She was with her husband.

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She was doing this to her husband

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It was winter of '97. I stood at a train station in a southern city, a border city that hadn't yet experienced the boom of reform and opening up. Many people were still searching for different paths. It was the capital of a province, neither particularly prosperous nor particularly backward. Cars bustled around me. My girlfriend and I were heading back to her mother's county. It was our first time meeting, so we were carrying heavy bags. I worked for an advertising company, and my girlfriend was still a student. But her mother already knew we were dating, so she insisted we go back for New Year's Day to meet her and see what kind of future son-in-law I was.
I bought two sleeper tickets. The journey to the county would take seven hours—a long one. With the throng of people, we finally boarded the train, put our bags away, and got our seats in the middle of the train, upper berths. Because it was close to the Spring Festival, the train was packed with people, the entire carriage filled with all sorts of smells. I let my girlfriend sleep by the window, and I slept on the aisle side. My girlfriend is pretty and fair-skinned, the kind of person who seems very quiet and gentle at first glance. The reason I pursued her was because I liked her gentle and delicate appearance. But after getting to know her, I realized, alas, she's a typical case of ice on the outside, fire on the inside. Soft on the outside, strong on the inside. The

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slowly left the station, struggling through the city's congested traffic. I looked around aimlessly. Across from us were a young couple. The man was around 30, and the woman was about 27 or 28. She had a full bust, probably because she had just given birth. She was pretty, with arched eyebrows that were particularly eye-catching. She was a young married woman, and seemed to be from a small county. She wasn't dressed very well. We took the 4 PM bus. It was winter, and darkness fell quickly. Outside the window was a pitch-black night sky, occasionally illuminated by the dim yellow light of streetlights, casting shadows on the tired faces of the passengers and making the winter chill even more acute. My girlfriend and I didn't dare use the blankets on the bus, afraid they'd get dirty. So I took off my coat and covered us both. My girlfriend held me tightly, and we chatted about her childhood. Before we knew it, the bus had been traveling for four hours. People kept getting on and off. Soon, the aisle was piled high with luggage, making it impossible to move. It was already past 9 PM. My girlfriend was fast asleep next to me, but I, having been in a semi-conscious state since boarding, couldn't fall asleep. Most of the passengers were silent, with only the monotonous sound of the bus moving along. Just then, I suddenly heard a low, labored breathing sound, like someone was unwell. The sound came from the bunk opposite mine. I turned to look, and in the flickering, dim light, I saw that the couple in the opposite bunk were lying on their sides, the opposite of us. The woman was on the outside, and the man was on the inside. I was puzzled because the woman's expression was strange. Her brows were furrowed, her lips trembled slightly, and the labored breathing was coming from her mouth. Her whole body was curled up tightly like a shrimp, her hands gripping the blanket tightly, and her body was trembling. She seemed to be in great pain, occasionally biting her lip, breathing softly as if afraid of being heard. I was astonished. Was she sick and afraid of being found out? Why was she holding it in like this? So I observed her more closely.

I secretly watched as
the woman's hands pulled the blanket tightly to her chest, her eyes were closed, and the blanket covering her seemed to be trembling slightly. I wondered, was she cold? Just then, the streetlight shone on her face, revealing beads of sweat, her mouth slightly open, revealing a set of white teeth. Her nostrils were slightly flared, and her heavy breathing almost reached the opposite side; I could feel it too. Her skin wasn't as fair as my girlfriend's, and I could tell she was wearing light makeup. My girlfriend stirred beside me, looked up, and asked what time it was. Seeing she was awake, I told her, "Look, that woman across the street looks strange, like she's sick, in a lot of pain." My girlfriend glanced at her, then lowered her head, covering her mouth and chuckling softly. I asked, "What are you laughing at?" She whispered, "They're doing their business." I was even more confused. Doing their business??? At that moment, my girlfriend's hand secretly slipped under her coat to my crotch, gently rubbing it. Instantly, I understood. Oh, I see. My girlfriend rested her head on my chest, and we both stared intently at the woman in the opposite berth, while one hand unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and gently rubbed it with her thumb. I lay on my back, my right arm around my girlfriend's slender waist, my left hand inside her coat, kneading her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, just small enough to be easily grasped. The woman opposite me was breathing more heavily, her hot breath hitting me directly, the air filled with the scent of a woman's sweat, tinged with a faint fragrance of perfume. I saw the blanket on her body rising and falling rhythmically, my girlfriend's hand stroking my penis. My hand followed, moving down to her genitals through her jeans. My girlfriend pressed her body against mine, her legs tightly clamping my hand, rubbing herself. I knew she couldn't hold back anymore. I asked her, "Do you want it?" She nodded. I glanced down the aisle; no one was there, everyone was drowsy. I said, "Let me give you a suck." She slowly unzipped her jeans under her coat, unbuttoning her waistband. I slipped my fingers into her panties, gently probing. My girlfriend had thick pubic hair, even though she was petite. I often jokingly called her a juicer because of her strong libido. She secreted a lot of fluid, and sometimes I wondered how someone so thin could produce so much. Soon, my fingers were covered in her fluid, and my girlfriend was sucking on my earlobe, her body heating up. I slowly pulled myself under my coat, and she curled up too, her legs slightly parted. I buried my head between her legs, sticking out my tongue and licking the edge of her panties. Her secretions increased, and I pulled down her panties, licking in the darkness. My girlfriend squeezed my head tightly, and my mouth held a small, protruding nipple. My face was wet, smelling fishy, the scent of a woman. My tongue moved in and out of warm, soft flesh. My left hand went inside her clothes, kneading her breasts, while my right hand grasped her firm buttocks. My girlfriend thrust her hips a few times, and a stream of salty fluid splashed onto my face; she had reached orgasm. I lay back down, my little brother standing tall and erect, my girlfriend's hand still tightly holding mine, her face resting against my chest, breathing softly, a blush on her cheeks, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

(Four Wonderful Encounters )
I said to my girlfriend, "Can you help me out?" She was more than happy to oblige. It was her turn to bury her head between my legs and take my penis into her mouth, starting her "job." I was rubbing her breasts with both hands while watching the woman opposite me. Suddenly, the woman stopped trembling, but her brows were still furrowed. She opened her eyes, meeting mine. Seeing me staring at her, she blushed and gave me an embarrassed smile. I smiled back, still looking at her. Her husband, probably finished, turned away and went to sleep. A thought flashed through my mind. I gestured to the woman with my eyes, indicating she should look in my direction. The woman noticed the strange bulge in my crotch, which was moving up and down. Instantly, her eyes widened, and her previously relaxed body curled up again. My girlfriend was diligently sucking my penis under her coat, her tongue licking the head, my penis covered in her saliva. My hands weren't idle either; my right hand reached down to touch her vulva, my middle finger inserting into her vagina, probing left and right, while my left hand gently pinched her nipples, feeling their erection. The woman opposite us watched intently, then resumed sucking, letting out soft breaths. I glanced at both sides of the aisle; it was still quiet. So, I boldly reached out and gently lifted my coat a little, saying to my girlfriend, "Let you get some fresh air." Actually, I was looking at the woman opposite us. Sure enough, one of her hands went back under the covers, her eyes fixed on the gap I'd opened, her head leaning towards me, a look of longing on her face. Then, the woman's blanket subtly moved; I guessed she might not have been satisfied yet and was now masturbating. Especially under such stimulation, the lingering afterglow was eager to be released. The woman's breathing grew heavier, and I felt her hot breath on my face. My girlfriend below me quickened her breathing, her movements becoming more and more pronounced. My penis remained erect, occasionally catching the light from outside and revealing a glint of saliva. The glistening head of my penis grew larger, filling her mouth. Her vagina, under the stimulation of my right hand, gushed forth copious amounts of fluid, leaving my hand covered in it. At this moment, the woman opposite me stretched her head further and further out, half of her body protruding from the bunk to observe my actions more clearly, though she herself was unaware of it. Watching her face draw closer, I could no longer resist. I pulled my coat up even wider, letting her see most of what was happening. My girlfriend's face was puffed out, her hands stroking my scrotum as she sucked on my penis, her head bobbing up and down, occasionally letting out soft moans. Perhaps my penis was penetrating too deeply, touching her throat. What a bizarre scene! Outside, the night rushes by in the cold wind, but inside the car, a warm, intimate atmosphere prevails. I was just accompanying my girlfriend on her way to visit relatives, but now I'm being sucked on the inside of the car by her, while a strange woman watches, eager to have her way. With each thrust from my girlfriend, waves of pleasure wash over me, and my glans throbs as I ejaculate in her mouth. My girlfriend and I have performed oral sex before, so she's quite familiar with my semen and swallows it without resistance. However, I ejaculated too much; she couldn't swallow it all at once, and some dripped down her chin, a white line onto my pants. At this moment, the woman's breath became even hotter, tickling my face. It carried a strong scent of perfume. Because I don't like my girlfriend wearing makeup, I rarely smell women's perfume, and now it's particularly sensitive to it. I see the woman's expression is one of pain; I know she must be suffering. Her husband is asleep again, and she's just watching someone else suffer. My girlfriend licked the semen off my brother, wiped it clean with a tissue, then lay down contentedly, hugging me, and slowly drifted off to sleep again with the swaying of the car. It was already past 10 pm, but I wasn't sleepy at all. I saw the woman across from me moving under the covers again. Her face was towards me, her eyes half-open, her mouth slightly parted, her tongue slightly protruding, gently licking her lips. I looked at her, then around; it was quiet, everyone was fast asleep. So I made a bold move, reaching my hand over and slipping it under her covers when she wasn't looking. She immediately realized what was happening and pushed my hand away, but I simply stretched my body out a little, letting my hand go deeper, touching her breast. She resisted for a moment, then stopped moving, just staring wide-eyed around, looking to make sure no one was watching. She released the covers, and my hand slid deep inside. I squeezed her breasts hard, comparing them; they were much bigger than my girlfriend's, soft, and lacked elasticity. Even through her clothes, her bra was thin, made of fabric, unlike those in the city. She gripped my hand tightly, as if afraid. I ignored her and reached my other hand down there, directly to her lower body. I found she wasn't wearing anything; her panties were down to her knees. It was clear she had been having sex with her husband. Her genitals were wet, with fine, sparse pubic hair, which was matted together by the discharge. I inserted my fingers into her vagina; it was wet, sticky, and warm, with many folds. She leaned forward, wanting my fingers to go deeper. I dug and probed forcefully, poking around with my middle finger. She moved again, opening her legs slightly, and I inserted two fingers while my other hand frantically kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her nipples were large, probably from previous wet breastfeeding. She let out a low moan, her mouth opening wider as she gasped for breath. Water gushed out from below, my hands were covered in her fluids. I pulled my hand back and smelled it; it had a fishy smell, but not foul. The fluid was clear, glistening on my fingertips. Seeing me pull my hand away, she looked at me longingly, her eyes filled with desire, tightly gripping my other hand. I leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "What's your name?" She looked back; her husband was still asleep. She whispered, "My name is Zhuzhu. Don't come any closer, people will see." I said, "Okay, then I'll just kiss you." I lowered my head, and she hesitated, then reluctantly leaned in to kiss my lips. They were fleshy and full. There was a hint of lipstick; she had applied it. My tongue slipped inside, touching her teeth. I gently stroked her teeth with my tongue, and slowly she opened her mouth. I touched her tongue, and our tongues intertwined. My saliva flowed into her mouth as well. I kissed her, and then I sucked on her tongue forcefully. She started to respond, becoming more passionate. She hooked her hand around my head and began to suck on my tongue as well. My hand then quietly slipped down and entered her vagina. She trembled all over because I had penetrated very deeply, reaching the very tip. I dug there forcefully. She closed her eyes, immersed in desire, her eyelashes trembling slightly. My tongue continued to entwine her mouth, and her juices flowed down, wetting her pants.

(Five acts of intercourse)
I gently pulled my body out from under my coat and quietly stepped over. My girlfriend was already asleep, turned over. The other passengers were silent; no one noticed. The woman opposite me felt my actions during my passionate kiss, but she couldn't resist. She desperately tried to push her husband back to make room for me. Her husband mumbled something in his sleep and then fell silent. I slowly squeezed over, and now the three of us were crammed into one bunk. Her husband was on the inside, Zhuzhu was in the middle, and I was on the outside. I unzipped my pants and released my already erect penis, which bounced right next to her hand. Her hand grasped it intentionally or unintentionally and began to gently stroke it. My right hand continued to penetrate her vagina, while my left hand caressed her breasts. My mouth gradually kissed her nose, forehead, ears, and neck, slowly moving downwards. Her body was stiff; she dared not move because she was now pressed tightly against her husband and me, unable to move even if she wanted to. I took out her breasts and examined them closely in the light. Her nipples were like small dates, a bit dark, and her areolas were small and not very white. But it was already erect. I took it into my mouth, and Zhuzhu's body trembled, but she didn't dare to move. I ignored her and sucked hard, again and again, licking the nipple and the bud with my tongue. Then I took it all into my mouth, filling it completely. My penis was getting bigger and bigger, and Zhuzhu moaned again. My hand moved faster and faster, and she was getting wet. My hand moved faster and faster in sync with her, and my mouth bit the other nipple, sucking desperately. Zhuzhu kept pressing my head down, but I broke free, raised my head, and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to go." She shook her head and glanced to the side, meaning her husband was there, so it wasn't okay. I couldn't care less about that, because my penis was about to burst from her grip. If I didn't go in, I would die. I pulled my hand back, put my arm around her shoulder, and we lay on our sides facing each other. My penis thrust forward, and Zhuzhu tried to pull back, but there was nowhere left to retreat. On the contrary, her husband, because it was too crowded, pushed outwards a little. I pressed my penis against her vulva, but her legs were tightly closed, preventing penetration; it just nestled within her pubic hair. A tingling sensation spread across my glans; her vagina was slippery, so I used the lubrication to my advantage, thrusting in and out while kissing her and teasing her with my tongue. Soon, her juices increased, and her legs gradually opened, my penis between them, moving in and out. I caressed her labia, gently pinching her nipples. Gradually, her desire intensified, her lower body involuntarily thrusting towards me. My penis plunged in, the glans already inside her labia. Then, with a thrust of my hips, I pushed it all the way in, holding her tightly, my penis motionless. Her breathing became heavier, her hot breath spraying into my ear, her lower body gripping me tightly, hot fluid flowing onto my scrotum. I lowered my head again and suckled her breast, gently biting her nipple in my mouth. Her body began to writhe restlessly. I asked her, "Want to move?" She nodded, her eyes tightly closed. So I slowly laid her flat. You can imagine how difficult this was; we couldn't move too much, we had to be careful, and constantly observe the surroundings. Finally, she was in a prone position, and I lay on top of her, a thin quilt covering us. Our lower bodies were tightly connected. Then, I began to slowly thrust. I looked at her husband; he was fast asleep. Zhuzhu opened her eyes, her hair disheveled, covered with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her red lips slightly parted, exhaling warm breath. I put my tongue into her mouth, gently supporting my body with my hands, afraid of pressing too hard on her. The thrusting below gradually quickened, and Zhuzhu's juices flowed more freely. I could hear soft hissing sounds, the unique sound of lovemaking—the sound of water. My glans began to feel rhythmically sucked, and Zhuzhu's vagina began to contract. Her vagina wasn't very tight, just enough for me to thrust, and the depth was just right for me to reach the tip. Each time I reached the tip, Zhuzhu's brows would furrow beautifully, and she would exhale deeply. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Zhuzhu's hands gripped my shoulders, her mouth clenched, emitting suppressed moans of "Mmm...mmm..." The contractions of her vagina quickened, and my glans began to throb, constantly rubbing against her tender inner flesh. My hands naturally gripped her breasts tightly, kneading them vigorously. Suddenly, her eyes rolled upwards and closed. At the same time, her lower body clamped tightly around me, her hands gripping me firmly, preventing me from moving. A surge of heat gushed out, burning my glans; she had reached orgasm. I lay down, enjoying the softness of her breasts, while my mouth sucked on her tongue, letting my glans reach its deepest point, letting her fully experience the orgasm!

Six. During the intense battle
, my penis was still hard inside Zhuzhu. She had already climaxed, but I hadn't yet, because I had just ejaculated in my girlfriend's mouth, so I wouldn't ejaculate again so quickly. At this moment, her husband turned around, and we were startled. Fortunately, he didn't wake up. I quickly rolled off, and Zhuzhu turned around to face her husband. I lay behind her, and she used her body to shield me. There was a pause, and no movement. So I got restless again. I hugged Zhuzhu from behind, and my penis entered her vagina. Zhuzhu also bent her legs to make it easier for me to enter. So we were in a rear-entry position. I kissed Zhuzhu's earlobe, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and gently moved my penis. Zhuzhu had just climaxed, and her crotch was wet. My penis went in and out of that wetness. I took the opportunity to lift her clothes up and caress her skin, her back, and her buttocks. After a while, Zhuzhu started moaning again, and I began to feel pleasure. I put my finger in Zhuzhu's mouth and made her suck on it. Zhuzhu obediently sucked on it, and it was still wet with her juices. I kissed her face and her hair, and my penis thrust faster, going all the way in with each stroke. Zhuzhu had to grab her penis with both hands to avoid being squeezed by me. At the same time, she pushed her buttocks back to match my thrusts. My hands roamed over Zhuzhu's body, slowly touching her buttocks and her anus, which was also wet with her juices. I thrust into her forcefully, causing her vagina to contract again. My fingers, however, quietly slipped into her anus, slowly inserting my middle finger. At first, she didn't notice because my thrusting was stimulating her with waves of pleasure, and her nerves were numb. By the time she felt pain, I had already inserted half of my middle finger. She turned her head, her beautiful brows furrowed, and mumbled indistinctly, "Mmm... mmm... it hurts... it hurts..." I didn't say anything, but intensified my thrusting. After about twenty thrusts, my middle finger went in a little more. Zhuzhu stopped complaining of pain and groaned softly, "Mmm... ahh..." I whispered in her ear, "Does it still hurt? Is it comfortable?" "Mmm... mmm... comfortable..." I went even deeper, my middle finger also starting to thrust in and out of her anus. Zhuzhu was filled from both ends, sweat sticking to her forehead, and her lower body was constantly wet. After thrusting for a while, I pulled my glans out of her vagina and pressed it against her anus, slowly squeezing it into her rectum. To be honest, my girlfriend and I had tried all sorts of positions, but I had never been able to finish her anus. Because she was afraid of pain and couldn't bear it. This time, I wanted to take this opportunity to have some fun. Zhu Zhu's brows were furrowed; she seemed to be in a lot of pain. I said softly, "Bear with it, it'll be over soon."
Zhu Zhu pushed me away with her hands, twisting and turning her buttocks, trying to stop me from entering, but she didn't dare to make any big movements. I held on tightly, pushing the entire head of my penis inside. I said again, "Just a little bit more, don't move." This time, Zhu Zhu didn't move, obediently letting me push it in. My penis trembled gently inside her anus. I stroked her breasts while kissing her ear, saying, "See, it's okay now, I'm going to move." Zhu Zhu hummed in response. I started to gently thrust in and out. Her anus was tight, a little dry, but I was very excited. After all, this was my first time entering a woman's anus. Even my girlfriend had never given me this, and this tight, enveloping feeling was unprecedented. Zhu Zhu then pulled my hand and touched her vagina. It turned out that her vagina had lost its fullness, making her uncomfortable. Just like that, my fingers, inserted into Zhu Zhu's vagina, gently touched her, just in time to grab my penis. "What's wrong...?" "Not done yet?" Why is it wet???
I had to push her hand away. "Stop it, it's just sweat." My girlfriend looked at me suspiciously, but couldn't figure out what it was. She gave up. The train arrived at the station then, and people got up. I glanced at Zhuzhu; her husband was still asleep, and she was staring blankly out the window, perhaps still savoring the moment? Soon, the train stopped, and passengers slowly disembarked. My girlfriend packed her luggage and told me to leave. I deliberately lingered, trying to talk to Zhuzhu, but her husband had also gotten up and was busy packing with her. Seeing no chance, I got off the train, and my girlfriend and I began our family visit.

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