Bus lust

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Many people know that on crowded buses, you often encounter perverts.

I've certainly been a victim myself. Although I'm not particularly beautiful, I still attract a lot of attention from the opposite sex when walking on the street. For some reason, my figure isn't particularly outstanding either; I'm only 5 feet 3 inches tall with measurements of 34-23-33, but perhaps that's enough to satisfy men's sexual fantasies.

As for encountering perverts on crowded buses, it's practically a daily occurrence for me. Every time I get off work, the subway is packed with people, so close together that the distance between people is only about 3mm. You can clearly hear the other person's breathing; it's truly unbearable.

I still have almost an hour's journey to get home, but I can't escape this terrifying situation. I can only try to keep my distance from others. So, every time I enter the carriage, I only use a small handbag to cover my chest to avoid my breasts directly touching other people's chests, but it's impossible to completely protect myself. Because my hands were busy with my upper body and couldn't attend to my lower body, they often had opportunities to take advantage of me.

I remember one time I was wearing a short skirt and was bored on my way home. As usual, I looked around as if admiring something, but actually I didn't know where to focus my gaze, since I was usually standing face-to-face with a stranger, and to avoid the awkwardness of eye contact, I kept my eyes on the route sign.

Just then, I suddenly felt a chill on my thigh, but didn't pay much attention. However, I soon realized the chill was quite strong, so I continued to look at the route sign, but my focus shifted to my thigh. That's when I realized the chill was caused by a hand lifting my skirt.

His fingers were tickling my thigh. Of course, I dared not make a sound. Although I felt violated, I dared not shout or attract attention. I could only pretend nothing had happened and continue looking at the route sign.

His hands didn't stop there. Just moments ago he was teasing me with his fingers, but now his entire hand gripped my leg, moving it up and down. His movements became faster and faster, moving higher and higher. His fingers roamed the inside of my thighs, occasionally brushing against the lace edge of my panties as if by accident.

I felt a little uncomfortable from his caresses, but I could only pretend nothing was happening and continue looking at the route sign. He acted as if no one was around, even teasing my vulva with his fingers. Even through my panties, it still made my body tremble.

His sudden action almost made me cry out. Actually, I was already wet.

He could feel the wetness of my genitals, so he simply pulled down my panties and used his fingers to play with my labia, pinching and playing with my clitoris with varying pressure, causing my juices to flow even more freely. Now he's using three fingers to pinch and play with it, teasing it in turn. I think he's considering taking it a step further and entering my cave.

I'm unbearably itchy from his teasing, and of course, I also want him to fill my emptiness quickly. I'm not a virgin anymore, but this is the subway, and he's a stranger.

Just as I was thinking this, he forcefully inserted his fingers into my vagina. Oh! My private parts are filled by him, very satisfying, perfectly filling the emptiness I just felt. His insertion caused my love juices to flow even more, and the increasing amount of juices probably already wet his hands. Perhaps because it was so wet, it was easier for his fingers to move in and out, and he inserted all three fingers into my vulva at the same time. I couldn't help but moan softly. Luckily, the train was noisy and no one noticed, otherwise it would have been even more embarrassing.

The train kept shaking, and his movements became faster and harder. He pressed his body against my buttocks, and I could feel the heat emanating from my underwear. His penis was so hard it could pierce a wooden board. He rubbed his shaft against my buttocks, his fingers constantly thrusting in and out of my vagina.

At this point, I was so excited that even my breasts felt empty; I longed to touch them. My buttocks instinctively responded by swaying. He thrust his body forward, pressing his penis even closer to my buttocks. With each thrust, his fingers moved in and out of my vagina, three fingers constantly probing inside my wet opening. It was almost unbearable, yet I couldn't cry out.

My breasts, aroused, were now very high, as if welcoming someone to touch them. Luckily, I had already covered my chest with my handbag, so no one saw this. I then used both hands to caress my breasts.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, and as I breathed a sigh of relief, all five of them were inserted. Wow! I couldn't help but let out another moan. His five fingers rotated and thrust in and out of my vagina, his penis rubbing against me relentlessly. I estimated his penis was eight inches long. Oh! What would happen if that thing really entered my hole?

He brought me to multiple orgasms, moaning softly, "Mmm... Ah..." trying to keep quiet so no one could hear. Perhaps some already knew, but no one would care.

His fingers continued thrusting, his penis slamming against my buttocks. I had another orgasm, and couldn't help but grab my breasts hard. Perhaps due to excitement, my movements were exaggerated, and I accidentally bumped into the man standing between me. He stared at me, as if he knew something, and kept glancing at my chest. Although I had covered my 34-cup breasts with my handbag, there was still a sliver of space for him to see my breasts, swollen from excitement, rising and falling with my breath. He didn't look away, instead moving his head even closer to my face, occasionally licking his lips.

Being sandwiched between two men made it even harder to breathe. Perhaps seeing others joining in, his animalistic instincts were amplified; he scratched at the inside of my vagina with his fingernails, causing a painful yet stimulating sensation that made me gasp even harder.

I was sure the man standing between me could feel my breath on his face; I guess that excited him even more, since I could feel his breath too! Luckily, that man reached his stop quickly, otherwise I was afraid he would join the other man in attacking me.

After he got off the bus, I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure this man was giving me, pressing my handbag tightly against my chest. After a while, his movements slowed down, perhaps because they had been too intense, and my orgasm gradually subsided. I think he had also reached his climax; he slowly moved away, withdrawing his fingers.

The annoying man, as he pulled his finger back and passed over my clitoris, pinched it hard, exciting me again. Although it felt good, and I had an orgasm, it was still embarrassing.

Just as his finger completely left my vagina, I slowly turned my head to see what kind of person he was. I saw a young man in his early twenties, wearing a suit and looking very refined, giving me a lewd and satisfied smile. I stared at him, unsure how to react.

The bus stopped at a station, and he turned and got off. I watched him leave, stunned, until the bus started moving again

. I finally came to my senses, still feeling the lubrication flowing from my genitals, and just wanted to get home quickly to clean up the lingering excitement of this unexpected encounter.

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