No resistance

Your cock is quickly swelling to attention as your heart beats in fear. Your frozen as his hand slips into your skirt and begins to massage your rosebud.

"18," you mutter, focusing on the empty seats of the bus.

"Uuuu-," you moan as his fingers dance around your anus, enjoying your shaved ass. They rub and spread your sore little hole, sending swirls of pleasure up and down your spine.

"I'm 52," Roberto answered back, as his other hand worked it's way up your slender belly to your chest. His brown hand disappearing under your shirt, you quickly feel goosebumps raise across your body as he slid his hand under your padded bra.

"I love tiny breasts," the 52 year old says, tugging at your nipples.

You turn to face your molester, only for him to duck his face under your cheek. His tongue glided along your neck, until you were face to face with the man. You squinted your eyes at the feel of lips on yours, before he violently shoved his tongue into your mouth.

You reluctantly kissed the man back, letting his tongue move into your mouth. You could feel your cock was hard as a rock and a quick glance at your skirt showed it. You had to keep him distracted you thought to yourself, as you suddenly felt Roberto withdraw his hand from your ass and his mouth pull from your own, leaving a string of saliva on your lips.

Your relief quickly dissipated as his finger replaced his tongue. Suddenly, you could taste the mix of Bob's semen, your own musk, and the dirt of Roberto's hand. You sucked, petrified of being found out, before he finally withdrew his hand. Promptly it dug itself underneath your skirt again, using your own spit as lube to wiggle his finger inside your ass.

You groaned as the thick finger penetrated, adjusting yourself for an easier entrance to alleviate the pain. You felt the hot sensation grow all through your body.