Xiao Hui's lewd bus ride

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My name is Xiaohui, I'm 164 cm tall and weigh around 52 kg, and I work as a bank employee.

I recently turned 30. They say women "go wild at 30," and I'm increasingly understanding the meaning of that saying. I clearly feel my libido is much higher than when I first got married. Even a casual touch to my sensitive areas can arouse strong desire, and just thinking about suggestive things can ignite a burning passion within me.

My figure isn't particularly hot; my breasts aren't huge, but my hips are full, and my waist has always been quite slim. I'm not stunningly beautiful, but my features are delicate, and my skin is very smooth and fair. My friends say I'm the pure and virtuous type.

But what they don't know is that purity might just be my appearance.

I want to share some of my stories here, some are based on my real experiences, and some are just fantasies I've expanded upon about certain ambiguous scenarios, hehe.

This time, I'll tell you about an experience I had on a bus.

Actually, most girls have experienced harassment on buses to some extent. I first encountered this in high school; I felt someone would intentionally or unintentionally touch my butt. Generally, as long as it wasn't too excessive, I would silently endure it and get off the bus as soon as possible, because it would be quite embarrassing if it escalated.

Now that I'm married, my husband usually drives me to and from work, so I rarely take the bus anymore.

This day, my husband had to work overtime, and I couldn't get a taxi, so I had to squeeze onto the bus to go home. I work at a bank, so I have to dress quite formally for work, a standard business suit. Except for stockings and high heels, everything is the bank's uniform: a white shirt, a blazer, and a short skirt.

To be honest with new readers, I don't have the long, slender legs of a model, nor a particularly large bust. My upper body is relatively slim, but my lower body is slightly fuller, especially my hips, which are quite prominent. Now that I think about it, this might be why I'm more prone to harassment on buses.

It was rush hour that day, and it was the height of summer. Southern summers are exceptionally hot, but to make matters worse, the air conditioning on the bus I was on was broken, and it was packed with people. I knew that in a situation like this, I should be grateful for even a place to stand. Soon after boarding, I was squeezed into the middle, my body slightly leaning forward, my hands gripping the back of the seat in front of me for support. Behind me and to my sides were impenetrable walls of people. I regretted not taking off my coat before boarding; now there was simply no room for me.

Two stops later, even more people got on, making the bus even more crowded. Then, someone pressed tightly against my back. Actually, I didn't realize anything was wrong at the time, because it was so crowded that I didn't care whether it was a man or a woman. I was just thinking that after a few more stops, I could escape this environment and go home to enjoy air conditioning.

After the bus had been moving for a while, it suddenly made a sharp turn, throwing all the passengers to one side. Unfortunately, it was the side I was standing on. The person behind me almost pressed his entire body against my back, and I was so pressed down that I could barely support myself with my hands, nearly falling onto the passenger in front of me. But just as the bus straightened up again and I straightened up, I felt something was wrong. The person behind me was still pressed tightly against my back, and his genitals were pressed firmly against my buttocks. I instinctively tried to move away, but the cramped space left me nowhere to hide.

My face flushed instantly because I could clearly feel the hard object pressing against my buttocks, constantly impacting them with each acceleration and deceleration of the bus. Had I been molested? But I didn't confront him. What if he didn't do it on purpose? I just felt like time was passing incredibly slowly.

But as this person continued to rub and thrust against me, my psychology changed. At first, I felt ashamed, but gradually, his actions brought me a sense of pleasure, a kind of stimulation. I felt my buttocks become numb and tingly, and the areas where we were in contact began to heat up. I even adjusted my position, letting his hard object, through my skirt, rest in my buttock cleft. I started to enjoy this feeling, like having an affair with a complete stranger I didn't know, or even whose face I didn't recognize.

During this process, what I looked forward to most was when the car turned. Every time this happened, I would feel that hard object pressing down on me sharply, as if trying to break through those layers of fabric and penetrate me. My lower body began to swell with blood, even becoming a little wet. At that moment, I even felt a little like having sex, in this crowded and stuffy carriage.

I myself felt how exaggerated and ridiculous this thought that had popped up deep inside me was. There was nothing I could do, so I just let it be. Anyway, he couldn't do anything to me.

After a while, the hard object behind me stopped bumping against my buttocks. While I was still wondering what was happening, I suddenly felt something incredibly hot and hard touch my thigh through my stockings. It felt like flesh. I was wearing very thin stockings, so I was certain it was something.

"His…how did it come out?" I thought in horror, secretly glancing back. The man behind me had pulled his penis out of his zipper.

Only then did I notice the man's face. He looked familiar; he probably worked near the bank where I worked.

My skirt was short, and the man behind me was about my height, so his penis could easily slip under my skirt and seemed to be trying uncontrollably to penetrate between my thighs. These

perverts are really bold these days! My mind instantly flashed back to the erotic porn videos I'd watched on my husband's computer when I was bored.

(Yes, women see this too…)

My buttocks are quite perky, which makes it easier for a penis to penetrate from behind. Combined with the hot weather, the poor air circulation in the bus, and my inner turmoil of shame and excitement, my thighs were already soaking wet. Even wearing stockings couldn't help; the wet stockings even became slippery, offering no resistance to the man's penis. Soon, the glans was firmly pressed between my plump thighs.

I could only squeeze my thighs together to try and stop the penis from going any deeper, but this squeezing seemed to excite his penis even more. I felt it getting hotter and harder.

"Oh my god, I'm being molested on the bus…" In that moment of distraction, I lost my grip on the man's penis, which plunged into my thighs with unstoppable force. My sense of touch told me it was at least 15 centimeters long. Even though my buttocks are relatively large, I couldn't completely contain it; the glans had already peeked out from between my legs.

In that instant, I leaned forward, sticking my buttocks high in the air.

The man behind me leaned back, his lower body thrusting forward violently. Our upper bodies weren't in contact, but our lower bodies were tightly joined. His hard penis was completely embedded in my buttocks.

We remained like this for a while, and seeing that I offered almost no resistance, the man behind me grabbed one of my breasts and began kneading it through my clothes. I instantly blushed with shame. As his hand darted further, reaching for the buttons of my shirt, I hesitated whether to stop him. Suddenly, I heard the man's murmur behind me: "You don't want to embarrass yourself in front of so many people, do you?" I'm not a bold or outgoing woman. A large part of the reason things have turned out this way is because I'm rather introverted and timid. If I were a normal woman, I would have refused the harassment from the start. Of course, as you can see by now, the bigger reason is my inner lust. Deep down, I'm not a particularly chaste and virtuous woman, which is why I've silently endured, or rather, enjoyed, this until now. I didn't even try to stop it with my hands; I just gripped the handrail tightly.

So, am I a repressed, horny woman?

I stood there, stunned, watching as the man behind me unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time, and pulled down my bra. I never dreamed that on a crowded bus, my soft, white breasts would be so openly exposed in public. Luckily, the person in front of me was fast asleep, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old middle school student standing to my left was engrossed in his phone with his back to me. But the man standing to my right, also an office worker, seemed to be staring out the window, but his lustful eyes were secretly watching everything happening to me.

The man behind me then grabbed my breast, his fingers tracing my nipple, my most sensitive spot.

"Ah," I groaned softly, my body going limp from the sudden assault. This only fueled the lust in the man behind me; I could clearly feel his swollen, large glans pressing against my labia through my underwear.

I quickly squeezed my thighs together, but this only made the glans, trapped between my thighs, feel even more pleasurable.

His large, hot, and thick penis, throbbing with each pulse, stimulated my sensitive genitals. I felt an unprecedented stimulation; waves of hot, powerful pleasure surged through my body, and my buttocks felt a pleasurable sensation from the intrusion of his penis.

"Mmm...mmm...woo..." I moaned softly. Although the bus was noisy, I was sure the man pressed against me behind me heard me. I knew I must look incredibly seductive and alluring, but I didn't care anymore. I squeezed the penis between my buttocks and involuntarily began to slowly move it back and forth.

Just as I was immersed in this lewd state, becoming increasingly lost in it, the man suddenly pulled his penis out from between my legs. At this moment, my buttocks were sticking up high, my skirt almost completely pushed up to my waist, my round buttocks fully exposed to the man behind me.

He seemed to admire it for a moment, then suddenly ripped a large hole in the crotch of my stockings, opening up a new battlefield between us, and thrust his penis between my legs again.

This time, there was no stocking to obstruct the view; it was direct stimulation of skin to skin. My panties were soaked, and my buttocks were now full of lustful fluid and sweat, warm and slippery. The lustful fluid constantly flowing from my vagina completely soaked the man's penis through the thin panties, the slippery fluid providing it with a warm, lustful bed.

I could almost feel how satisfied the penis between my legs was at this moment; it hardly made any thrusting, just stayed there comfortably, undulating irregularly with the bus's stops and starts. Just as I was worrying about how to end this situation, he suddenly pulled his penis out, vigorously stroked it a few times with his glove, and then I felt streams of thick, hot semen spray onto my buttocks.

A large amount of milky white semen flowed down my thighs from my buttocks, and I could finally pull my skirt down.

"Is this considered buttock sex? Or leg sex?" My mind raced with chaotic thoughts, and I desperately hoped the bus would stop soon so I could clean myself up. When I calmed down and looked back, the man was long gone, replaced by a crowd of unfamiliar, ordinary people.

Finally, we arrived at the bus stop near my house, but because it was a small stop, few people got off, and I was squeezed in the middle of the bus, barely able to move. Just as I was considering whether to force my way out, I suddenly felt something hard press against my buttocks, rubbing against the cleft between my buttocks. Through the thin fabric, I could feel its warm, fleshy texture. Having just been molested by a man, I knew exactly what was going to happen next.

The bus doors slammed shut, but I didn't get off. The bus started moving again.

I turned around and saw it was the same office worker who had been peeking at me from my right.

This man, who had witnessed my submissive violation just minutes before, went straight to the point. He pushed up my skirt, spread my legs, and brought them together, clamping my thighs between his legs. He pressed his hips forward, shoving my full, soft buttocks, his hard penis sinking deep into my cleft.

"It feels really good," a strange voice suddenly whispered in my ear. "You little slut, you like this, don't you?" I frowned and turned my head. This second perpetrator was leering at me. Our eyes met, my heart pounded, and I quickly turned my head away, my face flushed.

"That guy just now enjoyed being served by you," he continued in my ear. "Let me enjoy myself too." My momentary indulgence had been discovered, and ashamed to speak, I could only silently endure it. My shirt wasn't even fully buttoned up when this man unbuttoned it again. He boldly rubbed my breasts with one hand, while his other hand slowly slipped under my skirt along the outside of my thigh. Under the cover of the wall of people, no one would notice his actions. He slowly invaded, first teasingly caressing the smooth skin of my buttocks, then finding my vulva through my underwear.

"Why are your underwear so wet?" I felt his lips almost touch my earlobe. "Is it your vaginal fluid?" His fingers slipped inside my underwear, immediately finding my labia slippery and wet.

My vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid from this second rapist behind me, and I was almost about to moan. Suddenly, his hands stopped violating my private parts. For a moment, I thought it was over, but I quickly realized my naiveté. His hands slowly rolled up my skirt.

Was I going to be naked again? Several times I tried to stop him with my hands, but each time I touched the stranger's hand, I would panic and pull away. Half-heartedly, my skirt was rolled up to my waist again, my bare buttocks immediately exposed to his eyes, my thin panties tightly clinging to my two snow-white buttocks. The man quickly unzipped his pants, releasing his penis, and then pressed his body against my back.

I nervously looked around. The person in front of me was still dozing, the middle school student on my left was still playing on his phone, and the woman on my right, though she should have noticed my disheveled state and the man behind me, showed no intention of paying us any attention.

The second rapist pressed his body tightly against mine, his penis, emerging from his zipper, smoothly inserted into the cleft of my buttocks, which had been thoroughly wet by the previous man. His penis seemed slightly longer than the first one. Then I felt two large hands slowly placed on either side of my buttocks, gently supporting my hips and swaying my body back and forth, using the gap between my tightly clenched thighs and hips as a vagina, fully enjoying my round, soft buttocks and thighs.

Driven by lust, he went all in and ripped off my underwear. I felt his throbbing, burning penis thrust between my legs, pressing directly against my vagina.

I panicked immediately, squeezing my thighs together, partly to stop him from going any further, and partly because I was worried that if my underwear fell below my knees, it would be easy for others to notice.

But the man behind me didn't care about any of that. He held my buttocks tightly, twisting his waist back and forth, his penis gripping the tender flesh of my inner thighs, the glans rubbing against my soft, wet labia. He moved his body back slightly, holding my waist tightly, making my buttocks protrude backward, his penis pressing against my vaginal opening. My inner thighs were covered in vaginal fluid and sweat, making them exceptionally slippery. Since I wasn't fully cooperating, he tried to penetrate several times but failed. So he held my waist with one hand, stabilizing my body, and with the other hand, he reached down to my genitals from the front, using his hand to guide his penis until it finally entered my vagina.

After achieving his goal, he began to thrust rhythmically with small movements. Although he couldn't fully penetrate, the sensation of my wet vagina being repeatedly breached by his hot glans excited me to the point of almost fainting.

By this time, I couldn't hold on any longer; my body went limp against him, my cheeks flushed, and I was breathing heavily.

As the carriage swayed, he gradually increased the intensity of his movements, thrusting his hips forward and forcefully penetrating deep into my body. He paid close attention to the swaying of the carriage, and whenever there was a significant sway, he would quickly and forcefully thrust several times in coordination.

"You're so lewd..." I kept hearing those lewd words in my ear.

I thought to myself, I never imagined that on a crowded bus, I, a married woman, would be having my naked buttocks held by someone, with a completely unfamiliar penis inserted into my vagina… The bus continued to move slowly through the congested city. The second rapist behind me had been intermittently thrusting for several tens of minutes. The bus announcement came on, the final stop was approaching. I felt him begin to increase his movements recklessly, pushing his penis as deep as possible into my vagina. Pleasure spread throughout my body, and I tried hard not to cry out, but my mouth involuntarily murmured softly.

“Mmm… ooh… mmm… ah…”

After the man behind me thrust forcefully more than ten times, he groaned, his large glans trembling violently inside my lower body, and large gushes of semen spurted out, all of it filling the depths of my vagina.

At the same time, my vagina was contracting in waves, and my buttocks unconsciously arched back high, hoping his penis would penetrate even deeper. My mind was blank, enjoying this unparalleled pleasure and orgasm.

When I came to my senses, the carriage had stopped shaking, and with a dull screech of brakes, the train arrived at the station.

He quickly pulled out his penis, and I quickly put on my underwear, pulled down my skirt, and buttoned up my shirt.

I got off at the terminal station amidst the crowd, even though I had already missed seven or eight stops. I felt like someone had been following me ever since I got off the train, but thankfully I managed to hail a taxi and then turned around and went home.

On the way home, semen kept flowing out of my vagina. Luckily, I was sitting in the back of the taxi, so I could secretly wipe it with a tissue. I wonder if the taxi driver saw it in the rearview mirror.

After that, nothing so outrageous happened to me on the bus again, but deep down, I seemed to be hoping for another experience of being harassed.

My friends all say I'm the pure and virtuous type.

But what they didn't know was that my innocence might just be an outward appearance.

What they didn't know even more was that my true nature might be wantonness.

[The End]

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