Of course not

The bus is full. So full there's no seats left. You shove yourself between a couple of larger men and hold onto a pole, mortified at being in public with your mom legs and sister's head.

You can feel the guy behind you press harder into you, as the bus rocks and turns on the road. Everybody sways, barley holding themselves up. You just need to endure for 20 or so minutes until the bus arrives at your friend's house.

It doesn't take long before you feel it. An object you're recently to familiar with. Through your thin yoga pants, a thick, hard, raging cock is pressing into your butt.

You try to turn to see who's doing that it, but the bus is too crammed. Your stuck.

His hands begin feeling up your ass. You can feel them grope and pawn. Squeeze and rub. The rough, unthoughtful kneading of your butt makes you remember that your dad never got you off. Your... "cunt", as your dad called it, the words fresh and prominent in your head, is still hot and wet and not just from your fathers cum.