The Wild Girl In The Bus

The girl seemed to notice something was off. She shifted slightly in place.

It would have been better if she had not moved because that small motion only intensified the sensation and sent a sharp jolt through me.

It felt like something was clawing at me from the inside. It was a restless itch I could not shake.

She was starting to realize what was happening. Even the tips of her ears had flushed red.

She clenched her body tight and tried to move forward.

At her age, she probably had not even held a man’s hand before.

As I was pressing my massive member against her, she must be yearning for it deep down.

I grabbed her by the waist to stop her from moving away.

I pressed my entire body tightly against her back.

My nose was filled with her youthful scent. It was so soft and sweet. It smelled absolutely divine.

The girl glanced back at me. Her eyes were already glistening.

“Mister, please don’t press against me like that. I’m scared.”

The more pitiful she looked, the more excited I became.

The psychology books were right after all. Girls like her would not dare speak up even if they knew they were being touched against their will.

They had all been raised in oppressive households. When they faced such situations, they would even think it was their own fault.

I exploited this weakness and touched her body without restraint.

“You’re so beautiful. Do you have any idea how much it drives me wild just looking at you? Squeeze me tighter, and I’ll forgive you.”

She nodded slightly and clenched her bottom tightly around my massive member.

That soft sensation was incredible. She was squeezing me gently. On top of that, the bus was bouncing around quite a bit.

I rubbed myself lightly against her crack. It felt absolutely amazing!

I whispered into her flushed ear.

“You’re dressed so provocatively. It’s driving me wild. Just let me touch you, and I’ll feel better.”

She looked at me in horror. “No, please don’t. No man has ever touched me before. How could I let you do that?”

So, she really was inexperienced. She had never even been touched by a man before.

As I thought of that, a wave of delight washed over me.

After all these years, this was the first time I had come across a girl this innocent. My life had been worth living!

Taking advantage of the fact that no one around us was paying attention, I slipped my hand under her skirt.

It felt just like a little steamed bun—plump and round.

I gave it a gentle squeeze and quickly felt a dampness.

I actually managed to get this girl worked up!

She leaned against me as her body went limp. She was even trembling slightly.

As expected of an inexperienced girl, her body was so sensitive.

A bold idea took hold of me.

I quietly unzipped my pants.

I pressed it firmly against the crack of her rear. I wanted her to feel firsthand what it was like to feel a man’s member on her body.

She gasped. “Ah! It’s so hot! What is that?”

I pulled her into my arms and pressed my lower body even harder against her.

Then, I whispered in her ear, “Shh! Keep it down. This is a man’s most precious part. Does it feel good?”

The girl’s neck flushed red. Her body was burning hot. I had gotten her under my control.

Nestling in my arms, she was grinding her hips against me and shifting her position little by little.

She was actively aligning her opening with my member.

I was utterly astonished. I never expected such a seemingly innocent young girl to be so lustful.

If she had not dared to refuse earlier out of fear, then this time she was acting on her own initiative purely because she was enjoying it.

Just then, I felt my member slip right through a hole in her underwear.

A moment ago, there had been a layer between our bodies.

In the next moment, my member was pressing directly against her skin.

The sensation was on a whole new level. The touch of skin against skin sent shivers through every cell in my body.

I was caught off guard. What was going on?

She said shyly, “My family is poor, and there’s a hole in my underwear. You just slipped through it.”

I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I had only intended to get some pleasure through the fabric, but who could have imagined it would suddenly turn into doing it for real?

After all, we were still on a bus. If I actually went through with it, the situation would likely spiral out of control.

Just then, the girl suddenly clenched her rear. It trapped me tightly inside and refused to let me go.

“Mister, it feels so tingly. This feels so good. Please push a little harder.”

Her voice was trembling. Her body was so soft.

I could not hold back any longer. I really wanted to experience the thrill of deflowering an inexperienced girl.

“I’m really putting it in now. Are you okay with it?”

She was already at her limit from my thrusting. She nodded with all her might.

“Mister, I feel so uncomfortable. Please help me.”

I could not hold back any longer. I felt like my lust was about to burst through my body.

If I did not do it, when would I get the chance again?

I yanked off her white panties in one swift motion. Her plump and supple rear was pressing against my lower abdomen. It was smooth and slippery.

“Spread your legs a little wider, stick your back out. I’m putting it in.”

She obediently stuck out her curvy rear. I could feel the wetness down there.

“Mister, push harder.”

I could not hold back anymore. As the bus jolted, I thrust myself forward with all my might.