The continuous climax on the bus

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After a hard semester, winter break finally arrived. My boyfriend is from Guizhou, and I was going back to Taiwan for the Lunar New Year. He bought my train ticket and drove me to the train station. He parked on the side of the road, checked the time, and saw there were still forty minutes before he drove off. With a mischievous grin, he locked all

the doors and windows. I said I was in a hurry to catch the train, but before I could finish, he pushed me down onto the reclined seat. The weather on Taiwan was a bit cold, so I was wearing a thick tracksuit. He roughly pulled up my shirt and started kissing my breasts, his hand touching my

genitals through my pants. I'm a very sensitive person, and under his stimulation, I became aroused. I started to get wet, and I responded passionately to his teasing, reaching down to touch his already erect penis through his pants. He rolled over and stripped both of us naked, lifted my legs, and started licking my vulva. Ah, it was so itchy! His tongue was amazing; he brought me to orgasm in just a few minutes.

I was very wet, spraying him all over. He picked up my bra to wipe his face, then, holding his penis, he inserted it. There was already a lot of fluid; as soon as he entered, I felt a puddle of water being squeezed out. He used his shoulders to support my legs and began vigorous piston-like movements. The car's soundproofing was excellent, so I screamed loudly.

His movements were intense, causing the car to shake violently. People outside, seeing the car shaking like that, could probably guess what was happening inside. He began thrusting violently, and I don't know which hand touched the convertible top button, but the roof slowly opened.

He didn't notice the roof opening and continued thrusting. At the same time, I noticed people on the street staring at us in the car. I was stunned and didn't know what to say. Then he ejaculated, his hot semen filling my vagina. He finally realized we were having sex outdoors and pressed the button to close the roof.

The slowly closing car doors cut off the lecherous gazes of the passersby. The situation was incredibly awkward. He told us to get out of there quickly, and without even putting on his clothes, he started the car and sped around several streets. I hastily threw on my tracksuit, not even bothering to put on underwear, grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and hailed a taxi to the train station. As soon as

I got in the taxi, I sensed something was wrong. My shirt was wet, undoubtedly from our lovemaking earlier. I wasn't wearing underwear, and the semen inside me was starting to leak out uncontrollably. My pants felt sticky and uncomfortable, but there was no time to deal with it. At the train station, I quickly got my ticket checked and boarded the train. As soon

as I got on the train, I wanted to go to the restroom, but I couldn't go in before the train departed. When the train finally started moving, the conductor opened the restroom door, and I immediately went in. Taking off my clothes, I saw that my shirt was soaked, and my back was completely drenched. The water smelled terrible, so I couldn't wear it anymore, and my pants were full of his semen.

I rummaged through my belongings and found only a nightgown; I hadn't even brought a set of underwear. Reluctantly, I used my old workout clothes to dry myself, then put on the nightgown. Although it wasn't cold on the train, the nightgown was a tank top, barely covering my nipples and barely reaching my buttocks.

Wearing it this way in this season was really inappropriate. But what could I do? My priority was to quickly get rid of the workout clothes. Even if I didn't wear it on the train, I had to wear it when I got off, otherwise I'd either freeze to death or get yelled at by my parents.

After leaving the restroom, I went to the sink. Luckily, the sleeper car wasn't crowded; most people were lying in bed. Only a few people saw me as I walked through the car. Since I didn't know anyone, I wasn't worried. They must have found it strange—why would I need to change into pajamas on a sleeper train? Heh.

My tracksuit is thick and can't be washed. If I wash it, it will still be wet and unwearable when I get off the train tomorrow. So I spread it out, used a toothbrush with a little water to clean the sensitive areas, then went back to my bunk, hung the wet clothes to dry by the bed, and wrapped myself in the blanket, waiting for them to dry before getting off the train.

I was a little tired after being busy for a while and was just about to take a nap when the train attendant came over and asked me to take out my ticket to exchange for a sleeper pass. I had been so busy that I forgot about it. I quickly got up to look for my ticket in my tracksuit. Oh no, I don't know when I lost my ticket, but it must have been lost in this carriage because I saw it when I boarded.

I whispered to him that my ticket was missing, explaining that he had seen it when I boarded and that I didn't know when I lost it. What should we do? He didn't seem to hear me. He was staring wide-eyed at my breasts through the opening of my nightgown, and then said, "It's okay, don't worry, let's look for it."

In this half-reclining position, with his gaze level with mine, he had a clear view of my large breasts. I quickly covered my chest with my hands, and his gaze immediately turned serious. He said, "Look carefully. I'll come back to collect your ticket in ten minutes. If you don't find it, you'll have to get off at the next stop."

Why was he so serious now, after saying it was nothing? I quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom and sink to look for my ticket. I noticed this train conductor was quite lecherous, constantly staring at my bare shoulders and thighs. Suddenly, I understood why his attitude had changed.

I was at the sink when he came over and asked if I'd found my ticket. I hesitated for a moment. Since he was lecherous, that made things easier. Being this pretty, I should be able to handle him. I leaned forward, looking up at him, letting his fiery gaze penetrate my body.

In a very delicate voice, I told him I couldn't find it. He frowned slightly and said, "No ticket? That's not good." I looked at him closely; he was quite handsome. No wonder he was so lecherous. I decided

to take the plunge today. If I could have a romantic encounter with a handsome guy and solve the problem of losing my ticket, that wouldn't be bad. I turned my body towards the sink window, my back to him, and bent down as far as I could, pretending to look for my ticket. My already short nightgown would definitely reveal half of my buttocks now. I was sure he wouldn't take the bait if I watched him from behind. I deliberately wiggled my hips a few times and then said, "I really can't find it."

I saw his Adam's apple move; he must have taken the bait. Sure enough, he said to me, "Come to my flight attendant's room, I'll help you figure something out." I went in and sat by the window. He sat by the door. There was a small table in front of us; it was so small that we had to squeeze together. He closed the door.

Then he looked at me and said, "You're beautiful and sexy. Aren't you afraid of me being alone with you here?" I guess he was testing me with his words. But since I was already here, there was nothing to be afraid of. I'm not that conservative, so I told him, "What's there to be afraid of? With you here to protect me, let's see who dares to molest me."

He understood what I meant, then he drew the curtains, leaned in, and started kissing me. I gently responded to his passionate kiss, our two wet tongues intertwining. He took off my already thin nightgown, and I was completely naked. Looking at my naked body, he suddenly started rapidly pulling down his pants.

Before I could even react, he had already thrust his huge penis into me. Because of insufficient foreplay, I was still very dry down there, but he didn't care. It was as if he had been holding back for a long time. He pressed me down on the chair and started thrusting wildly. I said, "I have condoms in my bag, can you wear one?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he said it was too late. At that moment, I felt his penis throbbing inside my vagina, swelling and hurting a little, but also feeling very full. This feeling was better than with my boyfriend, probably because his was bigger. He ejaculated, a lot of it. My vagina felt so stretched. As soon as he pulled out, a gush of semen gushed out.

He pulled over a trash can, and I squatted on it, letting the semen from my vagina flow out. A lot of it flowed into the trash can. He told me that his wife was seven months pregnant, and he had been holding back for seven whole months. No wonder there was so much semen. But I guess I was just teasing him and said I didn't believe him. "

You're so lecherous, you raped me just because I'm pretty. Nobody believes you could go seven months without sex." He said it was true, and that I looked like someone. I asked if it was his wife. He said no, it was his first love. He then took out his wallet to show me. I opened the wallet and saw a woman's picture, but it didn't look like me at all.

I threw my wallet at him and said, "You big liar!" He said anxiously, "I'm not lying to you." He picked up the wallet and handed it to me, saying, "What you just saw is my wife. There's another one behind my wife's photo." I looked and sure enough, there was another one hidden inside. When I took it out, it really did look a bit like me.

Seeing this, I suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for him. Hiding a photo of his first love under his wife's photo, just like me, still cherishing the image of my first love in my heart. Thinking of this, I got up and sat next to him, leaning over and hugging him, feeling a sense of intimacy.

Coincidentally, as I leaned over, my face was right in front of his penis. He was moving too fast earlier, and I hadn't had a chance to see it clearly, but now I could take a closer look. It was really big, soft and almost as long as my palm. I took it into my mouth and slowly sucked, stirring that soft, big thing with my tongue. Soon it wouldn't cooperate.

It jumped up in my mouth, stretching my mouth so much it hurt. Good heavens, when it's fully erect, it's so big and thick! I couldn't even wrap my arms around it completely; even with both hands side by side, half of it was still sticking out. I looked at this big thing in amazement. He looked at me with satisfaction and said, "It's big, isn't it? If you like it, kiss it more."

I used one hand to stroke the lower half of his penis while my mouth held the upper half. As I stroked, I stirred the glans in my mouth with my tongue. I was confident my technique was pretty good, because my boyfriend always ejaculated in under three minutes when I did this. But he was quite skilled; I worked hard for about ten minutes and he still didn't ejaculate.

I guessed he had just ejaculated, and my mouth was sore; I couldn't go on anymore. It seemed I had to use my real skills. I pressed him down on the stool, then sat down facing him, holding his penis. I had felt a strong sensation while giving him oral sex; my vagina was very wet, so it was easy to sit down. In

the previous position, I probably couldn't penetrate all the way in, so although it felt large, I didn't feel overwhelmed. But in this position, once I sat down completely, it felt too long, and it hurt a little to go too deep, but it felt really fulfilling. I held onto the edge of the table and started moving up and down, then rocking back and forth and side to side.

He excitedly grabbed my breasts with both hands and kneaded them vigorously. I was also intoxicated. I wasn't worried about others hearing me on the train, so I shouted loudly and moved on top of him at an almost frantic pace. I felt more excited than ever before, and soon I reached orgasm.

My vagina involuntarily contracted, making his thick penis appear even larger. My body stiffened and I couldn't move. He lifted my body with both hands and began to move his waist up and down. He had great stamina and thrust into me rapidly for about ten minutes. Luckily, this was a train, so no matter how much I moved, the train wouldn't move with me.

Then I had another orgasm, even more intense than the last one. With the strong contractions of my vagina, he finally roared and ejaculated hot semen inside me again. It felt no less than the last time. After we finished, we were both sweating a lot, and the seats were soaked.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man peeked in. He was about to say something when he saw us both naked, with me sitting on his lap. Anyone could see what we were doing. The man paused, closed the door, and left. He told me that the man was the train conductor, and that he was in trouble.

He got dressed, and I put on my nightgown. A little while later, his phone rang. After answering, he looked very somber and didn't say anything for a long time. I leaned over and asked him what was wrong. "Is the train conductor calling you? I'm sorry, it's all because of me." He didn't speak. After a

long silence, he told me that the train conductor had called and said I had to go and explain, or he would be fired. He added, "Fine, fine, I'll fire you. If you go to him, you'll just be tortured. He's a notorious lecher; firing him will just let me go home and take care of my wife who's about to give birth."

For some reason, I felt sorry for him. His wife was about to give birth, and if he lost his job at this time, how would they live? Since the matter started because of me, I decided to help him resolve it. I was determined to help him. At worst, he'd just have sex with that middle-aged man; it wasn't a big deal.

I offered to explain for him, and he was very grateful. We stayed for a while and then came out. It was the same sink as before. Suddenly, he hugged me tightly and said, "I really don't want you to go see that old pervert. I want to do it with you again, until we're completely exhausted."

I was also reluctant to leave him, but I had to go. I hugged him tightly and felt his penis getting hard again, pressing against my vulva. I also felt a strong urge. I whispered in his ear, "I want more," and then leaned over the sink, lifting my already short nightgown.

He glanced around, saw everyone sleeping in their beds, and then boldly unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and thrust it in. He gripped the edge of the sink with both hands, pinning me tightly to the countertop, and violently penetrated me from behind. From his violent movements, I could tell he was very agitated.

He thrust rapidly, and I quickly reached orgasm, another wave of wonderful sensation washing over my body. Looking back at him, I saw his angry face. He pulled out after I climaxed, saying, "Thinking about you leaving really makes me lose interest." I looked at his erect penis and the incongruous expression on his face. I

hugged him and said, "You give me a wonderful feeling. I'm very satisfied. I'll remember you for the rest of my life." Seeing a slight smile on his face, I knelt down, lifted his hard penis, and began to give him oral sex. I knew that to change his mood, I needed to make him feel good, so I gave him a deep throat.

I bent over, tilting my head back as high as possible, aligning my throat and mouth. His penis was deep inside my throat; it felt like my mouth and neck were about to burst. Then he slowly withdrew, then went back in, repeating this several times. I could feel his penis getting bigger; I figured he was about to ejaculate.

At that moment, he held my head down and began thrusting wildly in and out of my mouth. His penis was so long; each thrust reached the back of my throat. In just a few thrusts, he ejaculated inside me. Because it was so deep, his semen sprayed directly into my throat, making me cough several times.

Seeing the satisfied smile on his face, I was happy too. I rinsed my mouth of his semen, then pulled up my nightgown. He told me the train conductor was in the last carriage of the train; I should go find him. We shared a deep goodbye kiss. He gave me a key, saying it was for unlocked doors, and then I left.

I walked through several sleeper carriages, most of which were occupied by people sleeping. The lights were off, and no one noticed me passing by. Suddenly, the carriage ahead became very bright. I opened the door and saw a large crowd. This was the dining car, and all eyes were on me, this scantily clad woman. For a moment, I hesitated, afraid to move forward. After

a few seconds of hesitation, I thought, "I don't know anyone here, so what's there to be afraid of?" I continued walking, becoming the center of attention. Everyone in the dining car followed me. I finally made it through the carriage, and as I was leaving, I felt someone grab my buttocks. I wanted to turn around and yell at them, but then I thought better of it and walked straight out.

Beyond the dining car was the hard-seat carriage, which was also lit, though not as brightly as the dining car. But the scene before me made me uncomfortable. There were many people on the floor, some sitting, some lying down. Good heavens, how could there be so many people? I regretted walking over there. Stepping over them meant they could see my entire lower body.

I couldn't shut myself off any longer, so I gritted my teeth and kept walking. Halfway through the carriage, I saw a man sitting up, watching me from a distance. He didn't move aside when I approached. As I lifted my leg to step over him, he suddenly stuck his finger into my vagina, then pulled it out and licked it. As

soon as I passed him, he started jeering, waking everyone around me. Now, halfway through the carriage, I was in a real predicament, so I had no choice but to keep going. Not everyone was lecherous; most people made way for me, but the jeering continued as I walked. Even at the junction of the carriages, it was crowded with people, some smoking. Almost everyone

there was a man, and they were far more unruly than the people inside the carriage. Almost everyone tried to touch me, some touching my breasts, some touching my genitals. I didn't dare say anything and just kept walking. I struggled through several hard-seat carriages until I reached the junction of the last hard-seat carriage.

I felt like someone's finger had been inside my vagina for a long time, and it was constantly stirring. I was so aroused that my vaginal fluid was flowing down my thighs. I was about to open the door when I suddenly realized it was locked. I thought if I opened the door, he would follow me in, then close and lock the door. I knew this was bad.

I quickly opened the next door, only to find it locked again. He snatched the key and said, "Play with me a little longer before you leave." Apparently, he knew there were two locked doors. He pinned me against the door and penetrated me from behind, covering my eyes to prevent me from seeing him. I

was raped by a complete stranger. His penis wasn't very large, but it was very hard, and he was fast. He ejaculated within minutes, inside my vagina again. However, it didn't seem like there was much semen; probably because he did it often, he didn't have much left. After he finished, he handed me a bag and said, "Choose one."

I looked inside and saw it was full of cell phones of all kinds. He was a thief; no wonder he knew the train so well. I said, "I don't want it, please let me go." He said, "Even thieves have their code of honor; I won't play for free," then casually picked up a cell phone, placed it in my hand, and sped away. It's hilarious; there are all kinds of people in the world.

[The End]

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