THE BUS. (PART I) That fateful afternoon, before the storm attacked on board from the bus; I was at a small end of year

THE BUS. (PART I) That fateful afternoon, before the storm attacked on board from the bus; I was at a small end of year party, organized between all my university classmates. I danced happily, eating and talking a thousand youth things. During the party, I wore a miniskirt with ease and natural grace. Now I remember how my skirt looked mixed with youthful innocence and my great desire to be a woman. That was the first time I walked with a miniskirt on street, men complimented me; I was surprised, because I always I considered a young woman to be unattractive and without a joke, according to the mockery of my siblings. When I got on the bus, I dazzled the driver, as well as some passengers; I ignored their looks, but feeling inside, the natural tingle of satisfaction that ignites in every woman when she is admired. I remember that when walking down the street on the way to catch the bus, a slight breeze He lifted my skirt, briefly exposing my superb buttocks with my nice lady panties. Upon leaving that simple and joyful party, on that afternoon rainy weather that predicted a storm, I found myself tasting the sweetness of having left free, for brief moments, to my beautiful legs and my youth chained for a lifetime. While nature hit us mercilessly, I sobbed helpless on the bus; with dignity destroyed by fear, I do not I was interested if they heard or saw me sobbing; I sensed the end of my youth life. The storm never seemed to end, the water was now on the first two steps of the bus. In the midst of all that terror, suddenly I felt a body pressing against mine firmly but delicately, for behind, in my butt. The approach was surprising, but I didn't feel the slightest impulse to chase him away, despite having suffered countless times, the approach abusive, used by sexual offenders, on bus trips and streets of the big city; These predators took advantage of the tight to treacherously commit their attacks. But this time I felt something different, maybe delicacy of that person. Feel sex in those moments of death, perhaps it triggered a primitive instinct in both, pouring a balm of hope. He circled my waist gently, kissing my neck, while a fierce chill crept incessantly; and my spotless nipples stood out like two erect lookouts. Instinctively I turned in the darkness to see the others. passengers, faces full of fear were blurred in the darkness; all They were bent over trying to appreciate in an anguishing way the ravages of the water through closed windows. Meanwhile, that being emerged among the threatening storm and the dense darkness, gently dragged me to the last corner of the truck, without a single attempt at resistance on my part. In said corner, distant from the eyes and ears of the passengers, and sheltered by the immense darkness, continued with the most daring caresses. He drew me gently, and then I cried; I turned my face away side, to see my young and fortuitous lover, and kissed me softly on the lips. I kept his hand on my waist, as if holding onto a life preserver. He kissed my neck new, moving me all over. Exploding excitedly, I instinctively pushed my rear towards him; my buttocks perceived his erection, and I began a jubilant coming and going of them, full of powerful voluptuousness about their masculinity hardened. He put his hand towards my breasts and played with my nipples. That night in the midst of terror and storm, under the shelter of darkness on the bus, the short skirt I was wearing offered no obstacle to the sexual advance of that young man. Sliding his warm hand he ran over my thighs, touching them gently. My flesh trembles before his soft dominating fingers; the bristling skin, as he advanced, to the limits of the last fortress protecting my pubescent chastity: the flimsy edge of the elastic of my panties; nothing could stop his erotic invasion. My big buttocks were jumping involuntarily, as a reflection of the passion of those caresses, moistening and shaking the hidden intimacy. I wanted to resist, but something stopped me. In the middle of the storm, I experienced very intense orgasms, even without being penetrated; I loved that stranger at that very moment. He gently lifted my leg, and Spurring my ass towards him, I felt him part my panties with his fingers, and placed the thick head of his penis struggling to penetrate my closed and nubile vagina. Anxiety forced me to push my buttocks towards him, with the fiery attempt to help him penetrate me; until its thick head pierced strongly my vagina, between burning. The back and forth began, stinging his penis deeper and deeper, while outside the world fell between lightning and rain. He He intensely caressed my swollen clitoris, and an explosion of semen flooded my vagina But he did not contain it, he continued his strong attack; I kept myself from standing with difficulty in the face of the enormous virile strength, holding on wherever I could, and feeling my repeated orgasmic discharges, along with the thunder outside. Then he sat me above him, on a seat. Involuntarily I bent my waist forward, and spread my legs, They drained the fluids, offering their generous rear to him. Thick explosions They emanated loudly from inside me, like intestinal gases; provoking me enormous sorrow, and tried to contain them without success, while he seemed to enjoy them. In that, among the gloom, I perceived the presence of another man standing in front of us, looking at us in amazement. Incredibly, no I felt some fear; On the contrary, it excited me more, and resting my hands on the floor, he skewered me all around, swirling his big butt to show off. The man she stammered something close to my occasional lover's ear, and he told her brokenly: "ask her." In response I took the erect penis of the observer to pet him, and he sighed. Almost simultaneously, came the second ejaculation of the first young man. I don't remember what the second one looked like; because he threw me on him seat, and eagerly he got on, licking my neck and tits, now free without bra and blouse open. The panties now almost in tatters, they were a mixture of semen and secretions, while my legs lay wide open, slumped against the backs of the seats, receiving the hungry rush, and screaming with pleasure. I felt his thick testicles crash pleasantly against my ass. That first man who penetrated my sexuality, producing acute pains and orgasms, and great passionate whimpers, I I looked ecstatic; while I did not fully understand my shameless behavior. Is incredible how the world created during a lifetime falls apart, in a small moment The second man leaned back, and now lifted me on top of him, riding him excitedly; I had other intense discharges. Abruptly, before the force of his ejaculation, I was blown upward into my own storm internal semen emanating from his trunk embedded so deep; and continued assaulting me non-stop. By then, the terrified passengers had abandoned the bus; while the first occasional lover tore my soaked panties, and was trying to force his penis into my anus. I was trying to remove it scared, skewered while in the other man, but lubricating his huge head With all the semen boiling out of me, I penetrate the tight ass in small tucked in, while he lovingly reassured me with kisses. My butt was burning! He pulled my hair without hurting me, it was like riding a wild mare, while I was surprised by my own incredible screams of delight, tinged with pain; In circular movements of my large buttocks, I listened to the pushing of the three. It was a human sandwich! The sperm flooded my warm rectum, between intense orgasms and feeling of defecating. My screams drowned out by the rain and terror They crumbled like sighs of a gentle breeze. The storm ceased; a persistent rain hit the bus almost flooded, like my profaned insides... Those men took part in their own clothes and they longed to clean me, tender and repentant. I felt dirty and defiledcrying and an enormous shame kept me sitting with my insides sore and beautiful hair on her face. The one who would tear my buttocks for for the first time, and on both sides, he kissed me and consoled me with words of love. I wonder now: did he know about my virginity? The semen of both flowed down whole days of my depths. They helped me gently get off the bus, and they took home. Pleas to see me again, words of repentance, I kissed him tenderly and without explaining it to him, at that moment I said goodbye to him forever. life. I never paid attention to the other man, despite having been possessed so intensely for him, and having made me finish in abundance. That sharp and fortuitous encounter brings back memories in the rainy afternoons, and it prompts me to tenderly kiss my companion; to love him with the same tenderness and crazy intensity with which I was loved by that young man. Now transformed into a superb, very attractive and mature woman, his face, Sometimes I get lost in the distance of inexorable time...between the drops of love and rain on a beautiful afternoon.