The first climax on the bus

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I first discovered my special orientation when I was a freshman in high school. I represented my school in a national dance competition in Qingdao. It was my first time traveling so far, and to be honest, I was really excited. Of course, with the school's dance teacher leading the team, there were no safety issues. I remember winning the national championship in the high school group with the best result, defeating a very famous senior in college. It was at that time that my dance talent was discovered by my current mentor.
That evening, to celebrate our good result, the teacher made an exception and gave us a day off to explore Qingdao. I remember that day, the senior took me to see the Zhanqiao Pier, Laoshan Mountain, and May Fourth Square, among other attractions. It was a really happy day; it was the happiest I've ever had. In the evening,
the senior took us to the night market. My dad has always been very strict with me, and I had to go straight home after school every day. I also practiced dance hard on weekends, so I had never been to a night market before. That night, we took a bus to a local food street, and since it was the weekend, the bus was packed. We girls are all dance students, so we're all quite tall. Plus, several of my senior classmates are very pretty, so we were constantly being stared at on the bus, and passersby were also glancing at us furtively. As one of the objects of their attention, I felt a little embarrassed and kept my head down.
One of the senior classmates next to me seemed to notice something, leaned closer, and whispered, "Lu Qing, I didn't realize you were so charming. All the men around are staring at you." What did that mean? Staring at me? This senior classmate was really good at joking. I pretended nothing was wrong and looked around. I realized that quite a few men were indeed looking at us. I hadn't seen it clearly before because I was too shy, but now, looking closely, I realized that most of the gazes were directed at me. My senior classmates, although still walking around, seemed a little unhappy. Had I stolen their thunder? I was really embarrassed, and my pleasant mood vanished instantly.
The atmosphere on the bus became very strange afterward. Apart from the senior student I had been talking to, the others kept me out of the conversation, making me very uncomfortable. I quickly squeezed to the back of the crowd. Although I'm not short, the distance was just too great. How could a girl like me possibly squeeze into the crowd? I was just being pulled in by the crowd. Before long, many people got on behind me, and I could clearly feel myself stuck in the middle. Even turning around to leave was impossible now.
How embarrassing! Just as I was in this predicament, suddenly something touched the groin of my left
leg. What was that?! I shuddered with fear, but the sensation in my leg became even clearer. I didn't dare move at all; my whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood. The people behind me seemed to sense my change and cautiously stepped back a little. Then the strange sensation in my left leg disappeared, and I finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Just as I relaxed, the person behind me seemed to know what I was thinking and pressed against me again, and the tension that had just subsided surged back into my heart. My first thought was that this person was a pervert, but before I could think any further, my right buttock suddenly tightened, as if a hand had covered it from behind. Oh my god! How could this happen to me? I've never experienced anything like this before, and I had no idea how to handle it. I could only stand there dumbfounded. The pressure on my right buttock grew stronger, and then the person behind me
suddenly increased the pressure and started kneading it.
How outrageous! To do such a thing in this situation! I was completely stunned. Should I scream? Shout for help? No, the senior students are right next to me. I can't let them know about this, and even if I shouted, there would be no evidence. I desperately wanted to break free from the crowd and escape, but the crowd was so dense that I couldn't move an inch. While I was lost in thought, the person behind me wasn't idle; he started vigorously rubbing my buttocks. Perhaps because I've practiced dance since childhood, my buttocks are perky and firm, with no excess fat. I've always wondered what's so attractive about a woman's buttocks, and why so many people like them. But seeing the way the person behind me was so fond of his own buttocks seemed to give me a much deeper understanding of this. What am I thinking?! Thinking about such nonsense at a time like this? I quickly snapped out of it.
And just then, the hand behind me slowly began to move towards the center of my buttocks! Oh my god! What is this person going to do? My heart jumped into my throat. In this state, I couldn't think straight.
And because it was hot that day, I was wearing thin linen pants. I knew that even through my pants, the pervert behind me could clearly feel the texture of my buttocks.
I could clearly feel the person's two fingers moving to the center of my buttocks… no!
Did he want to…?!
I think I already know what he's going to do. I'm so nervous; my buttocks start to contract desperately. My gluteal muscles are very strong, and I can feel his fingers struggling to penetrate under my desperate defense.
But the person behind me seems to know I won't scream, and he doesn't give up at all, continuing to increase the pressure. We're locked in this stalemate for a long time. I feel like the air around me has frozen; all my energy is focused on the struggle against the person behind me. Slowly, my legs start to tremble; I can't hold on any longer. The hand behind me seems to have noticed this and begins to launch its attack, little by little. Oh God, this can't be happening! Fear begins to creep into my heart.
And just as my will begins to waver, a hand suddenly reaches out from under my left armpit and grabs my breast with lightning speed. Ah! Things have completely taken an unexpected turn. How could they do this!
My gluteal muscles, unable to hold on any longer, completely relax. Thud! Those two fingers strike my anus with precision. In that instant, I feel like I've been electrocuted, and my whole body begins to tremble uncontrollably.
The man seemed taken aback by my reaction, hesitating for a moment, but only briefly, before resuming his groping. By then, under the man's ministrations, I had given up resisting. I only remember my heart pounding, my face burning hot; I imagine it must have looked bright red to anyone else.
My breathing was erratic. Good heavens, I've always been incredibly calm, even during dance competitions where I made a mistake. How could I have lost my composure like this? It was so shameful; I wanted to disappear into the ground.
But the waves of tingling sensations emanating from my buttocks and chest constantly reminded me of the violation I was experiencing. The distinct sensations spreading through my body, permeating his fingertips, and coursing through my veins. Gradually, the sounds around me faded, becoming increasingly quiet, as if time had stopped, and the world consisted only of me and the hands kneading my breasts and pressing against my anus.
Time dragged on endlessly. I remember desperately trying to hold it in, as if I were using every last ounce of strength. My legs began to weaken, my hands started to tremble, my mind went blank, and my scalp tingled. I had never experienced anything like it before. Later, I realized that what I felt then was what's known as extreme pleasure, something I hadn't even realized at the time. How shameful! How could I have such thoughts? I wanted to disappear into the ground.
Overwhelmed with shame and anger, I kept my head down, refusing to look back at the man who had violated me—the sheriff—because I was terrified that our eyes might meet and something else might happen. Time ticked by, and the hand that had been caressing my rear began to move, its target now the untouched virgin territory further ahead. No! That was my first thought. My chastity, the very foundation of my being, couldn't be allowed to be touched by a man I didn't even know. I desperately tried to clench my legs, but my body wouldn't cooperate; they were too weak to hold.
"Hey girl, don't clench so tightly. I've never seen a girl with such a great figure as you. I couldn't resist. Don't blame me. Open your legs, let me touch you. It won't hurt," the man behind me suddenly whispered in my ear. His voice was earthy and carried a strong smell of garlic, which, combined with the sweaty odor he exuded that morning, was incredibly pungent. I can still clearly remember that smell. Taking advantage of my momentary lapse in concentration, that hand slipped through my tightly closed legs and reached my genitals. The moment it touched me, it began to rub and tease. Oh my god! How could it feel so good? The pleasure that had subsided surged back, even more intensely than before, and I couldn't resist it.
What was this feeling? I had never experienced anything like it before. It was like my body was constantly expanding, my whole body was numb and tingling, I couldn't muster any strength. Suddenly, my legs involuntarily rose, and an unprecedented tingling pleasure spread through my body, making me feel like I was about to fly. Ah! Ah! Ah! A warm current suddenly erupted from my genitals, and at that moment, I couldn't see anything in front of me anymore. I could only feel myself flying to the clouds, experiencing a feeling I had never felt before. Thinking about it now, it's quite funny. My first orgasm happened under these circumstances.
[The End]

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