(Alex)For honest charity

As the creaking bus finally weaved its way into the last line of beeping cars dropping off their precious cargo at the gates, Alex breathed out her heady afterglow. Whoever it was that had been fingering her this morning really was pretty good, even she had to admit. Glancing to her right she met the yearning eyes of two of her more nerdy classmates… the kind of boys that very rarely got to find a seat this far down the bus and were clearly ogling their luck in surroundings. The nearest one… Ralph? Had clearly been watching her, slack-jawed, for quite some time. He had his relative excuse for a penis fully exposed and gripped in a pumping hand, but seemed to be having trouble finishing the deal. Noticing her attention he smiled nervously and piped up in a hopeful voice.

“Umm… Hi Alex! Good to see you this morning! ...I mean you’re looking good… this morning… I mean… um…”

Alex was a little surprised he even knew her name… though it also made her a little uneasy that he did. Less popular boys had a tendency to get a bit… creepy in their admiration of the more attractive girls. It could be sweet at times… but also awkward and annoying. No-one wanted nerd juice dribbling off their skirt all day long.

She gave him a pointed stare, one that drifted down to his exposed phallus and made it very clear she was not impressed.

“You’d better finish that off quick before we arrive, if it’s my tits you’re imagining… I’m not going to wait around looking pretty just so you can catch up!”

The boy’s face went bright red. Definite prude material. Which two morons playing hookey had let him claim a seat back here…? Damn them again!

“Well actually… I find it difficult to… you know… If I haven’t got anywhere to go… So I was wondering if you’d… Like, with your mouth… You know…”

Alex sighed… How pathetic. The boy could barely even say the word ‘blowjob’. As if he didn’t see a thousand being given out every day. She almost pitied the pent up wretch.

“Why does that bother you? Why do you think the seats are lined with so much plastic?! The cleanup crew come through every day!” A similar-looking, but altogether more popular face sprung into her mind. So that's why she recognised him…

“Don’t you have a sister, anyway? Surely she’s swallowed at least one load off you already?”

Now the young man looked near mortified, as if he could already see his one chance at cumming in such a well thought-of slut’s mouth slipping away.

“It’s not that… I just don’t like doing it where other people can seeee… And she normally does, but today she said she was ill… and I didn’t want to make her feel worse or anything so I… I’m sorry…”

Alex sighed again. It was a likely story… she didn’t know a single girl who would refuse a nice, throat-warming blowjob if they were feeling under the weather… but then, maybe this boy was timid enough to regularly fall for such an excuse… She almost wished her own brothers would be that submissive once in a while…

With a heavy shrug she bent low across the aisle and took the waiting eager erection into her cheeks. It tasted slightly fruity and flowery, as if he’d borrowed his sister’s shower gel, and twitched gratefully against her tongue. It didn’t take long. She’d barely ran her lips along it’s length four or five times before feeling a dam burst inside. Hot, salty flavour overcame her senses for a moment as she gulped it all down. Glancing up toward the previous owner she was dismayed to see the gasping eye of another cock… His nearby companion had decided to take this sudden opportunity to tangle his shaft of meat into her hair. Using it as some sort of soft and silky mastubatory aid. She could tell, even before it happened, that this was going to result in a sticky mess knotting itself into her carefully conditioned locks… and also dribbling slimily down the back of her neck. She shuddered with the feel of it, all good will towards these two lost immediately. Yet she still licked the last drops clean from the head she’d half swallowed… well trained habits never fading. The bus heaved itself to a final stop just as she rose from this low. She didn’t even bother to glance at her mouthful-provider’s smug face. Simply turning to collect her bag and marching primly out into the sunlight.