The climax on the bus

The reason is simple: everyone knows that during rush hour, buses are absolutely packed with people, like sardines squeezed together. I'm sixteen this year, and my school is in the city, so the only mode of transportation is the bus. You know, when there are so many people, especially students like us with short skirts, it's inevitable that we'll encounter some…
well, you know what I mean.
I wouldn't dare say I'm innocent; this happens often. After a while, I'm not even that averse to it anymore. I often get excited and end up getting my underwear all wet.
That's why I'm called "Little Wet Girl"—it's easy for me to get all excited. If you ask what I look like, I can only tell you that although I'm not a beauty, I still have a lot of admirers. I often hear them say that the reasons they pursue me are nothing more than that I'm cute, have a good figure, and a lively personality, etc. 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 at a healthy level. When I walk down the street, I only see boys staring at me with lecherous eyes.
It's not about looks, of course. Although I look fairly innocent, you could see ten or eight girls like that on the street. But a figure is something you can only dream of. And yet, I love dressing very revealingly. Even my school uniform is custom-made, the kind that's always subtly revealing, like if I jump, my underwear will be seen. You ask me why I like dressing like this? Ah, it's just a girl's nature, right?
There's no real reason. You see so many girls on the street dressed just as revealingly, even in formal settings, their outfits are backless and low-cut, and nobody says anything about why they dress like that. Okay, back to the main point. I mentioned before that I often encounter this kind of thing on the bus, but I usually find it very unpleasant. Although a few times I've actually enjoyed it, it's still a violation of my rights, and I always feel strange about it. Plus, I'm very proud, so I'm embarrassed to shout in front of so many people. Therefore, they've succeeded many times. However, this time, I actually reached what they call an orgasm. I was almost moaning, but I held back because of my pride. Although it felt really good,
the situation was like this: it was summer, and it was very hot. I had finished class and was about to go 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, then 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 a handrail, so I just held onto my backpack and small bag, managing to squeeze into the 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 was in an empty place. 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 it's not certain. 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 off. 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 moaning, but I won't let them get cocky. I don't know where to look, so I just stare straight at the ceiling. But that won't stop him. 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 inside. First, I probe around my labia with my fingers. Because of precocious puberty, my vulva already has thick pubic hair. I wasn't wearing a tampon at the time, and my underwear had lace trim, so you could clearly see the thick pubic hair. Pretty sexy, right? It's a set with my bra, costing me almost three thousand yuan! Because our school uniform is white, it gets almost translucent when you sweat, so... Since I didn't dare buy the floral series, I could only buy white, but it's still very sexy. Hmm, why am I thinking about this
? Anyway, I still ignored it, hoping it would give up, but it didn't seem to notice. It kept exploring around my labia, seemingly considering whether to insert its fingers. At this point, my private parts were already saturated, and my love juice kept flowing down. Ah, this is a natural reaction, it has nothing to do with whether I want to or not. I don't want to, but with its fingers moving around, it's natural that I get excited. It seemed to notice the sticky warmth of my love juice, maybe it had already wet his whole palm. Humph, unless it pulls away, I have to see its true face. Just then, a thin thing 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, moving in and out repeatedly. The movements remained very slow, probably because there were too many people around and no one noticed anything unusual about me. It was probably because I had so much lubrication that it kept overflowing, making it easier for his fingers to move in and out. Perhaps it was because of the lubricating effect. The bus continued to stop and start, but his movements became faster and faster. I could clearly feel what was happening inside his pants on my buttocks, constantly rubbing against them and moving from side to side. Although there was clothing separating us, the feeling on my buttocks grew hotter and hotter, and I could even feel my breasts starting to swell,
almost standing erect. Because the bra was so small (look, so little fabric, yet so expensive, what's the logic?
) , 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, and because of the sweat, my upper body was almost transparent, meaning I was practically naked. Now I regretted buying the bra and started to hate how thin and white the school uniform was. In this kind of weather, it was perfect for satisfying the voyeuristic desires of those perverts. Because his movements were becoming more practiced, I thought he must be an expert. Judging from his earlier appearance, I thought it was his first time, a time when he wanted to but didn't dare.
But then I realized that his purpose was to slowly arouse my subconscious desires and my body's uncontrollable lubrication. He wanted to gradually get me into the mood before he started doing whatever he wanted, even arousing me and making me unconsciously sway 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 considerably. I even wanted to reach out and rub my nipples and breasts, but just then, I thought I didn't need to. His other hand had already slowly reached from the back of my uniform towards my chest, moving very nimbly, before I even noticed. Suddenly, I felt a cool sensation on my chest and realized he had ripped off my bra. Using his hand under my skirt, working together, my bra became his prize.
Good heavens, even excluding the cost of my underwear, that bra was worth one or two thousand. The action was quick. After removing the bra, he probably put it in his pocket, and then his hands attacked from above and below, his broad palms kneading my breasts, while the number of fingers inserting and withdrawing from my vagina kept increasing until finally five were inside at the same time. Wow, I didn't expect mine to be so big. I wondered if someone whose penis diameter wasn't at least five centimeters couldn't satisfy me? Thinking about it, how could that be possible? More than five centimeters... Well, that's not necessarily true. There are all sorts of people in the world; who knows if there might be someone like that? 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 that's also more than five centimeters, please leave a comment. Maybe we can be friends! Ah, back to the main topic. I'm that kind of person; I often inexplicably get involved in other things. Please forgive me. While he was attacking me from both sides, I was already having multiple orgasms, even letting out some moans from my throat. I didn't dare to be too loud, so
I just moaned softly, like panting, inhaling and exhaling.
So
maybe 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 in his pants looked unusually large, constantly rubbing against my buttocks. Sometimes, when the car braked suddenly, he would thrust against my buttocks very quickly, at least three or four times during each stop. This caused me to accidentally bump into the boy in front of me. Since my hands were occupied, I ended up bumping into him with my breasts. Luckily, he didn't seem to mind, saying it was okay and turning away. Oh, didn't he realize I was being assaulted?
After about five minutes, he seemed to get tired from maintaining the same position for so long, and his movements began to slow down. My orgasm was also gradually subsiding, and my mood was slowly returning to calm. However, my underwear was already soaked and sticky. He helped me put my underwear back on, 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 with 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 just calmed down, became excited again because of the underwear, and my whole body was burning hot again. About three minutes later, he stopped moving his breasts, but because I was covered in sweat, my upper body was completely wet, and without the bra to cover me, it wasn't just my nipples that were wet. 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 are you looking at? Can't you go home and look at your mother?"
Unfortunately, I couldn't, so I had to let them satisfy their visual desires. From my angle, I could just see a boy who also looked like a student, his hand inside his pants, wriggling around. Because he was wearing sweatpants, and short ones at that, humph, he thought no one noticed, but I could see it all clearly. However, his movements were quite fast and intense. In a moment of carelessness, I even saw his two testicles accidentally dangling out, swinging back and forth between his shorts legs. That tent was quite large. Ah, that tent was quite large. 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 a 180-degree angle and didn't actually make 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 clothes, I was sure she would give me a beating again.
Finally, the car had driven out of the traffic jam, and there weren't as many people anymore. Those who had been staring at my breasts reluctantly got off the bus one by one. Just as I was about to take advantage of the quieter traffic to turn around and see who that person was, or at least get my bra back, a very sweet smile suddenly appeared in my direction. Oh my god, it was the school's heartthrob! He possessed almost all the desirable qualities of a boy, perfectly fitting the standards of today's modern young lovers—the dream man of every girl! 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 had given me two orgasms was him! My emotions were indescribable. I stood there, stunned. It wasn't until he got off the bus and it started moving that I was jolted back to my senses.
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. While showering, I kept thinking about what had just happened. When I washed my breasts and vulva, I unconsciously started masturbating again, fantasizing about having sex with him. I quickly reached orgasm again. While rinsing off, it suddenly occurred to me that maybe I could use this opportunity to go see him tomorrow. Maybe he would return my bra, and then I could use that 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!
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