【The Lewd Confession of Young Woman Xiao Hui】(04) Author: Huiyu Who Listens

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Author: Huiyu Shuiling
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04 Bus
Let me introduce myself first. Everyone calls me Xiaohui. I'm 164 cm tall and weigh about 52 kg.
I'm a bank employee.
I recently turned thirty. They say women are "like wolves at thirty," and I'm increasingly
understanding the meaning of that saying. I clearly feel that my libido is much stronger than when I first got married. Even
a casual touch to my sensitive areas can arouse strong desire, and even just thinking about some naughty things can
ignite a burning passion within me.
My figure isn't particularly hot, my breasts aren't particularly large, but my hips are quite full, and my waist has always been
quite slim. I'm not exactly 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 little stories with you here. Some are my real personal experiences, and some
are ambiguous scenarios that I've fantasized about, 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 outrageous, I would silently endure it and get off the bus as soon as possible, because making a scene would be quite embarrassing.
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 the height of summer in the south is exceptionally hot. To make matters worse
, the air conditioning on the bus I was on was broken, and it was packed. But 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 leaning slightly 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.
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2015-11-13 20:14 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 on the side I was standing on. The person behind me almost
pressed his entire body against my back. I was so pressed down that I could barely support myself with my hands and almost fell 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 red because I could clearly feel the hard object pressing against my buttocks,
constantly impacting them with the bus's acceleration and deceleration. Had I been molested? But I didn't confront him. What if
he didn't do it on purpose? I just felt that time was passing too slowly.
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2015-11-13 20:14 But during the constant friction and impact of this person,
my psychology changed. At first, I felt ashamed, but gradually, his actions brought me
a kind of pleasure, a kind of stimulation. I felt my buttocks become numb and tingly, and the parts we were in contact with began to
heat up. I even adjusted my position so that his hard object was placed in my buttocks through my skirt. I began
to enjoy this feeling a little, like having an affair with a stranger I didn't know or even whose face I didn't know.
During this process, what I looked forward to most was when the car turned. Every time, I would feel that
hard object press down on me suddenly, as if trying to break through the layers of fabric and penetrate me. My lower body began to swell with blood, even
becoming a little wet. At that moment, I actually felt a little like having sex in this crowded and stuffy carriage.
I myself felt how exaggerated and ridiculous this thought was that had popped up deep in my heart.
Oh well, I just let it be. It couldn't do anything to me anyway.
After a while, the hard object behind me stopped hitting my buttocks. While I was still wondering what was going on, I suddenly
felt something incredibly hot and hard touch my thigh through my stockings. It was
the touch of flesh. I was wearing very thin stockings, so I was very sure what it was.
"His... how did it come out?" I thought in horror, and secretly glanced back. It turned out that
the man behind me had taken his penis out of his zipper.
Only then did I notice the appearance of the man standing behind me. He looked familiar. He should also
work near the bank where I work.
My skirt was quite short, and the man behind me was about my height. His penis could easily slip inside the hem of my
skirt, and it seemed to be uncontrollably trying to penetrate between my thighs.
These perverts are really bold these days! My mind instantly flashed back to those erotic
films I'd watched on my husband's computer out of boredom.
(Yes, women watch them too…)
My buttocks are rather pert, and this kind of pertness naturally makes it easier for a penis to penetrate from behind, plus…
The air was hot, the carriage was stuffy, and I was torn between shame and excitement. My thighs were already
soaking wet; even the stockings couldn't stop it. The wet stockings even became slippery, offering no resistance
to the man's penis. Soon, the glans was firmly between my plump thighs.
I could only squeeze my thighs together to try and stop the penis from going any further, but this seemed to
excite his penis even more. I could feel 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.
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2015-11-13 20:14 In that instant, I leaned forward, sticking my buttocks high
in the air.
The man behind me leaned back, his lower body thrusting forward suddenly. Our upper bodies didn't touch
, but our lower bodies were tightly connected. The man's 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 blushed instantly, my face turning bright red with embarrassment. As his hand darted
towards the buttons of my shirt, I hesitated, wondering 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 come to this
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, the bigger reason is my inner lust. Deep down, I'm not
a particularly chaste woman, which is why I've silently endured, or rather, enjoyed, this. I didn't even try
to stop him; I just gripped the handrail tightly.
So, am I a repressed pervert?
I stared blankly as the man behind me unbuttoned all
the buttons of my shirt, one by one, and then pulled down my bra. I never dreamed that on a crowded bus, my pair
of snow-white, tender breasts would be so openly exposed in public. Fortunately,
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 playing on 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, the most sensitive
part of my body.
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2015-11-13 20:14 "Ah," I was so overwhelmed by this sudden invasion that
my whole body went limp, and I couldn't help but let out a low moan. This further aroused the lust of 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 huge, hot, thick penis, throbbing with the pulse of his arteries, stimulated my sensitive genitals. I felt an unprecedented
stimulation; waves of hot, powerful pleasure surged through my entire body, and my buttocks also
felt a pleasurable sensation from the penetration of his penis.
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2015-11-13 20:14 "Mmm...mmm...woo..." I moaned softly. Although
the bus was noisy, I was sure the man pressed against me from behind heard me. I knew I
must look incredibly seductive and alluring right now, 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, and my skirt was almost completely pushed up to my waist, my round buttocks were fully exposed to the man
behind me.
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2015-11-13 20:14 He seemed to admire it for a moment, and then suddenly
tore a large hole in the crotch of my stockings, opening up a new battlefield between us, and suddenly thrust his penis
between my legs again.
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2015-11-13 20:14 This time, there was no barrier from the stockings, just the direct
stimulation of skin-to-skin contact. My underwear was soaked through, and my buttocks were now full of lustful fluid and sweat, warm
and slippery. The lustful fluid flowing from my vagina completely soaked the man's penis through my thin underwear, the slippery
fluid providing it with a warm bed.
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2015-11-13 20:14 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 out his penis, 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 was racing with all sorts of 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
, and behind me was a crowd of unfamiliar, ordinary people.
Finally, we arrived at the bus stop near my house, but since it was a small stop, not many people got off.
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. Even 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 looked back and saw it was the same office worker who had been spying on me from my right.
This man had witnessed me being so submissively violated just minutes before, and he went straight to the point.
He pushed my skirt up, spread my legs, and pressed them together, clamping my thighs between his legs. He thrust his hips forward, pressing
his hard penis deep into my buttocks.
"It feels really good," a strange voice suddenly said in my ear, "You little slut, you like this, don't you?"
I frowned and turned my head. This second rapist was looking at me with a lewd grin. Our eyes met, and my heart
pounded. I quickly turned my head away, my face already flushed.
"That guy just now was really enjoying yourself with your service," he continued in my ear, "Let me have some fun too
."
My momentary indulgence had been discovered, and I was too ashamed to speak up, so 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 the other hand
slowly slipped under my skirt along the outside of my thigh. Under the cover of the crowd, no one would notice his actions
. He slowly invaded, first teasingly stroking the smooth skin of my buttocks, and then
finding my vulva through my underwear.
"Why are your panties so wet?" I felt his lips almost touching my earlobe. "Is it your vaginal
fluid?"
He then slipped his fingers inside my panties, immediately noticing my two tender labia were already wet
and slippery.
My vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid from this second rapist behind me, and I was almost moaning.
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? I tried to stop him several times, but each time I touched the stranger's hands, I panicked and
pulled away. Half-heartedly, my skirt was rolled up to my waist again, my bare buttocks immediately
exposed to his eyes, my thin panties tightly wrapped around my two snow-white buttocks. The man quickly unzipped his pants,
released 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 to my left was still playing on his phone, and to my right
was an older woman who, although 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, protruding from his zipper, smoothly inserted into my
buttocks, which were already incredibly wet from the previous man's ministrations. His penis seemed slightly longer than the first man's
. Then I felt two large hands slowly place on either side of my buttocks, gently supporting my hips and moving
my body back and forth, using the gap between my tightly clenched thighs and hips as a vagina for thrusting, fully enjoying my
round, soft buttocks and thighs.
Driven by lust, he went all in, forcefully ripping down my underwear, and then I felt
his throbbing, hot penis pierce between my legs, directly pressing against my vagina.
I immediately panicked, 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 easily noticed.
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 tightly
gripped by the tender flesh of my inner thighs, the glans rubbing against my soft, wet labia. He moved his body back slightly
, while 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.
Having achieved his goal, he began to thrust rhythmically with small movements. Although he couldn't fully penetrate,
the feeling of my wet vagina being repeatedly breached by the hot glans still excited me to the point of almost fainting.
By this time, I could no longer hold on. My body went limp against him, my cheeks flushed, and I
was breathing heavily.
With the swaying of the bus, he gradually increased his movements, thrusting his hips forward, trying to penetrate me deeply
. He paid close attention to the swaying of the bus, and whenever there was a significant sway, he would quickly and
forcefully thrust in and out several times.
"You're so lewd..." I kept hearing these lewd words.
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 thrusting intermittently 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; I
tried to suppress my cries, but my mouth involuntarily murmured softly.
"Mmm...uh...mmm...ah..."
The man behind me groaned after thrusting forcefully more than ten times. His large glans
trembled violently inside my lower body, and large gushes of semen spurted out, all of it flowing deep into my vagina.
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2015-11-1320:14 At the same time, my vagina was also contracting in waves, and my buttocks...
Unconsciously, I arched my back high, hoping his penis would penetrate deeper. My mind was blank,
savoring the unparalleled pleasure and orgasm.
When I came to my senses, the carriage had stopped swaying, and with a dull screech of brakes, the train arrived at the station.
He quickly pulled out his penis, and I hurriedly put on my underwear, pulled down my skirt, and buttoned my shirt.
I got off at the terminal station amidst the crowd, even though I had already missed seven or eight stops. I felt
someone following me from the moment 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 from my vagina. Luckily, I was sitting in the back of the taxi
, so I could secretly wipe it with tissues. I wonder if the taxi driver saw it in the rearview mirror.
After that, nothing so outrageous happened again on the bus, but deep down, I seemed to yearn 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 lust.
[To be continued]

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