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There was no time to change before you got on the bus, so you sit all they way in the back and hope it's pretty empty. There was on bus for bags and one for the people, you were worried that people would mess with your bag if it wasn't near you, but it should be fine. You're jeans have started drying, but still smell like pussy, but your panties under them can't get air so they're still 100% soaked. You shuffle around and try to get comfortable as everyone else boards, it looks pretty empty and everyone is sitting with friends from before. Until a group of two girls and a guy come on. They see you in the back and head straight for you. The guy is tall, handsome, and muscular, and even just seeing him approach you sends a bit of moisture to your pussy lips. One of the girls is blond with big tits and a short skirt, and the other one is petite and super skinny with curly brown hair. The guy comes and sits directly next to you and the two girls sit one row up and turn around to chat. The guy introduces himself to you: "Hi, I'm Jason, my parents own the camp."Just then the bus starts moving and you only manage to squeak out a meek "Hi, Sarah me." He chuckles and points to the brunette, "She's Abby, and the other one is Kayla." "The other one? And to think I gave you a blowjob last night!" Kayla responds angrily. "Hey, I'm just playin, you know I love your mouth" You blush at the casual mention of a blowjob... mainly because you can't get the mental image out of your head, and it's turning you on a bit. Jason shifts to sit cross legged and face you, his back to the isle and an empty bench. "So, to be blunt, we have a bet. What's that smell? I say you're a slut who was playing with herself in the car, and the girls say you ate something funny." You blush the deepest red you ever have in your life. "Excuse me? You can't just ask that!" "It's pussy. You know what to do girls." Both girls disappear behind their seat back and emerge a few seconds later without tops on! Abby has a tight sports bra, which might be why she looked like she had no tits, and Kayla has a lacy white bra that barely covers anything. "Wow, Kayla, you really thought you'd win." "Oh shut up, it's not like you're gonna keep that on long." She points to his top. You move your backpack on top of your lap because you really don't want these kids to have anymore proof that you're covered in discharge. "Um, what's going on? Won't they get in trouble for taking their shirts off? And what kind of pervert bets on that. It's not pussy by the way." Jason looks at you like you're from the moon. "To answer your questions in order: We do strip bets for fun. No they won't get in trouble, my parents are nudist believers. They don't go nude, but encourage others to, so there's no dress code. The nice thing is that only like two kids take advantage of it, so the humiliation factor for bets is still there. Most of our bets are kind of perverted, we're teenagers. And it 100% is pussy juice, unless you can prove otherwise. Show us your panties, if they're dry I'll take my top off; I know you'd like that."