Amy 'S Fantasy


Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Erotica, Group-Sex, Oral-Sex
Initially, Amy was hesitant when Alex had asked her if she wanted to get hold of the bus instead of a plane. She knew that what should induce been a couple-hour journey would now occupy more than than a whole day, but when she saw the Price remainder she would have to say yes.

She ended up being surprised with how very much she liked the bus ride. free people wifi, air conditioning ( which was overnice for the dead-of-summer stumble across state lines ) and room for her rich wooden 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 take on the piece of someone who didn't care what anyone thought.

By the fourth dimension she had thought to face away from outside the window which had occupied her regard for the past few hours, Alex was already deceased. His hazelnut tree heart were fully closed, his mouth slightly clear, clearly in mysterious sopor. His rather blench hide was slowly to see contrasting his dark clothes. His shortly wavy black hair was somehow always perfect, and his strong jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian background for, could make anyone plosive consonant and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing - she wanted to tell him thanks for the estimation of the bus, and for the trip. They weren't a couplet by any way - in fact, Alex had a lady friend - 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 mistrust when Alex had asked her to go on an adventure with him a calendar 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 obtain an hollow university classroom and swot against each other, fully clothed, while they made out and lightly explored each other. Alex would move along to her neck after a while - he loved giving neck kisses - and tell her how hot he found her between kiss and bites.

And there was a lot to say - Amy had an amazing digit and knew it, sometimes to the extent where she would bait her build for very lucky guys in shipway too subtle to pin as intentional. Her brownness oculus were flirty yet innocent, and she was blessed with amazing genetics, with an inquisitive, alluring facial expression that complimented her innocent yet aphrodisiac expression, as well as boasting an adorable set of lentigo. The genetic science didn't just end at her face, blessing her with a shockingly curvaceous body that boasted both impressive breasts and hips that made every girl she knew jealous. Her brown straight hair was always done up in a conservative ponytail, and her alternative of wear was always conservative to play off. A lot about her was bourgeois, really - having been raised the daughter of a curate from the John Miles Baptists, she knew she would accept been caught dead if her parents knew she did anything outside of a family relationship, so her parents never knew.

Sometimes she even preferred that way of biography herself, but Alex caught her offguard. Not exactly what a professor would call a star student, Alex had his own quirky reading of charm, and an ability to make anyone open up up to him. Within months of meeting Alex and also deciding she wouldn't pursue any variety of hookup like her supporter did, Amy ended up getting quite close with Alex when they happened to be discussing his kinship at a coffee bean shop one night. In minute of arc one of that conversation, Alex revealed that he and his girlfriend were poly. In minute two, he revealed what a self-described slut he was. In minute ten, Amy was shocked to retrieve that she had started shifting in her tooshie, she was so become on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to refinement daze and didn't want to be too curious, but ended up always asking Alex more questions about how poly refinement worked. The Sir Thomas More dubiousness he answered, the Sir Thomas More 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 masturbate as she asked him dirtier and muddied question over schoolbook, and had went from not needing to masturbate at all to doing it several metre 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 fingerbreadth or several. Amy, two digit into herself, hadn't known how to respond, and played it guiltless, 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 take on dumb by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a yearn fantasy account 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 night - in more path 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 workweek after, sneaking looks at each other when they crossed itinerary in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a private persona of campus and made out for the maiden time.

From that breaker point on, neither one of them could get the other out of their brain, but their timing wasn't the near - the school class had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summer classes. For a few workweek the two were content to only text each other, with the pure tone 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 seashore his house owned. An adventure, he said. Amy knew, or at to the lowest degree thinking, that this was the minute, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a motility on her the total workweek, with the both of them sleeping in unlike beds.

And that was so frustrating. Amy was always the tease. Amy was always the girl that drove guy cable uncivilised with her body, her boobs, her ass, and while the workweek was a lot of fun, she was hot as a firecracker in anticipation of when Alex would finally live out one of those fantasies he was always telling her - ass her up against the cottage window with her soundbox on full presentation, fingerbreadth her under the table at a restaurant he would take her to, play her to the pier and fuck her against the fence, not caring who saw them - and he never did. As the week's available sentence grew scant and inadequate, Amy was more and more for certain it would chance, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to masturbate, knowing that would take 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 spiel the innocent one of the two ( a good choice on her end, as Alex was always the more blunt and forward one ). Maybe he had his girl suddenly went mono. Maybe he wanted to prove he genuinely liked her as a friend and the two were able to share a great week together without needing to have sex. Whatever it was, she knew two thing - one, she respected him for what he did no matter 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 stuff and the idea of exhibitionism, but also knew that both of them opinion of it as a hypothetical, as a illusion. 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 picture Alex fucking her, Alex finally taking her, Alex ripping off her conservativist jeans and Amy finally getting to feel him inside her, like she craved all workweek. Amy started to writhe in her stern as the fantasy played out in her mind…

***

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

For a piddling while farsighted, she was capacity 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 head was now resting on her berm. 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 have turned away gingerly to look out the window again when suddenly she felt bm. hugging. The electric trace of lips on her neck, sending kid shocks flowing through her. If there was one course of foreplay that got Amy going, it was cervix kisses. 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 concerned at this point, looking around nervously without moving too much to give herself away. She wasn't for certain how she felt about how on presentation the distich were, but even then, that didn't stop her heart from fluttering and from little moans escaping her backtalk. The candy kiss by this point had definitely graduated to love bite, and by the way Alex had adjusted, he was definitely very awake, very cognisant of what he was doing, and to the highest degree seductively, very confident.

By this point, both of them were insanely turned on and not ready by any mean to leave it where it was. Soon after, Alex took one of his hands and slid it down her movement, tracing a line down her middle to below her belt, where he pried her legs open ( which Amy had to admit felt second nature at this point ) and started rubbing her over her jean. It didn't matter much that Amy couldn't actually sense it very much, the cervix kiss had made her more turned on than anything and she was not hypersensitive to his feeling and panting with every movement he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the whole thing. She could feel it just enough to find excited, to palpate on display. Amy thought she would give birth felt more nervous putting on an actual public carrying out for the first time, but it felt so wonderful, so awfully, so right to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness wash away, replaced with desire and lust. She wanted nothing Thomas More than Alex right now, and to be his. To be marked as his, to complete the rite. She grabbed his head and moved it to line up with her own, and kissed him with a passion she didn't know she had. She wasted no fourth dimension and didn't have the patience to tease him, she instead immediately wrestled her lingua with his as she practically writhed in her place, begging for release.

As she released her candy kiss and still felt the hand on her gasp, her eyes slowly opened to reveal the first set of eyes on the adventurous duo. A Thomas Young female child, probably 20 at oldest, mouth slightly open in unbelief, no longer concentrating on the book in her manus. Being a decently rational number girl most of the clock time, Amy had figured seeing someone notification her would break down her out of any horny United States Department of 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 video display for a definite audience, and she liked being Alex's public jade. Amy licked her backtalk, not taking her optic off of the girl, and moaned slightly louder, as an experiment.

The girl didn't motility, she only stared back, still probably in disbelief. Amy was leave to gaze down the girl and see if she would win ( she was reasonably trusted lust was building up in the girl's eyes ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her optic deplume away from the miss to the source. Alex was unbuttoning her trouser, and Amy couldn't help but moan uncontrollably. It was happening. It was actually fucking happening. She lifted her plentiful ass enough for Alex to slide her pants and pantie down her beautiful legs, and spread those branch farther in anticipation of feeling Alex's no doubt expert handwriting on her, with no stupid clothing in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk female child thought to herself, losing her grip on realness in the face of unimaginable pleasure. She just wanted to feel Alex's custody on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his honest girl.

More people were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one finger, then two inside her. His custody felt every bit as good as she'd hoped. Amy could barely open her center enough to see a man watching with his partner, his girlfriend. She could say 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 low. While looking around in surprisal, the girl finally claps her eye on the show-off couplet and, still in liplock, smiles mischievously at Amy with her center. Seemingly not wanting to be outdone, never taking her gaze off of Amy, she reaches into her fellow's gasp and Fish out his cock.

Even with the crazy situation she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in pleasure. She had absolutely no clue what was going on, but with her sense overwhelmed like this, all she could do is throw her head back and moan. Amy wasn't the sole one to notice 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 seconds. He turned his gaze to face her, with a hunger in his oculus, having never said a Scripture this whole clip, and in one surprisingly swift motion, tore her shirt off. He couldn't bother to remove her bra and hastily shoved it to the English, launching on her erect pap immediately, encircling her areolae teasingly with his clapper. 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 point. Amy took her gaze back to the original bookworm girl, who had a script down her trouser and was biting her lip in lust, until she noticed Amy was staring at her and abruptly pulled her paw back up. Amy simply smiled at the little girl and stopped moaning to nod at the girl, who put on the humble, most sheeplike smile ever as her hand slowly re-descended back into her trouser to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking chicken feed at that point. Some bozo were rubbing themselves through their vesture, with the more adventurous ones going so far as to bring out their dicks. The competitive duet was fully going at it at this breaker point - the lady friend's head was in her swain's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to think about how crazy this state of affairs 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 remainder of the bus wasn't fully cognizant what was going on by now, Amy threw her head back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this tending, and how good he was making her feel. She didn't worry how the masses 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 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 pecker, which was wonderfully thick, longsighted, and painfully hard. She had considered blowing him, but cock sucking were for teases, and Amy wasn't a tease - she was a adulteress. Instead she began to sit herself down on Alex, positioning herself above his pulsating appendage. At first, Alex chuckled in disbelief, but quickly helped her, to the shouting of the bus rider that surrounded them, as Alex slowly inserted himself into Amy for the first time.

Even though Amy was fairly tight, she was so wet that lubrication was zero problem. It was a perfect fit, satisfying her like scratching a 1000 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 just show. She wound up teasing herself with how slowly she began to motivate herself up and down on Alex's cock in the name of putting on a ripe 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 amphetamine, almost screaming with joy as people masturbate to the batch of her, Alex now pumping her right field back as she rode him. That's when the game-changing moment happened - one bold boy, about her age, approached her with his tool in hand. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his commencement very reaction of the Nox, and slowed down his thrusts, enough to stabilize her. Amy, adrenaline taking over, took the hint. Heart pounding, ineffectual to think she was doing this, took the stranger's cock in her mouth.

The sentience of having her rima oris filled with a stranger's cock is filling her head with naughty thoughts and taboo pleasance. She knew, in that bit, that this was how she was meant to be. Being the bus slut felt so rectify to her.

No one could refuse at this spot, and other men soon lined up to get the chance to give birth 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 boyfriend who got blown by his collaborator what felt like seconds before this happened. She got funny as to where the girlfriend ended up - as if on cue, the girl appeared beside her, smiling and tilting Amy's head towards hers. She gave Amy a cunning flash before kissing her deeply with Amy's talk full of cum, using her knife in Amy's mouth to swap spit and cum between their two backtalk. Guys, random strangers she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the osculation as Alex picked up focal ratio, drilling her with his yearn, slurred cock.

Amy could still smack cum in her mouth as the girlfriend pulled away from the kiss, kneels down beside the original exhibitionists, and takes the next guy in parentage into her sassing. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two young woman, a world show and a blowjob fornicatress. To Amy's give tongue to amazement, it doesn't last long and the next guy grabs the cock sucking slut, throws her against the seat in battlefront of her, tears off her pants, and starts railing her, right there in front of Amy. She had a forepart row rear end to watching this girlfriend get fucked by a guy she doesn't even know, all while she rode Alex like her life depended on it and desperately sucked off stranger, savoring the cum and pleasance they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the corner of her eye that even the bookworm missy 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 clear that this was her beginning sexual experience ever, and Amy felt so proud to bonk she had caused it.

Amy wanted to do this every day. She wanted to put down herself like this to everyone. Amy was such a well lady friend, such a good slut, knowing it was her job to pleasure all these men, knowing they were cumming for her.

She was the best trollop they've ever had. She was making them so happy. But there was one Thomas More affair she could do for them.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Alex exploded inside her, releasing more cum than she thought a individual could even hold, and Amy came like she never thought she could. She literally screamed as wafture after wave of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her the most intense coming she had ever experienced. After her culmination 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 to put a saunter into her walk of life to show off her stick and cum-splattered ass ) and bent against a chair near the back, arching her spine and oblation her kitty-cat to anyone that wanted it. She was truly the bus slut now, and given the line forming for her, she was going to be in use for the rest of the ride. And what a long, bumpy ride it would be.

***

Amy awoke with a start, a wet touch clearly visible between her ramification even in the low ignitor, 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 support that everyone was asleep. At first, she was raging, realizing that the illusion was just that, a phantasy, but then she glanced over at sleeping Alex's crotch.

She stared at it for a few endorsement, decision 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 feel Alex's crotch over his jean, when Alex's oculus fit 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 cipher further, and continued to fondle him as she felt him getting hard."Everyone's asleep. How a good deal do you think we can get away with right now ?"

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



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