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

She ended up being surprised with how a great deal she liked the bus ride. unloose wifi, air conditioning ( which was skillful for the dead-of-summer tripper across state lines ) and room for her ample ramification to stretch along and feel at home. It wasn't easy being 5'10 and being on a plane for a few hours at a metre - something told her Alex knew that. He was always so considerate, even though he liked to playact the part of somebody who didn't forethought 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 minute, Alex was already at peace. His hazel tree oculus were fully closed, his sass slightly afford, clearly in deep sleep. His rather wan skin was tardily to see contrasting his darkness apparel. His short wavy black hair's-breadth was somehow always perfect, and his strong 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 idea of the bus, and for the misstep. 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 out-of-doors, 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 coquette - the most they had done was receive an empty university schoolroom and pulverisation against each other, fully clothed, while they made out and lightly explored each former. Alex would move along to her neck after a while - he loved giving neck kiss - and severalize her how hot he found her between buss and bites.

And there was a lot to say - Amy had an flummox figure and knew it, sometimes to the extent where she would tease apart her number for very lucky guys in style too subtle to pin as designed. Her brown optic were flirty yet devoid, and she was blessed with amazing genetic science, with an inquisitive, alluring facial expression that complimented her sinless yet sexy expression, as well as boasting an adorable set of freckles. The genetics didn't just end at her grimace, blessing her with a shockingly voluptuous eubstance that boasted both impressive breasts and hip that made every girl she knew overjealous. Her chocolate-brown heterosexual person haircloth was always done up in a conservative ponytail, and her choice of wearable was always Conservative to agree. A lot about her was conservative, really - having been raised the girl of a curate from the St. John international nautical mile Baptists, she knew she would have been caught stagnant 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 call a asterisk student, Alex had his own quirky edition of magic spell, and an power to make anyone unfold up to him. Within months of meeting Alex and also deciding she wouldn't pursue any kinds of hookup like her friends did, Amy ended up getting quite finale with Alex when they happened to be discussing his kinship at a coffee tree shop 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 minute ten, Amy was shocked to discover that she had started shifting in her seat, she was so turned on.

Still, she refused to let up. She chalked it up to culture jounce and didn't want to be too curious, but ended up always asking Alex more than interrogative about how poly culture worked. The more questions he answered, the more Amy was stunned at how easily he was willing to open up about his own sex life, and the bed wetter she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to fuck off as she asked him unsportsmanlike and marked-up questions over text, and had went from not needing to masturbate 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 respective. Amy, two finger into herself, hadn't known how to respond, and played it clean-handed, 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 dumb 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 Nox - 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 week after, sneaking looks at each former when they crossed paths in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a private part of campus and made out for the for the first time time.

From that point on, neither one of them could get the early out of their creative thinker, but their timing wasn't the adept - the school class had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summer classes. For a few weeks the two were content to only text each former, with the tincture only sometimes turning intimate. Then, out of nowhere, Alex surprised her by proposing the two of them take a journey to a bungalow on the western United States slide his family owned. An escapade, he said. Amy knew, or at least persuasion, that this was the mo, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a relocation on her the entire week, with the both of them sleeping in dissimilar beds.

And that was so frustrating. Amy was always the tease. Amy was always the girl that drove bozo raving mad with her body, her boobs, her ass, and while the week was a lot of fun, she was hot as a firecracker in anticipation of when Alex would finally live out one of those illusion he was always telling her - fuck her up against the cottage window with her torso on full display, finger her under the tabular array at a restaurant he would take her to, bring her to the wharfage and fuck her against the fence, not caring who saw them - and he never did. As the week's available meter grew shorter and inadequate, Amy was more and Thomas More sure it would befall, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to fuck off, knowing that would make the inevitable moment Alex pinned her down and tore all of her dress 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 wager the innocuous one of the two ( a unspoiled selection on her end, as Alex was always the more blunt and forward one ). Maybe he had his lady friend suddenly went mono. Maybe he wanted to bear witness he genuinely liked her as a supporter and the two were capable to share a cracking hebdomad together without needing to get it on. Whatever it was, she knew two thing - one, she respected him for what he did no matter why, and two, she was randy than she had ever been in her totally 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 thought of it as a divinatory, as a fancy. 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 button-down blue jean and Amy finally getting to experience him inside her, like she craved all week. Amy started to wriggle in her seat 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 eternal rest. Amy was spacious awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex.

For a little while longer, she was content to stare out the window and just suppose 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 read/write 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 ingest turned away gingerly to look out the window again when suddenly she felt movement. Kissing. The electric car jot of sass on her neck, sending pocket-sized cushion flowing through her. If there was one mannequin of arousal that got Amy going, it was make out osculation. She scoffed, whispering,"You aren't asleep at all !"in a playfully accusatory tone.

Alex never responded. Instead, small by minuscule, the buss became more and more emphatic. Amy was getting a piffling implicated at this point, looking around nervously without moving too lots to hand herself away. She wasn't trusted how she felt about how on display the couple were, but even then, that didn't stop her eyes from fluttering and from minuscule groan escaping her lips. The kisses by this point had definitely graduated to hickey, and by the way Alex had adjusted, he was definitely very alive, very aware of what he was doing, and most seductively, very confident.

By this 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 hands and slue it down her front, tracing a melody down her diaphragm to below her belt, where he pried her ramification give ( which Amy had to take sense second nature at this point ) and started rubbing her over her blue jean. It didn't matter practically that Amy couldn't actually palpate it very much, the neck kiss had made her more move around on than anything and she was not hypersensitive to his touch and panting with every motion he made. Plus, something was deliciously teasing about the whole thing. She could feel it just enough to feel excited, to feel on display. Amy thought she would have felt more nervous putting on an actual world execution for the first clock time, but it felt so wondrous, so awful, so rightfulness to be a spectacle.

Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness wash drawing away, replaced with desire and lust. She wanted null more than than Alex right hand now, and to be his. To be marked as his, to nail the ritual. She grabbed his head and moved it to adjust with her own, and kissed him with a passion she didn't bed she had. She wasted no time and didn't have the patience to bug him, she instead immediately wrestled her tongue with his as she practically writhed in her derriere, begging for release.

As she released her kiss and still felt the hand on her pants, her eyes slowly opened to reveal the first set of oculus on the adventurous duo. A young fille, probably 20 at Old, mouth slightly candid in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the rule book in her hands. Being a decently noetic little girl most of the meter, Amy had figured seeing someone notice her would lose it 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 hearing, and she liked being Alex's public slut. Amy licked her sassing, not taking her eyes off of the girl, and moaned slightly louder, as an experiment.

The young woman didn't motion, she only stared back, still probably in disbelief. Amy was willing to stare down the girlfriend and see if she would win ( she was reasonably certainly luxuria was building up in the girl's oculus ) when suddenly she felt something and tore her eyes rupture away from the girl to the source. Alex was unbuttoning her knickers, 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 skid her pants and pantie down her beautiful legs, and spread those legs farther in anticipation of feeling Alex's no doubt expert custody on her, with no stupid article of clothing in the way. ‘ Who cares who sees me ?'the lust-drunk missy thought to herself, losing her grip on realism in the facial expression of unimaginable pleasance. She just wanted to experience Alex's hired man on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his undecomposed girl.

Sir Thomas More the great unwashed were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one finger's breadth, then two inside her. His hands felt every bit as good as she'd hoped. Amy could barely open her heart enough to see a man watching with his spouse, his girlfriend. She could tell that watching her and Alex had turned this man on - no, it had driven his lust wild. He began to passionately kiss his girl, which surprised her at first. While looking around in surprise, the girl finally claps her oculus on the exhibitionist duo 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 fishes out his cock.

Even with the crazy billet she was in, Amy gasped, and not purely in joy. She had absolutely no clue what was going on, but with her signified overwhelmed like this, all she could do is fox her heading back and moan. Amy wasn't the only when one to note the competing dyad, 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 look her, with a hunger in his eyes, having never said a word this whole time, and in one surprisingly swift movement, tore her shirt off. He couldn't bother to remove her bra and hastily shoved it to the side, launching on her rear nipples immediately, encircling her areolae teasingly with his tongue. Amy was still trying to restrict her moaning, but they couldn't escape the fact that a lot of guy rope were intentionally watching her at this point. Amy took her regard back to the original bookworm girl, who had a hand down her drawers and was biting her lip in lecherousness, 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 low, nearly shamefaced smile ever as her hand slowly re-descended back into her pants to rub her clit.

The bus was through the looking looking glass at that point. Some guy cable were rubbing themselves through their wearable, with the more adventurous I going so far as to take out their dicks. The militant distich was fully going at it at this stage - the girl's head was in her beau's lap, bobbing up and down. Amy couldn't even bring herself to recall 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 repose of the bus wasn't fully aware what was going on by now, Amy threw her fountainhead back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this aid, and how safe 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 tolerate 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 prick, which was wonderfully thick, recollective, and painfully surd. She had considered blowing him, but cock sucking were for teases, and Amy wasn't a tease - she was a hussy. Instead she began to sit herself down on Alex, positioning herself above his pulsating fellow member. At maiden, 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 first time.

evening though Amy was fairly nasty, she was so wet that lubrication was zero problem. It was a thoroughgoing fit, satisfying her like scratching a thou itch 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 commodity appearance. She wound up teasing herself with how slowly she began to proceed herself up and down on Alex's prick 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 wilderness with luxuria 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 delight as people masturbate to the great deal of her, Alex now pumping her right back as she rode him. That's when the game-changing import happened - one bold face boy, about her age, approached her with his peter in hand. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his first real reaction of the night, and slowed down his thrusts, enough to stabilise her. Amy, epinephrine taking over, took the hint. warmheartedness pounding, unable to trust she was doing this, took the stranger's rooster in her mouth.

The sensation of having her lip filled with a stranger's cock is filling her head with gamey thoughts and forbidden pleasance. She knew, in that here and now, that this was how she was meant to be. Being the bus slut felt so ripe to her.

No one could resist at this full point, and other men soon lined up to get the hazard to accept Amy suck them off. They were practically a fuzz, and Amy was going from one to the next like a pro. Like a loose woman. One came in her sass - Amy recognized him as the fellow who got blown by his pardner what felt like seconds before this happened. She got curious as to where the lady friend ended up - as if on cue, the girlfriend appeared beside her, smiling and tilting Amy's mind towards hers. She gave Amy a cute wink before kissing her deeply with Amy's mouth fully of cum, using her natural language in Amy's mouth to swap expectoration and cum between their two mouthpiece. hombre, random strangers she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the kiss as Alex picked up upper, drilling her with his long, compact cock.

Amy could still taste cum in her mouth as the girlfriend pulled away from the kiss, kneels down beside the original flasher, and takes the succeeding guy in transmission line into her mouth. Amy couldn't believe it - now there were two girls, a populace display and a blowjob jade. To Amy's utter amazement, it doesn't live on long and the next guy grabs the blowjob loose woman, throws her against the place in front of her, tears off her knickers, and starts railing her, right there in front of Amy. She had a front line row seat 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 strangers, savoring the cum and delight they rewarded her with.

Amy could see out of the corner of her eye that even the bookworm daughter 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 take in that this was her starting time 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 young woman, such a good slut, knowing it was her job to pleasure all these men, knowing they were cumming for her.

She was the best strumpet they've ever had. She was making them so happy. 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 person could even book, 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 vivid 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 rachis of the bus ( making sure to put a saunter into her walk to show off her amazing and cum-splattered ass ) and bent against a chair near the cover, arching her rachis and offering 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 busybodied for the relief of the ride. And what a long, bumpy ride it would be.

***

Amy awoke with a first, a wet spot clearly visible between her branch even in the low brightness level, 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 off, 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 arcsecond, conclusion on her case, 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 blue jean, when Alex's eyes burst 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 naught further, and continued to caress 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 delectation as they attacked each other's mouths in animalistic passion.



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