[Climaxed on the bus] Author: Unknown

Having an orgasm on the bus

Author: Unknown
Word count: 5005 words

The reason is simple. Everyone knows that during rush hour, buses are absolutely packed with people,
like sardines squeezed together. I'm sixteen years old this year, and my school is in the city, so the only
means of transportation is the bus. You know, when there are so many people, and we students wear short skirts,
it's inevitable that we'll encounter some...

well, you know what I mean. I wouldn't dare say I'm very innocent. I often encounter this kind of thing. After a while
, I'm not even too averse to it. Often, when I get excited, I end up getting my underwear wet. That's
why I'm called "Little Wet Girl"—it's so obvious! If you ask what I look like, I
can only tell you that while I'm not a beauty queen, I still have a lot of admirers. The reasons they pursue me
are usually things like how cute I am, how good my figure is, how lively my personality is, and so on. But I think what they really like is my
body. Although I'm only sixteen, my breasts are exceptionally well-developed, and my weight is consistently
good . When I walk down the street, I only see boys staring at me with lecherous eyes. Of course, it's not my looks. Although
I have a fairly innocent appearance, you could easily run into ten or eight guys looking like that on the street. But a
great figure is something you can only dream of. And I love dressing very revealingly. Even my school uniform is
custom-made—the kind that's always subtly revealing, like my underwear will be seen if I jump
. You ask why I like dressing like this? Ah, it's just a girl's nature, isn't it?

There's no particular reason or excuse. You see so many girls on the street dressed so scantily,
even in formal settings, their outfits are backless and low-cut, and nobody questions why they dress like that.

Okay, back to the point. I already mentioned that I often encounter this kind of thing on the bus, and I usually find it
very offensive. Although a few times I've actually enjoyed it, it's still a violation of my privacy, and it
always makes me feel strange. Plus, I'm very proud, and I'm too
embarrassed so they've gotten their way many times. However, this time, I actually reached what they call an orgasm.
I almost moaned out loud, but I held back because of my pride, even though it felt really good.

The situation was like this: it was summer, very hot, and I was finishing class and heading home.
I was wearing my uniform, and the skirt was very short, about mid-thigh. You might ask how the school could allow me to wear something so
short? Haha, you don't understand students' capabilities. Haven't you heard the saying, "Where there's a will, there's a way"? Of course,
I have my own methods. When I boarded the bus, it was crowded as usual. I was squeezed to the back
, sandwiched between the crowd. Although I claim to be 165cm (actually only 164.1cm, rounding down
), surrounded by these tall boys, I still looked very petite. I couldn't even
grab , so I just held onto my backpack and small bag, managing to squeeze into the middle aisle. Since there were so many people, I figured
I wouldn't fall even if the bus braked suddenly. It

was still packed during dismissal time, and the bus kept stopping and starting. After ten minutes, it had only gone two stops.
The thought of still nearly a dozen stops before getting home made my head spin again. Just as I was getting bored—
of course, with both hands full and unable to see out the window, I couldn't even take a nap—I was
incredibly bored. Then, suddenly, I realized I'd been assaulted again in the same way.
Because I was surrounded by boys from my school, even though I didn't know them, I should at least consider the camaraderie
. Even people from my own school doing this! But I can't say that; maybe it was someone on the periphery. Not
necessarily. My skirt is so short, I don't even need to lift it up. He just reached out and it was
like . He started by slowly rubbing between my thighs, not daring to go straight into my private area. Actually, he's quite
nice. Last time, someone just went straight in without saying a word. Hehe, of course, he used his fingers. He
wouldn't use that thing. But that's not necessarily true. When I occasionally watch porn, I often see Japanese people
going straight in on buses or trains, completely ignoring other people. But maybe that's just acting?

I don't know. Anyway, I haven't had that experience yet. The most outrageous time was when my underwear was pulled away.
He put his hand in and out and then just took it. My mom thought it was stolen while she was hanging the laundry. But
now it's slowly slipping inside my underwear. I'm maintaining my usual approach; some people
get pleasure from being yelled at, but I won't let them get cocky. I don't know where to look with my eyes, so I just
stare . But he won't stop because of that. The movements are slow, but I can still
vaguely feel my underwear being pulled down, but not ripped off. Just enough space for a hand to slip in
. First, I probe around my labia with my fingers. Because of precocious puberty, my vulva already
has thick pubic hair. I didn't use a tampon at the time, and my underwear still had lace trim.
You could clearly see the thick pubic hair. How about that? Sexy enough? This is a set with my bra, costing me
almost three thousand dollars. Because our school uniform is white, it becomes almost translucent when you sweat, so
I didn't dare buy patterned ones. I had to buy white, but it's still very sexy. Hmm, why am I thinking about this
?

Ah, back to the point. I still ignored it, hoping he would give up, but he
didn't to notice. He kept exploring my labia, seemingly considering whether to insert his fingers. By this
time, my vagina was already saturated, and my vaginal fluid was flowing out. Ah, this is a natural reaction, it has nothing to do with whether I want to or not
. I didn't want to, but with his fingers moving around, it was natural for me to get excited. He seemed to
notice the sticky warmth of my vaginal fluid, which probably had already wet his entire palm. Humph, unless he pulled
away, I was determined to see what he was really like. Just then, something thin was inserted
. Actually, I'm not a virgin anymore. I gave my first time to my boyfriend in college, but we broke up
.

He slowly started with one finger, then two, and finally three, repeatedly moving
in and out. The movements remained slow, probably because there were so many people that no one noticed anything unusual.
Perhaps it was also because I had so much vaginal lubrication, constantly overflowing, which actually made his fingers move even more smoothly.
It was easier, perhaps because of the lubricant? The bus was still stopping and starting, but his movements were
getting faster and faster. I could clearly feel what was going on in his pants, constantly rubbing against my buttocks and moving from side to side.
Although there was clothing separating us, my buttocks felt hotter and hotter, and I could even feel my breasts starting to
swell, almost standing upright. Because the bra was so small (look, so little fabric, yet so
expensive, what's the reason?)

, and because of my swaying on the bus, my nipples were clearly imprinted on my clothes. It was summer, and
the bus was so crowded, so of course, because of the sweat, my upper body was almost transparent, meaning that wearing something was
the same as not wearing anything. Now I regretted buying this bra and started to hate why the school uniform was so
thin and white. In this kind of weather, it was just right to satisfy the voyeuristic desires of those perverts.
Because his movements were becoming more skilled, I thought he must be an expert. Judging from his appearance just now, I thought it was his first time, wanting but
not daring to.

But then I realized that his purpose was to slowly arouse my subconscious sexual desire and my body's
uncontrollable lubrication. He wanted to wait until I was aroused before he started doing whatever he wanted, even making me feel excited and
unconsciously swaying my hips. Every time he penetrated deeper, I would twitch, but I couldn't cry out. As
this happened more and more often, my whole body became hot, and my breasts seemed to have swelled up a lot. I even
wanted to reach out and rub my nipples and breasts, but just then, I thought I didn't need to anymore. His other hand
had already slowly reached from the back of my uniform to my chest. His movements were very agile. Before I even noticed, I suddenly felt a cool sensation
on my chest and realized that he had already pulled off my bra. Using the hand under my skirt,
working together, my bra became his prize.

Good heavens! Even excluding the cost of the underwear, that bra alone was worth one or two thousand. These actions were completed quickly.
After he took off the bra, probably putting it in his pocket, his hands were simultaneously attacking from above and below, his broad palms constantly
kneading my breasts, while the number of fingers inserting and withdrawing from my vagina kept increasing until finally
five inside at the same time. Wow, I never imagined mine was so big! I was thinking that if a penis diameter of less than five centimeters
wasn't enough to satisfy me, maybe? But that's unlikely. More than five centimeters... well, that's not necessarily true.
There are all sorts of people in the world; who knows if there are such people?

Speaking of which, by the way, if you have a diameter—and I mean diameter, and the length can't be
too short , at least ten centimeters or more—and a diameter exceeding five centimeters, please leave a comment
. Maybe we can be friends!

Ah, back to the main point, I'm that kind of person; I often inexplicably get involved in other things. Please
forgive me. While he was attacking me from both ends, I was already experiencing multiple orgasms, even
letting out soft moans. I didn't dare to make it too loud, so I just moaned softly, "Mmm... hum... ah..."
It felt like I was panting, inhaling and exhaling, so probably no one knew. Actually, maybe they already knew
, but no one wanted to get involved. Who knows?

Anyway, he continued to rub my breasts, his fingers still wandering between my labia and vagina.
His penis looked unusually large, constantly rubbing against my buttocks. Sometimes, he would even use the car's emergency braking
to thrust against my buttocks. He was very quick, thrusting at least three or four times during each braking maneuver, causing me to accidentally bump into the guy
in front of me . Since my hands were full, I ended up bumping into him with my breasts. Luckily, he
didn't seem to mind, saying it was okay and turning around. Ah, didn't he realize I was being assaulted?

After about five minutes, he seemed to get a little tired from maintaining the same movements, and
his movements began to slow down. My climax was also slowly fading, and my mood was beginning to calm down.
However, my underwear was already soaked and sticky. He helped me put my underwear back on, but thankfully he only took the bra
and didn't take the underwear with him. But that only made me more aroused. My pubic hair was already
wet from the lubrication, and with the underwear soaked in lubrication, the lubrication continued to flow out.
Although his fingers had stopped moving inside my vagina, the movements of his buttocks and breasts continued.
As a result, my mood, which had finally calmed down, became excited again because of the underwear, and my whole body
became hot .

About three minutes later, he stopped touching my chest. But because I was covered in sweat,
my upper body was completely soaked, and without a bra, not only my nipples but almost my entire breasts were clearly
visible, rising and falling with my chest. As I mentioned before, due to precocious puberty, my breasts appeared
much fuller than those of my classmates, which resulted in the boys around me constantly staring at my breasts, completely ignoring my
murderous glare. At that moment, I really wished I could have more hands to slap them one by one and say, "
What Won't you go home and see what you're doing?" "Damn it!"

Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about it, so I had to let them satisfy their visual desires. From my angle,
I could just see a guy who looked like a student, reaching into his pants and wriggling around. He was wearing sweatpants ,
and short ones at that. Humph, he thought no one noticed, but I could see everything clearly. He was quite fast,
but also very vigorous. In a moment of carelessness, I even saw his two testicles accidentally dangling out, swinging back and
forth between his shorts. That tent was quite big. Ah, that tent was quite big. Ah, never mind him for now
. Although they were staring at me like that, they weren't as bold as the guy who took my bra. They
only looked at my full breasts at an angle, without actually making a move like that guy. Soon, he
gave up on me, but his penis, hidden under his pants, kept slamming against my buttocks. By this
time, I had already experienced two orgasms, and my vaginal lubrication had decreased. Although my underwear was completely wet
, my shirt was also completely soaked. I was still thinking about how to escape my mom's X-ray vision. Wearing such transparent
clothing , I was sure she would scold me again.

Finally, the car had driven out of the traffic jam, and there weren't so many people anymore. Those who had been staring at my breasts
got off the bus one by one, reluctantly. Just as I was about to take advantage of the fewer people around to turn around
and see who that guy was, and at least get my bra back, a
very looked at me. Oh my god, he was the school's heartthrob! Almost all the boys...
He possesses all the best qualities, perfectly meeting the standards of today's modern young lovers. He's the dream
man . Ah, could that be him? Just as I was wondering, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out
. I was finally certain—it was my bra! The person who gave me two orgasms
was him! I was overwhelmed with emotions; I couldn't even describe them. I stood there
, stunned. It wasn't until he got out of the car and it started moving that I snapped back to reality.

When I got home, thankfully my mom had gone out to buy things, and the rest of the family hadn't returned yet. I quickly changed my clothes
and took a shower, replaying the events of the day in my mind. When I washed my breasts and vulva, I unconsciously
started , fantasizing about making love with him. I quickly reached another orgasm. While rinsing, it suddenly occurred to me
that maybe I could use this opportunity to go see him tomorrow. Maybe he would return my bra, and I could
use that as an opportunity to get closer to him. Wow, maybe I could become his girlfriend! I laughed as I thought about it,
feeling a bit like a madman. But as long as I could be his girlfriend, even being crazy wouldn't matter. Wow, being his
girlfriend , walking around school would be so cool!

But this thought disappointed me the next day. It turned out he already had a girlfriend. I
heard from the little ears in my class that I wasn't the only one who had done this to me yesterday; many cases had occurred
, but everyone's situation was the same as mine. Sigh. But even though I can't be his girlfriend, I'm still
happy that I had the honor of making love to him from afar. Sigh, I wonder if I'm being too lewd?

I'm currently a first-year student at a vocational high school, about to enter my second year. I have a steady boyfriend,
but he doesn't know I have this kind of experience. We've been intimate several times, but none
of them were as exciting as that time on the bus. I'm not promiscuous, so even though he's not as handsome as some heartthrobs
, I still love him very much. However, sometimes I still hope to relive that
experience on the bus, to reach orgasm on the bus again.

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