Incest Diary of a Lustful Kid

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Another day has passed, and this is the second time in three days that I've been harassed on the bus. I really don't understand
why I don't resist. I even feel comfortable with it. Am I really that lewd? I shouldn't be! I need
to recall what happened.

It was 7 a.m., the same familiar 782 bus, and it was packed with people. I could barely
move . Oh my god! Here we go again! I'm sure it's the same person as last time. This time, he didn't even try to test me; he just put his hand
on my thigh. I really regretted wearing a skirt today. It seems like I can't escape this disaster.

His hand started to move upwards, grabbing my underwear with both hands. It was quickly pulled down. I
looked around anxiously, but I didn't dare turn around. My heart was filled with resistance, but I didn't dare to show it.

He started touching my buttocks and slowly reached between my legs. I tried my best to squeeze my legs together,
not wanting him to get close to my private parts.

Up to this point, my heart was still resisting; nothing seemed abnormal.

When he saw that I was starting to act, he moved his hand forward and suddenly pulled hard on my pubic hair.

" Ah
... Let me recap. It all started with his hand invading my private parts . Am I really that sensitive? Unconsciously, my hand landed on my genitals. I took off my underwear and sat in front of the mirror, my private parts clearly displayed before me. I slowly spread , and inserted the fingers of my other hand . "Ah ... (II) Wednesday, 33 degrees Celsius. I've been harassed almost every day lately, and I seem to have gotten used to it. The initial resistance has gradually disappeared. In fact, I'm starting to like it more and more. I realized I was having this feeling because this morning, the hand that's been with me almost every day suddenly disappeared . I don't know why. I thought I would be relieved to have finally escaped his clutches, but the opposite happened. On the bus, I kept waiting for that person to appear. I even involuntarily became wet down there. To be honest , I was surprised myself. A strong desire was bothering me. I arrived at my stop in a daze. Usually, the first thing I do after getting to school and putting down my bag is go to the toilet to put on the underwear that person took off. Today, wearing my underwear properly felt so strange. I unconsciously went to the toilet, and my lower body was still a little wet. I still had this urge to be harassed.

Oh, and I should add something here. Ever since I first experienced the pleasure of masturbation, I've really
enjoyed it . Every night before bed, I imagine myself being harassed on the bus during the day and masturbate. Although I rarely have
an orgasm (it's just superficial touching), it still excites me.

Now, because that harassment is gone in the morning, I feel so uncomfortable. My hand slowly moves towards my underwear. I
really want to masturbate, but I'm at school. What if someone sees me? I'm so conflicted
!

But gradually, the strong desire takes over. My underwear is pulled down to my knees.
Just like at home, I imagine myself on the bus, and my hands reach for my vagina. Because
the doors at each stall are low, I can't stand, and there's nowhere to sit, so I can only squat.
To be honest, it's really difficult! But I can no longer control my urge. My

fingers are inside my vagina again. Of course, it's still just surface friction. But this already feels
very good. The friction gets faster and faster, and the pleasure in my heart gets stronger and stronger. I really want
to moan . But this is a school, and there might be other girls using the restroom nearby. I absolutely cannot be discovered. I
kept controlling my emotions.

Gradually, I calmed down a lot, partly because of my surroundings and partly because my legs
were numb. I no longer had the strength to squat there. Although I was still a little annoyed,
reason finally prevailed over lust. I wiped away the vaginal fluid with a tissue, tidied my pubic hair, put on my underwear,
and went back to the classroom.

There wasn't much erotic content today, so you might not be very satisfied.

This is my psychological shift. The best is yet to come, so please be patient.

(III)

Sunday Showers 30 degrees Celsius I finally got through those annoying few days every month. Because of my period, although
it was still very hot outside, I didn't dare to wear a skirt. Also, because of this, I haven't felt the sensation of being groped on
the bus , and I can't continue my habitual masturbation due to my period. To be honest
, I was a little disappointed. However, I also used this almost week to slowly learn to
stimulate myself with my breasts. Although the feeling was still just average, I knew very well that
stimulating my nipples was enough to excite me. If I could add friction to my genitals, I thought I could probably bring
myself to orgasm. So this morning, after my period ended, I hurriedly tried it out.

I chose the bathroom at home as the location for this experiment. After my parents left for work, I
went to the bathroom, slowly took off my outer clothes, revealing only my lace bra and
panties that barely covered my opening.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I looked at myself in the mirror. The
bra and my breasts were perfectly supported by it, with my erect nipples standing proudly. I thought my breasts were
quite nice.

I gently kneaded my breasts with my hands, and soon I felt something. I quickly took off
my bra and my slightly damp panties and lay down in the pink bathtub.

I turned on the tap and indulged in the bliss of the water slowly engulfing my beautiful body. One hand
played with her nipple, while the other eagerly reached down to her crotch,
stretching one leg out of the bathtub in a V-shape to facilitate masturbation.

I slowly moved my hand towards my genitals, teasingly rubbing my clitoris. With each touch, I quickly
became aroused; my nipples were already very erect, and I no longer cared about playing with them. Both hands
began their assault on my genitals. I inserted one finger into my vagina, just enough to
lightly touch it . A slow, gentle rubbing, and as vaginal fluid began to flow out, I slipped in another finger.
With the swelling and friction inside my vagina, my breathing deepened noticeably.

Ahhhhhh, I began to involuntarily moan. My fingers continued their in-and-out rubbing motion. Speed
It gradually quickened, and I hoped, even craved, an orgasm. I hadn't felt this way for over a week, and my inner
desires had completely erupted. My fingers moved faster and faster, and my unconscious moans grew louder and louder.
It was truly beyond my imagination. Usually, I would masturbate in my room at night, hiding from my parents, trying not to
make too much noise, but today I was moaning so wildly, constantly releasing my lust.

With the twisting of my body and the movement of my fingers, I finally reached orgasm, and the long wait was finally
satisfied. After showering, I put on my clothes and went back to my room.

I have to go to school again tomorrow, and I decided to wear a skirt. I need that person's harassment. To be precise, for
me now, it's no longer harassment, but my enjoyment. More importantly, I want to know who that
person is what he looks like. I have the idea of wanting to contact him.

(Thursday)

34 degrees Celsius, sunny.

The weather has been so hot lately, but that's perfect for me to wear a skirt to school. I can slowly
enjoy my bus ride in the morning.

To be honest, I'm increasingly enjoying this short but exciting experience; it makes me
feel good . Although I really want to know who that person is, I don't have the courage to
look back yet. But that doesn't stop me from feeling good; maybe the mystery makes me even more excited.

Now, I go to the toilet to masturbate every day after lunch, and I've discovered a great place.
Our school has a 15-story building; the 7th floor is the library, the lower floors are labs, and
the upper floors are offices. These offices don't belong to our school; they're used by outsiders, which is
part of the school's revenue.

There are usually very few people there, especially at lunchtime when everyone goes out to eat, so you hardly see anyone
. Each floor has a small toilet with only two stalls. For me, that's the perfect space to perform,
and I've been going there for several days in a row. At first, I was worried someone might suddenly come in, but after several
days without seeing anyone, I became bolder, my moans started to get louder, and I felt myself getting more and more
into it. But everything has two sides; today, something unexpected happened.

After lunch today, I went to the 12th-floor restroom as I had done the past few days. (I usually
go to a different floor each day.) The elevator only goes up to the 7th floor, and I didn't encounter a single person on my way up. When I reached the 12th
floor, it was very quiet, with no sign of anyone. Having learned from my previous experiences, I became bolder
. I went into the restroom, found a door near the back, and hid inside.

Perhaps because I had climbed so high today, I felt a bit hot. I decided to masturbate naked.
I quickly stripped off all my clothes, leaving me with nothing but underwear and a bra. I hung these on the door and
began to masturbate.

First, I slowly stroked my breasts with my fingers, then gradually moved to my nipples, my whole body gradually relaxing.
Perhaps because I was completely naked today, I felt myself becoming aroused very quickly. Simply caressing my breasts was
no longer enough. My lower body was already wet. Without hesitation, I inserted a finger into my already
wet vagina.

It felt so good. I felt a heat rising down there, and I needed a second finger. At the same time, I
couldn't control myself and started moaning, "Ahhhhhh!" I couldn't believe how
loud I was moaning. But at that moment, I didn't care about anything else; as long as I was enjoying myself, nothing else mattered.

"Who's in there? Come out!!!!" A sudden shout jolted me from my reverie.
It was a woman's voice. Was she talking to me? What should I do?

"Hey, what are you doing hiding in the toilet?" Before I could even hesitate, the person was already outside
the door. My clothes were hanging on the door; she must have seen them. What should I do? I had no choice.
I steeled myself and went out, completely naked.

When I stepped outside, oh my god! It was my English teacher. She looked like she had just graduated from university, about 24 years old.
She was about five years old, very pretty. When she first came to class, she attracted the attention of many boys.

"Teacher, I...!"

"What are you doing? Hiding here all alone." Before I could even speak, the teacher had already begun questioning
me.

"I didn't do anything."

"Didn't do anything? Then why aren't you wearing anything? Don't try to hide it from me, I know exactly what you're doing
. Confess honestly, how many times has this happened?"

"First time, this is the first time, teacher, please don't tell anyone." I had no choice but to lie and
try to cover it up for now.

"First time? To tell you the truth, I've been observing you here for several days. This week you've been
coming here every noon to masturbate, and today it was even worse, you took all your clothes off."

How could this be? Hearing the teacher's words, I suddenly felt a chill. What should I do? My mind went blank.

Just as I was desperately trying to think of a solution, the teacher suddenly hugged me and kissed
me. It happened so suddenly, I wasn't prepared at all, and the teacher's tongue was already deep in my mouth. My first kiss
was with a woman. I had never felt anything like this before. During our passionate kiss, the teacher's fingers were already
inserted into my vagina, and the already wet vagina was quickly overwhelmed by the stimulation.

At this point, I was completely powerless to resist, and my mind seemed to be starting to wander. The teacher's kiss
ended at the same time, but she then took my left breast into her mouth. It was the first time my breast had been taken like this.
The teacher licked my nipple with her tongue. I was immersed in an unprecedented excitement.

"Teacher, my lower body is so itchy." I didn't even expect myself to say that.

The teacher began to insert two fingers into my vagina, slowly going deeper.

"It hurts!!!! Teacher, it hurts so much!!!!" After all, I was still a virgin, and my body couldn't
take it .

"You're still a virgin?" the teacher asked me with a questioning look in her eyes.

“Yes, teacher.”

“Then why are you so sexually aroused?”

“I…”

“Never mind, don’t explain. But you’re so cute! Did it feel good just now?”

“It felt so good! Much better than masturbation.”

“If you liked it, then I’ll make you feel good again, okay?”

“Okay, okay, I really liked it!”

“To be honest, I usually masturbate in this toilet too, but you’ve been
beating me to it for several days in a row. I’ve been observing you for a few days and I think you’re very interesting, so I’m taking this opportunity to make you feel good. By the way,
are you gay?”

“No! Then, teacher, are you…?”

“To be precise, I’m bisexual, but you’re so cute, let me take my time and pamper you. Are you willing
?”

“I…”

“You don’t need to answer right away. Go back and think about it for a few days, and give me your answer next week. Class is about to start, so
put on clothes and go.”

With that, I hurriedly left the toilet, my mind filled with the question from earlier. What should I choose
?

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