The Aspiring Singer

Walking to the back of the bus with all eyes staring at you, Melody nervously chuckled as you came near her before looming over her, blocking any exits and forcing her to look at nobody else but you.

"John!" She says, "What brings you here?"

"Oh, I just want to tell you that I saw your latest cover on your YouTube channel," you lied. While it's true that she has a YouTube channel, she only has a thousand subscribers at best, and most of the ones you've read are just creeps asking her out, and all she does is sing karaoke to whatever's the latest generic pop song on YouTube, "I gotta say, you are doing ok - not good, not bad, nothing that's going to catch, say, a song producer."

You saw her smile evaporate into utter confusion, "You think so? Well, do you have any suggestions on what I can do?"

Grinning, you immediately reply with, "Sure, sure, give me a sample why not?"

With you still towering over her, Melody began singing a song from memory, however awkward it was and obnoxious it was to your ears - she really needed some help. Luckily, you had just the cure as to how to shut her up and said, "Stop! Stop, stop. How much of the audio do you edit?"

Shyly looking at her lap, Melody meekly confessed with, "Just a little... enough that I don't drown out the music."

"Well, I got just the cure for your pitch problem." Unzipping your pants and fishing your cock out, Melody jumped from her seat and back to nervously chuckling as her lips and the tip of your cock were just a few inches away from one another, "Why don't you run that back for me, one more time?"

"Oh, alright." And before she uttered a word, you thrust your dick inside her mouth much to her confusion, "wuuh?"

"Keep on going."

"Oookeh." And as she kept on singing, you slid your dick deeper into her throat to a point where her insufferable singing began sounding nice, but only when the head was touching her uvula. Supposedly she stopped singing as her eyes looked up to meet yours and possibly said 'what are you doing,' but with how audible she was, you weren't too sure.

"Tuning your throat of course." You tell her as you put your hand behind the back of her head and pulled her to your crotch. You could feel a nice tingling vibration on your cock as Melody continued to deepthroat you, disturbed only by her needing air - a need that came in the form of her an ever increasing frantic tapping of your chest before she was choked out of consciousness.

Gasping for air, Melody's lips and shirt were dripping with drool, but the lack of clarity on whether her jeans were wet was an offending visual. When Melody was finally finished, you shook your head, cock still hard and wet.

"Tsk, tsk tsk, I'm ashamed of you Melody. You couldn't hit a low note if your life depended on it, but enough about your voice. How's your memory?" As she finished coughing and rubbing her eyes, Melody looked at you again confused.

"My memory? What do you mean?"

"Your memory! Do you think you're going to read some lyrics when you become a professional? Come on, sing me another song, something different." Bemused for a second, Melody nodded, but before she could utter a single word, you stopped her, "Take your jeans off for a second."

"What?"

"You heard me, take them off; let's see if you're easily embarrassed. People who are easily embarrassed can't think properly after all, and how can you sing if you're embarrassed?"

"Oh, that actually makes sense." She promptly stood up and pulled her jeans down, revealing her pink and white striped panties, much to your enjoyment. Once again, before she can say anything, you stopped her, "What did I do wrong this time?"

"Nothing, just turn around." And without hesitation, she obeyed. Ignoring whatever your ears were hearing for the moment, you put Melody's panties aside and aligned your moist penis into your asshole before thrusting, burying your shaft inside her with frictionless efficiency.

Now Melody didn't say anything and continued with her song. All of a sudden, there were some brief pauses as her knees got weaker, and minutes later, she would've fallen on the ground had you not locked her arms behind her back like a frontal backpack, but instead, launched her at the sky with every thrust, kicking the frame of the school bus and even causing the transport to swerve.

Melody basically stopped singing now and began chanting actual music to your ears, which were an array of "Fuck," "Fuck me," "Fuck me harder John," and many other similar tunes. Turning to your side, everyone in the school bus, except the driver, were watching you and Melody's performance as the entire body echoed the noise of the flapping of flesh, aside from Melody's moans.

You could see the envy in their eyes, but it didn't matter.

The School Bus made one final turn before the final stretch to school, so, the genius you are, you figured that Melody needed to be heard, bent her over enough for you to grab the handle to a window and opened it, before having her head be in the outside until the bus made a complete halt, in which you shoved the upper body of Melody for all to hear.

There were some of your schoolmates that hurried outside, there were some that stayed for longer to watch and to get a turn perhaps but gave up until there were only three people in the bus. You, Melody technically speaking, and the bus driver who stood still like a mannequin.

"Everybody off the bus." Said the driver in a dreadfully monotone voice.

As you felt Melody's body shudder one more time and being sprayed by her pussy juice, you felt your own cock tire as well before unloading your load inside of her asshole. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned to the driver and said, "Fuck you Tom." Before putting your schoolmate down.

Half-naked and finally leaving the driver alone, Melody collapsed on a bench, panting. Looking up to you and forcing a smile with the last of her energy, you offered her a proposition with one leg on the bench, one leg on the ground, and one leg free in the air at the middle.

"You really have potential Melody, you just need someone to push you in that right direction. Tell you what, if you make me your manager, I can make you a star in no time, just like Adele." Melody nodded cheerfully, still panting. Noticing that your shaft was becoming drier and precum leaking from the urethra, you figured you could use a cleanup, "I'll meet your at your house tonight, let's film a music video together. But right now my cock needs some special attention, do I need a different cocksleeve or-"

And within a heartbeat, Melody had her mouth be acquainted with your cock, head bobbing as the splendid sound of GUCK, GUCK, GUCK was the only chorus that your ears heard until the bell rang.