A girl who secretly fell asleep on the bus early in the morning was eventually knocked out (in real life).

A year ago, I was laid off by a company due to financial difficulties. However, with my qualifications, I found another job in less than two days. But that job required an hour-long bus ride to get there, and I had to leave early and return late, which was hardly a good job.
About a week later, I noticed that a girl was sitting directly across from me every day. She wasn't exactly pretty, but she was definitely not ugly either. She had a rather flat figure, which made her breasts fuller than most girls. I liked to sit in the very last left corner of the lower deck of the bus, and she sat across from me every day. Since bus seats are designed to be quite narrow, it was quite common for our knees to touch.
As time went by, I saw the girl every day, and I unconsciously started greeting her and chatting with her (don't ask what her name is...). I also knew that she was getting off at the same stop as me, so sometimes when we were almost at our stop and she was asleep, I would gently pat her hand, but she wouldn't wake up; she was really fast asleep. At that point, I would pat her hand a little harder, and she would wake up, thank me, and get off the train. After that, the girl started to rely on my reminders to fall asleep. Of course, I didn't dislike this, because it's nice to have someone rely on you, and secondly, although she wasn't exactly beautiful, she sometimes looked quite cute drooling while sleeping.
One day, she sat opposite me as usual, and I casually continued reading. I noticed she had fallen asleep, and to my surprise, her thighs were naturally open towards me as she slept. Since her skirt was just below her knees, and she was carrying a backpack while I was carrying a long sports bag next to me, it was almost impossible for others to see her. Her ankles were closed while her thighs were open, forming a diamond shape, and I could see her entire white underwear. There was a small bow on the white underwear, simple and cute. Perhaps her pubic hair was a bit thick, as some pubic hairs were sticking out from the edge of her underwear. To be honest, it would be strange if she didn't react. I didn't wake her up or touch her. I just watched her until she was almost at her stop before waking her up. But this time, I patted her thigh to wake her. She thanked me and we got off the bus together.
For the next few days, she slept with her legs closed, or half-open or slightly open. I couldn't possibly reach out and spread her legs, could I? It would be a miracle if she didn't wake up. I thought to myself that such a blessing was something you could only hope to encounter once in a lifetime.
But perhaps with a bit of luck, I accidentally discovered a little secret to getting her to spread her legs. Once, because I was tired, I sat a little weaker and moved my knees closer to her than usual. She had to spread her legs so that my knees were positioned between the hem of her skirt, or in other words, between the point where her knees and thighs connected. Once again, I was able to clearly and closely admire her white panties until we got off the bus together.
After that, she used this method. White, yellow, and light blue underwear were the colors she often wore, with white being the most common. The bows were sometimes pink and sometimes white. Sometimes she would even wear sanitary napkins, and her genitals would look swollen.
As time went on, I grew bolder. I would first check if the people sitting next to me or nearby were asleep (because it was early morning, most people would be asleep). Using my sports bag as cover, I reached out and touched her thigh. My heart was pounding so hard when I touched her, as if my blood vessels were about to burst. But I would also pay attention to my surroundings and the girl herself. I would only use my hand to feel, while my eyes were scanning all around. If someone wasn't asleep, I wouldn't touch her.
Touching her thigh, she didn't wake up, because I already knew the force needed to wake her. Then I probed deeper, and although the flesh of her thigh was thick, it was really smooth, until I touched some hair. I knew I had touched her pubic hair. I gently grabbed those few pubic hairs and teased them a few times before stopping, because I didn't want to get caught on the first time.
Then on a few occasions, because there were people awake nearby, I didn't make a move. And when I did make a move, I only touched the edge of my underwear, and when I touched my pubic hair, I pulled my hand back.
After a while, I don't know if she has become physiologically used to me patting her awake, but she has become somewhat immune to my forceful patting to wake her up when I call her to get out of the car. I have to grab her shoulders and shake her a couple of times to wake her up.
At that moment, a bad feeling started to arise in my mind. One day, she sat across from me with her legs spread open as usual. That day, she was wearing light blue underwear with lace trim and a pink bow on it, which was one of the underwear I usually saw.
That was definitely my boldest start. Seeing that everyone around me was asleep, (while doing it and looking) I touched her thigh with more force than usual. She didn't wake up because the bus seat wasn't very long, so her butt couldn't sit on the lower half of her skirt. I took the opportunity to push her skirt up to the middle of her thighs. It was a position where I could attack or defend at the same time. Even if she woke up, she would only think that her backpack had pulled her skirt up.
Seeing that she hadn't woken up, I stopped touching her thigh and instead reached down to the edge of her panties, stroking the protruding pubic hair. Then, my fingers moved towards the center and finally touched her vagina. Because the panties weren't as thick as I had imagined, I could feel the shape of her vulva even through them. Of course, I was careful with the pressure I applied, as this was a sensitive area, and I wouldn't use too much force.
I kept stroking her back and forth, and looking back, it seems there was no sign of her getting wet, and she slept until we got off the bus.
About two days later, I turned her skirt over again and found that I had bought new underwear—an apricot-colored lace pair. Judging from her appearance, this style of underwear was really not suitable for her.
This time, instead of touching her thighs, I went straight to her genitals. I was probably a little too eager, because she twitched slightly but didn't wake up. Then I started gently rubbing her genitals up and down. I noticed that her underwear was a little loose, probably because it was new. I wasn't sure either. Because of this, when I rubbed her genitals, her panties were also rubbing back and forth a little. Perhaps because of this, she started breathing a little, and her panties became slightly damp. But based on my observations over the past few months, I figured she wouldn't wake up. So I gently probed upwards, towards the tip of her labia, the clitoris, a spot most women would feel. Even through her panties, my fingers pressed lightly and then swirled slightly, and the small wet patch quickly became much larger, only slightly better than when she urinated. Her breathing became rapid. Not wanting anything to go wrong, I immediately withdrew my hand. She still didn't wake up. When I woke her up after getting off the bus, she had been awake for a short while and seemed to realize that her genitals were wet. She pressed her skirt down towards that area, and because it was wet, a little bit of her vaginal fluid seeped through the fabric. At that moment, she realized I had noticed.
After getting off the train, I casually asked her if she had any problems. She replied that she was fine, and I handed her a pack of tissues and told her to take them. She knew I knew what was wrong with her, so she took the tissues and went into the public restroom in the park near the station.
The next day, I knew she might be a little uneasy, so I didn't do anything for the next few days, just looked at her underwear. I think I changed her underwear during this time. I didn't start again until two weeks later, but I only made her slightly wet, otherwise it would be too stimulating and she might wake up.
One day, I followed suit and lifted her skirt. It was that light blue panty again. Then I focused on her clitoris. Perhaps it hadn't been touched in a long time, because she was soaking wet in no time, yet her breathing was still faint. At that moment, I mustered my courage and gently pulled the panty aside with my middle and ring fingers. Even through the panty, I could feel it. Sure enough, her pubic hair thickly covered her entire vagina. I teased her clitoris with my index finger; touching it directly made a difference, and her juices immediately flowed. After I got down, I gently teased the entrance of her vagina a few times with the tip of my index finger to make sure she wouldn't wake up. Then I slowly inserted half of my index finger. At that time, her breathing became more rapid than before, but not enough to wake her up. I inserted my finger in rhythm with her breathing, about thirty times. Since there were no panties to block her love juice, it all flowed onto her skirt, which meant that her buttocks would definitely be very wet. Knowing when to stop is my rule, so I withdrew my finger after inserting it for a while. After I withdrew my finger, her panties returned to their original position due to their elasticity.
After I woke her up, she immediately realized she had another problem. She whispered in my ear, "When we get off the bus, could you walk behind me?" I said no problem. After we got off the bus, I saw that the back of her skirt was soaked. I asked her again, "What happened?" She said nothing again, but of course I didn't let her off the hook. I said, "Did you wet yourself?" She hurriedly said no, and then I said, "Okay, I understand."
She begged me not to tell anyone, but I said it wouldn't do any good anyway. I asked her how she was going to get back to school like this. She said she didn't know either, so I took her to the park. Since the park was under a six-lane overpass, there were few people passing by in the early morning and little lighting. I found a narrow alley next to an electrical control room in the park. The alley was so narrow that only one person could fit through it. I handed her some tissues and asked her to take off her school skirt and give it to me so I could clean it up. At first, she was surprised, but then I told her that in my eyes, underwear and swimsuits were essentially the same, and she reluctantly took it off. When I took the school skirt, honestly, for a moment I wanted to turn around and make a move on her, but I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't her choice.
Then, I heard her breathing heavily as she cleaned herself. Curious, I turned around and saw that she had pulled her panties down to her calves and was wiping her vagina with a tissue. Perhaps because I had touched her, it had become sensitive, and the more she wiped with the tissue, the wetter it became.
When she saw me staring, she told me not to look, not to look, that it was too embarrassing. Then I approached her, threw away her tissues, and touched her navel with my fingers. She trembled slightly, looking at me without resistance. My fingers then moved downwards. Because I had touched her vagina so many times, I knew very well that touching there would arouse her. I hooked my fingers towards her clitoris, and she went limp. To be even more certain that she was willing to give herself to me, I gently lifted her chin and kissed her. That kiss was long, so long that we both felt like we were melting. But during the kiss... Meanwhile, I inserted two fingers into her vagina again and kept thrusting in and out. After our lips parted, I started kissing her body. She didn't take off her undershirt, so I sucked on her breasts through it, while my fingers continued to thrust in and out of her vagina. I watched her expression until she got used to the rhythm of my fingers. Then I took my penis out, lifted one of her legs, and gently inserted the head of my penis. After a little more force, she cried out in pain. Yes, it went all the way in, and after a few thrusts, a little blood came out. She was a virgin.
I kept thrusting in and out. Honestly, a virgin's vagina is something else, incredibly tight. Several times I had to stop to suppress the urge to ejaculate. The girl just let me thrust the whole time, her only reaction being, "It hurts...it hurts so much..." I would ask her, "Should we stop?" She would shake her head before I continued. After thrusting for more than ten minutes, she had already orgasmed, but I was the one who ejaculated. I forcefully pulled my penis out and ejaculated onto her stomach. The semen flowed from her stomach onto her pubic hair. Then I touched her buttocks and said, "Sweetie, clean me up with your mouth." She shook her head, saying she didn't know how. I put my penis in her mouth. Her technique was indeed very poor; she needed me to teach her how to improve. In the end, I ejaculated a relatively small amount in her mouth.
Afterwards, she asked me if we could start dating. I said we could try, but it might not work out. She said she understood, and that dating me meant having sex with me often. She agreed. From then on, whenever she got on the bus, she would sit next to me. Sometimes, when she knew, I would use my backpack as cover to reach under her skirt and touch her directly past her underwear. When she had lunch, I would ask her out, and after lunch we would go to the park for some serious sex. She liked me to call her "good girl," and as soon as I said it, she would obey me completely. Whether it was sex, oral sex, or breast sex, she would do it all. However, she seemed to be very resistant to anal sex.

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