The Bus Orgy

I, Mevrouw Wysseur, have always been a strict teacher, especially with my class 511. But today, something stirred within me as I watched Milan, Simon, Vik, Tessa, Seppe, Nina, Lily, Leonie, Sandro, Torben, and the rest of the students file into the bus for our field trip. The air was thick with hormones and pent-up desires.

As the bus rumbled to life, I found myself in the back, surrounded by the students. Milan, the hot rugby player, sat next to me, his muscular thigh pressing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Simon, the fit blond boy, sat across from us, his eyes locked on my cleavage. Tessa, the shy girl, sat next to Simon, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

The bus hit a bump, jostling us all. Milan’s hand landed on my thigh, his fingers tracing small circles on my skin. I should have stopped him, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Instead, I spread my legs slightly, giving him better access. He took the hint, his hand sliding higher, brushing against my clothed sex.

Simon leaned forward, his eyes dark with desire. “Miss Wysseur, are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed.”

Before I could respond, Tessa spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think she’s turned on.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. The other students began to take notice, their eyes fixed on me. I knew I should put a stop to this, but I was too far gone. I needed release, and I needed it now.

I reached out, grabbing Milan’s wrist and guiding his hand under my skirt. He groaned as he felt my wetness, his fingers slipping inside me without hesitation. Simon leaned in, his mouth finding my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. Tessa watched, her hand slipping between her own legs as she rubbed herself through her clothes.

The rest of the class began to follow suit, hands roaming, clothes being shed. Vik, the quiet boy in the corner, had his cock out, stroking himself as he watched the scene unfold. Nina and Lily were kissing each other, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Seppe and Sandro were making out, their hands groping each other’s asses. Torben and Leonie were engaged in a sixty-nine, their moans filling the bus.

I was lost in a sea of sensation, Milan’s fingers pumping in and out of me, Simon’s mouth on my neck, Tessa’s eyes on me. I came with a cry, my body convulsing, my juices coating Milan’s hand.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to taste them, to feel them inside me. I pushed Milan off me and stood up, my clothes in disarray. The bus was a mess of naked bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex.

I walked down the aisle, my eyes locked on Simon. I pushed him back into his seat and straddled him, lowering myself onto his hard cock with a moan. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I rode him.

Around us, the orgy continued. Milan was now fucking Tessa from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. Vik had moved on to Nina and Lily, his cock switching between their mouths. Seppe and Sandro were sixty-nining, their bodies pressed together. Torben and Leonie were in a sixty-nine, their moans mingling together.

I came again, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Simon followed soon after, his hot seed filling me up. I collapsed against his chest, both of us panting.

But the bus was still moving, and the orgy showed no signs of stopping. I knew we had hours left in our journey, and I was determined to make the most of it.

I stood up, my legs shaky, and surveyed the scene before me. I saw Milan and Tessa, still going at it. Vik, Nina, and Lily, now in a daisy chain. Seppe and Sandro, still sixty-nining. Torben and Leonie, taking a break to catch their breath.

I walked over to Milan and Tessa, pushing Milan away and taking his place. Tessa looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, tasting myself on her tongue.

I broke the kiss and turned to Milan, pushing him down onto the floor. I straddled his face, lowering my dripping sex onto his mouth. He groaned, his tongue delving into my folds, lapping up our combined juices.

Tessa watched, her hand between her legs, fingering herself as she watched us. I reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away. I brought her fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean, tasting her sweetness.

Around us, the orgy continued. Vik, Nina, and Lily had moved on to a train, their bodies pressed together as they fucked each other. Seppe and Sandro were now in a double penetration with Leonie, their cocks stretching her wide. Torben was jerking off, watching the scene before him with lust-filled eyes.

I came again, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. Milan groaned beneath me, his tongue lapping up my juices as I rode his face.

But I wasn’t done yet. I stood up, my legs shaky, and surveyed the bus once more. I saw Simon, still naked, watching me with a hungry look in his eyes. I walked over to him, straddling him once more.

He entered me with a groan, his hands gripping my hips as I rode him. Around us, the orgy had reached a fever pitch. Vik, Nina, and Lily were now in a daisy chain, their bodies pressed together as they fucked each other. Seppe and Sandro were taking turns fucking Leonie, their cocks slamming into her hard and fast. Torben was now fucking Tessa from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her.

I came again, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Simon followed soon after, his hot seed filling me up. I collapsed against his chest, both of us panting.

As the bus rolled on, the orgy continued. We fucked in every position imaginable, our bodies pressed together in a sea of sweat and sex. By the time we reached our destination, we were all exhausted, our bodies spent.

As we stepped off the bus, I surveyed my class, seeing the satisfied looks on their faces. I knew this was a day they would never forget, a day that would be etched in their memories forever.

And as for me, I knew I would never be the same. I had crossed a line, had given in to my darkest desires. But I didn’t regret it. Not for a single moment.