The man on the bus

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I stood tightly gripping the handrail, surrounded by tall men who engulfed me in the crowd.

A man stood behind me, pressed close to my back, trapping me between him and the handrail.

My heart pounded. Although no one had done anything to me yet, I was incredibly excited, my body burning, my breathing rapid, and my lower body itching unbearably. I desperately wanted someone to caress me.

Before boarding, I had secretly taken off my underwear, and my skirt was even shorter than yesterday's; someone might have already seen me exposed. I was such a slut. The emptiness below made me want to touch it myself, but I was too crowded to move.

The person behind me moved, seemingly turning to face me directly. In this position, my buttocks were pressed against his lower body. Through my skirt and pants, I felt something hard poking me. I knew what it was, of course. I was excited, scared, but mostly delighted.

Was it about to begin? Was it the same man from yesterday? Or another perverted bus driver? What would he do to me?

Would it be more exciting than yesterday? I anxiously wondered, but there was no need to think so much; I'd experience it soon enough.

My guess was right. The man moved, one hand reaching under my skirt directly onto my buttocks. His hand was warm, the warmth making me exhale in relief, though my buttock muscles tensed, enjoying the touch.

It wasn't the man from yesterday; his hands weren't as rough, calloused, much smoother, and thinner, but his fingers were noticeably long—the kind of long, slender hands. In other words, I was about to be violated by someone else.

It didn't matter, anyone could do it, as long as I could experience the pleasure of an orgasm.

The man seemed surprised to find I wasn't wearing underwear. He must be thinking how lewd this high school student was, how she craved being harassed. His hand squeezed and kneaded my buttocks a couple of times, then moved to my lower abdomen, sliding down.

Indeed, this was the most convenient position to violate my genitals. I leaned back slightly to make room for his hands, and spread my legs as wide as possible to accommodate what he was about to do.

Without the slightest hesitation, his hand reached directly to my private parts from the front. My pink petals were already soaking wet; the man was probably confirming this, confirming that I was indeed a wanton high school student yearning to be violated.

The man's fingers were slender and long, the smooth skin lacking the friction and stimulation of before. The man's hand covered my private parts, and then his middle finger probed inside along the crevice. The soft passage couldn't resist such an intruder. I took a deep breath, and his middle finger entered my vagina. Because my body and mind were already prepared for the violation, my genitals had already secreted enough lubrication to moisten the narrow opening, and his finger entered without any difficulty.

His fingertips probed the entrance, then circled around, searching for something inside. While it lacked the rough stimulation of calluses, the scratching of his nails against my sensitive flesh was equally arousing. My mouth was slightly open, my head bowed, feeling the intrusion of his fingers. The strange sensations certainly brought stimulating pleasure. His fingers seemed to have found my hymen; he must be even more pleased now.

After a few light touches, his fingers suddenly slid in. The movement was so sudden; I wasn't prepared. The rapid sliding from the outside in brought a frictional pleasure that almost made me scream. His fingers were so long; I felt them probing deeply inside. My lower body was filled with a pleasurable, tingling sensation from the inside out. The muscles inside my vagina were taut, firmly gripping the intruder.

This time, there was no pain at all, because my hymen had been slightly stretched by yesterday's man, making it easier for the intruder to penetrate. His fingers were anything but still inside, completely disregarding whether I, a virgin, was being subjected to such intense stimulation.

The fingers curved inside the vagina, spreading open the narrow interior. The fingertips caressed the walls of the vagina, meticulously tracing every fold as if conducting an examination. The slightly long nails stung the sensitive flesh, causing the vagina to contract and tremble in response. I suppressed a soft moan.

Then it moved to the very top, circling the cervix. The deeper, more sensitive flesh was teased in this way. I held my breath, experiencing a strange sensation I had never felt before. My legs were tightly clamped together, but this only intensified the stimulation from the intruder. The fingers swirled and stirred wantonly, bumping, pulling, and probing everywhere. Each time a finger touched the sensitive depths, the muscles twitched in response with pleasure.

Tired of deep exploration, his fingers began to caress me in and out, like during sex. They slid along the vaginal walls from the inside out, then pushed in again. The walls seemed to enjoy the caress. Though his fingers were thin, my virginity was sensitive enough that even this gentle stimulation was enough to bring me to orgasm. The fingers moved faster and faster, the pleasure from my vagina intensifying, a sweet sensation building up.

I squeezed my legs tightly together, hoping for an even stronger feeling. His fingers thrust in and out rapidly, occasionally striking deep inside, making my whole body tremble. His nails prickled and stung, causing frequent sharp pains, and my hymen was pulled several times, bringing a stinging sensation. This pain, however, didn't make me uncomfortable; instead, it made the pleasure build up even faster. His fingers stopped

, seemingly tired. He slid out of my vagina, teasing my genitals a couple of times. The orgasm I craved didn't come. Surely the man wouldn't be satisfied so easily. There was still a long time before the station; he should have plenty of time to play with me.

The man's hands didn't leave my body. Taking advantage of his pause, I relaxed my slightly tired muscles, spread my legs again, adjusted my hand's position, and probed my vulva once more. His

fingers entered my vagina again, but this time the sensation was unimaginably stimulating. He used both his middle and index fingers. Even though his fingers were relatively thin, two fingers were still too intense for me. I wanted to stop him, but the sensation that followed made me abandon all movement.

Two fingers were inserted inside, the entrance of my vagina was firmly stretched open, and an unprecedented soreness overwhelmed my body. My fingers slid along the opening, advancing without resistance thanks to the ample lubrication of my vaginal fluid. The full pleasure extended inward along the clitoris until it reached my hymen.

My fingers encountered some resistance, but the man manipulated them with his two fingers, finding the entrance to my hymen, and then forcefully pushed it in. The sharp pain of being stretched open immediately spread throughout my body. This time it really hurt a bit, but luckily I was somewhat prepared and only let out a soft "ah." Immediately following, with the man's immense strength, his fingers thrust deep into my vagina. My entire lower body contracted in satisfaction, the pleasurable fullness and satisfaction of being filled almost overwhelming the pain of losing my virginity.

But the pain was undeniable. Fortunately, the man was considerate; he didn't rush to withdraw after the initial deep penetration, otherwise, the ruptured wound would have been pulled so painfully I would have cried. He gently stirred his two fingers inside my vagina, seemingly to ease the pain.

His fingers alternately traced the vaginal walls, and the pleasure of being caressed returned to my body. Although the pain of losing my virginity still lingered, the stimulation and pleasure from the vaginal walls intertwined with the pain, plunging me into another irresistible pleasure. After a while, he slowly began to thrust. The man seemed quite experienced; after a period of this gentle caressing, the pain had subsided considerably, at least to the point where I wouldn't scream anymore.

Two fingers slid up and down along the fleshy walls, the fingertips pressing against the tip, sometimes pressing hard, sometimes wiggling left and right, as if searching for something. I felt the continuous soreness and stinging sensations inside my body, enjoying the pleasure brought by the intruder, but it was still far from the climax I longed for. I really wanted to turn around and tell that man that I was no longer in pain, and to play with him more intensely.

Suddenly, a jolt of pleasure, like being struck by an electric current, shot through me. I let out a soft moan, my body stiffening again. The man seemed to sense my reaction, his fingers pausing at the spot that had brought me such strange pleasure.

I rested my head on the armrest, gently biting the back of my hand, bracing myself for the new pleasure. I didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, the man had found a new switch within me. If that feeling returned a few more times, it was hard to say I might groan or even scream.

The man adjusted his position, his hand pressing tightly against my genitals. Then I felt a tremendous force surge through my body; the spot that had been so intensely stimulated was now being pressed with unimaginable pressure. Instantly, an even stronger pleasure than before began to spread. I gripped the armrest tightly, beginning to experience this unimaginable sensation.

His fingers pressed hard on that strangely tingling spot, rubbing it back and forth rapidly at an astonishing frequency, bringing an incredibly intense pleasure. It was a comfortable feeling I had never experienced before, as if some kind of power was accumulating within me. As the man rubbed faster and pressed harder against the front of my vaginal walls, the pleasure intensified rapidly, far more intense than any orgasm I had ever experienced. My legs trembled and clamped tightly together, greedily savoring this intense pleasure, anticipating an even stronger climax.

Finally, the pleasure I had longed for arrived—a blissful sensation I had never experienced before. I felt my entire vagina and lower body convulsing with pleasure, the intense convulsions sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Every muscle in my body twitched rhythmically with these convulsions, a feeling of emptiness filling my entire being. Something in my private parts seemed to burst out with the pleasure of the convulsions, bringing even more stimulating pleasure.

My mind was filled with only the sweet pleasure swirling around me, and I involuntarily let out a joyful moan. Fortunately, the bus was noisy, so the moan wasn't heard by anyone. The pleasure lasted a long time, my whole body was overwhelmed by the intense orgasm, and the pain of losing my virginity seemed to have vanished. I relaxed my body, leaning against the man behind me. If I hadn't been sandwiched between the man and the handrail, with one of his hands still inside me controlling my body, I would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

It took me a long time to come back to my senses. The intensity and duration of this orgasm far surpassed yesterday's. It took a long time for my thoughts, the pain in my vagina, and the soreness throughout my body to return. At this moment, my vagina was still contracting rhythmically, as if it hadn't had enough.

The man's fingers withdrew from my vagina, and I immediately felt a hollow tremor deep inside. His wet hand slid over my private parts and lower abdomen, and I realized then that my thighs were completely soaked. How much love fluid had I released!

The train arrived at the station, and I was jostled off by the crowd. I sat at the station for a while before I regained the strength to walk.

[The End]

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