The most enjoyable bus sex

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Today is my day off, but I went out early to have fun. I've been seductive since I was little, and as I've grown up, I've become quite pretty, without makeup, and I have the air of a college student. I'm tall, with a pair of round breasts that make my pink tight-fitting t-shirt bulge, a slim waist,
and a fully developed bottom that makes it even more voluptuous. Plus, my outfit is very alluring. And sure enough, today there was a pervert behind me, following me at a distance, his eyes glued to my full buttocks. My round buttocks swayed from side to side as I walked, wow! What a rare and enchanting sight! My
legs, without stockings, were snow-white and long. I think his crotch must have gotten hard. I saw him subtly adjust his clothes to avoid pitching an erection in the street. He followed me unknowingly to the nearby Zhongshan Road bus stop. I wanted to board the bus, but it was slowly pulling up. Looking inside, I saw it was packed with people.
Without thinking, a large crowd surged towards the still-moving bus, squeezing their way to the doors. Unexpectedly, that lecherous man quickly used all his strength to squeeze behind me. Amidst complaints from behind, he finally managed to board the bus, right behind me.
Because it was Sunday, the bus was unusually crowded, truly shoulder to shoulder. As soon as we got inside, we were immediately pressed tightly together by the crowd.
Wow, my soft, cotton-like body pressed against him. The people in front were packed so tightly there wasn't a single gap, and those behind were still desperately pushing forward, taking advantage of the congestion. He actually seemed to enjoy the sensation of my body. I understood his intentions, but I didn't want to refuse him.
The bus door finally slammed shut, and the bus started moving. The passengers struggled to adjust their positions amidst the jolting, but the crowd quickly settled. He remained pressed tightly against my back, eventually stopping near the front of the middle section of the bus, where the most people were crammed in. Aside from the two rows of seats, there were four rows of standing passengers.
We were sandwiched in the middle, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of people. At first, he simply pressed his body against my back. He was about my height, and my buttocks were positioned right at the triangle of his lower abdomen. With the swaying of the bus, he swayed his hips, his already hard penis rubbing against the cleft of my buttocks. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the warm, fleshy texture of his body. Emboldened
by lust, he gradually increased the pressure, spreading his legs forward and clamping them around my thighs. He also pressed his hips forward, forcefully pushing against my full, soft buttocks. His hard penis began to wriggle up and down and side to side in my buttocks, parting the tender flesh of my buttocks.
Logically, under such pressure, I would have noticed, but in such a crowded situation, it couldn't be said that he was intentionally harassing me. He gradually grew bolder, finally releasing the handrails and reaching his hands forward through the gaps in the crowd, slowly placing them on either side of my buttocks. Taking advantage of the crowd, he gently hugged my buttocks—wow! This way, he could fully feel the fullness of my buttocks.
He then swayed his hips, his lower abdomen pressed tightly against my buttocks, essentially a rear-entry position, except he didn't actually penetrate me.
I could already feel the harassment from behind, but too ashamed to speak up, I could only silently endure it. He tentatively loosened his grip, his hand boldly caressing my bare thigh beneath my short skirt. I felt the direct skin-to-skin contact. He increased the pressure of his caresses while subtly observing my expression. I remained silent. Then, he boldly pinched my thigh hard. I turned my head, my brows furrowing slightly. Our eyes met, and my heart pounded. When I realized he was looking at me too, I quickly turned my head away, my face flushed. I was overjoyed, just as I had expected.
His hand resumed its caress of my leg. I began to slightly shift my body, as if trying to escape, but there was a wall of people around, making escape impossible.
It was clear I was too shy to speak up. He then began to caress me more boldly, his hands encircling my smooth thighs from both sides, his fingers slowly slipping under my skirt along the outside of my thighs. Under the cover of the wall of people, no one noticed his actions.
As his caresses grew increasingly unrestrained, I gradually stopped my futile struggles, my body trembling slightly. He increased the intensity step by step, his hands, hidden under my short skirt, pressing against my full buttocks, completely exposed outside my underwear, teasingly caressing the smooth skin there.
I tightened my legs, silently enduring the harassment. He gradually lowered his guard, wantonly playing with my body. One hand continued to caress my buttocks, while the other reached forward, advancing upwards. Because I was holding onto the handrail with one hand, he easily reached for my full breasts. He continued moving his palm upwards through the gap until he could completely grasp my nipples, then kneaded them forcefully. My breasts were very full; he pinched the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, his palm pressing hard, deforming the soft and elastic peaks greatly. He must have never enjoyed such exquisite breasts before.
His other hand also reached forward, roughly slipping under my other armpit, grabbing both breasts simultaneously, playing with them with abandon. After touching me for about a minute, he began his assault more aggressively. He slipped his hands under my t-shirt, first caressing my smooth abdomen. Perhaps due to the heat and my nervousness, my skin was sticky with sweat.
He impatiently reached under my t-shirt and touched my breasts directly; the soft, slippery touch brought me unprecedented pleasure. His fingers slipped inside the edge of my bra, caressing my firm breasts. Soon, he subtly applied force, finally tearing my bra open from under my skirt to the front.
Seeing that the situation hadn't improved, he calmly pulled my bra down completely to my waist, unhooked it, and quietly pulled the sweaty bra out from under my clothes, stuffing it into his trouser pocket.
Good heavens, my breasts were now completely exposed to his hands; my t-shirt clearly couldn't stop his advances, instead becoming a tool for him to conceal himself. When he grasped my two large breasts again with both hands, the feeling was indescribable. He leisurely savored the wonderful feel of my breasts while twisting my nipples with his fingers. My nipples were about the size of peanuts, and he could almost feel the tiny folds on them. Soon, I clearly felt my tender, soft nipples harden.
During this process, except for a few slight squirms when his movements were more vigorous, I stood there motionless, letting his palms rest on my lower abdomen and his fingers tease my mons pubis. Under such bold caresses, I began to wriggle my body. The car drove for several dozen meters and then screeched to a stop.
He was no longer satisfied with just my breasts. So, his left hand continued to alternately rub my two bare breasts under the cover of my t-shirt, while his right hand recklessly rubbed my vulva through my panties, his hands simultaneously attacking my sensitive areas from above and below. Then he gradually rolled up her short skirt.
I was terrified by my own audacious harassment. My hand, holding the plastic bag, tried to cover myself several times, but each time it touched his, I panicked and pulled away. Half-heartedly, he rolled my skirt up to my waist, revealing my bare buttocks to him. My pink panties clung tightly to my two snow-white buttocks. He suppressed his wildly beating heart and quickly pressed his body against mine to prevent anyone from discovering his clandestine activities.
The bus arrived at the Wu'ai Road station. Unfortunately, almost no one got off, but several more boarded. Another round of complaints erupted in the carriage, all blaming the driver for continuing to pick up passengers. The bus started moving again, but after only a few seconds, it suddenly stopped—traffic jam!
It was truly bad luck. He continued what he had been doing when the bus stopped. This time, he boldly and quickly rolled up my skirt, stroking me while pressing his body tightly against mine, his erect penis rubbing against my soft buttocks through the thin fabric.
The traffic jam seemed to be quite severe, and I estimated that it wouldn't be long to reach the next stop. So, he decided to take the opportunity to enjoy this unexpected feast that was right in front of him.
He temporarily released my breasts, then reached down and discreetly pulled my panties to one side, completely exposing my buttocks. He caressed the smooth skin on either side of the cleft with his hands, his fingers lewdly grasping my buttocks and spreading them apart. His erect penis squeezed deep into the cleft, pressing against my completely naked anus through my pants, writhing in a sexually suggestive motion, fully enjoying my round, soft buttocks. Driven by
lust, he went all in, unzipping his pants and pulling out his throbbing, hot penis, pressing it directly against my buttocks.
He immediately stopped, pressed his body against mine, composed himself, and suppressed the urge to ejaculate. He wrapped his arms around my buttocks from the sides, leaned forward, and pressed his entire body against my back, using his body to cover my bare buttocks. He glanced around, even though it was unlikely anyone would notice his actions, he still wanted to make sure.
He leaned over, observing my expression, and continued to slowly and forcefully knead my plump buttocks. By this time, I could no longer hold on. My body went limp against him, my cheeks flushed, and I was breathing heavily.
He maintained this position until the car began to move forward slowly again, like a snail. His hands continued to caress my buttocks vigorously, fully enjoying the smooth and elastic feel of my skin. When he reached the side seam of my underwear, he suddenly noticed the knots on both sides of the drawstring. A bolder idea immediately popped into his head.
Originally, he only intended to touch me a few times and then stop, because taking off my underwear would be too much of a movement, and people would notice what was happening. But with this kind of underwear, he immediately changed his mind, untied the knots, and the underwear came off instantly.
I realized my underwear was being taken off and immediately panicked, squeezing my thighs together to try to stop him. But he wasn't about to give up. He quietly stuffed the underwear he had taken off into his pocket. By this time, I was completely naked under my coat. He pulled down my skirt, covering his hands and penis. His hands reached forward and gently pinched my genitals, his fingers tracing the tender cleft. He arched his body and forced his burning hot penis between my tightly closed thighs, pulling my body back forcefully with both hands, his penis rubbing against my buttocks for a while. Then he hugged my waist tightly, his hands reaching between my tightly closed thighs from the front, touching my delicate labia. He immediately found that the two tender flesh there was wet and slippery.
I knew this was my vaginal fluid and my sweat. He gripped the tender flesh on the inside of my thighs tightly, trying to pry my thighs apart. At this moment, I made a last-ditch effort, but he still managed to insert his penis between my thighs simultaneously from both ends. The next step was to hug my buttocks tightly and twist his waist in a circular motion, his penis tightly gripped by the tender flesh between my thighs, the glans rubbing against the soft, wet labia.
He shifted his body slightly backward, simultaneously pulling my waist tighter, causing my buttocks to protrude backward. His penis pressed against my labia, which were beginning to open. Because it was so slippery, and my vaginal opening was so small, he tried several times to penetrate but failed. So, he used one hand to hold my waist, stabilizing my body, and with the other hand, he reached from the front to my genitals, finally guiding his penis into my narrow vagina.
Having achieved his goal, he suppressed the overwhelming pleasure and began to thrust rhythmically with small movements. Although he couldn't fully penetrate, the feeling of his glans being tightly gripped by the smooth muscles still excited me to the point of almost fainting.
As the carriage swayed, he gradually increased the intensity of his movements, pulling me backward with one hand around my waist, and grabbing my full breasts from under my clothes with the other, thrusting his hips forward, forcefully penetrating deep into my body.
My plump buttocks were pressed tightly against his abdomen; even through my clothes, I could feel the soft flesh of my buttocks being deformed by his pressure. He paid attention to the swaying of the carriage, and whenever there was a significant sway, he would quickly and forcefully thrust in and out several times. If we were both naked, my buttocks would definitely be making a loud "slapping" sound!
I thought to myself, it's unimaginable that such a situation could happen, on a crowded bus, a pretty female college student like me having my naked buttocks grabbed.
The bus continued to move slowly to the next stop. For about five or six minutes, he must have thrust in and out several hundred times. Before I knew it, the bus announcement came on, the West Bus Station was approaching, time was running out. He began to increase his movements recklessly, trying to push his penis as deep as possible into my vagina. With the spasms of my vagina, he almost cried out. My pleasure spread throughout my body, and after thrusting forcefully more than ten times, he groaned and ejaculated, all of it going deep into my vagina.
At this moment, I seemed to hear him also making a groan, trying to hide it, but because of the noise inside and outside the bus, no one else would notice his groaning.
Meanwhile, my vagina was contracting in waves, almost clamping down on his penis. He pressed his body tightly against her back, enjoying this unparalleled pleasure.
Finally, the carriage stopped swaying, and with a dull screech of brakes, the train arrived at the station. I quickly pulled out his penis. As it left my vagina, still not completely soft, I felt as if a cork had been removed, with a soft "pop" sound as our bodies separated. My vagina closed again, just like before.
The flow of people began to move. He quickly straightened his clothes, pulling down my skirt in the process. My underwear was still in his pocket. I moved to create distance between us. He moved towards the door amidst the crowd, and I couldn't see his expression. I moved a few people away from him and followed the flow towards the door. I couldn't see him anymore; he must have gotten off. I squeezed to the door, almost stumbling and falling to the ground. He must have exhausted me. I staggered away under the astonished gazes of the people.
Looking back, I thought, "A bus ,
hehe!" What a "bus"!
Hahaha. After getting off the bus, a cool breeze finally brushed against my face.
My mind cleared up instantly. The sky outside was cloudless. Looking back, it felt like a lifetime ago.

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