First experience with desire on a public bus

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On the crowded bus, I was squeezed against the handrail, surrounded by tall men. A small high school girl like me felt completely overwhelmed.

A hand landed on my buttocks. It couldn't have been accidental; I could feel the roughness of the palm even through my underwear and skirt. It was large and thick—a man's hand.

The man seemed to be testing the waters; his hand didn't move immediately. He was definitely observing my reaction from behind.

I didn't dare turn around. My face felt hot. I wanted to move or shout to stop him, but for some reason, I didn't. The man's actions disgusted me, yet I seemed to anticipate what would happen next. It was as if my shame was melting away with the heat of his hand.

I had never had sex before. The feeling of my buttocks being touched made my heart race. I must be blushing terribly. I could only lower my head, clinging tightly to the handrail, afraid of being noticed.

But I didn't want to stop that hand at all. At least, shouldn't he be able to do something else? Just that thought was enough to make my heart race. The warm, rough touch seemed incredibly alluring.

Just as I expected, seeing that I didn't resist, the man's rough hands began to slowly caress my buttocks. At first, it was light, but soon it turned into a firm squeeze, the strange sensation making me gasp.

No one on the noisy bus would notice my change; the bus would remain crowded, and the crowding would only intensify over the next hour, meaning the man had an hour to harass me.

I still didn't resist. For some reason, although I still felt disgusted, I also felt anticipation. The increasing pressure from him had unlocked a switch deep within me, and I craved his further actions.

The rough hands loosened slightly, then left my buttocks. I breathed a sigh of relief; the man had given up? I didn't know whether I felt saved or disappointed; I sighed softly.

Then, his hands returned to my buttocks. This time, the sensation was distinctly different. The man lifted my skirt and touched my underwear directly. He gently caressed it a couple of times, then began to move downwards, touching my inner thighs.

I resisted slightly, but not to stop him. With a little force, he spread my thighs and reached up to my private parts.

No one had ever touched me there before; the feeling was completely different from touching myself. My heart was pounding, but a sense of joy quietly emerged. What would happen next?

Even through my underwear, my sensitive private parts were being caressed by the man. At first, he only lightly stroked with the side of his fingers. After a few strokes, he began to insert his fingers into my private parts, gently pressing and stroking.

Was this the feeling? An unprecedented sense of comfort emanated from my private parts. Each time the man applied pressure or rubbed, I held my breath, savoring that unprecedented sensation. Gradually, my mind was filled only with that pleasurable touch, afraid that even the slightest breath or movement would make that feeling disappear.

The man probably noticed that with each of his touches, my muscles tightened. He must have realized I was seeking more sensation; my body was craving some kind of satisfaction. I didn't know what it was, nor how to bring it to my body, but my inner voice told me that by continuing to submit to the man behind me, my body would surely experience the pleasure it desired. So, my body began to send out signals of cooperation and desire.

The man received these signals and was about to continue. Although inexperienced, my intuition told me this. I was a little scared, but anticipation took over, so I was less likely to resist and more likely to cooperate. I spread my legs wider to make it easier for the man to move.

His hands and fingers were really rough, covered in calloused hair. He must be a middle-aged man, I thought. But the man's actions interrupted my thoughts. He pulled down the bottom of my underwear and directly touched my genitals with his fingers. The rough touch brought a burning sensation. I gasped and squeezed my legs together tightly.

But such tightness was clearly no match for him. Even if I resisted with all my might, I might not be able to escape his grasp, not to mention I was anticipating an even more stimulating sensation.

His fingers roamed back and forth along my private parts. My genitals were already soaking wet, and my private parts, like my inner desires, were responding to the man's harassment. The man's fingers were thick, and his fingernails were neatly trimmed. Although his skin was rough, it didn't hurt me. The stimulating touch was a hundred times more comfortable than through my underwear. I began to enjoy it again, and my tightly clenched legs relaxed, even opening wider than before, making it easier for his fingers to move.

The wetness down there far exceeded my expectations. The man gently parted my labia, and two fingers took turns playing with the tenderness inside. His fingers stirred wantonly in the moist secret passage, the fluid secreted by my private parts providing maximum lubrication. His fingers carefully traced every sensitive patch of skin, from front to back, from left to right, as if experiencing the sensations of different parts.

Pressing firmly with his fingers, a satisfying tingling sensation emanated from the sensitive area. Gently rubbing back and forth, the calluses on his fingers brushed against the tender skin, the itchy, tingling feeling incredibly pleasurable. His fingers moved to the tip, finding a new switch.

The rough fingers found my clitoris; my entire vulva was completely soaked with slippery fluid. Even with such rough fingers playing with my incredibly sensitive clitoris, I felt no pain; instead, the friction of the calluses increased the accumulation of pleasure.

The man rubbed wantonly, the stimulating and pleasurable feeling a hundred times greater than before. With each press and rub, a strange power gradually accumulated in my vulva. As the sensation intensified, my vulva craved even more brutal play. As if reading my mind, the man pressed and rubbed my clitoris even harder. The tingling and numb sensation rapidly intensified with the increasing force and frequency. I joyfully experienced the pleasure of my vulva being ravaged, trying hard to control myself from crying out, head bowed, enduring it all.

The feeling I longed for never came. The man released his grip again, and my underwear once more covered my completely soaked private parts. I could even feel the liquid running down my thighs. I sighed again, my tense body relaxing. If it weren't for the crowded people sandwiching me, I probably would have collapsed onto the ground.

I sighed softly again; I was completely conquered by the caresses of his fingers, and this time I truly regretted not being able to ravage it a little longer. Just as I was thinking about how to experience that pleasure a little more, the man's hands returned to my body.

I was overjoyed, gripping the handrail tightly again, spreading my legs, and arching my buttocks slightly. I longed for the man to give me that wonderful feeling again, or even more intensely. Perhaps then, the feeling I was missing would come.

Two large hands placed on either side of my buttocks, stroking upwards, finding the ends of my underwear. I let out a soft "ah," thinking, "Oh no!" But before I could react, his hands pulled down, and my underwear was pulled down. The man pulled my underwear down all the way to my knees, then it pitifully fell to my ankles.

I lifted my left leg to pull the underwear off, then bent my right leg upwards, quickly pulled the underwear off my right leg and put it in my pocket. Fine, let him have his fun.

My position holding the handrail must have looked a little strange at that moment, but luckily everyone else around me had their backs to me. I leaned slightly forward, but my buttocks were sticking out, my legs spread apart and straight, and I even slightly pointed my toes, trying to raise my buttocks as high as possible to make it easier for the man

to play with me. The man didn't rush to use his fingers to caress me. I felt the person behind me push against me, and then I was forced to stand up straight, but in doing so, I was almost being hugged by the person behind me.

That must be the man who had been wantonly playing with my sensitive virginity, I thought to myself. Something hard and huge pressed against my buttocks from behind. If it weren't for the fabric of my pants, which looked like sweatpants, given the lubrication of my private parts, I figured it could have entered me with a little force.

Although I was still a virgin, it didn't matter to me at that moment. The tingling sensation in my lower body hadn't subsided, and I craved something to penetrate me deeply. The wanton caresses of my private parts made me feel a restless sensation deep inside, as if I could receive the same caresses as my clitoris and petals. But it was deep inside, and only something long, thick, and hard could satisfy it.

He didn't care if I lost my virginity, so it didn't matter if my underwear was taken off. But it probably wouldn't be possible on the bus, I thought.

A hand slid forward along my buttocks, pressing against my lower abdomen, then pulled me back while simultaneously pushing forward again. This time, I was completely pressed against him, and that hard object was pressing against my virginity, still through my pants, of course. But even through that thin layer of fabric, the hardness and heat filled me with anticipation.

Up to now, I still preferred the caresses of those rough, strong fingers. I longed for it, and the man responded in kind. The hand on my lower abdomen slid down again, brushing against my sparse pubic hair, and finally landing on my clitoris.

Having been exposed to the air for a while, the lubricant that had been on my clitoris had dried. I felt a slight pain as the rough fingers gently rubbed it; it was from the calluses on the fingers. If it had hurt like this during the previous caresses, I would have resisted, but this time it was completely different. The previous caresses had awakened a deep longing for pleasure within me, and for me now, that slight pain was a unique kind of stimulation.

The man used two fingers to flick my clitoris back and forth; his sandpaper-like fingers brought an unusual stinging, tingling sensation. I began to moan softly; the feeling was unbearable, yet simultaneously irresistible. The energy that had been about to explode gathered again, accumulating little by little with each rub of the fingers. Each press and pinch of the man propelled the accumulation of sensation forward significantly. Before long, I was back to the same cusp as before, yearning for a breakthrough.

The man seemed to sense my state from my stiff muscles and rapid breathing. With one last powerful press of his middle finger against my clitoris, his entire palm, propelled by that immense force, slid down my already parted labia. It wasn't a simple slide; his palm carried tremendous force, almost lifting me from below.

With this force, his middle finger was firmly embedded in the crevice of my flesh. Several large, prominent calluses were clearly visible on the tip of his finger and the front of his palm, a hundred times rougher than his fingers, rubbing rapidly and powerfully against the sensitive flesh of my clitoris and private parts. At the same time, his middle finger reached an even more intoxicating location.

With the immense force, his middle finger pressed into my body. Although it didn't go in very far, his thick finger pierced through the narrow virgin opening, and probably even through the hymen, because I clearly felt a slight pain from being stretched open inside my body. But at the same time, the soreness and the feeling of being filled in my lower body far outweighed this pain. On the contrary, this slight pain felt more like another kind of incredibly pleasurable stimulation.

The tingling and itching of my clitoris, the tingling sensation of rough skin brushing against my sensitive private parts, the satisfying feeling of being stretched open inside, and the slight pain of my hymen being torn—these sensations arrived almost instantly, pushed to the highest point of my senses by the man's immense strength. Combined with the accumulated pleasure from before, this action of the man awakened the deepest desire in my body.

My body stiffened instantly, especially my legs, which gripped the man's hands tightly, so tightly that my legs trembled slightly, as if afraid that the sweet pleasure would leave my body. I used all my strength to control myself from crying out, only letting out a soft "hmm," and then holding my breath, beginning to savor the wonderful pleasure emanating from my lower body. My already incredibly tight hymen gripped the man's fingers even tighter, the muscles inside twitching and massaging his fingers, bringing even more intense friction to itself. The

pleasurable climax lasted for several seconds, but for me, experiencing such wonderful sensations for the first time, I wished it could last for hours. The man behind me must have felt my body tremble intensely a few times, proving that I had been completely conquered by him.

As the climax subsided, my body relaxed, but my mind hadn't yet recovered from the sweet sensation. The man's middle finger was still inside me, not very deep, about a knuckle had passed through my hymen, which was probably torn a little. But it didn't matter; for such a wonderful experience, I was willing to lose my virginity to him.

The man twirled his finger with a smug look and began to probe my more sensitive inner flesh. Having just climaxed, my body was much more sensitive than usual, and the probing was so intense I could barely bear it. I couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

It was a rather loud cry, but thankfully no one around noticed. The man behind me realized I was about to scream, so he reluctantly withdrew from my body, his thick, rough fingers retracing their path. Although my genitals were full of lubricating fluid, the force and roughness as they brushed against my sensitive genitals and clitoris made my body tremble again, as if the recent climax had been brought back to life.

The bus arrived at a major stop, and I quickly adjusted the back of my skirt and got off with the crowded passengers.

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