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 get been a couple-hour journey would now take More than a whole day, but when she saw the price conflict she would stimulate to say yes.

She ended up being surprised with how a great deal she liked the bus ride. destitute wifi, air conditioning ( which was gracious for the dead-of-summer slip across country crinkle ) and elbow room for her sizeable legs to stretch and feel at home. It wasn't easy being 5'10 and being on a woodworking plane for a few hour at a prison term - something told her Alex knew that. He was always so considerate, even though he liked to play the part of someone who didn't fear what anyone thought.

By the sentence she had thought to face away from outside the window which had occupied her gaze for the retiring few hours, Alex was already numb. His hazel eyes were fully closed, his oral cavity slightly assailable, clearly in deep eternal sleep. His rather pale skin was easy to see contrasting his shadow apparel. His unforesightful wavy black hairsbreadth was somehow always perfect, and his strong jawline, which he thanked his Ukrainian scope for, could make anyone stop consonant and stare. Amy smiled for her bad timing - she wanted to differentiate him thanks for the estimation of the bus, and for the stumble. They weren't a yoke by any substance - in fact, Alex had a girlfriend - but thanks to the fact that Alex and his girl were unresolved, Amy and Alex had made out a couple 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 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 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 osculation - and tell her how hot he found her between candy kiss and bites.

And there was a lot to say - Amy had an amazing build and knew it, sometimes to the extent where she would tease her build for very lucky guys in elbow room too subtle to pin as designed. Her brown eyes were flirty yet innocent, and she was blessed with astonish genetics, with an inquisitive, alluring face that complimented her innocuous yet sexy expression, as well as boasting an lovely set of freckles. The genetics didn't just end at her face, blessing her with a shockingly voluptuous body that boasted both impressive breasts and rose hip that made every girl she knew jealous. Her brown straight pilus was always done up in a conservativist ponytail, and her option of clothing was always conservative to match. A lot about her was conservativist, really - having been raised the daughter of a rector from the John mile 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 animation herself, but Alex caught her offguard. Not exactly what a professor would call a asterisk bookman, Alex had his own quirky version of appealingness, and an ability to make believe anyone give up to him. Within months of meeting Alex and also deciding she wouldn't pursue any kind of hookups like her friends did, Amy ended up getting quite close with Alex when they happened to be discussing his family relationship at a deep brown shop one night. In moment 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 minute ten, Amy was shocked to find that she had started shifting in her seat, she was so sprain on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to acculturation shock and didn't want to be too peculiar, but ended up always asking Alex more than questions about how poly culture worked. The More questions he answered, the Thomas More Amy was stunned at how easily he was will to open up about his own sex biography, and the wetter she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to wank as she asked him filthy and dirtier questions over text, and had went from not needing to masturbate at all to doing it various clock time a day, without Alex ever knowing.

Or so she thought. One nighttime 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's breadth 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 explain to her how he had wanted her for a while just as he knew she wanted him, and after Amy tried to bet dumb by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a yearn fancy 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 nighttime - 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 mellow school again for the weeks after, sneaking looks at each other when they crossed paths in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a private part of campus and made out for the initiative time.

From that full stop on, neither one of them could get the early out of their nous, but their timing wasn't the best - the school twelvemonth had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summertime classes. For a few hebdomad the two were content to only text each other, with the quality only sometimes turning intimate. Then, out of nowhere, Alex surprised her by proposing the two of them take a journey to a cottage on the West Coast his kinfolk owned. An adventure, he said. Amy knew, or at least thought, that this was the second, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a move on her the intact week, with the both of them sleeping in different beds.

And that was so frustrating. Amy was always the tease. Amy was always the girl that drove guys wild with her consistence, her boobs, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a firecracker in expectation of when Alex would finally live out one of those fantasy he was always telling her - fuck her up against the cottage window with her dead body on full-of-the-moon exhibit, finger's breadth her under the board at a eating place he would take 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 time grew shorter and shorter, Amy was more and more certain it would happen, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to she-bop, knowing that would take a crap the inevitable consequence Alex pinned her down and snap 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 play 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 girlfriend suddenly went mono. Maybe he wanted to prove he genuinely liked her as a Quaker and the two were able to parcel a big week together without needing to screw. 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 whole 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 opinion of it as a hypothetical, as a fantasy. She knew she wouldn't, and couldn't, actually she-bop on the bus with so many multitude 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 conservative blue jean and Amy finally getting to feel him inside her, like she craved all week. Amy started to wriggle in her ass as the fantasy played out in her mind…

***

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

For a little while longer, she was subject matter to gaze out the window and just guess to herself, until she felt something on her neck. She turned her straits 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 endowment 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 drive. cuddling. The electric mite of lips on her neck, sending underage impact flowing through her. If there was one form of stimulation that got Amy going, it was neck buss. She scoffed, whispering,"You aren't asleep at all !"in a playfully accusatory tone.

Alex never responded. Instead, footling by little, the kisses became more and more forceful. Amy was getting a piffling pertain at this point, looking around nervously without moving too a good deal to give herself away. She wasn't sure how she felt about how on exhibit the match were, but even then, that didn't stop her eyes from fluttering and from little moan escaping her lips. The kisses by this item had definitely graduated to hickeys, and by the way Alex had adjusted, he was definitely very alive, very aware of what he was doing, and nearly seductively, very confident.

By this power 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 bridge player and slid it down her front, tracing a argument down her midriff to below her belt, where he pried her wooden leg undefended ( which Amy had to accommodate matte up second nature at this point ) and started rubbing her over her jeans. It didn't topic much that Amy couldn't actually feel it very much, the neck candy kiss had made her more plough on than anything and she was not hypersensitised to his touch and panting with every move he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the whole matter. She could finger it just enough to feel excited, to feel on exhibit. Amy thought she would have felt more nervous putting on an actual populace carrying into action for the foremost time, but it felt so wonderful, so awed, so right to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness wash away, replaced with desire and lust. She wanted naught 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 adjust with her own, and kissed him with a mania she didn't lie with she had. She wasted no time and didn't have the patience to bait him, she instead immediately wrestled her spit with his as she practically writhed in her seat, begging for release.

As she released her kiss and still felt the hand on her pants, her center slowly opened to unveil the first set of heart on the adventuresome duo. A Cy Young girl, probably 20 at older, mouth slightly open air in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the script in her hands. Being a decently noetic missy most of the prison term, Amy had figured seeing someone placard 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 presentation for a definite audience, and she liked being Alex's world fornicatress. Amy licked her backtalk, not taking her eyes off of the girlfriend, and moaned slightly louder, as an experiment.

The daughter didn't move, she only stared back, still probably in disbelief. Amy was bequeath to stare down the girl and see if she would win ( she was reasonably sure luxuria was building up in the missy's eyes ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her eyes tore away from the girlfriend to the source. Alex was unbuttoning her pants, and Amy couldn't help but moan uncontrollably. It was happening. It was actually fucking happening. She lifted her plentiful ass sufficiency for Alex to slither her pants and panties down her beautiful pegleg, and spread those wooden leg farther in anticipation of feeling Alex's no doubt expert hands on her, with no stupid habiliment in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk girl thought to herself, losing her grip on reality in the facial expression of unimaginable pleasance. She just wanted to feel Alex's hands on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his full 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 secure as she'd hoped. Amy could barely spread her eyes enough to see a man watching with his pardner, his girlfriend. She could tell that watching her and Alex had turned this man on - no, it had driven his thirst natural state. 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 span 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 boyfriend's pants and fishes out his cock.

Even with the weirdo situation she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in pleasure. She had absolutely no clue 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 if one to find the competing duad, with Alex looking intently at them as she begins to jack her fellow 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 eyes, having never said a Bible this whole time, and in one surprisingly swift movement, tore her shirt off. He couldn't bother to murder her bra and hastily shoved it to the incline, launching on her tumid nipples immediately, encircling her ring of color teasingly with his tongue. Amy was still trying to restrict her moaning, but they couldn't escape the fact that a lot of guy cable were intentionally watching her at this point in time. Amy took her gaze back to the master bookworm girl, who had a hired man down her pants 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 pocket-size, almost sheepish smile ever as her script slowly re-descended back into her pants to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking ice at that point. Some guys were rubbing themselves through their habiliment, with the more adventurous ones going so far as to take in out their dicks. The competitive couple was fully going at it at this point - the girlfriend's psyche was in her boyfriend's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to think 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 drumhead back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this attention, and how good he was making her tone. 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 stand up, Alex taking his now-four fingerbreadth 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 dick, which was wonderfully buddy-buddy, foresighted, and painfully severely. She had considered blowing him, but blowjobs were for vexer, and Amy wasn't a tease - she was a slut. 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 cheering of the bus passenger that surrounded them, as Alex slowly inserted himself into Amy for the outset time.

eventide though Amy was fairly tight, she was so wet that lubrication was zero trouble. It was a gross fit, satisfying her like scratching a thousand itches at once, and she could swear she had died and gone to heaven. There was zero she wanted Sir Thomas More than to be animalistically pounded immediately until she couldn't breathe anymore, but she wanted to put on a full appearance. She wound up teasing herself with how slowly she began to propel herself up and down on Alex's putz in the 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 lecherousness as she showed all of them that she was his fucktoy, his cocksleeve, his good girl.

She rode him with near-blinding focal ratio, almost screaming with pleasure as citizenry masturbate to the sight of her, Alex now pumping her right wing back as she rode him. That's when the game-changing moment happened - one bold boy, about her age, approached her with his putz in deal. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his number 1 real chemical reaction of the night, and slowed down his thrusts, enough to stabilize her. Amy, adrenaline taking over, took the hint. philia pounding, unable to believe she was doing this, took the stranger's shaft in her mouth.

The esthesis of having her sassing filled with a alien's turncock is filling her head with gamy thoughts and tabu pleasures. She knew, in that moment, that this was how she was meant to be. Being the bus slut felt so compensate to her.

No one could resist at this full point, and other men soon lined up to get the chance to have Amy nurse 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 lip - Amy recognized him as the boyfriend who got blown by his partner what felt like endorsement before this happened. She got odd as to where the girlfriend ended up - as if on cue, the girlfriend appeared beside her, smiling and tilting Amy's school principal towards hers. She gave Amy a cute wink before kissing her deeply with Amy's oral fissure full of cum, using her tongue in Amy's back talk to swap tongue and cum between their two sassing. Guys, random strangers she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the buss as Alex picked up speed, drilling her with his long, midst cock.

Amy could still savor cum in her sass as the lady friend pulled away from the osculation, kneels down beside the original exhibitionists, and takes the next guy in line into her sass. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two girls, a public display and a blowjob slut. To Amy's emit amazement, it doesn't utmost recollective and the succeeding guy grabs the blowjob slut, throws her against the seat in front line of her, tears off her pants, and starts railing her, right there in front of Amy. She had a forepart row fundament to watching this girl get fucked by a guy she doesn't even be intimate, all while she rode Alex like her liveliness depended on it and desperately sucked off alien, savoring the cum and pleasure they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the corner of her eye that even the bookworm girlfriend 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 clear that this was her first intimate experience ever, and Amy felt so proud 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 expert girl, such a good strumpet, 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 well-chosen. But there was one more thing she could do for them.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Alex exploded inside her, releasing more cum than she thought a someone could even concord, 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 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 enough to put a saunter into her walk to register off her awful and cum-splattered ass ) and bent-grass against a chair near the back, arching her spine and oblation her pussy to anyone that wanted it. She was truly the bus slut now, and given the line forming for her, she was going to be busy for the rest of the ride. And what a foresighted, rough ride it would be.

***

Amy awoke with a kickoff, a wet place clearly visible between her legs even in the low light, breathing heavily. It was a… ? She glanced, almost desperately, towards Alex, who was still at peace. In fact, as she glanced around the bus, she could confirm that everyone was asleep. At first, 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 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 genital organ over his denim, 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 look. She said nothing further, and continued to fondle him as she felt him getting hard."Everyone's asleep. How often do you cerebrate we can get away with right hand now ?"

Alex's expression turned from shocked to mischievous delight as they attacked each other's oral fissure in animalistic passion.



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