Pregnant woman on bus has orgasm

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My name is Lu Minci, I am 26 years old, married, and currently a geography teacher at a junior high school
. I have only been teaching for two years. However, due to my conscientious work and rigorous teaching, not only do the principal and department heads praise me highly
, but the students also like my teaching style, and the classroom interaction is very lively.
At the end of May this year, I went to the doctor because I was feeling unwell. After the examination, it was confirmed that I was eight weeks pregnant, and my due date is
around January next year. I originally wanted to take leave to prepare for childbirth after this semester, but the school is short-staffed and cannot allow me to realize my
plan. I have to reluctantly continue teaching until the eve of my delivery next semester. However, I only need to teach three days a week,
two classes each time, and I can rest at home the rest of the time. This is a special understanding from the principal and department heads, and I have agreed to
this arrangement.
As a first-time pregnant woman, I also experienced symptoms such as morning sickness, dizziness, and loss of appetite. Fortunately,
the symptoms were most severe during the summer vacation, so it did not affect my teaching at all. By the time summer vacation ended and school started
, I was five months pregnant; this was considered a stable period, and the aforementioned symptoms had subsided considerably. However, compared to
the average five-month pregnant woman, my belly was only slightly protruding. I consulted a doctor, who simply said: "It
's normal, don't worry.
" I thought this was fine; I'm a woman who cares about her appearance, and I always felt that carrying a big belly was somewhat unsightly.
So, when I went to school, I either wore a black pleated skirt with embellishments at the waist or a loose
jacket with an elastic waistband to conceal it. When I walked lightly into the classroom and saw the students' reactions, I knew I had successfully fooled
them. They didn't notice the protruding belly under their loose clothes; they thought I had just
gained a little weight after the summer vacation.
But this didn't last long. Recently, my belly has been growing much faster and can no longer be hidden; I've also noticed that my steps
are not as light as before, and have become clumsy. Seeing my round belly sticking out in front of me, I felt so ugly; all
my old clothes no longer fit. Now, I could only reluctantly put on my maternity clothes, covered by a thin woolen overcoat
, and walk into school with a heavy heart. As soon as I stood on the classroom podium, the students started whispering among themselves. A
boy in the front row said to the girl next to him: "See! I told you the teacher had a big belly, but you didn't believe me! Now I can't hide it anymore
, my belly is so big!" Another boy chimed in: "I think the teacher is even sexier now! Her breasts
have gotten bigger too..." I saw dozens of eyes staring at me, the boys especially leering.
I forced myself to remain calm and began to teach. But standing and lecturing with such a big belly was really painful; not only did my back and legs ache
, but my belly also often tightened, which was very uncomfortable. I had to put one hand on my hip, write on the blackboard with the other, and occasionally stroke
my belly to relieve the discomfort. I used to be able to teach a whole class without getting tired, but now my stamina can't keep up. I have
to stand or sit for long periods, and even need to stop for a while. The students don't seem to mind, but they often focus on my
growing belly.
In the blink of an eye, I'm seven months pregnant. As my belly grows bigger, I've become increasingly
lazy. I just want to lie comfortably at home all day, not wanting to move at all. But I still have to teach, and getting to school from home
has become the biggest problem. Because my husband is often away abroad, I have to support myself, repeating
the same routine of taking the bus and then transferring to the MRT every day. Although the distance isn't too far, for a pregnant woman, walking just a few steps leaves me breathless
, making this commute incredibly painful. Sometimes the bus is crowded and there are no empty seats, but few people are willing to give up their seats for me.
I could only hold onto the railing with one hand and support my belly with the other, enduring the bumps from others, standing carefully,
beads of sweat constantly sliding down my forehead. Finally, after getting off the bus, I was almost completely exhausted, and the ordeal was finally
over. A month later, my belly was even bigger, making walking difficult, and going to school was a nightmare. Before class, I always had to trouble the class monitor to help me to the classroom; once there, I could only sit for the entire lesson. Because
my expanding uterus was pressing on my bladder, I frequently had to go to the toilet, which had now become a chore. Since it was a squat
toilet, I had to lift my skirt, take off my underwear, and then slowly squat down while holding onto the doorknob. If I squatted for even a little while, my
legs would go numb, and once I sat down on the ground with a thud, barely managing to stand up after a long while. I wanted to cry then, wondering
why I had put myself through this. Fortunately, my due date was approaching, and in a few days I could legitimately take maternity leave
.
Just before I asked for leave, the school held a meeting for teachers, which didn't end until around 6 PM. My husband was
away on a business trip and couldn't pick me up, so I had to go home by myself. After getting off the subway, I took a bus, and soon it started raining, and the rain
got heavier and heavier. The bus became increasingly crowded, and the air inside became even more stuffy.
Although I felt slightly uncomfortable, I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and gripped the handrail tightly to keep myself from
falling due to my weak legs.
I quietly put my hand into the pocket of my brown coat, feeling the rounded shape under my palm, and couldn't help but
smile slightly. The baby in my belly was restless and fussy because of the stuffiness, so I had to keep soothing it. After standing for a long time, my legs started to feel weak and
my back ached. However, looking around, everyone on the bus, whether standing or sitting, was drowsy and no one noticed
my strange behavior. It seemed that I shouldn't expect anyone to offer me a seat. Faced with the current lack of public morality and indifference, I could only manage
a helpless, bitter smile. I supported my heavy belly with my hands, straightened my aching and weak back, and continued to push on.
Because of the rain, the traffic slowed down, making the journey seem even longer. The bus was crowded,
and people kept bumping into my large belly. I was extremely helpless and could only try my best to protect my abdomen, not daring to free my hands to
rub my lower back. The baby probably couldn't stand the stuffy air; my belly felt heavy and throbbing, I was sweating profusely, and my
legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
Suddenly, a warm body pressed against my back, and I stiffened involuntarily. However, in the crowded bus
, shoulder-to-shoulder contact was unavoidable. Besides, that person was supporting me, relieving my tired and aching back, and my belly...
The fall wasn't quite as intense yet.
Unexpectedly, the body pressed against my back began to twist slightly, gently but frequently rubbing against
my buttocks through the blue and white floral dress. My sensitive body reacted immediately, a surge of heat spreading upwards, and
the baby inside me
seemed to become excited, even starting to move its arms and legs. A soft groan escaped my lips, and
the person, seeing this, intensified their actions, using the swaying of the bus to increase the intensity of the friction. When this small stimulation wasn't
enough, they began to thrust against my waist and hips with varying depths.
Then the bus turned, and the person's body lurched forward onto mine, their stomach pressing hard
against the armrest of the seat. Ah! I screamed in pain.
Ah! Sorry, sorry! A deep, husky voice came from behind me; it was a man.
It's... okay... that bump just now caused a sharp pain in my abdomen. I took a deep breath, trying to tough it
out, but the baby inside me was thrashing about, a clear indication of my suffering. After a while, the baby seemed to tire
and quieted down, my belly sinking heavily. My aching back could no longer straighten; I bent slightly
, trying to ease the pain in my back and abdomen. Suddenly, I jerked my head back, eyes wide,
legs clenched tightly, my whole body stiff. It turned out that by bending over, my protruding buttocks had pressed against the man behind me. Unexpectedly
, a strange hand began to grope my buttocks, sliding between my legs. I'd encountered
a pervert.
I twisted my body, trying to push away the annoying hand; but it showed no sign of giving up, regrouping after
each attempt to stop me and continuing its assault. I felt incredibly uncomfortable being touched, and desperately tried to protect myself, but the man's hard legs
forced my legs apart, and he grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back. I was completely defenseless and at his mercy. Just
as I was about to scream, a large, hairy hand tightly covered my mouth; looking closely, I saw it was a
bald man with a lewd appearance. He gave a wink to the man behind him, and I knew I was in deep trouble: these two were accomplices, and
I had no way to escape.
The man behind me continued to rub my buttocks and between my legs, and then, finding my skirt in the way, he grabbed it and
lifted it up. I felt a chill on my calves and the back of my thighs, and the next second his hand was
moving over my smooth thighs and buttocks covered by white maternity underwear. "Mmm..." he groaned with satisfaction, his hand
traveling from behind, across my legs, to the mound of Venus, teasing
and stimulating me back and forth between the two areas. The bald man wasn't idle either: he covered my mouth with one hand, while the other hand kneaded
and caressed my full breasts, a lewd grin spreading across his face.
Ugh...ugh...I couldn't speak, unable to resist, letting the two men grope me. Originally
, I wanted to put up a final resistance, but I found my body becoming sensitive after being teased by the men. I actually felt pleasure despite the violation
, my whole body burning, my face flushed, anticipating the man's next move.
"Hehe! Lucky me today, I've found some 'fresh meat'." The man behind me chuckled softly, his hand moving from my lower body
intensifying its attack. He used his fingertips, through my underwear, to press against my petals, clitoris, and vulva,
vibrating and stimulating them forcefully, finally inserting his fingers, along with the underwear, into my wet vulva. Ugh...I
groaned, knowing my lower body was already overflowing with fluid.
Feeling the fabric in my hand slowly becoming soaked, the man chuckled again: "Hehe!" I never expected our pregnant woman to be such a
slut, getting wet so quickly! Before the words were even finished, he withdrew his hand from between my legs without a word, moved it to my front, and yanked my skirt up to my stomach 　　:
my lower body was completely exposed, with only my maternity underwear as my
last bastion of modesty.

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