Man's fingers

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I was squeezed in the crowd, standing in my favorite spot where I'd least be noticed, still tightly surrounded by a group of tall men. Just boarding this crowded bus was enough to make my wanton lower body leak desire. I still wasn't wearing underwear; my short skirt only symbolically covered my bare buttocks. A gust of wind or even the slightest movement would reveal my vulva, soaked in lustful fluids.

The unintentional touches and pressure from the men around me, the air thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, the curses and insults directed at the traffic—these elements, usually so repulsive, were now stimulating my lust. My lower body was completely soaked in abundant lustful fluids, an overwhelming emptiness and itching constantly pounding at my heart. I longed for satisfaction, for someone to wantonly play with that empty cavity and body, to fill it, to dig, to twist it—my heart screamed incessantly.

My whole body was involuntarily heating up, fine beads of sweat slightly dampening my skin and hair. My face must have been flushed, but no one around me noticed anything amiss. I lifted my buttocks, pressing them tightly against the man behind me, hoping he would notice my wantonness and begin his assault. What

I hoped for never happened. What was wrong with today? Were those two devils who had thoroughly toyed with me the other day not here? But my body's craving for pleasure was undeniably with me.

The bus arrived at a major stop, and passengers switched places. I had to change seats with the crowd. Although I left that wonderful spot where I could enjoy unparalleled pleasure, I was lucky enough to get a seat. But at that moment, my mind was filled only with the intense excitement and desire for orgasm, only thinking about the pleasurable caress of my body. I didn't want this seat at all.

The last row, by the window, was a spot where I wouldn't be noticed, but there was no one there to ravage my genitals, and the emptiness and itching wouldn't be satisfied. I sighed. Maybe I should rein myself in, stay away from this dangerous game, and go back to being an ordinary high school student.

I sat down, but the strange sensation made my heart leap into my throat again. I sat on a rough, large hand, my bare buttocks and wet genitals completely enveloped by the warm, rough palm. The thick, calloused middle finger was deeply probing into my wet slit.

I was startled by this sudden situation, but then the gentle caress of the middle finger on my genitals silenced my screams. Wasn't this what I wanted? I lowered my head, completely unable to look at the owner of that hand, even though the man was right next to me. His large trench coat conveniently concealed his movements, allowing him to freely violate the girl beside him without being discovered.

I wasn't sure if this man was the same one who had violated me before. Perhaps it was because I had noticed my bare underwear and completely wet genitals when I sat down, discovering my lewd nature and lustful desires. Anyway, please, go ahead and play with me!

I sat on his hand, my face flushed. Only my middle finger, probing into my wet, slippery cleft, could move. His thick finger covered the entire opening, my labia tightly enveloping the sweet intruder, enjoying the rough skin's stimulation of my tender genitals. His fingertip just touched my incredibly sensitive clitoris. As I shifted my weight onto his large hand, his long nails dug deeply into my sensitive clitoris with my weight.

The sudden stimulation, accompanied by a strange tingling pleasure and stinging pain, struck my sensitive clitoris like an electric shock. The sharp pain made me gasp for breath, but the sweet, tingling sensation was like poison, completely numbing my resistance. The sweet pleasure tempted me to continue pursuing the stimulation of my clitoris. I shifted my weight further back, entrusting all my body weight to his warm, large hand.

The rough middle finger dug deeper into the slippery crevice of my flesh. The soft, sensitive flesh of my clitoris, urethra, vagina, and labia minora were all subjected to the pressure and caress of the rough calluses. The hard barbs, like needles, provided ample stimulation to the tender skin, while my private parts clung to the rough intruder as if thirsting for it.

Long fingernails deeply pricked the incredibly sensitive clitoris, the hard, sharp nails delivering a sweet blow to the tender clitoris. The tingling pleasure quickly intensified and spread, the wonderful sensation rapidly filling my entire private area. My wanton lower body shared in this exquisite and pleasurable joy.

The man must be watching my expression of enjoyment; my acceptance and compliance would surely give him even greater encouragement. The subsequent play would be as intense and stimulating as I anticipated. It didn't matter; please ravage that wanton cunt to your heart's content. Your release would give me intense pleasure and orgasm.

The man, of course, wouldn't let such an opportunity to wantonly violate a high school girl slip by. Although my weight pressed down on his hand, restricting his movement, a slight teasing with his middle finger was still easily accomplished.

The man seemed to understand my feelings perfectly, as if catering to my expectations, concentrating his strength on the tip of his middle finger, using his nail to flick up and down my clitoris. The sharp nail thoroughly scraped against my already aroused and erect clitoris.

Although I was thoroughly lubricated, such intense stimulation was unbearable. Even though the stimulation brought intense pain, the intense pleasure also assaulted my sensitive clitoris. I couldn't bear such intense sensations, so I let out a soft "hmm" and quickly raised my buttocks to let my clitoris escape from that hard nail. "

Please be gentler," I didn't say, but this message should have reached the man. The man didn't continue stimulating my clitoris. Taking advantage of my raised buttocks, he slightly bent his thick middle finger, the tip and pad of his finger exploring downwards along the wet crevice. Having been violated for the third time, I naturally knew what he was looking for: he was searching for the opening that could bring me ultimate pleasure.

I lifted my buttocks, cooperating with the exploration of my middle finger, while simultaneously enjoying the sweet pleasure of the rough calluses on my fingertips and the way my nails grazed my genitals. I opened my mouth wide, leaned forward, and moaned softly, the tingling, aching sensation spreading along the points of pressure from my fingers. I was completely melted by his play, wholeheartedly cooperating with his violation.

My middle finger quickly found the opening flowing with sweet juices. With a little force, I felt my vaginal opening first being stretched open by the hard nail, followed by the rough, hard, and robust touch that occupied the vaginal opening. Then, my entire middle finger slid quickly and powerfully deeper, the roughness and hardness rapidly penetrating the tender, sensitive vagina without any resistance. A strong feeling of fullness quickly filled the empty vagina, while the rough friction gave the entire vagina a strong and pleasurable stimulation.

Unable to bear it any longer, I let out a soft cry and lost my balance, falling onto his rough palm. The middle finger, which had brought me pleasure, used my weight to penetrate deeply into my body. My sensitive, excited vagina clearly felt each large knuckle forcing open the narrow walls of my flesh and invading deep inside. The sharp nails and the hard calluses and rough skin on my fingers inflicted intense, fiery stimulation on every sensitive fold of my vaginal walls.

The finger's insertion was swift and rapid; the brief but intense friction gave my sensitive lower body a small orgasm. My vaginal muscles trembled slightly, conveying my sensations to the intruder, allowing him to ravage my body even more triumphantly.

The entire finger was deeply embedded in my body, the base of the hand squeezing in as well, pressing my soft labia inside. The long nails pressed against the sensitive cervix deep within, the rough skin giving my vagina a fiery stimulation from the inside out. Accompanied by the tingling, numbing pleasure from the large knuckles, waves of sweetness washed over my lower body. I thirstily savored this pleasurable sensation, my whole body trembling with excitement.

The man moved his intruder with smug satisfaction, his fingers beginning to slide in and out. Although the slow withdrawal and thrusting hadn't yet brought intense pleasure, his rough calluses and long nails provided ample stimulation. I leaned back in the chair in front of me, slightly raising my hips to facilitate his movements.

Just as I had hoped, the man began to increase the amplitude of his thrusts. His palm moved up and down against my hips, while his thick, powerful middle finger moved in and out of my sweet opening with each up-and-down motion.

I could clearly feel his thick, powerful fingers. His entire finger left my vagina, gently teasing my sensitive labia minora and vaginal opening with his nail. Before my trembling vaginal opening could close, it was parted again by his sharp nail, and then filled and penetrated by his thick intruder once more, extending all the way to the equally sensitive cervix. His sharp nail began to circle and press on the smooth, rounded cervix. While moving in and out, he also focused on stimulating and massaging every corner of the vaginal walls.

I almost melted into this alternating, intense pleasure. Various sensations intertwined and spread throughout my lower body, every corner occupied by irresistible sensations: numbness, soreness, fullness, stinging. My lower body trembled as I accepted these wonderful sensations.

The man moved in and out at this unhurried pace for several minutes. My wanton body gradually adapted to this level of ravaging. Although the harassment was still stimulating and comfortable, it was still far from the orgasm I craved.

To pursue even stronger pleasure, as he entered and exited my body, I also began to sway my hips back and forth slightly, so that my vagina could feel a greater range and intensity of friction.

A soft, cold laugh came from beside me. It must have come from the man violating me, mocking this pretty, quiet high school girl for being so wanton, so shameless in allowing a stranger to violate her body so brazenly. I rested my head on my arm, pretending to rest against the back of the seat in front of me, completely afraid to look at the person next to me. But my wanton body was oblivious to his violation.

The man's hand stopped; his fingers left the entrance of pleasure, but his palm didn't leave my buttocks. I knew he wasn't finished; he wouldn't let go of an opportunity to so wantonly ravage a high school girl. He was adjusting, preparing to deliver an even more intense and pleasurable blow to my wet, soft vagina.

As I let out a sweet, muffled moan, he joined his index and middle fingers together, prying open my closed vaginal opening. Along the wet, unobstructed path, he thrust deep inside, stretching my entire vaginal canal open firmly. The fullness and tightness made all my muscles tense, as if afraid the unprecedented feeling of fullness would escape from within me.

Because of that fullness, the rough calluses on my index fingers became even more pronounced. From the vaginal opening to the cervix, every inch of the vaginal wall was carefully traced by the hard, rough calluses, and every sensitive fold enjoyed a sweet torture. An unprecedented tingling sensation, accompanied by an equally sweet fullness, instantly defeated my greedy lower body, and my entire vagina responded with satisfied trembling and contractions. The

sweet assault did not end there. After my two fingers occupied the wet and narrow vagina, a new round of invasion began. This time, there was no slow in-and-out thrusting, but rather the use of my two fingers to bend and stretch within the narrow, moist vagina.

I tightened my legs, making the narrow vagina even tighter. My two thick fingers were tightly clamped, making even movement difficult. In response, the rough skin and calluses gave the vaginal walls a fiery stimulation. As my fingers bent and straightened, the vaginal walls on both sides felt like they were being rubbed with sandpaper, the fiery stinging and tingling itching sensation spreading from the friction to my entire lower body.

The man's strength completely disregarded my tightened legs. His fingers, instead of being restrained, bent and stretched with even greater speed and power. The bending and straightening were accompanied by shallow thrusts, the movements evolving into a digging into the deepest recesses of my vagina.

With each bend and stretch, the prominent, hard calluses on his fingertips and pads intimately caressed the depths of my vagina. The sharp calluses on his fingers felt like they were tearing through the tender vaginal walls; the deep, intense pain, accompanied by exquisite pleasure, simultaneously assaulted my sensitive flesh. Under this lewd stimulation, even the pain transformed into an incomparably sweet pleasure that captivated me.

His sharp nails didn't miss the chance to ravage me either. After the rough calluses brought a wave of sweet pleasure as they grazed my tender flesh, the hard nails followed with an even stronger, clearer strike from the cervix and deep within the vagina. With each intense blow, my tender flesh trembled and contracted, transmitting a pleasurable, aching sensation throughout my lower body.

With each thrust and pull, his narrow vaginal opening was forcibly stretched. This stretching brought not only a wonderful frictional pleasure, but also the impact of his hard knuckles against my vulva. My labia, urethra, and sensitive clitoris were all subjected to his assault, and the tingling pleasure built up with each blow. His

knuckles inside my vagina also began their assault; each bend and thrust of his thick fingers soothed the exceptionally sensitive area of the anterior vaginal wall. The bent fingers forced the narrow vagina to stretch, and the intense pressure descended upon that area that generated intense pleasure. His small, rhythmic thrusts provided all-around friction to that area. The alternating waves of pleasure quickly made the tingling, aching sensation here surpass other areas, becoming the focal point of my pleasure.

This lewd treatment far exceeded my limits of stimulation. If it weren't for the noise of the bus drowning out my soft moans, everyone on the bus would have noticed that I was being violated. The pleasure emanating from my lower body far exceeded my expectations. I was completely absorbed in the intense sensation, oblivious to everything around me, only wanting the feeling to intensify until that blissful climax arrived.

My body's response told me that an orgasm was inevitable; the accumulating pleasure was building rapidly and steadily, the tingling, sweet sensation gradually strengthening. Soon it would break through that threshold, taking me to that sweet climax. His movements became faster and larger, seemingly unconcerned about being discovered. At this point, I was completely unable to savor the pleasure within my vagina; all the pleasurable sensations mingled and intertwined, filling my lower body and intensifying. Soon,

the sweet pleasure had reached its limit. I squeezed my legs even tighter, all my muscles tensing, holding my breath to feel the tingling, almost impending climax, preparing to endure the most delicious and pleasurable ultimate orgasm.

The man's finger movements slowed as I squeezed my legs tighter, but the force didn't diminish; each digging motion became more intense and effective. The pleasure was already on the verge of climax, the arrival of orgasm was irreversible. With a precise and powerful thrust from the man, the orgasm smoothly arrived. An

unprecedentedly intense orgasm surged through my lower body, the strong trembling and spasms starting from my vagina spreading one after another. I no longer had the strength to control the spasms throughout my body, letting the wonderful convulsions ravage my entire being. The intense contractions and trembling of my vagina conveyed my state to the man. He stopped moving, letting my body tremble and spasm in his hands. The

sweet orgasm lasted for several seconds, and I truly wished it could last for hours, or even forever. But that wonderful feeling gradually left me, and I collapsed weakly into the chair. The man reluctantly left my already soaking wet body; in truth, it was me who was even more reluctant to leave!

I sat in my chair, savoring the occasional twitches of the afterglow of my orgasm. The man leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Little sister, if you want something even more exciting, take this bus again tomorrow at this time. Just come to the back. You'll feel a pleasure you'll never forget." With that, he got up and got off the bus, leaving me sitting there, utterly exhausted, still feeling the lingering afterglow of my orgasm.

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