I am a bitch

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The first day of my second year of high school.

Early in the morning, I dressed and stood in front of the mirror, posing provocatively. It was summer then, and I wore my pristine white school uniform, clearly revealing the rounded, firm outline of my full breasts. Below, I wore a sky-blue short skirt, which, like many other fashionable girls, I had deliberately shortened.

"No one should see this, right…?" I said to myself in the mirror.

I reached out and grabbed the hem of my skirt, gently lifting it. My reflection in the mirror did the same. As the skirt rose higher, a clump of black hair slowly emerged. It was my pubic hair. Perhaps because I was so lewd, my pubic hair was thick and bushy, growing haphazardly all the way to my anus.

"Ah…"

I felt myself getting wet down there, so I reached down to touch it; it was sticky, and my hand was instantly covered in my vaginal fluid.

"Mmm… Ning Yu, you're such a little slut," I said to myself in the mirror.

"Knock, knock, knock." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and my body froze instantly.

"Honey, can I come in?"

It was my father's voice. But my hands were still covered in semen, and the room reeked of a faint, lewd scent. My father wasn't a virgin; of course he could smell it.

"No! I'm changing!" I shouted in a panic.

"Oh..." My father seemed startled by my overreaction.

Had he discovered it?

"Then we'll tell you when you come out for dinner." "Okay..." I replied, my heart pounding.

Then I heard my father's footsteps receding into the distance outside the door.

"You idiot, you big-breasted, brainless slut," I muttered to myself. At the same time, I reached for two tissues and carefully wiped the semen from my hands and genitals. Then I smelled my hands; I could still smell a faint odor, but it was masked by the fresh scent on the tissues.

Feeling completely safe, I opened the door, grabbed my schoolbag, and strode out. A cool breeze flowed past my vulva, instantly drying and evaporating the freshly released vaginal fluid, bringing a refreshing coolness. It felt wonderful.

My family was quite wealthy. My father was a senior technical engineer at a foreign company, with a very generous salary. Now, my father owned his own car, and the whole family lived in this spacious apartment. Everything seemed so perfect. It was this comfortable life that fostered my insatiable nature. I enjoyed browsing adult websites, fantasizing about being served by many men like a queen in a movie. Sometimes, I even imagined having sex with my father in front of my mother, reaching orgasm. But of course, I didn't have the courage to do it. My parents were both highly educated, and besides, even in the countryside, who would allow such shameless incest?

I went into the kitchen, where my parents were already sitting and waiting for me.

I put down my schoolbag, sat down in a chair, and felt my vulva touch the cushion, itchy.

My father looked at me, his eyes still showing a hint of suspicion.

A little embarrassed, I tried to change the subject.

"Dad, what did you want to tell me just now?"

"Your dad wanted to tell you..." Mom said gently.

"Let me say it instead," Dad interrupted her.

"Dad is going on a business trip abroad today, and I might not be home for six months," Dad said with some worry.

"So Dad wants you to study hard and listen to Mom during this time," Mom said with a smile, mimicking Dad's tone.

"Um... I know, then Dad, take care of yourself over there." "Of course, I'll call home often." Dad still seemed a little reluctant to leave.

"Darling, your daughter and I will miss you," Mom finally became sentimental.

"Alright, Xiaoyu, it'll get cold if you don't eat soon." Dad picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of meat in my bowl.

Mom picked up my schoolbag and said, "Dad bought you your favorite bananas, Mom put them in your bag." She held a long, curved, golden-yellow banana in her hand. And it was very thick in the middle.

Looking at that banana, I felt my juices flowing continuously from my lower body, seemingly soaking the chair cushion.

Half an hour later, I left home and waited for the bus at the station with my schoolbag. My mind was racing, imagining that huge, thick, long banana-shaped penis, my heart pounding and my breathing becoming heavy. My vulva was still exposed to the air. There were people all around, but no one seemed to know that a high school girl like me had absolutely nothing under my skirt. The excitement was indescribable.

Finally, a bus arrived when the station was packed.

It was a transfer station, and there were no seats available.

So I found a relatively spacious spot and held onto a pillar.

To my right stood a mother and son.

The mother looked to be in her early twenties, a young woman, quite young and attractive. She was looking out the window.

Her hand was holding that of a little boy who looked about four or five years old. The little boy was standing between me and the woman, very close to me.

Only then did I notice that the little boy was looking at his genitals. His height was almost up to my skirt, and from that angle, he could clearly see what was under my skirt. What's more, I wasn't wearing underwear, and this little boy had seen my genitals completely.

Looking at him, I didn't know what to do; a strong sense of shame welled up inside me. His innocent, clear eyes were fixed on my most private parts. Nothing could be more humiliating.

I felt my cheeks burning red. I glanced at the boy's mother; she was still expressionless, looking out the window.

I pretended to be nonchalant and turned away from the boy, but inwardly I was pleading with him not to tell. The bus was packed; if this little boy told anyone, I would have no face to stand there anymore. My heart was pounding with anxiety. Sweat began to bead on my skin. Then, I felt a dampness in my genitals; I didn't know if it was sweat or vaginal fluid, but a drop of water slid down my inner thigh from the groin.

"Mmm..." The pleasure from the itching almost made me cry out, and I nearly lost my balance, my right leg involuntarily taking a step back. I instinctively looked at the boy. He was still staring at his genitals, and seemed somewhat surprised.

My mind raced; a child this age must bathe with his mother, and even though he was a boy, he must have seen what his mother's genitals looked like.

Then, his hand slowly rose and reached towards me.

"No!" I screamed inwardly, but dared not make a sound. I was afraid it would attract the attention of everyone on the bus, and then the boy would blurt out my secret.

I didn't dare move. I looked at the boy's mother; she had her head down and her eyes closed, seemingly resting. "

Damn it, don't let this child touch me!" I cursed inwardly. But I was powerless against what was happening.

I watched as the boy's hand gradually approached my genitals, and looking into his innocent eyes, I felt a strange pleasure.

My mind went completely blank. I didn't want to think about it, I dared not think about the consequences. Because it could very well make me a whore in that instant, a shameless slut, and have my shameless act of exposure featured on tomorrow's front page.

Finally, his hand touched my thigh.

My body suddenly trembled involuntarily as his delicate fingers touched my sensitive inner thigh.

"Ah..." I clenched my teeth, desperately trying not to make a sound.

His hand slowly slid over, slowly, slowly, until it finally stopped at my vulva! His hand caressed my labia majora and minora haphazardly, my body tormented by the intertwined shame and pleasure. I gripped the handrail tightly, using all my strength to cope with the waves of pleasure surging through my lower body. My face was contorted with pain. Then the child removed his hand, looking at me as if he had been frightened.

Then he tugged at his mother with his other hand.

My heart leaped into my throat, thinking that this was truly the end.

I looked at the woman pleadingly, fear swelling within me.

"Mommy, this lady..." he said, pointing at me with his finger smeared with semen.

My mental defenses crumbled as if struck by a violent flood.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked, looking at me suspiciously.

"She...she seems..." the child stammered.

He was about to say it when...

"Tianjin Street, station arrived, passengers please take your safety precautions..." At that moment, as if summoned by an angel, I rushed towards the back door without thinking. As one leg stepped out of the car, I vaguely heard the mother and son talking.

"Sweetie, what happened?"

"She..."

That was the last word I heard. I only remember that after getting off the bus, through the window, the woman's face was flushed red with embarrassment, and she looked at me with a very strange expression. She kept looking at me until the bus drove away.

I walked to the school, constantly replaying the thrilling scenes that had unfolded on the bus in my mind. Thinking about it now is incredibly exciting. Will that woman come to the school? How will she explain it to her child? I felt the subtle pleasure of my vagina contracting and relaxing, breathing freely in the air.

[The End]

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