Get out of there.

{if Sluttery > 70}Nat nearly does it. Nearly. {endif}{if Sluttery > 60}"Mmmmph. I'd love to, but...seems like a bad time," Nat says, with a glance around at all the fucking taking place.{elseif Sluttery > 40}"Um, uh...no," Nat says, biting her lip reluctantly. "Sorry."{elseif Sluttery > 20}"Ummm, no, I actually, uh, I have to go," Nat mutters, ignoring a twinge of **** centered deep in her core.{else}"Oh God, what am I doing?" Nat mutters to herself. "No! Sorry, uh...no. No, I've gotta...get on the bus."{endif}

The towheaded boy just shrugs, but his dark-haired companion scowls. "Why the fuck are you still hanging around here, then?{if Slut_Clothes=True} Especially dressed like that?" Before Nat can respond he steps forward and grabs her hair. She gasps at the sudden spike of tight pain on her scalp as he pulls her head back with one hand and gropes her chest roughly with the other. "These clothes are just begging for dick. Look at this slutty little thong!" His free hand slides under her skirt and runs along her {if Sluttery>50}dripping {endif} labia.

"C'mon, leave her alone, Frank," the blond boy says mildly. The other releases her with a grunt of frustration. "He's right, though - you wanna keep those clothes on, the bus is the place to be."{else}"

"Leave the girl alone, Frank. But he's right, you'd better get on the damn bus if you're not gonna fuck," the blond boy says mildly.{endif}

"Yes sir," Nat gasps. As the dark-haired boy releases her, she scrambles away toward the bus steps. The boys disappear into the crowd.

"Finally got your head out of your cunt?" Anna snaps as she makes it onto the bus and scoots into a seat next to Claire. Nat winces. "I don't know what you were thinking."

"I was just...curious, I guess," Nat mutters.

"Well, now you've seen it. {if Sluttery > 60}Are you sad you're missing out, or what?{elseif Sluttery > 40}I knew you liked dick at least a little, but you gotta be careful not to take risks like that.{else}Not much for a girl like you out there.{endif}"

"I wouldn't mind it," Beth says, somewhat wistfully. Her legs are spread wide, her hand in her own shorts.

"You go on and focus on getting yourself off," Anna mutters. "Can't have you blackbanding on me."

"Poor Denise," Claire whispers next to Nat.

"Don't waste your time feeling bad for her," Anna snaps. "This is what she wanted. Must be having the time of her life - look, the slut's airtight now."

"I just think it's terrible," Claire mutters sadly. Nat {if Intellect > 50}agrees{if Sluttery > 60}, but...{else}.{endif}{else}isn't so sure.{endif}{if Sluttery > 60} There is a part of her, watching this, that finds it hot, that's growing slick with want.{endif} She watches {if Sluttery > 60}eagerly{else}with a shudder{endif} as a boy pull himself from Denise's ass and spill his cum onto her pale back and long, dark hair. As the boy steps away yet another quickly fills the space, pushing his cock into the girl's unresisting asshole.

The gangbang continues for a few minutes until the bus driver, looking at his watch impatiently, sighs and gets up from his seat. "All right, time to go!" he hollers. "I need that slut on my bus - those of you who're on other buses will have to find girls there! The one's for me, come on!"

There's a great deal of grumbling and disappointment as the crowd breaks up, but finally some of the guys heading to other buses manage to organize their own gangbangs with willing greenbands or reds with permissive boyfriends, and the whole crowd gets underway. As the boys carrying Denise crowd onto their bus and make their way toward the back, still laughing and bantering, Nat {if Sluttery < 70}recoils against the window{else}leans toward them, lips parted, feeling wetness and aching, empty need grow between her legs{endif}. Denise is {if Sluttery < 70}terrifying{else}a vision{endif}, carried slung between two boys with still-hard pricks: she's coated in cum and gasping, body shaking with either pleasure or the overwhelm of her gangbang. At the back of the bus, the boys gather round as one of the ones carrying her sits down on the wide back seat and unceremoniously pulls her down onto his cock, impaling her with one smooth motion. Denise moans as he starts to lapfuck her, but not for long - the other boy stuffs her mouth.

"Sic semper meretricibus," Anna mutters. {if Intellect > 80}The translation of the well-known phrase springs unbidden into Nat's mind: thus always with whores.{endif}

It's a long bus ride. The gangbang continues unabated in the back of the bus and the girls are mostly silent, either awkward, pensive, or using most of their focus to avoid touching themselves. Nat falls into the {if Sluttery > 60}latter{elseif Intellect > 70}middle{else}former{endif} camp. Claire sniffles and gazes forlornly out the window while Anna does her homework. Beth breathlessly edges herself. In the back, they can hear the boys' conversation continuing under Denise's muffled moans.

"Did you get her SID registration shifted yet?"

"Yeah, they accepted the picture of the band. Way faster to rate her now."

"What'd you give her?"

"Well, I only fucked her mouth...I gave her an 8 there, she can take it pretty deep. I gave her a 6 for obedience and pliability since she mostly just lies there, and a 6 for appearance. Most of these other categories don't seem to apply, at least for me...vaginal, anal, and then there's a bunch of categories for things like pain tolerance, dancing ability, singing ability..."

"Wild, I forgot how much stuff they'd let you rate. Feel like you're a little harsh, man - I'd give her at least a 7 for looks, and probably an 8 for obedience. She's taking my dick all the way up her ass without flinching! Good ass, too, I'll probably give that an 8. Still pretty tight despite all the dick."

"Eh, whatever, dude. I think it's good for the new sluts to earn their ratings."

"Hahaha, fair. Well, this bitch is certainly earning - ungh! - my cum - in her - ugh! - ass. Theeeeeere...yeah, take it, you little whore. Did you wanna try her ass, dude?"

"Sure thing...I'm hard again. Lemme scooch in there."

After what seems like hours, with girls slowly filing off the bus, the driver finally stops at one corner not too far from Nat's and calls back, "Hey knuckleheads! Gotta drop the slut off here, I'm afraid. Until her family officially signs her over as ward to the state she gets left at the bus stop, them's the rules."

There's a chorus of groans from the boys at the back of the bus, but two of them obediently drag the cum-covered Denise down the aisle and dump her unceremoniously on the curb at the bus stop. As the bus pulls away, Nat watches the girl she just met this morning. Denise is shaking and panting from her ordeal, one hand snaking between her legs, and seems completely unaware of her surroundings. As she gets smaller in the distance, a couple - maybe in their early 30s - come around the corner and do a double-take on seeing the girl there. The man says something to the woman with a laugh, and she sniffs and looks away as he unzips his pants and prods Denise with his toe. The dazed girl slowly, laboriously gets on all fours, then on her knees, and opens her mouth. Nat shivers{if Sluttery > 69} with delight{endif}.

The bus turns a corner and they go out of sight. Five minutes later, Nat bids Anna, Claire, and Beth farewell as they arrive at her stop.