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

She ended up being surprised with how much she liked the bus ride. Free wireless fidelity, air conditioning ( which was nice for the dead-of-summer trip across state lines ) and room for her ample stage to debase and find at home. It wasn't well-situated 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 run the division of someone who didn't care what anyone thought.

By the time she had thought to confront away from outside the window which had occupied her gaze for the past few hours, Alex was already asleep. His hazelnut tree center were fully closed, his mouthpiece slightly open, clearly in cryptic sleep. His rather pale peel was light to see contrasting his dark apparel. His short circuit wavy black hair was somehow always perfect, and his strong jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian scope for, could make anyone stopover and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing - she wanted to tell him thanks for the idea of the bus, and for the slip. 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 air, Amy and Alex had made out a couple of times.

Amy had her suspicion 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 pant. Of course, he had wanted to for a patch, but Amy really enjoyed being a tease - the most they had done was notice an empty-bellied university schoolroom and grind against each other, fully clothed, while they made out and lightly explored each other. Alex would prompt along to her neck after a while - he loved giving neck opening candy kiss - and severalise 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 tantalise her figure for very prosperous guys in ways too elusive to pin as intentional. Her Brown eyes were flirty yet impeccant, and she was blessed with amazing genetic science, with an inquisitive, alluring face that complimented her destitute yet aphrodisiac expression, as well as boasting an endearing set of freckle. The genetics didn't just end at her side, blessing her with a shockingly curvaceous consistence that boasted both impressive breasts and hip that made every girl she knew jealous. Her brown straight pilus was always done up in a button-down ponytail, and her selection of clothing was always buttoned-down to oppose. A lot about her was cautious, really - having been raised the daughter of a pastor from the lav Miles Baptists, she knew she would experience 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 life-time herself, but Alex caught her offguard. Not exactly what a professor would anticipate a star student, Alex had his own quirky reading of magical spell, and an ability to name anyone afford up to him. Within months of meeting Alex and also deciding she wouldn't pursue any sort of hookups like her admirer did, Amy ended up getting quite close with Alex when they happened to be discussing his kinship at a coffee shop class one night. In minute 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 hour ten, Amy was shocked to find that she had started shifting in her seat, she was so flex on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to civilisation electric shock and didn't want to be too odd, but ended up always asking Alex more questions about how poly culture worked. The More questions he answered, the more Amy was stunned at how easily he was volition to open up about his own sex life, and the surface-active agent she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to jerk off as she asked him dirtier and dirtier head over text edition, 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 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 various. Amy, two finger's breadth into herself, hadn't known how to react, and played it unacquainted, 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 represent silent by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a long fantasy floor 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 high schooling again for the calendar week after, sneaking feeling at each other when they crossed paths in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a private role of campus and made out for the world-class time.

From that decimal point on, neither one of them could get the former out of their minds, but their timing wasn't the best - the school year had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summertime form. For a few weeks the two were content to only text each early, 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 Coast his family owned. An adventure, he said. Amy knew, or at least thought, that this was the here and now, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a movement on her the stallion week, with the both of them sleeping in different beds.

And that was so frustrating. Amy was always the minx. Amy was always the girl that drove guy rope uncivilized with her body, her boobs, her ass, and while the hebdomad was a lot of fun, she was hot as a firecracker in prevision 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 trunk on good display, finger her under the table at a restaurant he would drive her to, get her to the wharf and fuck her against the fence, not caring who saw them - and he never did. As the week's available time grew shorter and shorter, Amy was more and more sure as shooting it would happen, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to masturbate, knowing that would stimulate the inevitable second Alex pinned her knock down and tore all of her clothes off even proficient. 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 barren one of the two ( a skillful alternative 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 champion and the two were able to ploughshare a outstanding calendar 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 hornier than she had ever been in her unhurt life.

Amy bit her lip, still looking at Alex. She knew that they both were super into public clobber and the thought of immodesty, but also knew that both of them intellection of it as a hypothetical, as a fantasy. She knew she wouldn't, and couldn't, actually jerk 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 picture Alex fucking her, Alex finally taking her, Alex ripping off her button-down jeans and Amy finally getting to find him inside her, like she craved all calendar week. Amy started to worm in her backside as the fantasy played out in her mind…

***

It was late at night, late enough that the lighter were on throughout the bus, painting everything in its slight white-livered tone, but soon the Inner Light would turn off so that the bus-goers could get some quietus. Amy was wide awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex.

For a small while longer, she was content to stare out the window and just retrieve to herself, until she felt something on her neck. She turned her forefront just enough to see that Alex had adjusted himself so that his school principal 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 sort 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 appear out the window again when suddenly she felt movement. Kissing. The electric speck of sass on her neck, sending tiddler electric shock flowing through her. If there was one form of stimulation that got Amy going, it was neck kisses. She scoffed, whispering,"You aren't asleep at all !"in a playfully accusive tone.

Alex never responded. Instead, short by petty, the kisses became more and more forceful. Amy was getting a little concern at this point, looking around nervously without moving too much to consecrate herself away. She wasn't sure how she felt about how on show the yoke were, but even then, that didn't stop her eyes from fluttering and from short moan escaping her back talk. The candy kiss by this full point had definitely graduated to hickeys, 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 stop, both of them were insanely turned on and not cook by any means to leave it where it was. Soon after, Alex took one of his deal and slue it down her presence, tracing a short letter down her middle to below her rap, where he pried her ramification open ( which Amy had to admit felt moment nature at this point ) and started rubbing her over her jeans. It didn't matter much that Amy couldn't actually palpate it very much, the cervix kisses had made her more plow on than anything and she was not supersensitised to his contact and panting with every move he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the unhurt thing. She could feel it just enough to feel excited, to feel on display. Amy thought she would own felt more aflutter putting on an literal public carrying into action for the first fourth dimension, but it felt so wonderful, so tremendous, so right to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the restiveness washout away, replaced with desire and lust. She wanted nothing more than Alex right 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 mania she didn't know she had. She wasted no time and didn't have the longanimity to tease him, she instead immediately wrestled her tongue with his as she practically writhed in her seat, begging for release.

As she released her osculation and still felt the hand on her pants, her oculus slowly opened to reveal the first set of eyes on the adventuresome duo. A Pres Young girl, probably 20 at one-time, mouth slightly open in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the script in her work force. Being a decently rational young lady to the highest degree of the time, Amy had figured seeing someone posting her would snap her out of any horny land 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 loose woman. Amy licked her back talk, not taking her eye off of the girlfriend, and moaned slightly flashy, as an experiment.

The young lady didn't move, she only stared back, still probably in incredulity. Amy was willing to stare down the lady friend and see if she would win ( she was reasonably for sure lust was building up in the girl's eyes ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her eyes tore away from the girlfriend to the reference. Alex was unbuttoning her drawers, 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 knickers and panties down her beautiful ramification, and spread those legs farther in anticipation of feeling Alex's no incertitude expert workforce on her, with no poor fish clothing in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk girl thought to herself, losing her traction on reality in the facial expression of unimaginable joy. She just wanted to palpate Alex's hired hand on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his undecomposed girl.

More mass were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one finger's breadth, then two inside her. His men felt every bit as good as she'd hoped. Amy could barely open 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 snog his girlfriend, which surprised her at start. While looking around in surprisal, the girlfriend finally claps her middle 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 out his cock.

Even with the screwball office she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in pleasure. She had absolutely no clew what was going on, but with her senses overwhelmed like this, all she could do is throw her promontory back and moan. Amy wasn't the only one to notice the competing duo, 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 middle, having never said a Holy Scripture this whole time, and in one surprisingly swift question, tore her shirt off. He couldn't bother to remove her bra and hastily shoved it to the side, launching on her erect nipples immediately, encircling her areolae teasingly with his lingua. 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 regard back to the original bookworm miss, who had a hand down her pants and was biting her lip in lust, until she noticed Amy was staring at her and abruptly pulled her script back up. Amy simply smiled at the daughter and stopped moaning to nod at the young woman, who put on the minuscule, about shamefaced smile ever as her handwriting slowly re-descended back into her gasp to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking glass at that point. Some guys were rubbing themselves through their wearable, with the more adventurous I going so far as to bring out their dicks. The private-enterprise couple was fully going at it at this point in time - the girlfriend's psyche was in her beau's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to recollect 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 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 attention, and how honest 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 good sense in pretending. Amy started to stand up, Alex taking his now-four finger out of her as she did so, and kicked off her bloomers as if they were ablaze. Quickly and spontaneously, she turned around and took out Alex's gumshoe, which was wonderfully thick, longsighted, and painfully grueling. She had considered blowing him, but cock sucking 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 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.

evening 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 nothing she wanted Thomas More than to be animalistically pounded immediately until she couldn't breathe anymore, but she wanted to put on a right show. She wound up teasing herself with how slowly she began to locomote herself up and down on Alex's prick in the gens of putting on a safe 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 godforsaken 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 the great unwashed masturbate to the vision 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 dick in hand. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his for the first time real reaction of the night, and slowed down his thrusts, enough to stabilize her. Amy, Adrenalin taking over, took the jot. Heart buffeting, ineffectual to trust she was doing this, took the unknown's cock in her mouth.

The esthesis of having her oral fissure filled with a stranger's cock is filling her head with naughty opinion and proscribed pleasures. She knew, in that moment, that this was how she was meant to be. Being the bus loose woman felt so right to her.

No one could resist at this point, and former men soon lined up to get the luck to suffer 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 partner what felt care seconds before this happened. She got curious as to where the girlfriend ended up - as if on cue, the girlfriend 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 tongue in Amy's oral fissure to swop spitting and cum between their two oral cavity. Guys, random stranger she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the kiss as Alex picked up speed, drilling her with his tenacious, dense cock.

Amy could still savor cum in her sassing as the girlfriend pulled away from the buss, kneels down beside the master flasher, and takes the future guy in crease into her oral cavity. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two girls, a world show and a cock sucking fornicatress. To Amy's complete astonishment, it doesn't last long and the next guy grabs the blowjob slut, throws her against the seat in front man of her, tears off her pant, and starts railing her, right there in front of Amy. She had a front row tail to watching this girl 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 pleasure they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the recession of her eye that even the bookworm girl was getting in on it, and was shyly jacking off a boy future to her, whispering something in his ear as she soiled herself. It was really clean-cut 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 put down herself like this to everyone. Amy was such a good little girl, such a secure trollop, knowing it was her job to pleasure all these men, knowing they were cumming for her.

She was the best slut they've ever had. She was making them so glad. But there was one 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 mortal could even moderate, and Amy came like she never thought she could. She literally screamed as wave after moving ridge of pleasance 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 to put a saunter into her manner of walking to exhibit off her amazing and cum-splattered ass ) and bent grass against a death chair near the back, arching her dorsum and offer her pussy to anyone that wanted it. She was truly the bus slut now, and given the ancestry forming for her, she was going to be interfering for the repose of the ride. And what a long, bumpy ride it would be.

***

Amy awoke with a start, a wet spot clearly visible between her branch even in the low visible 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 first, she was raging, 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 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 crotch over his jeans, when Alex's center burst undetermined 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 nerve. She said goose egg further, and continued to fondle him as she felt him getting hard."Everyone's asleep. How much do you imagine we can get away with right now ?"

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



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