I sprinted down the country lane, my boots kicking up dust as I ran, hair whipping behind me. The bus was already pulling away, its engine rumbling as it disappeared around the bend. I stopped at the edge of the road, panting, hands on my knees. "Shit," I muttered, watching the last glimpse of red tail lights vanish.

The bus stop was a lonely little shelter, a small brick hut, sitting between two villages. Inside and out of the rain I flopped onto the bench with a sigh, the cold metal seeping through my thin skirt. The next bus wouldn’t be here for another hour. I leaned back, letting the soft breeze cool my flushed skin, staring down the empty road.

A few minutes passed before I heard hurried footsteps from the other direction. I turned just as a man jogged up the lane, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He was tall and well muscled, with tousled hair and a handsome face, flushed from the run. His eyes met mine, hopeful.

I gave him a sympathetic smile. “You just missed it. Drove off about five minutes ago.”

“Ah, damn.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking around the empty road before chuckling softly. “Figures. It’ll teach me not to hit the snooze button too many times.”

I shifted on the bench, patting the empty space beside me. “Next one’s not for an hour. Might as well sit.”

He hesitated, then smiled back, his dimples showing. “Well, looks like we’ve got time to kill.” He dropped his backpack to the ground and sat next to me, the warmth of his body radiating through the small space between us.

I let my gaze linger on him. He was even better up close, stubble dusting his jawline, strong arms visible beneath the rolled sleeves of his shirt. We started talking, the conversation light at first, where we were headed, the usual small talk. He introduced himself as Will. He told me he was heading to the train station in town to travel to the lake district for a weekend hike, his voice warm and easy. Though I found myself focusing more on the way his lips curved into a smile than the words themselves.  I introduced myself and shared I was heading home from a rather awkward one night stand.

Our laughter came easily, his jokes bordering on cheeky, and before long, he asked with a teasing grin, "So Katie, what made the one-night stand so awkward?"

I hesitated, then chuckled, deciding to be honest. "He was too drunk. I hadn't realised how bad it was at the club, but on the way home, it became obvious. By the time we got back, it was all fumbled kisses and clumsy hands. He could barely get it up. There was an attempt to, you know, stick it in me, but it was like feeding rope, it didn’t really go anywhere."

I caught myself, realising I had shared way too much. My cheeks flushed with heat. "Wow, sorry. That was probably more information than you needed."

He laughed, shaking his head. "No, it’s fine. It’s… honest. Besides, it makes for a good story."

I smiled, feeling my embarrassment at oversharing dissolve. I found my hand moving without thinking, resting lightly on his knee, fingers grazing the fabric of his jeans. His eyes widened but he didn't pull away, his gaze flicking between my hand and my face.

He chuckled softly, then asked, "Do you, uh, often go for one-night stands?"

I smirked, giving him a playful wink. "I have my fun. Life’s too short not to." That may have been underplaying it. I regularly went out and picked up guys, I had a high sex drive and I had found that pleasuring myself never really got me the same satisfaction as getting a guy to shoot his load all over me. 

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but before he could press further, I leaned in slightly. "But I’ve already given you way too much personal info," I teased, my fingers tracing slow circles on his knee. "Your turn. What about you?"

He grinned, seemingly considering how much to reveal. "Well, I’m not exactly a saint either," he said, leaning back against the bench. "But I don't go out much, and you don't meet too many one-night-stand options out walking."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So you don't go out trawling the clubs for women, you just wait for them to fall into your lap?"

He laughed, his eyes flicking down to where my hand still rested on his knee. "Well I'm not big on clubs and I have a very large lap." He grimaced. "Large lap? What the fuck am I saying? Sorry, I'm not very good at this."

"Well," I murmured, my voice low and teasing, "I think you're better than you think you are." He may not have been smooth, but he was cute and charming.

The air between us thickened, that playful tension growing stronger. I let my fingers trail higher, brushing the inside of his thigh. 

He met my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "Yeah, it definitely feels that way."

I decided to be bold. This guy was hot, clearly into me, and after last night’s disaster, I was feeling more than a little desperate.

I leaned in, my voice low and sultry. "Okay, I'll level with you, I could really use a good fucking right about now. We've got plenty of time before the next bus comes."

His eyes widened, stunned. "Wow, I err, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as forward as you."

I smirked, my hand sliding further up his leg, fingers grazing the inside of his thigh. "Oh, you think that's forward? Wait until I tell you how desperate I am for you to cum in my face."

I felt his cock twitch through his jeans, a shiver of excitement running through me as his breath caught.

The space between us, once thick with playful tension, now burned with raw desire, the next move suddenly very clear.

I leaned in closer, my breath warm against his ear. "So, what do you say?"

He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking around the empty bus stop, then landing back on me. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice rough with disbelief and arousal.

I grinned, letting my fingers trail up further, grazing the bulge in his jeans. "Dead serious."

He hesitated for a heartbeat before reaching out, his hand cupping the side of my face, thumb brushing over my cheek. "Then, I mean, fuck yes!" he murmured before leaning in, capturing my lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Our mouths moved together, his hands exploring my body as I pressed against him, feeling the heat between us intensify. I shifted on the bench, my leg sliding over his, straddling his lap. The rough denim of his jeans pressed against me, the coarseness exciting me. Every part of me buzzed with need.

His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I ground against him, feeling him grow harder beneath me. I broke the kiss, gasping for air, my hands tugging at the hem of his shirt, sliding underneath to feel the warmth of his skin.

He groaned, his lips trailing down my neck, nipping and kissing as his fingers tangled in my hair. "This is crazy," he muttered against my skin.

"Crazy hot," I corrected, my voice breathless.

I unbuttoned his jeans with practiced ease, feeling his cock strain against the fabric. He helped, pushing them down just enough, freeing himself. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the heat and weight, his breath catching as I stroked him slowly.

"God, Katie," he gasped, his hands gripping my waist tighter.

I smiled, leaning back slightly to meet his gaze. "Told you I was serious."

Without waiting, I shifted lower, sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs. I met his eyes as I lowered my head, my lips brushing the tip of his cock before taking him into my mouth.

He groaned loudly, his hands threading into my hair, guiding me as I moved, my tongue swirling around him, tasting the salt of his skin.

I wrapped my lips tighter around him, eager and hungry. I sucked harder as I bobbed my head up and down, saliva dripping down my chin. His groans grew louder, hands tightening in my hair, guiding my pace.

I pulled back slightly, letting his tip rest against my tongue before spitting on it, watching as the slickness dripped down the length of his cock. My hand wrapped around him, stroking in time with my mouth, twisting my wrist as I moved. I took him deep again, feeling him hit the back of my throat, my eyes watering slightly as I pushed past my gag reflex, desperate to take more.

His hips jerked involuntarily, a deep groan escaping him. "Fuck, Katie, that's so good."

I moaned around him, the vibration making him shudder. I pulled back, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening cock. I stroked him faster now, my hand wet and slippery as I spat again, mixing it with the saliva already coating him.

"You like this? You like face fucking a stranger at a bus stop?" I asked, my voice breathless, before plunging him back into my mouth, bobbing my head eagerly, taking him as deep as I could.

His hands fisted in my hair, his thighs tensing beneath me. "God, yes, Fuck, Fuck FUCK!."

“Then cum for me, fucking shoot it over my face! I want it. I need it!” I demanded. I felt his cock twitch again, throbbing against my hand, knowing he was getting close. 

I stopped talking and dived back down onto his cock as I increased my pace, sucking harder, my hand stroking the base as my mouth worked him over, eager and sloppy, spit and precum dripping onto my chest as I focused on driving him over the edge.

He was panting, his body tense, on the verge of release, and I wanted nothing more than to make him explode. I moaned around him, feeling the pulse of his cock as he groaned, his voice rough with need.

"Oh God, I'm so close," he gasped, his hands gripping my hair tighter.

Hearing that pushed me further. I pulled back, letting his slick cock slip from my mouth, and wrapped my hand around him, stroking him fast and hard. His cock so slick and wet from my mouth. I kept my eyes locked on his, waiting.

"Come on," I whispered, stroking him vigorously, my hand pumping him faster. "I want it all over me."

He let out a deep, guttural groan, his hips jerking as thick ropes of cum shot from him, landing across my face and lips. I felt the hot streams coat my cheeks, some dripping down onto my chin. I stroked him through it, milking every last drop, watching his face twist with pleasure.

I closed my eyes for a moment, relishing the sensation. There was something intensely satisfying about it, the warmth, the mess, the sheer act of surrender. I had always loved the feeling of a guy cumming on my face, the primal rawness of it. It made me feel powerful, desired, completely in control, even in the moment of submission.

As I wiped a bit of cum from my cheek with my finger, sucking it into my mouth, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head slightly, I spotted a small group of lads, all dressed for walking, standing on the other side of the road, easily able to look into the small bus shelter. Their eyes were wide, fixed on me, their expressions a mixture of shock and raw lust. They must have arrived unnoticed, catching the end of our little show.

A flush of heat spread through me, not embarrassment, but something hotter, darker. I could see the unmistakable hunger in their gazes, each one of them unable to tear their eyes away from the mess on my face.

I met Will’s eyes again, a wicked grin spreading across my lips. "Looks like we had an audience," I whispered, feeling my heart race at the realization.

I was too turned on for rational thought, my body still buzzing with adrenaline and desire. I looked over at the group of lads, their eyes glued to me, filled with unmistakable lust. Without a second thought, I called out to them, my voice sultry and inviting. "Hey, any of you want to join in?"

The group exchanged stunned glances, some hesitating, others already starting to move forward.

I turned to Will, a playful yet apologetic smile on my cum-streaked face. "Sorry, I should have checked, you don't mind, do you?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was too stunned, his eyes wide as the group approached. There were four of them. They looked college-aged, all fit and energetic, dressed in hiking gear, cargo shorts, t-shirts, and sturdy boots. A few had backpacks slung over their shoulders, water bottles clipped to their belts, and they all wore expressions of shock mixed with unmistakable lust. Their faces were flushed, some with wide grins, more nervous but clearly excited and more than eager to join in

"So," I began, licking my lips, still tasting Will, "who's first?"

The lads hesitated, glancing at each other, before one of them, a tall guy with dark hair and a lean build, stepped forward. "I... I guess I am," he stammered, his cheeks flushed but his excitement obvious.

I grinned and reached for his belt. His friends stood a few steps back, watching, their anticipation palpable. I pulled his shorts and they pooled at his feet, my hand wrapping around his already hardening cock. It was long, quite thin, with an obvious bend to the left. 

"Relax," I whispered, looking up at him—he was clearly nervous. "Just enjoy it."

I leaned in, my lips brushing his tip before taking him into my mouth. He groaned, his hands hovering awkwardly before finally resting on my shoulders. I bobbed my head, swirling my tongue around him, eager and hungry.

The others watched, shifting uncomfortably, but their hands soon drifted to their belts, unable to resist the scene unfolding before them.

I pulled back, stroking him with one hand while glancing over my shoulder. "No need to be shy," I teased. "Come closer."

They stepped forward, forming a loose circle around me. I felt a rush of excitement, surrounded by the raw energy of so many eager bodies. One of them stood next to the first, his cock already free, guiding it towards my lips. I alternated between them, my hands stroking, my mouth working, spit and pre-cum mixing as I pleasured them.

Will watched, his expression a mix of shock and arousal, his own cock still out, hardening again as he took in the scene. Our eyes met briefly, and I saw the approval there, the unspoken encouragement.

Every nerve in my body was alight, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. I could hardly believe what I was doing, or how incredibly turned on I was by it. Kneeling there, surrounded by four nervous, eager lads. Their inexperience only heightened the thrill, their shaky breaths and hesitant touches making me feel powerful and wanted. I knew I was a bit of a slut, I was proud of it even. But, this was far beyond anything I had done before.

I moved from one to the next, licking, stroking, and sucking, my mind spinning at how far I had gone, and how much I loved every second of it. I worked feverishly, trying to give each of the four cocks some attention. My hands moved quickly, gripping two shafts as I alternated my mouth between the other two, my tongue swirling around their tips before plunging one deep into my throat before I switched to the other one. I twisted my wrists as I stroked the other two, feeling them pulse beneath my fingers. 

My cheeks bulged as I took one as deep as I could, then pulled back with a wet gasp, moving to the next. Saliva dripped from my chin, strings of spit connecting my lips to the hard cocks as I pulled away. The lads' moans blended together, their shaky hands brushing my hair back, their hips jerking forward, barely able to control themselves. 

The thrill of it all sent a pulse of heat through me, but I couldn't ignore the growing need building inside. I was giving them everything, eagerly pleasuring the four boys, each of them close to the edge, their bodies trembling with anticipation. But I was left aching, untouched, my own desires screaming for attention.

I flicked my eyes over to Will, catching his gaze. Almost as if he could read my mind, seeing the raw need in my eyes, he stood. His cock was hard again, thick and ready, as he stepped forward with purpose. Without saying a word, he moved behind me, his hands gripping my hips firmly. I gasped as he lifted me slightly, flipping my skirt up to reveal my backside. With a smooth motion, he pulled my knickers down, letting them drop around my knees.

My focus on the four lads faltered as I felt Will's cock press against me, sliding up and down the slick folds of my wet slit. The sensation sent shivers through me, my body tensing with anticipation. I moaned around one of the boys' cocks, my hips pushing back instinctively, silently begging Will to give me what I needed.

The boys noticed the shift, their moans growing louder as they watched Will take control, their eyes filled with a mix of envy and arousal. I felt completely exposed, surrounded by cocks, with Will teasing me mercilessly, sliding his length along my dripping slit without pushing in. The mixture of denial and pleasure was almost too much, my body trembling with the desperate need to be filled.

Will's hands gripped my hips tightly as he teased me, sliding his cock along my slick folds, the heat of him driving me wild. My body trembled, caught between the overwhelming need to please the four lads surrounding me and my own desperate hunger to be filled.

I moaned around one of the boys' cocks, as I struggled to focus. But with Will behind me, his cock rubbing against my sensitive slit, it was nearly impossible to concentrate. My hips bucked, silently begging him to push inside.

"Please," I gasped, pulling off one of the lads long enough to beg. "Will, I need it."

His response was a low, satisfied chuckle before he finally pushed forward, the thick head of his cock parting me and sinking deep inside. The sudden fullness made me cry out, my body shuddering from the sensation. It was exactly what I had been craving.

Will started with rough, relentless thrusts, his hands digging into my hips, pulling me back hard against him with every motion. Each time he slammed into me, a jolt of pleasure shot through my core, making it nearly impossible to focus on the four lads in front of me.

I struggled to keep up, my mouth and hands moving quickly, but I could only manage to focus on two of them at a time. My lips wrapped around one cock while my hand stroked another, the other two boys left to jack themselves off as they watched, their eyes wide with lust and disbelief. Jucies dripped from my chin onto the floor as I tried to keep up with the relentless pounding from behind.

One of the boys, his face flushed and hands trembling, reached forward and tweaked my nipples, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, the sensation of Will’s rough thrusts combined with the boys' eager hands driving me wild.

I moved one of my hands to that boy vigorously stroking him in thanks for nipple work. The others picked up on the hint and soon they were all eagerly pawing at my tits. 

Will’s pace grew more intense, his hips slapping against me with force, the wet sounds of our bodies echoing in the air. I could feel my orgasm building, the heat deep in my core spreading outward, my body on the brink. My hands worked frantically, stroking two cocks as I alternated between them, my mouth taking one deep while the other throbbed in my grip. “Fuck, Fucking take it,” Will groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he pounded into me with all his might.

I was completely lost in the chaos, my body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. The boys were all close, their breathing ragged, their moans filling the air as they edged nearer to release.

The first two boys couldn’t hold back any longer. As I worked them both, my hand stroking one rapidly while my mouth slid up and down the other, they exploded almost simultaneously. Hot spurts of cum shot from the one in my hand, thick ropes landing across my cheek and jaw, while the boy in my mouth groaned deeply as he released, his cock twitching against my tongue. I felt the rush of warmth coat the inside of my mouth, the salty taste filling me as I tried to swallow, but some of it dribbled out, mixing with the mess on my face.

The boy in my hand wasn’t finished either, his final spurts splattered across my nose and forehead, droplets sliding down onto my lips. I moaned at the sensation, my own arousal peaking as the two of them emptied themselves onto me. My tongue flicked out to catch some of the cum dripping down, my chest heaving as I glanced up at them, their faces flushed and eyes wide with satisfaction and disbelief.

One of the remaining two boys quickly moved in, his eyes wide with anticipation, as I wrapped my lips around him eagerly, rapidly bobbing up and down in time with Will's pounding.

The final boy, unable to wait, his hand moving quickly over his own length. His eyes were locked on me, his expression a mix of awe and raw desire. As he neared his climax, he stepped closer, angling himself beneath me. With a groan, he came hard, thick streams of cum shooting up from under me, splattering across my stomach and breasts, the warmth of it sending shivers through my body.

I moaned around the cock in my mouth, the sensation pushing me closer to my own edge. He let out a strangled cry, his body trembling as he released, hot spurts of cum splattering across my face, mixing with the mess already there.

The combined sensation, the heat of their release coating me, the rough thrusts from Will behind me, was too much. My body tensed, my orgasm building until it finally broke free in a wave of intense pleasure. I screamed out, my walls clenching tightly around Will’s pounding cock as my entire body convulsed, the climax washing over me with blinding force.

Every nerve felt alive, the heat and the chaos overwhelming me as I rode the waves of pleasure, my moans filling the air, lost in the haze of sensation and desire.

The four boys slumped back against the side of the bus shelter, their bodies spent, faces flushed, and breathing heavy. Their wide eyes still locked on me, taking in the aftermath of the chaotic scene they’d just been part of.

Will pulled back, his hands gripping my hips firmly as his cock slipped out of me. I was left trembling, still weak and sensitive from the intense orgasm that had just rocked through me.

But Will wasn’t finished.

Before I could fully catch my breath, Will’s strong hands spun me around, lowering me gently onto the cool ground beneath us.

I gasped at the sensation of the cold surface against my heated skin, my body still buzzing. Will knelt between my legs, his eyes locked on mine, filled with a different kind of intensity now. The rough urgency was gone. He could see I was now sensitive rather than desperate.

He leaned over me, his cock still hard and slick, pressing gently against my entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside, the feeling deep and deliberate. I moaned, my overstimulated body shivering from the mix of sensitivity and growing arousal.

Will moved with a slow, sensual rhythm, his hips rolling against mine, each thrust measured and deep. His hands caressed my sides, fingers trailing up to cup my cum speckled breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. Every touch sent fresh waves of pleasure through me, building me up again even though I thought I was spent.

I whimpered beneath him, my body both tender and desperate for more. The fullness of him, combined with his slow, deliberate pace was intense and consuming.

I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, my back arching as he hit a deeper spot, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me. Despite the sensitivity, my body responded eagerly, my orgasm building again, slower this time but no less intense.

Will’s pace remained steady, his eyes never leaving mine, watching every expression that crossed my face as he pushed me higher and higher.

One of the boys, still lingering nearby, leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. The sensation made me moan deeply, my back arching as the added stimulation pushed me closer to the edge. Will’s thrusts began to speed up, his breathing growing heavier, clearly nearing his own climax.

Another boy approached, his hand reaching out to play with my other nipple, his fingers tweaking and rolling it between his fingertips. His other hand roamed over my body in slow, gentle strokes, trailing down my sides and over my trembling stomach, trailing rivulets of cum over me as he did so.

The combined sensations were overwhelming, Will’s cock filling me, the boys’ mouths and hands on my sensitive skin. My body tensed, the pleasure mounting rapidly until I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

With a scream of pure ecstasy, my orgasm tore through me, my walls clenching tightly around Will as waves of intense pleasure rocked through my body. I trembled beneath them, my cries filling the small space around us.

Will groaned loudly, feeling me tighten around him, and took three final, deep thrusts before burying himself fully inside me. His body tensed as he pulsed hot streams of cum deep into me, his groans mingling with my cries as we climaxed together.

The world seemed to blur around me, the sensations leaving me breathless and completely spent, my body still twitching with the aftershocks of my release.

I lay there topless, my body glistening with streaks of cum and speckled with dirt from the floor. My skirt was bunched around my waist, soaked through and clinging to my skin. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my nipples still hard from the lingering sensations, while the warm, sticky mess slowly dripped down my thighs, my face, and my body.

Through the little window in the bus shelter, I saw the bus pull up, the hydraulic hiss echoing in the stillness. My muscles felt like jelly, my body too spent to move. I could only lie there, panting, my limbs trembling, the cum leaking steadily from my pussy and pooling beneath me.

The bus idled for a moment before pulling away, the rumble of its engine fading into the distance. I let out a soft, exhausted laugh, my eyes fluttering closed, trying to process the whirlwind of sensations still coursing through me.

Will knelt beside me, brushing a stray strand of hair from my flushed face. "Well shit," he said with a grin, his voice filled with playful satisfaction, "looks like we’ve got some more time to kill."