My friend's wife on the bus

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The first time I met Jin Min, I was captivated by her charming demeanor and boundless feminine allure. I couldn't help but sleep with her, and we both reached an unparalleled state of blissful ecstasy.
But if I were to indulge in this pleasure and repeatedly take advantage of my friend's newlywed wife, I would be too despicable. That's why, even though Jin Min's magnetic and gentle voice aroused my desire, I had to force myself to say something against my conscience to her.
So when Jin Min mentioned again that my penis had made her vagina red and swollen, I seized the opportunity to ask her, "You've been married to Wan Li for two months, you must have done it more times than us, have you ever had it so swollen?"
Jin Min lightly scoffed and said, "His... isn't as big as yours, and he didn't last as long as you, how could he make me swollen?"
I immediately said, "We've only done it once, and it made your vagina so swollen, which means our sizes aren't compatible, it's better not to do it again!"
Jin Min didn't expect me to say that, she was slightly taken aback, and could only say, "It's best not to do it again, otherwise how can I face Wan Li..."
"Yes! Wanli is my good classmate. We can't make the same mistake again. We need to be more rational!"
After hearing what I said, Jinmin was silent for a moment, then said in a voice barely above a whisper, "But I'm a little worried..."
I asked, puzzled, "Worried about what? What happened at the MTV yesterday afternoon, I promise you, I will never tell anyone!"
Jinmin knew I had misunderstood, and quickly said, "I believe you won't tell anyone, and I won't either... What I was going to say was..."
"Jinmin! We've done everything, what else can't you tell me?"
Jinmin was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone.
I was a little anxious: "Tell me... it's okay..."
Jin Min hesitated, her voice tinged with shyness: "I mean... after your thing has been inside me, I'm afraid I'll never have an orgasm again when I'm with Wan Li..."
My darn habit of teasing women slipped out again: "Oh? You mean you're worried that after your vagina has been inside my big penis, you'll lose interest in sex with smaller ones?"
Jin Min said, embarrassed and flustered: "Why do you have to say it? I... oh dear! I don't know how to say it!"
Jin Min's meaning was clear. I believed that if I immediately asked Jin Min to meet for a night of real sex, even if I broke her vagina and made her bleed, she would agree.
But I couldn't do that, so I pretended not to hear what she said and deliberately made up some irrelevant and boring topics. Jin Min was amused to the point of being furious, but helpless. Finally, she said angrily, "I think it's best if we never see each other again... No! I think I'll forget I've ever met you!"
Jin Min hung up the phone without waiting for my reply. I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. After all, her beautifully endowed vulva with its layers of tender flesh was something I had never seen before. It would be a real pity to give it up. Sigh! If only she weren't the wife of a bookworm. I had
insomnia again that night, and only fell into a drowsy sleep when it was almost dawn. When I woke up, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. Fortunately, it was Sunday, and I didn't have to go to work. Otherwise, I would have been irresponsible and lost my job because of her vulva.
Although I've slept with Jin Min and Ling Shan these past two days, why is it that every time I wake up and open my eyes, all I can think about is Ling Shan's younger sister, that aloof and glamorous Ling Yu? I wonder what she was thinking last night when she saw my penis tightly inserted into her sister's vagina?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but pick up the phone and dial their address. After a few rings, a soft and alluring voice came from the other end. I knew immediately it was Ling Shan, the older sister who had just experienced her first orgasm since I deflowered her yesterday. I said gently, "Hello! Are you Ling Shan?"
Ling Shan didn't recognize my voice at first: "Yes, this is her. And who are you?"
"You forgot? I delivered flowers to your place last night, and we..."
I started to say, but she hung up the phone. I stared blankly at the receiver for a while. She must hate me to death.
Since ancient times, countless tragedies involving women, those small, intimate spaces, have led to the downfall of kingdoms and the ruin of cities. Why can't we men understand this?
On Monday morning, I arrived at the Hulin Street bus stop, the place where Lingyu usually boards the bus, before dawn. No matter what, I had to know how Lingyu would react after seeing me with her sister.
I forced myself to stay awake, watching the waves of men and women getting on and off the bus with sleepy eyes. Finally, her beautiful, dark hair appeared amidst the commuting crowd. Lingyu had arrived. Her eyebrows were still as beautiful and flowing as spring mountains, her deep and captivating eyes were still so mysterious and alluring, and her straight nose was like a Venus sculpture, making one dare not defile her.
Surprisingly... after she appeared in the crowd, her beautifully curved lips maintained a slight smile, subtly tugging at the beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, exuding a cool and alluring charm, as if nothing had happened yesterday.
Today, her outfit was... wow! A pale purple, pointed-collar, form-fitting long-sleeved silk blouse, paired with a purple leather handbag, and a purple crystal necklace that accentuated her delicate, snow-white neck—truly the epitome of flawless skin! Her breasts were high and full, bouncing gracefully; clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra again today.
She wore a slightly darker pleated purple knee-length skirt, the soft silk fabric clinging to her curves and accentuating her shapely breasts and full, slightly upturned buttocks. Beneath the hem, a pair of snow-white, rounded calves were revealed, and she wore dark purple high heels that emphasized her tall figure. All that was focused on her were the burning desire in the eyes of every man in the waiting station and the envious glances of every woman waiting for her train.
She walked past me as if she didn't notice me, her gaze so unfamiliar, as if she had never seen me before. Yet, seemingly intentionally, she stood less than a meter in front of me, her long black hair cascading over her soft shoulders, her back view a captivating curve that made it impossible for me to look away.
Every time she turned her head to look where the bus was coming from, her alluring buttocks swayed slightly, as if beckoning to me. Underneath her purple skirt... Ah! She wasn't wearing stockings today, and her smooth, fair, and slender calves made me think of her round, snow-white thighs above them. This aroused my penis, which had been dormant for a day and a night, to stand erect, hard enough to burst out of my pants. The thought made my head throb and my blood boil. Did she want to be with me on the bus again today...
?
Lost in my own thoughts, the bus arrived. Amidst the throng, I followed closely behind her onto the bus, as usual. People are strange like that; every male office worker's eyes were ablaze with desire at her sight. But as she lifted her beautiful legs to step onto the bus, the men around her, with remarkable gentlemanly manners, made way for her, seemingly afraid to even touch the hem of her dress.
As the bus started moving, it pulled the crowd back, and her alluring body naturally leaned against me. Following closely behind, I couldn't resist reaching out to cup her shapely buttocks. Wow! Through the thin silk pleats of her skirt, it felt smooth to the touch, like caressing her smooth, snowy buttocks. Could it be... she wasn't wearing underwear today?
In the crowded throng, she seemed oblivious to my hand stroking her smooth, snowy buttocks. I was already plotting how to get her to turn around so that my erect penis, about to burst out of my pants, could once again kiss her protruding mons pubis. If she really wasn't wearing underwear, maybe today my thick penis could break through the forbidden zone and enjoy the moist embrace of her virgin vagina.
My hand, caressing her beautiful buttocks, felt the warmth of her flesh, smooth and silky. Her body began to tremble slightly. My other hand quietly lifted her skirt, and as it touched the inside of her bare thighs, goosebumps rose on her firm, rounded thigh muscles.
She tilted her head, blinked her fan-like eyelashes, and narrowed her deep, mysterious eyes, letting out a soft breath, as if encouraging me to go further.
I boldly slipped my hand into her smooth, creamy cleft—oh my god! The object I touched was a silk panty that looked like a thin rope. Today she was wearing a thong, and the thick, curly pubic hair peeking out from both sides of the rope was already covered with her slippery, lustful fluid, which made my heart race. Was she dressed like this today to make it easier for my big penis to help her break free?
My fingers parted the thin rope and caressed her tender labia. Lingyu's clitoris was already fully engorged with blood. I pulled on the thin labia, which were soft and surprisingly could be stretched quite a bit. Occasionally, I pressed on the part where there might be a protrusion hidden with the tip of my middle finger. To my surprise, the clitoris was already swollen in the pubic hair. I pressed my fingers on Qiao Lingyu's clitoris for five or six seconds.
Lingyu remained conscious. Her vagina wasn't fully moist, though it was slightly more lubricated than before. A strong sense of curiosity welled up inside me: was Lingyu a virgin? I slowly pried open her tightly closed labia with my index finger and inserted it into the honeyed cave hidden beneath the lush pubic hair. The moment I entered, the dignified image Lingyu tried to maintain in front of me almost crumbled. I gently inserted my finger into her vagina, feeling the inner walls gripping it. My fingertip felt a hard, fleshy ball, and when I gently rubbed it there, it gripped my finger even tighter.
My fingers broke through Lingyu's flesh, touching her most sensitive spot. Lingyu felt an unbearable restlessness;
it was the first time a man had entered her jade gate. Although it was only a fingertip, it filled her with immense shame. Yet, a feeling of fullness and satisfaction also clearly traveled from her entire body to her brain. Her naturally chaste nature compelled her to remain silent.
My fingers encountered resistance as I continued forward. I realized I had reached Nie Lingyu's hymen. Indeed, the Nie Lingyu I had longed for was still a virgin, and I was overjoyed.
Seeing Lingyu's joyful and alluring expression, I vigorously probed her flower garden with my fingers. She could feel some honey-like fluid flowing from her secret place. Satisfied, I withdrew my fingers.
I quietly freed one hand and pulled down the zipper of my pants, which were about to burst. My erect penis sprang out from the unzipped pants, the swollen, purple glans ready to explode if it didn't enter her beautiful hole soon.
I quietly moved closer to her buttocks, my hard glans just touching her snow-white, delicate buttocks when she turned her head and twisted, causing my glans to miss its target.
To my shock, as she turned, I saw the short, lewd-looking man with glasses who had pressed his lower body against her on the bus the first day, standing right in front of her.
The lust emanating from the man's small eyes seemed to pierce through his thick glasses.
Just as I was about to warn her about the bespectacled man, something unbelievable happened. Amidst the swaying of the bus and the jostling of the crowd, she was pressed face-to-face with the bespectacled man, who barely reached her ear. I stared, dumbfounded. His erect penis, bulging from his ripped pants, was hanging in mid-air, unable to move. I quickly pulled it back into my pants.
The cleavage of her shapely breasts seemed to be clamping down on the bespectacled man's chin. A sudden bulge of veins appeared on his forehead, and her protruding vulva pressed against his lower abdomen. I could clearly see that he had already thrust his short, bulging penis between her legs. Good heavens! What was going on?
I couldn't resist reaching out and gently tugging at her arm, trying to remind her if she was sticking to the wrong person. Suddenly, she spread her legs, lowering her body by about an inch. This meant the breath from her alluring lips was blowing directly onto the bespectacled man's nose, while her protruding vulva was pressed against his hard penis. The bespectacled man had probably never experienced such pleasure in his life. His eyes bulged with rage, and he thrust his penis against her erect vulva. Ah! She was actually thrusting her vulva against the bespectacled man? I realized she was going to get revenge on me.
My mind went blank. I stared at her, her eyes slightly narrowed, her prominent mons pubis meeting the bespectacled man's erect, ugly penis. Between her slightly parted legs, her mons pubis and the bespectacled man's penis were pressed so tightly together.
I never imagined that the sleazy, ugly bespectacled man would have such good fortune. I wished I were that ugly bespectacled man.
At that moment, Lingyu suddenly unbuttoned the second button of her shirt. Ah, she was going to expose her breasts to the bespectacled man.

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