the iron box heated in the sun, filled to the eyeballs with passengers, like herring in a tin can. Many rub against you with unwashed sweaty bodies, breathe foul-smelling fumes right in the face, and unceremoniously push, trying to clear a path to the vacant seat. That's how I went to one fine day, returning from college elective. Throwing a bag of textbooks over my shoulder, I held onto the railing, trying to keep my balance securely.

Even when I was leaving the training building, I again saw that very red foreign car, and on the way to the bus stop, I literally felt the inevitable presence of a stranger following me. I barely pushed into the salon, I grabbed onto the rail, and during the first stop I was driving as usual. But when the doors closed and the bus started moving again, I felt a touch between my legs. I pushed my hips to the sides, as far as it was possible, trying to pull away, but the fingers of an alien hand did not disappear anywhere. They continued to stay on my crotch, and gently penetrating the thin strip of lace panties, they insistently touched my lips. I thought it was one of the bus ducks pressed against me, as often happened, but I did not feel a solid phallus in between my buttocks. However, they clung to me. Vzmokshey from the heat back, I felt the slight friction of the hard nipples of the female breast. Turning my head in half, I saw her strict, concentrated face. This is her hand shamelessly caressed my crotch, and with the second hand she squeezed both my palms on the handrail.

- Do not move, slut, otherwise tear your vulva, - came the female whisper at my ear.

- What?

“I said stay calm and don't rock the gun.” Relax, and have fun.

Immediately after these words, one and then the second finger penetrated my slit, and I felt their soft presence on my clit. What did I experience with it? What the other would probably scream at the whole bus, and raised the butt. But not me. From boorish penetration into my flesh, sparks of bliss scattered all over my body, and echoed in my head. I sighed heavily, realizing with inevitability that the point of no return had already been passed.

- You already feel good. I knew.

The fingers moved deeper, and I realized now that I wanted this all my conscious life. In gratitude, I arched towards me, and freeing one hand with the risk of falling to the side, laid it on top of a hand defiling me, leading it with my fingertips. I was breathing heavily, feeling the same bliss that occurs in normal girls as the penis penetrates them. Between her legs instantly flowed, and a wet stain spread across the front of her skirt. Passengers, meanwhile, noticed our fuss, and began to turn their heads. They saw my face. It was blazing with shameful passion, covered in sweat, and opening my mouth, I greedily licked my lips. A woman, meanwhile, slowly changed hands. Having lowered a palm from a hand-rail, she confidently stroked me now on wet pants, and again busily got into me inside, having slightly parted sexual sponges. I waited, with impatience, silently, when my fingers would start to move, and at the same time I felt the touch on the face of a wet hand, which had already been to my holy of holies.

- Open your mouth, and do not try to bite, - said the rapist arrogantly and now out loud.

Perhaps it was odd. My lips were already open, and my fingers, wet from my own discharge, easily entered my mouth deeply, stroking the tongue. I answered, and in grateful caress carefully licked each one individually. Now the passengers, with bated breath, watched my arousal, and many of them smirked obscenely. Of course, men. None of them did not stand up for my defense, and did not pull up the boorish. They liked it.About half a meter of empty space formed around us, despite the fact that the bus was full. Now he was standing at the bus stop, and the driver with the conductor watched with interest with everyone, as a brazen person publicly lowers me. She suddenly pulled out a very impressive silicone strap-on from her purse, capable of piercing me through, and she waved it with a theatrical gesture, as if it were a conductor's stick.

- I hope everyone can see? - she said fervently.

The crowd boomed in satisfaction, waiting for the climax. But all the same one woman suddenly startled and indignant.

- But what is happening, eh? Stop now! Call the police.

But they all zashkali, and waved his hands. Like, do not get stuck, it's not your business. My classmate, who was nearby, also behaved extraordinarily. She looked at me with greedy eyes, and her cheeks were flushed. Finally she exhaled.

- Very extravagant style of punishment. For example, I like it.

Free spectacle captured almost everyone, and everyone was expecting a denouement. And the woman, meanwhile, unceremoniously lifted the hem of my skirt in front, and inserted a phallus into my vagina, gradually pushing it forward. And at that moment I finished. Violently and passionately, with a deep groan. I stood disgraced, and many clapped their hands. I do not even remember how, and how I found myself on the street in an unfamiliar place. I was standing next to the bus stop, where my bus had just left, and in front of me there was a huge wet spot on the skirt. Gradually coming out of the stupor, I was about to retire, as someone from behind grabbed me by the elbow. It was her. Hooded and horny, minutes earlier, outraged by me in public transport.

- How yes how dare you! I will declare on you. I will plant. You will regret ...

She looked at me and was silent. Then, slightly backlash, slapped me a very painful, and should be, insulting slap, at once intercepted my brief monologue.

- Do not even dare to twitch. Get more. Well, let's go, ”she said somehow in an ordinary way, leading me from the bus stop,“ we arrived. I live near here. And I'll take the car tomorrow, - let's move it, not everyone is lucky to get into my slavery. You have no idea what you get.

She raised her hand and stroked my cheek in her own way. Then on the lips and on the neck, and again on the face. She stroked, and silently looked me straight in the eyes. And I did not think to move away. I felt good and pleased again. No, not even that. I felt a surge of real carnal happiness the second time in one day. But after all the misfortune in the person of this strict and imperious woman just happened to me. Depraved and vulgar in their deeds. Why is she still free? It's all about her victims. They did not declare it only because they idolized her, loved and wished her. She broke their will and subjugated herself by making obedient puppets of them. Just like me, in this stupid, smelly, and stuffy bus. Killed to failure by such bad passengers. Or maybe I'm not good? Lustful and prodigal. Therefore, I was so obscenely fucked in the presence of a mass audience. And the audience still liked my clowning. Now it seems to me that if she had fucked me somewhere at the train station, or in the hypermarket, perhaps in the market, I would get a sweeter feeling. I'm not like everyone else, and I'm not funny. It doesn't even hurt. Can happiness be unhappiness? Oh yes, how else can. And the more vicious it is, the brighter it feels. I stood and enjoyed obscene caresses, then whispered according to:

- Well, let's go ...

ARHIMED