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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 have been a couple-hour journey would now take more than a whole day, but when she saw the price difference she would have to say yes.
She ended up being surprised with how much she liked the bus ride. Free wifi, air conditioning (which was nice for the dead-of-summer trip across state lines) and room for her ample legs 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 care 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 hazel eyes were fully closed, his mouth slightly open, clearly in deep sleep. His rather pale skin was easy to see contrasting his dark apparel. His short wavy black hair 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 trip. 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, 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 classroom 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 kisses – 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 lucky guys in ways too subtle to pin as intentional. Her brown eyes were flirty yet innocent, and she was blessed with amazing genetics, with an inquisitive, alluring face that complimented her innocent yet sexy 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 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 choice of clothing was always conservative to match. A lot about her was conservative, 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 call a star student, Alex had his own quirky version of charm, and an ability to make anyone open up to him. Within months of meeting Alex and also deciding she wouldn’t pursue any kinds of hookups like her friends did, Amy ended up getting quite close with Alex when they happened to be discussing his relationship at a coffee 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 find 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 shock and didn’t want to be too curious, 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 willing to open up about his own sex life, and the wetter she became. Eventually, she had given up on trying not to masturbate as she asked him dirtier and dirtier 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 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 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 night – in more way 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 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 first time.
From that point on, neither one of them could get the other 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 summer classes. For a few weeks the two were content to only text each other, with the 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 Coast his family owned. An adventure, he said. Amy knew, or at least thought, that this was the moment, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a move on her the entire 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 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 fantasies he was always telling her – fuck her up against the cottage window with her body on full display, finger her under the table at a restaurant 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 sure it would happen, and her wetness grew. Yet she refused to masturbate, knowing that would make 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 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 friend and the two were able to share a great 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 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 thought of it as a hypothetical, as a fantasy. 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 conservative jeans and Amy finally getting to feel him inside her, like she craved all week. Amy started to squirm 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 sleep. Amy was wide 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 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 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 have turned away gingerly to look out the window again when suddenly she felt movement. Kissing. The electric touch of lips on her neck, sending minor shocks flowing through her. If there was one form 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 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 sure how she felt about how on display the couple were, but even then, that didn’t stop her eyes from fluttering and from little moans escaping her lips. The kisses by this 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 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 slid it down her front, tracing a line down her midriff 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 jeans. It didn’t matter much that Amy couldn’t actually feel it very much, the neck kisses had made her more turned on than anything and she was not hypersensitive to his touch and panting with every move 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 public performance for the first time, but it felt so wonderful, so awful, so right to be a spectacle.
Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness wash 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 passion 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 seat, 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 eyes on the adventurous duo. A young girl, probably 20 at oldest, mouth slightly open in disbelief, no longer concentrating on the book in her hands. Being a decently rational 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 public slut. Amy licked her lips, not taking her eyes off of the girl, and moaned slightly louder, as an experiment.
The girl didn’t move, she only stared back, still probably in disbelief. Amy was willing to stare down the girl and see if she would win (she was reasonably sure lust was building up in the girl’s eyes) when suddenly she felt something and tore her eyes tore away from the girl 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 ample ass enough for Alex to slide her pants and panties down her beautiful legs, and spread those legs farther in anticipation of feeling Alex’s no doubt expert hands on her, with no stupid clothing in the way. ‘Who cares who sees me?’ the lust-drunk girl thought to herself, losing her grip on reality in the face of unimaginable pleasure. She just wanted to feel Alex’s hands on her, and in her. She was his now. She was his good girl.
More people were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping one finger, then two inside her. His hands 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 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 girlfriend, which surprised her at first. While looking around in surprise, the girlfriend finally claps her eyes on the exhibitionist pair 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 crazy 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 head back and moan. Amy wasn’t the only 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 eyes, having never said a word this whole time, and in one surprisingly swift motion, 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 tongue. 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 hand 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 smallest, most sheepish smile ever as her hand slowly re-descended back into her pants to rub her clit.
The bus was through the looking glass at that point. Some guys were rubbing themselves through their clothing, with the more adventurous ones going so far as to take out their dicks. The competitive couple was fully going at it at this point – the girlfriend’s head 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 head back and moaned for Alex, loudly. She loved this attention, and how good 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 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 dick, which was wonderfully thick, long, and painfully hard. 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 first, Alex chuckled in disbelief, 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.
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 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 show. She wound up teasing herself with how slowly she began to move herself up and down on Alex’s cock 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 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 speed, almost screaming with pleasure as people masturbate to the sight of her, Alex now pumping her right back as she rode him. That’s when the game-changing moment happened – one bold boy, about her age, approached her with his dick in hand. Alex grinned, almost evilly, showing his first real reaction of the night, and slowed down his thrusts, enough to stabilize her. Amy, adrenaline taking over, took the hint. Heart pounding, unable to believe she was doing this, took the stranger’s cock in her mouth.
The sensation of having her mouth filled with a stranger’s cock is filling her head with naughty thoughts and taboo pleasures. 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 resist at this point, 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 slut. One came in her mouth – Amy recognized him as the boyfriend who got blown by his partner what felt like 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 mouth to swap spit and cum between their two mouths. Guys, random strangers she never met, were cheering and Amy melted into the kiss as Alex picked up speed, drilling her with his long, thick cock.
Amy could still taste cum in her mouth as the girlfriend pulled away from the 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 girls, a public show and a blowjob slut. To Amy’s utter amazement, it doesn’t last long and the next guy grabs the blowjob slut, throws her against the seat in front of her, tears off her pants, and starts railing her, right there in front of Amy. She had a front 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 pleasure they rewarded her with.
Amy could see out of the corner of her eye that even the bookworm girl 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 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 degrade herself like this to everyone. Amy was such a good girl, such a good slut, 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 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 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 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 walk to show off her amazing and cum-splattered ass) and bent against a chair near the back, arching her back 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 busy for the rest of the ride. And what a long, bumpy ride it would be.
Amy awoke with a start, a wet spot clearly visible between her legs even in the low 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 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 crotch over his jeans, 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 nothing 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 mouths in animalistic passion.