My hymen was broken.

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About six months ago, on a classmate's recommendation, I started reading articles on pornography websites. I enjoy downloading these articles to read during my breaks, especially those about sexual harassment of women on buses. Perhaps it's because I've had such experiences myself, which makes it particularly appealing. But I've noticed that many of the authors are men; why don't women share their experiences? One thing I'm certain of is that sexual harassment on buses is extremely common. I think almost every woman who rides a bus has had such an experience; it's just a matter of whether you allow it to escalate to the point of penetration. And I allowed it…
I'm 22 years old, 167cm tall, and weigh 58kg. I'm on the curvy side. Because of my long legs and wearing high heels, I look… well, let's just say I look a bit chubby. I can't help but feel a bit awkward. I can't help but feel a bit slender ... In such a long time, anything can happen…
At first, whenever someone deliberately touched me, I would try my best to avoid them, and I was terrified. But often, there was nowhere to hide. There were too many people! Everyone was pressed against each other, and gradually I began to experience pleasure from it, an exciting kind of pleasure that couldn't be obtained through masturbation… So, I stopped avoiding them. As long as they weren't very ugly or dirty, I would try my best to cooperate.
The first time was in early summer. That day, I was going home from work. It was five o'clock, the bus time when it was most crowded, but in order to get home as soon as possible, even though that damned No. 44 bus was already so crowded that it could barely fit anyone else, I was still pushed onto the bus by the force behind me. After two or three stops, I was squeezed to the middle of the bus. I had tried to reach out and grab the handrail, but I simply gave up the idea—anyway, I wouldn't fall if I didn't hold on. I struggled to pull my bag to my chest and hugged it tightly, letting out a heavy sigh. After finally settling in, I realized I was standing directly in front of a very tall man, my arms, clutching my bag, pressed tightly against his chest. I looked up and suddenly saw he was looking down at me too. My face flushed instantly, and I became incredibly awkward, almost afraid to breathe. I heard him chuckle softly. He was very handsome, with tanned skin, a white bodysuit, and well-developed pectoral muscles.
As the car swayed, I began to notice something amiss. I felt someone gently stroking my left side through my clothes, so lightly and softly that I almost doubted its presence. But gradually, the feeling intensified, and the hand increased its pressure, from stroking to kneading. I started to get goosebumps and sweat, but I dared not move. I was afraid the handsome man opposite me would notice—how embarrassing that would be! I could only let him continue.
He seemed to know my fear, and his hand slowly moved downwards… to my clothes… To my surprise… his hand slipped inside my clothes, groping upwards through the hem of my skirt. It was so real, so close to my skin! I started to tremble, feeling as if I were suffocating. I desperately tightened my arms around him, twisting my body to the right to try and get rid of his hand. This movement brought me even closer to the man opposite me, making us look like a couple embracing.
But his hand didn't give up. He felt my tightly clenched elbows and, instead of pressing harder, began to grope my back… I felt him fiddling with my bra buttons. I was incredibly nervous! My heart was pounding faster and faster! I consciously started looking around, hoping to see who was touching me. As my head slowly turned from right to left, I was stunned. The arm that had emerged from under my clothes was connected to the man opposite me. I felt like I'd been electrocuted, frozen in place, even loosening my grip on my arms… I slowly lowered my head, never daring to look up again. Oh my god, the man across from me is touching me, and right against my skin! I didn't know how to react. His appearance didn't evoke any disgust in me; my mind went blank, and I could only let it be…
He must have noticed my change. I saw him lower his left arm from the handrail and grab the right side of my shirt, pulling me even closer to him. Coincidentally, someone getting off the bus rushed towards the door, squeezing us even closer. And I clearly felt him finally unhook my bra… My body immediately changed. I felt a strong tightening in my lower body, as if an electric current was coursing through my body. I started breathing heavily, my hands gripping my bag tightly against my chest. I seemed to be anticipating his next move. But he seemed to be deliberately playing a joke on me, stopping everything. His right hand was on my back, his left hand on my waist, completely still. I was completely disoriented. Was this feeling real or just a hallucination? I dared not move, dared not breathe, but I could clearly feel a large hand pressed against my back.
While I was still dazed and confused, he suddenly grabbed my clothes and pulled me away from him. Before I could react, his right hand moved from behind to the front, unhooked my bra, and grasped my right breast. I can hardly describe how I felt. I had never had sex with a man before, and I didn't know if that sudden stop in my heartbeat, accompanied by gushes of fluid from my genitals, was what an orgasm was.
Then, he began to knead my breasts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, occasionally pinching my nipples hard. His hand roamed back and forth across my chest… Meanwhile, more and more people boarded the bus, but it seemed no one was getting off. We were squeezed tightly together, and I could clearly feel the bulge in his penis. He was no longer satisfied with my breasts. His left hand, holding the hem of my dress, slid down my skirt to the zipper, and began to caress my lower abdomen through the fabric, then downwards, downwards… until he reached my genitals, stopping and kneading them vigorously. Then he gently unzipped my skirt, slipping his hand inside my panties. My labia were already wet, and I suddenly felt the coolness of his hand. My vagina contracted strongly, and then his fingers entered. I jerked my hand up and grabbed his clothes, almost losing my balance. I was delirious, unaware that I was still on the bus. I didn't care about anything else; I collapsed onto him, my proximity giving him more convenience and courage. He withdrew his hand from my breasts and guided my hand, which was gripping his clothes, downwards, touching the erection that had brought me to multiple orgasms. I was excited, but I didn't know how to react. I simply obediently placed it against his penis, which I could clearly feel was large, hot, and hard. My hands, which were resting on his penis, trembled violently… He continued his work, inserting his long, slender fingers into my vagina, one after another. I could feel him inserting them deeply, then pulling them out, then inserting them again. It hurt because it was my first time, but along with the pain, I felt increasingly excited. My breathing became heavier, and I bit my lip desperately to keep the sounds from escaping my lips. He didn't care about the occasion and began inserting two fingers into me. Suddenly, he stopped. Both of us could clearly feel a barrier in my vagina… He became more rapid, roughly pushing my hands away from his penis, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his already swollen penis. Then he parted my labia and thrust it against me. My vagina clearly felt stretched open, swollen, full, and exciting. But the pain was also there. He knew I was a virgin, so he wasn't in a hurry. His movements were rhythmic, in and out. Gradually, I felt I couldn't satisfy my desire, so I started grabbing his body and pulling him closer. He understood, and began to thrust forcefully, very roughly. The swaying of the car seemed to make it easier for him to thrust… Suddenly… I heard a series of sharp car horns, followed by a screeching of brakes… With that force, I knew… I had been deflowered…

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