The girl in the taxi

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The story begins in a small town, but it doesn't actually take place there.
I'm from this town, and today I'm going to town to run some errands. "
Driver, she's got so much stuff, it'll be crushing us!" I complained.
At that moment, I was in a taxi. The heartless driver, willing to do anything for money, was helping a young woman carrying large bags and packages into the car.
"Oh, and she has a child with her." "Damn it…!" I cursed angrily. Although the woman was pretty, I really didn't want to be squeezed in a taxi. "
Brother, help me out, the buses are so hard to catch," the woman said apologetically. "
It's alright, it's alright. When you're traveling, we're all neighbors, we should help each other out," the guy in the front passenger seat said gloatingly.
The driver stuffed some of her things into the trunk, but there was still one bag that wouldn't fit, so he told the woman to hold her child.
The woman tried to get her child in, but after several attempts, the bag was too wide.
If the bag took up a seat, then with her three children, if she carried one, she could squeeze in another, but the third wouldn't be able to get on the bus.
The woman ran to my side of the bus door, looking apologetic, and said, "Brother, could you do me a favor and let this girl sit on your lap?" She pulled over a girl who looked about fourteen years old.
Sigh, I'm really having a run of bad luck. Okay, I'll hold her. I'm in a hurry to get into town, sigh. I looked reluctant, but I had no choice.
The girl sat on my lap, the bag next to me, and the woman sat on the other side of the bag, carrying a child who looked about a year old, with a slightly older girl sitting next to her.
Sigh. I sighed.
There was only a little space left, and I was carrying a little girl. I raised my right arm and put it on the bag to create some space.
The taxi slowly started moving; it would take almost an hour to get to the city.
The girl seemed a little uncomfortable and shifted her position in my lap. Looking out the window, I suddenly felt something was off, though I hadn't paid much attention. The girl in my arms felt quite voluptuous.
She shifted her hips up, comfortably nestled in my arms. With the slight jolt of the taxi, her silky skirt gently rubbed against my shorts.
My penis slowly hardened under the friction of her body.
A little uncomfortable, I glanced at the woman beside me. She was dozing with her eyes half-closed, her child asleep in her arms, and the young girl next to her was looking out the window.
The road was uneven, the car was bumping. Her body gradually warmed in my arms, and the desire I had painstakingly suppressed through meditation began to slowly break free of its restraints.
My half-closed eyes suddenly widened. Tormented by the girl's delicate fragrance and soft body, all I could remember was that I was a rapist, a perverted rapist.
I loved the body of a woman who resisted yet dared not cry for help. For this reason, I often lingered on buses, looking for targets to rape those shy women.
I hated lewd women who offered themselves up! That kind of sex was utterly devoid of pleasure.
This trip back to my hometown was purely because I'd committed a crime and was wanted by the police. Meditation is a daily ritual; I want to break this habit.
Because, during each instance of extreme pleasure from rape, seeing the ravaged woman filled me with profound guilt. "
You're so heavy," I whispered in her ear, my voice low as I broke free of my self-imposed shackles.
My hand, holding the girl's leg, gently lifted it a little, then lowered it. My penis, hard and erect, remained beneath her buttocks.
The girl moved slightly, a blush rising to her cheeks.
It seemed she wasn't completely ignorant; she probably knew what was pressing against her buttocks, but out of shyness, she didn't resist. That was my assessment.
Looking at the undeveloped beauty in my arms, my hand slowly slid upwards from her knees.
The car continued to bump, her buttocks, warm through the thin, silky skirt, massaging my penis.
My hand didn't stop; it had slipped inside her skirt, gently rubbing against her smooth thighs. As the taxi jolted, we gradually approached the valley.
The girl seemed to want to break free; she probably didn't want to massage my penis.
She didn't consider my hand, and as she moved forward, my hand naturally covered her vulva.
The girl didn't cry out, only stiffened.
I turned my head; the woman was still asleep, and the girl had closed her eyes.
Through her cotton panties, I could feel the warmth emanating from her slightly raised pubic area. I could feel a little dampness on my hand; I didn't know if it was hers or my sweat.
I gently stroked her vulva through her panties with my middle finger. The girl's face was flushed; she didn't cry out or move.
Slowly, my nimble fingers slid up the edge of her panties.
*Thud!*
It was like heaven was on my side; the taxi had just passed a large pothole. Taking advantage of the jolt, I pulled down her panties. " Ah
!" she cried softly, but her voice was drowned out by the girl's mother's cry of pain. "Hey, driver, drive carefully!" After saying this, the woman fell back into a deep sleep. The girl, now naked, sat on my lap, her skirt pulled up, my shorts the only thing separating my penis from her vulva. My hand slid down her baby-like skin, from her thigh, gently touching her vulva, moving around it. I could feel soft pubic hair covering it. She seemed a little itchy, her body swaying slightly. The timid girl made no sound. My middle finger sometimes probed her opening, sometimes glided across her labia, lightly caressing her erect clitoris. As my fingers played with her, her vulva secreted a lot of fluid. The girl bit her lip tightly; it seemed she had reached her first orgasm. I lifted her buttocks slightly with one hand, unbuttoned my shorts, pulled down my underwear, and released my penis. In the past, for convenience, I never wore zippered pants; it had become a habit. "Don't scream, or I'll throw you out of the car immediately." Although the girl didn't resist, I still used a fierce tone to scare her, to prevent any accidents. Holding my penis, I rubbed it against the girl's slightly ajar vulva. Slowly, gradually, I pushed it in. The tight vaginal walls surrounded my glans; the pressure, combined with the atmosphere in the taxi, almost made me ejaculate immediately. Ah! I fully inserted my penis into the girl's vagina; I could clearly feel my glans entering her uterus. The contractions of the uterine walls gave me extreme pleasure. Judging from the penetration, she wasn't a virgin. I was a little annoyed, but also a little happy. For rape, not being a virgin has many advantages. In my momentary lapse of judgment, I was lucky to have encountered someone who had already lost her virginity. The car was bumping, and I followed the swaying of the car, lifting her up and lowering her, my penis repeatedly thrusting in and out of the girl's vagina. "Girl, are you alright?" The woman's voice suddenly came, startling me, and I stopped thrusting. " I'm fine, Mom, it's just too hot." After the girl finished speaking, the weight lifted from my heart. Ah, it really is hot. "Driver, could you turn on the air conditioning?" the woman said to the driver.

"Damn it, isn't it nice and cool with the window open? We're already on the bus, the driver doesn't care if you live or die."
The woman muttered a few words and then fell asleep again. Carelessly, she hadn't yet noticed that her young daughter was being penetrated by my hard penis.
I looked out the window; ahead was a section of bad road under construction. After this section, we'd be in the city.
Now more daring, I placed my right hand on the bag, my elbow level with the woman's full breasts.
The bus began to jolt, and my penis, with the swaying of the vehicle, repeatedly entered and exited the girl's vagina, impacting her uterus.
My right hand, intentionally or unintentionally, moved with the movement, lightly touching and massaging the woman. Her full breasts were firm, without a bra, only a thin layer of clothing separating them.
I was somewhat curious; how could a woman who had given birth to three children still have such voluptuous breasts? I envied her husband.
The girl's uterus contracted sharply, her vagina pressing hard against my penis; she bit her lip, which was already bleeding.
A surge of warmth washed over her, and the girl reached another climax. She forced herself to remain silent, her lips bitten until they bled.
My penis was swollen to its limit; the warm current surged through me, a wave of pleasure washing over me, and countless sperm flowed into her uterus.
We'd made it.
Suddenly, the girl's hand moved to the juncture of my penis and vagina. Pulling my hand away, she gently stroked and wiped away the seeping fluid.
I stared, dumbfounded, watching her lick her clean hand. Her hand moved back and forth, the mixed fluid dwindling, as if she were savoring a delicious dessert.
The girl skillfully put my now-shrunken penis back in place and fastened my pants. She lifted herself up, pulling up her cotton underwear. "
Uncle, you're amazing! You made me come twice. Can I have your phone number? I'll contact you later." The girl whispered a lot to me, but I didn't listen anymore.
I was thinking…
had I been seduced?

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