Asian Virgin. Part 1

Asian Virgin. Part 1

“Just my luck to get poisoned right during exams.”

That was my first thought when I woke up. The alarm melody reached my ears, a melody that was already stuck in my craw and that I kept forgetting to change. Half-asleep I reached for the nightstand where my phone lay. God, who ever thought of holding exams this early?! You couldn’t even hear the noise of cars outside the window. Pressing the blessed button, I lay on my back and stared into the dark. Everyone at home was asleep. Yesterday my older brother had arrived, whom we hadn’t seen in about seven years, so our family had gone to bed late. After lying like that for a little while I started to get up. A sharp pain twisted my stomach.

“When is this finally going to end,” I said with annoyance. For several days already I had been suffering from a serious case of food poisoning, and, worst of all, I was allergic to anti-diarrhea pills. Life had become simply unbearable. The doctor had advised intestinal irrigation, so twice a day — first before leaving for university, and second before bed — I had to do it. But let’s leave those unpleasant details.

Getting up, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I usually slept in underwear and a T-shirt, so now I was padding around the apartment in dark lace panties and a burgundy bra. There was very little time left, only enough for a little makeup. In the bathroom I also took the medicine the doctor had prescribed, which was supposed to work after ten minutes. In that time I managed to put shadow on my eyes and color my lips, then I raced like a bullet to the toilet. Now my intestines were empty, so there was nothing to fear. I started to get dressed. Opening the clothes closet, I took out white pants tailored like jeans, a black tank top and a dark lilac blouse. Dressing quickly I went outside and headed for the stop.

I am twenty years old. I am fairly thin; at 160 cm my whole weight is only 45 kg. I wasn’t exactly blessed with curves either, unfortunately: my breasts barely reached a size A-and-a-half, my hips were on the narrow side, and my ass didn’t stand out much, although, thank God, you couldn’t say it was completely flat. My only pride was my beautiful, long, straight legs and an excellent waist. And an ass, after all, can be built up. Overall my looks were rather gray and unremarkable, though my ass and legs sometimes drew men’s carnivorous glances. Perhaps because of that, at twenty I was still a virgin, and the only relationship that had lasted more than two years had fallen apart not long ago.

It was dark outside and a hard rain was falling: standing at an unsheltered stop waiting for my bus, I was starting to get soaked. The white pants clung to my legs; the light fabric, under the rain, became slightly transparent. At last the familiar numbers on a windshield appeared around the bend. Beside myself with joy, I walked to the edge of the sidewalk, pulling the clinging fabric away with my hand.

The bus turned out to be full, so people stood very tightly against one another. Even the desire to get on it vanished, but there was no choice; an hour and a half remained until the exam, and the whole of that time went to the commute. So, gripping my little bag tightly with both hands, I started squeezing inside. I didn’t manage to get far, though; very soon the bus doors closed and it started moving. Lowering the hand with the bag, I looked at my trousers and immediately a blush flooded my cheeks. As it turned out, now, having gotten thoroughly wet, they showed through fairly easily, so my dark lace panties were now perfectly visible.

“Oh God, it must all be visible from behind too,” I thought. “Good thing there are a lot of people; maybe no one will notice. If only they’d dry sooner.”

The bus stopped. New passengers started getting on, though there was already no room. People began complaining about the crush. Yeah, that’s what it means to live in a big city. The driver, however, seemed not to notice anything. Pressing the door-close button, he went on as if nothing had happened. I had nothing to hold on to; I was standing in the very middle of the bus, so on the turns I often lost my balance and fell against someone standing nearby, for which I had already had to apologize several times. Some man, about thirty, having given up his seat to an adult lady behind me, took her place. He was a little plump and took up more room than my previous neighbor, so now he was pressed tightly against me.

On the next turn I tipped back a little. At that moment the stranger’s arm, embracing me, came to rest on my belly, as if preventing my fall. Without turning around I thanked him, a little embarrassed. He said nothing, didn’t even take his hand away. I decided that demanding that of him would not be especially grateful on my part; besides, the driver had started overtaking cars, so I was being thrown around the whole time.

The man pressed me against himself harder so that my ass was now slightly squeezed. His hand began to descend down my belly. No, no, no, no, anything but that. But exactly what I was afraid of happened. When his palm reached my crotch, he slipped a finger between my legs, rubbing them through the fabric of my pants. I clenched my legs. God forbid any of my acquaintances should see me now.

“Please, don’t,” I said softly, turning my head back a little. But the man didn’t stop. He ran his palm along the outside of my thighs, reaching the crotch, then several times ran his fingers over it and stroked my legs again. The fabric of the trousers kept him from fully enjoying me. I began to feel something starting to press into my ass; or rather, it had already been tightly squeezed by the man before, but now it was different. The man was getting aroused. He took his hand away from my pussy and returned to my belly. Pulling out the tank top tucked into the trousers, he worked his way under it and his palm touched my skin. It was as if I’d been struck by current. His fingers were large and warm; from his touches it became a little pleasant, though also ticklish. He went higher and, grabbing my breast over the bra, squeezed it hard. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. At that same moment I caught myself thinking that I liked what he was doing to me, and, annoyed at myself, I gave him a slight elbow. In reply the man only chuckled a little and continued what he had been doing. After struggling a bit with my bra he still managed to lift it higher, exposing my breast, so that now he could touch it. Two of his fingers took hold of my nipple and began squeezing it and twisting it a little. It was pleasant to feel that. Having played with my breast, the stranger returned to my belly again, but now he wasn’t stroking it. He started lowering his hand under my trousers. I grabbed it, not letting him do that.

“I’m not ready for that yet, I can’t, I’ve never had… Please stop tormenting me.” He probably heard in my voice the notes of disappointment with which I was telling him to stop, so, taking his hand out, the stranger began to feel for the button of my pants.

“All right, we’ll try another way.”

I tried with all my strength to resist his lustful impulse, but he still managed to do what he wanted. Unbuttoning my trousers, he pulled them down a little, but did not, however, insist on his previous desire. Instead he began rubbing against my ass, and I could already clearly feel a cock pressing into my cheeks. I was ashamed, but I didn’t want to stop him. My arousal had reached the point of no return. I myself started helping him a little, swaying my backside.

“I can’t understand why this man chose me of all people. What about me caught him so that now he’s ready to fuck me right here, on the bus?”

I couldn’t find answers to those questions.

He pulled my pants down a little more, so that now they were at mid-thigh. Drawing back a little and taking his cock away, he shoved his left hand into my panties from the ass side, and I felt his rough finger on my anus. There was some cool liquid on it, which he started spreading. With his finger he ran several times over the anal ring, then, pressing lightly, entered my anus a little.

“Ow,” I said, wincing. I felt a strong, though slightly pleasant, pain in my back hole. His finger tried to push further but couldn’t. Several times he pulled the finger out and put it in again.

“Relax, girl,” I heard the man’s voice behind me. Only now I realized I had clenched my buttocks tightly, tensed with my whole body. I followed his advice and tried to relax. This time his finger did overcome my clenched anal ring and began to enter my rectum. I felt warmth and a slight burning inside my ass, but I was glad there was almost no pain. The man went into my ass about half a finger and stopped.

“Get used to it,” he said with a noticeable smirk, leaving the finger inside me. The feeling of fullness in my anus aroused me. Of course my imagination had often painted me sex scenes, but they had never been as insane as this one happening in real life. Still a completely innocent girl that morning, I now stood in the middle of the bus, offering all the passengers who might glance at me at any moment a view of my lace panties, and, on top of that, a man completely unknown to me was fucking me in the ass with his finger. I clenched the anal ring several times and that new sensation drove me crazy. But when he started taking his finger out of me it hurt. At that moment my hole felt as if something were burning it from inside, so I had to try hard to hold back a cry.

Opening my eyes, I saw sitting opposite me a guy of about twenty-two whose face seemed very familiar. His eyes were directed somewhere toward my crotch, sometimes dropping a little lower; it was clear he had been admiring the whole spectacle for more than a minute. I thought that right now, in his eyes, I looked like the last whore, who, unable to bear her arousal, was giving herself right on the bus. Anyone would have thought so, seeing in front of them a bitch with her pants down, behind whom a big man was gradually positioning himself. But that didn’t stop me; my panties were soaked through with my juices. Even when my partner finally pulled my panties down to join the pants, thereby exposing my smoothly shaved pussy to the guy, I didn’t cover myself.

The man’s finger smeared my passage again with the cool liquid, which turned out to be saliva, after which I felt something hot on my hole. I understood it was no longer a finger, that he was preparing to put his cock into me. I bent forward a little, as far as the space around me allowed, and got ready for his invasion…

But the man was in no hurry to enter the little slit he had prepared. It was as if he were now enjoying the sight of a submissive bitch bent slightly so he could put his cock into her more conveniently. He tried several times to press the head of his cock against my hole, which was gladly ready to take the hot flesh into itself. But, as I already said, he was in no hurry. He took my ass in his hands and began spreading my cheeks, admiring the opening anal hole. And when he was ready to put his piston into me, the bus braked sharply at a stop. In a flash I snatched up the lowered panties and pants to cover all my shame. Several people got off the bus, so the space by the window freed up, and I headed for it, grabbing the stranger’s hand as I did. He didn’t particularly object, silently following me. When the bus started moving again I hurriedly pulled my pants down and braced my hands against the side window of the bus. The man spread my legs a little wider and at the same time started stroking his softened organ. In all this time I had not once looked at my mysterious partner. And I didn’t especially want to; let his appearance remain a secret.

When his penis was battle-ready again he took it in one hand and started guiding it into my anus. Now he understood there was no time to linger, because there were quite a few stops ahead. When his head started entering me I involuntarily leaned forward, as if sliding off his cock. It became a little painful, but it was by no means because of that that I decided to get off the hard male shaft.

I suddenly became afraid for my virgin little ass, and for my reputation in general.

“Strange, why didn’t I think earlier that some man was fingering my ass right on the bus?”

But even so, my present position didn’t depend only on me. The man, apparently not sharing my opinion, grabbed my small ass with both hands and slammed into me with all his force. With that movement he almost pressed me into the wall. Tears rolled from my eyes, but I didn’t dare scream, though it hurt a great deal. He stayed inside me, pressed tightly against me from behind; apparently he had decided my ass should get used to this new size of the object inside it.

The man’s breath warmed my neck; myriads of goosebumps began to run over my body. The man started coming out of my anus a little, but without coming out all the way there followed another thrust, from which I was again literally slammed into the wall. I now stood almost vertically, gripping with both hands the rail that ran by the window, while the man worked his spear in my ass. Sometimes, when the bus bounced on a pothole, it became especially painful. But I still bravely held back the cry rising to my throat.

The organ piercing my ass was, to my good fortune, quite delicate with it; his movements were just fast enough not to injure me much. But still with each of his penetrations I rose onto my toes, which, it seemed to me, the man liked very much. My thin little legs trembled slightly from the strain. The man, however, began to speed his movements a little when he understood I had quite gotten used to the new sensations and it didn’t hurt me that much. The tears that had broken from me at his first entry into my virgin ass stopped. The stranger held me tenderly by the hips and fucked my backside evenly.

After a few minutes I myself began to get pleasure; the pain, though it hadn’t gone completely, was no longer as sharp as before, but a little aching, even somehow pleasant. I didn’t even notice how I myself started working my ass for him, slightly impaling myself on his rod. The bus braked again, but this time I didn’t pull away from my secret ravisher. Taking his cock fully into my ass, I pressed tighter against him, hiding the nakedness of my buttocks from those who had gotten on. The man too tried to shield his little anal victim from outside glances.

Some woman among those who had gotten on stood almost right up against us, fused into one, so that now we couldn’t continue at the same pace as before. But my partner didn’t lose his head; starting to make small movements of his pelvis he still kept fucking me, though not as “juicily” as before. He now slipped one hand, by way of my belly, to my pussy, playing with my clitoris and sometimes running a finger between my labia. From that it became insanely pleasant; I closed my eyes from the pleasure and let out a quiet moan, which, luckily, no one reacted to. Still, it should be noted that from the look of his hand I could conclude he was about thirty to thirty-five.

“How can I give myself to a strange man on a packed bus?”

My thoughts contradicted what my body wanted. With my mind I was still accusing my behavior, trying to find a justification for what I was doing now.

“My God, how can this be? Why am I doing nothing to stop THIS?! Do I really like it so much that I don’t care there are so many people around me?!”

But apparently that was how it was.

Turning my head to the left I saw the same guy who had been watching me when the man’s finger was working my back hole. Now he was sitting with a phone in his hands, pointing the camera somewhere toward my buttocks; apparently he was filming everything happening to me on video. But this new circumstance didn’t embarrass my mind, which had finally given in to arousal, though I did hurriedly turn away to hide my face. Of course, if people I knew watched this video they would tell from the figure, from the clothes, that it was me on the video, and that on that very video some man was fucking me in the ass on a bus. On the other hand, which of my acquaintances would stoop to watching porn. Of course I was thinking rather naively; for some reason I was firmly sure that none of my acquaintances would ever watch videos like that.

The action of the man’s palm massaging my crotch and rubbing my clitoris very soon had a result. The bottom of my belly filled with blood very quickly and grew hard; heat from my pussy spread through my whole body. I felt the muscles of my vagina start to contract, my knees start to tremble, warning of a coming orgasm. My lips parted from the flood of feeling. When the man felt I was starting to lose control of my body, he covered my mouth with his free hand so that the cries of orgasm wouldn’t attract the attention of those around us. Convulsions seized all of me without remainder, and I jerked several times from the unusual sensation. Luckily the man was able to hold me when I almost collapsed on buckling legs. The whole time his cock never left my anus, which gave the orgasm unprecedented sensations. I had sometimes played with my girl before, especially in the bath, but I had never felt sensations this strong.

The bus stopped again. This time, gathering all my thoughts, I decided not to tempt fate. Sliding off my mysterious sexual partner’s penis, I managed to catch the waistband of my trousers and put them on when the bus doors opened and a stream of students poured in. Among them were several of my classmates, so that now continuing any sexual activity was pointless. When the man reached again to pull down my pants, and the panties with them, I took his hand to stop him and said, turning my head slightly:

“I’m sorry, I can’t, there are people I know here. I’m sorry…”

I felt sorry for the man, who hadn’t had time to feel his orgasm, so I reached my hand toward his groin. Almost at once I found the protruding flesh and, slipping my hand into his trousers, took his shaft in my palm. Wrapping my hand around his organ I began making stroking movements along its length, baring the head. It was pleasant to feel a man’s hot flesh with my palm.

Starting rather slowly I gradually picked up speed, sliding my whole hand over his stiffened penis. Feeling that the movements of my hand over the cock were going rather hard, I took my hand out of his trousers and, spitting a little on my palm, returned to his cock, spreading the slippery liquid over his shaft. After those manipulations the movements became more tender; the man thanked me with a muffled moan. He pulled his trousers down to make my movements easier, no longer constrained by the width of his pants.

I kept jerking his cock, gripping it tightly with my fingers, running them from the head to the very base. That same head almost pressed against my white pants at the level of my buttock. In one instant I felt the flesh in my hand start to pulse and as if swell a little; guessing he was on the verge of covering my ass with his cum I stopped.

“Sweetie, I’m almost there, don’t stop, please, keep going.” His voice sounded almost pleading.

“I don’t want you to stain my pants,” I said, justifying my action. “I have to go to university, I can’t get dirty with your seed.”

“You don’t have to cum on your pants, girl, we can think of something else. We can at least cum on this very floor, or on the wall, what the hell difference does it make?!”

I thought. The idea of finishing on the floor or the wall didn’t appeal to me at once, but I couldn’t think of anything else. I stood with a cock in my hand and suddenly, at last, one slightly crazy little thought came into my head. I pulled my white pants down a little and bent over, arching invitingly at the waist and sticking my little ass out.

The man understood everything without words; he guided his cock, aroused to the limit, into my prepared hole and almost at once began to pour semen into it violently. There was a great deal of cum; it seemed to me his orgasm wouldn’t end. The warm liquid that sprayed from the tip of his cock burned me from inside several times, then began to spread slowly as heat. There was even some sensation of fullness in my little ass after he finished releasing his seed into my rectum.

“Standing on a bus with an ass full of cum. Anyone who heard it would never believe it.”

When he started pulling his cock, weakened from orgasm, out of me, I clenched the anal ring hard so that his semen wouldn’t leave my backside. When he came out I sharply pulled my panties on, and the pants after them, finally fastening the button.

“Thank you, sweetie, I haven’t cum that hard in a long time,” the man said in a satisfied voice. “You’re an excellent girl, with an amazing ass. Your boyfriend should be proud of you!”

I only smirked, saying nothing in reply. Feeling used on a bus turned out not to be very pleasant, especially with an ass full of cum which, it should be noted, had started leaking out of me.

“What an idiot I am for letting him cum in my ass! A complete idiot! Now I have to walk around with a container filled to the brim all day. Ugh! How disgusting all this is.”

I was left alone. Or rather, I was still riding a packed bus, but now my partner was no longer on it. A free seat appeared in the back, and some guy offered to let me go there. I didn’t refuse. My head was still processing everything that had happened to me in the last half hour. It was all terrible, terrible and pleasant at the same time. Turning to the window I began watching the sharply changing images of the morning city. In an hour I had to take an exam, and I was thinking about… about sex, about cocks… about men.

“I need to find a boyfriend, urgently!”