Kent didn't say anything, lost in thought.

He was still contemplating on what exactly he should do. Like any other consenting adult all he had to do was ask, and judging by how she handled the back seaters the beautiful passenger would probably be receptive to whatever Kent had in mind... but he had too much on his mind. Even though classes had not officially started yet Kent's thoughts were on the curriculum and his training. He wanted to be a world class fucker, which meant he exercised a lot and practiced his technique whenever he could. He didn't just fuck to get off, he fucked to get better. To increase his endurance while increasing his efficiency. He had gotten to the point where by the time they were graduating highschool together he could get his fellow seniors off in just under six minutes... but none of them had been training to be athletes. They just enjoyed letting Kent practice on them, as did a few of his teachers in that final year. His high school sexa competition scores were always high as well, many of the girls in his district asking for his number after completing matches with Kent, much to the annoyance of his fellow male competitors (though on three occasions a few of the male players wanted to exchanged details too). He smiled and swelled a little at the memories that lead to him earning his college scholarship.

There was a tap on the shoulder that snapped Kent out of his reverie and made him turn to the girl sitting next to him. Her dazzling blue eyes sent a warmth through his body.

"Hey so... long bus trip," she began, slipping her phone into the pouch behind the seat in front of her. "D'you wanna make out for a bit?" She was forward but that wasn't uncommon. Kent had been approached a few times in public and propositioned by various women of different ages and he often obliged. Only wanting to make out was rare. However oral technique was an important part of competition, Kent knew. He wouldn't mind getting in a bit more focused practice in that area at all, especially on such a pretty girl with such full lips.

"Sure," he said casually, earning a winning smile from the girl in return. She wasted no time and moved in closer, slipping a hand around his waist and Kent doing the same, resting his fingers on the small of her back. She took his lips tenderly at first, Kent letting himself feel her softness and taste her warm wet saliva. She smelled amazing too, her shampoo a little fruity with a scent of honey, her skin lightly powdered with makeup. After a few seconds of the girl licking his mouth he pressed forward and kissed her back. She eased up then, opening her mouth for him and letting him explore her lips, teeth and tongue. Kent could feel himself stiffening at how good this felt, a little surprised that such a simple exchange could turn him on so much. The girl seemed to be responding in kind and started to kiss him back more forcefully, both of them pulling in more intimately and locking lips with increasing passion. She moaned into his mouth and the vibration and sound sent a shiver down Kent's back. The girl's swirling tongue was starting to overwhelm him, but he felt the urge to stay in control and brushed a hand up her bare leg. She moaned again and as he got closer to her crotch she spread her knees. Kent ran his fingers up the faint hint of her slit over her tight shorts then slipped his hand up into her shirt. Her flat stomach lead up to amazingly supple and soft breasts and he grabbed a handful wantingly.

"Auhh..." he sighed, pleased, finally breaking their kiss. She watched Kent's face and he watched hers. "Give me your fingers," she ordered, biting her lips went Kent pinched gently at the girl's hidden nipples. "Fuck me with your fingers." No further prompting was needed after that and he pulled her in closer and slid his hand down the front of her shorts. She was not wearing underwear, nor was she sporting any amount of hair down there whatsoever. He felt her wetness on the tips of his fingers then fished deeper, finding her heated, dripping hole as his palm gently brushed her hooded clit. "Mmm... yeah..." she growled at him, leaning forward to take his lips again. They continued their kiss as Kent got his hand into a better position to angle his fingers and slipped one in past her lips. She playfully bit at his lips as he rubbed her from the inside, not going very deep into her yet, making sure he spread her wetness all over first. The way she was already clenching lightly at his second added finger made him feel pretty good about his well hone techniques and he tried to ignore his own erection now straining at the seam of his thin jeans as she started whispering sweet breath words of appreciation into his ear. "Fuck that feel's good," she breathed to him, now gently rocking her hips to his shallow stabbing fingers. "So good fuckin good... What's your name?" At this Kent looked blankly over her shoulder for a moment, forgetting what his own name was.

"Kent? Kent..." he answered finally, only realising now that he was getting a little breathless also.

"Hi Kent Kent," she greeted him teasingly, then moaning as he gently palmed at her clit. "Mmm... I'm Winnie. I'm glad I sat next to you." She pulled back from Kent's ear to look into his eyes. "You seem to know what you're doing." Kent just smiled back at her, his natural boyish charm making Winnie blush as she pulled her shorts down more to expose her bare pussy before she mashed her lips into his mouth again. Her renewed lust made Kent groan this time and hoping to tilt the scales back into balance he slid another finger into her sopping cunt and pushed deeper. Or... he tried to. His finger tips met something hard and it took him a few pokes to register that something was blocking the way and made him stop. "Mmm baby don't stop," she sighed, her fingers grasping onto the hair at the base of Kent's skull. She used her grip and yanked his face back up to hers so that they could kiss again. Kent felt himself throb at how amazing her pulling his hair felt as she made him taste her tongue again.

Still a little confused but now feeling more lust than sense he switched tactics, deciding to concentrate on rubbing Winnie's clit since his fingers weren't able to penetrate her any deeper for some reason. She whined into his shoulder as he massaged her most sensitive area, her cry so sexy it made Kent moan unintentionally. He noticed that most of the back half of bus were now watching the pair of young adults, all of them too caught up in the display to even touch themselves like they certainly would do later if they had to be alone. They would be thinking of this bus trip for a few days yet.

"Ah shit!" Kent hissed, returning his focus to Winnie who had bit into his shoulder. His jacket and shirt were too thick for her to cause any damage, but she used just enough jaw strength for him to feel the pain bloom and spread down to the right side of his upper arm and chest. Making this girl cum suddenly took on new urgency and he rolled his thumb over her nub faster, feeling how her body shuddered and her breath changed as he adjusted the friction until it was just right, then he kept his stroke steady and constant.

"Oohh... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum," she told him breathily, then suddenly pushing onto his shoulders to lean back. "Watch me cum... please watch me cum..." she begged, her **** words forcing Kent to look down at her leaking pussy. He was mesmerised but continued his rubbing her clit, then after a few seconds she shook, slender fingers gripping his arms and nails digging into his skin as her orgasm started. He grimaced but kept on rubbing her and as she spasmed Kent saw her pussy lips part. "Uhhg!" she grunted obscenely, a convulsion rolling through her torso. A small fluro pink object poked out of her pussy, about half an inch of something that slowly began to reveal itself inch by inch as each pulse of Winnie's orgasms made her **** it out.

Kent was in awe, his fingers no longer needed as Winnie kept cumming, the thing that had been lodged up her sopping cunt now two thirds of the way out. It seemed to be split and opened up slightly at the revealed end, the wet contraption wobbling for a moment until the girl gave one last moan and the rest of it slid out of her wetly. She caught it before it dropped and Kent stared at her hand confusion and amazement. The thing was about five inches long and looked to be made of some kind of plastic, and basically resembled a strange kind of vibrator that flared at the bottom until it split. Winnie closed her hand around it and the split shut with a faint squeak. Kent was reminded of those exercise hand grips. He realised that was exactly what these were, only designed to strengthen a woman's vaginal muscles instead via her kegels. Before he could say anything about it Winnie shoved the device into his gaping mouth. The taste of her was immediately apparently, the sweetness of her still warm juices making his eyes roll back. He groaned around the wedge, feeling his cock strain tightly underneath his jeans as sensation overwhelmed him, Winnie squeezing the exerciser in his mouth and releasing a torrent of her collected juices down his throat. Then he was cumming, erection pulsing and pumping his hot jizz eruption all over himself, into his underwear and soaking through the denim of his jeans. Winnie smirked, looking down at Kent's crotch, the fabric darkening, then pulled the grip out of his mouth.

Kent slumped back into the bus window, breath ragged, sweat pouring down his face, Winnie's fluids dripping from his chin. He couldn't believe that this girl had just made him cum without ever touching his dick. The taste of her pussy juices alone had done it. Practically. She smiled at his shocked expression then reached out, gripping the zipper at the top of his jacket then pulling it down swiftly.

"I knew it!" she cried, pointing to the grey shirt he was wearing with the letters CFA emblazoned on the front. Kent could only blink, barely comprehending anything that was happening right now and only reacting when the bus jolted as it trundled over a pothole. Now Winnie was regarding him with a curious look, Kent detecting a twinge of pity but also sensing her indignation. "How did someone like you get accepted into Cali Fornication Academy?" she asked. "Maybe I should have picked a college with higher standards..."

It finally dawned on Kent that Winnie wasn't any ordinary girl taking a long bus trip. She was a sexa athlete too, like he was. And she was going to the Academy as well from the sounds of it. He also started to recall the name.

"Winnie... Winifred Gelyn?" he blurted, now finally able to put a name to the face he'd seen in all of the national stat sheets.

"Oh so you've heard of me," she said, smirking and prideful. "I'm sure I've never heard of you though." Kent was too starstruck to feel put down, but before he could think up further ways to embarrass himself there was a movement from the back of the bus.

"Alright girly, how about you let a real man have a turn eh?" said Red Striped Tie, now on his feet, his belt undone and fly open. He was already stroking his thick hard cock and both Academy students' eyes widened at his girth. Winifred Gelyn's smile returned readily and she stepped into the aisle, taking her shorts off completely while holding onto the seat in front of her to keep balance with the bus taking a gentle corner.

"Oh I can definitely use that," she said, casting a glance at Kent before bending over and raising her bared ass up to the older man. He stepped up to her carefully, not wanting to fall over due to the moving bus, then grabbed onto her hips. Winnie braced herself by gripping onto a chair on each side of the aisle then cried out happily as Red Stripe plunged his length into her nice warm cunt.