy could still savor cum in her mouth as the lady friend pulled away from the candy kiss, kneels down beside the original exhibitionists, and takes the next guy in line into her mouth. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two missy, a populace show and a cock sucking slut. To Amy's utter amazement, it doesn't stopping point yearn and the side by side guy grabs the blowjob strumpet, throws her against the hindquarters in front of her, tears off her pants, and starts railing her, right there in front of Amy. She had a nominal head row seat to watching this girl get fucked by a guy she doesn't even acknowledge, all while she rode Alex like her life depended on it and desperately sucked off alien, savoring the cum and pleasure they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the turning point of her eye that even the bookworm girl was getting in on it, and was shyly jacking off a boy adjacent to her, whispering something in his ear as she soiled herself. It was really clear that this was her number one sexual experience ever, and Amy felt so majestic to know she had caused it.

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

She was the C. H. Best slut they've ever had. She was making them so glad. But there was one Sir Thomas More thing she could do for them.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Alex exploded inside her, releasing more than cum than she thought a person 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 vivid sexual climax 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 back of the bus ( making for certain to put a saunter into her walk to show off her amazing and cum-splattered ass ) and bent against a professorship near the rear, arching her back and offering her pussy to anyone that wanted it. She was truly the bus trollop now, and given the pedigree forming for her, she was going to be busy for the remainder of the drive. And what a long, bumpy ride it would be.

***

Amy awoke with a starting signal, a wet spot clearly visible between her legs even in the low luminance, 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 low, she was angry, realizing that the illusion 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 boldness, 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 dungaree, when Alex's optic break open 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 fount. She said nada further, and continued to fondle him as she felt him getting hard."Everyone's asleep. How much 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 lip in animalistic passion.



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