I went to the bus beauty's house

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The next day at work, I was in a daze all day, not knowing what I had done. When it was time to leave work, I felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation. Once on the bus, I lost my usual composure, spacing out and looking around absentmindedly. The girls standing nearby, thinking I was a newly minted, naive bus pervert looking for a target, gradually moved away with disgust.
What should have been a short journey felt like several trips in a row. Only when I lost hope in my anxiety did I continue to stand there, lost in thought.
After what seemed like an eternity, a familiar scream suddenly came from the crowd nearby. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately pushed through the crowd, despite their disapproval.
Sure enough, the familiar figure of the woman appeared before me, but her eyes were filled with boundless fear. The lewd middle-aged man had her trapped between the pillar and the back of the seat next to him, making it impossible for her to move. He was pressing his entire body against her. The people around me were indifferent. Several girls, seemingly relieved that they hadn't been targeted, looked on with schadenfreude as they watched the woman suffer.
I was instantly enraged. I pushed through the crowd, shoved the sleazy man aside, pulled the woman into my arms, and tried to take her away. However, the sleazy man used his position to wed the woman's handbag against a pillar, looking at me defiantly.
Normally, I would have punched him in the face. But now, I just glared at him fiercely and slowly reached into my pocket.
The sleazy man's face changed drastically, even showing fear. I knew he was afraid I'd pull out my weapon—something I, at my age, often do when provoked, especially by a woman, and I do it without considering the consequences.
So, I deliberately paused, my fierce gaze seemingly hesitant, then shifted my position and slowly pulled out a hundred-yuan bill.
Seeing that I didn't pull out anything, the sleazy man breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes immediately filled with greed. Without thinking, he grabbed the hundred-yuan bill I was holding to my chest, trying to snatch it.
But I didn't let go, still glaring at him fiercely. The sleazy man was taken aback, then realized my intention. He immediately moved his body, releasing the woman's handbag. Then he tugged at the hundred-yuan bill in my hand, thinking we had made a deal, but I still didn't let go.
The sleazy man looked at me with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. I slowly put my left hand into my pocket. The sleazy man froze, looking at me and then at the woman, finally understanding my meaning. He grinned lewdly, lightly patted his cheek, then his chest. Only then did I release the hundred-yuan bill.
I knew that the sleazy man wouldn't bother the woman in my arms anymore. These scoundrels, though shameless, were quite respectful of men's money in helping others. If he takes my money and then goes back on his word, not only will I teach him a lesson in the power of fists, but his thugs will also look down on him. This is the classic type of scoundrel who's obsessed with saving face
and suffers for it. Having resolved the woman's crisis, I led her to a corner of the carriage. Neither of us spoke. This time
, the woman didn't turn to the side or back to me; instead, she gently leaned against my chest, her hands lightly around my waist, her entire weight pressing against me. This position allowed me to deeply feel how soft and large her firm breasts were. Like two warm hot water bottles placed on my chest.
And this position allowed her mature scent to easily enter my nostrils, letting me breathe in her unique aroma, along with the sexual information that excites every man.
I knew the woman was aroused. Because I had repeatedly helped her escape the bus pervert, and even more so because I had permanently rid herself of the stalker who had been following her with a hundred-yuan bill.
Sometimes, women are that simple. Protect her when she needs it most, and she'll be moved, her heart stirred.
I knew my penis was hard again, slowly rising along her lower abdomen. Because I was moved too. Protecting a woman is a man's instinct, and the thrill of that success is no less than the sexual pleasure between a man and a woman. Especially since the woman in my arms was a married woman, such a beautiful married woman.
A pleasure that transcended morality made my heart pound violently. As if knowing my feelings, my hard, large penis also throbbed powerfully with my heartbeat. And the woman in my arms hadn't moved since she nestled in my arms, not even an inch even when my large penis was deeply embedded in the soft flesh of her lower abdomen.
I knew she knew my feelings at that moment. So, I gently stroked her back with both hands, then naturally placed them on her round buttocks, slowly but firmly grasping them.

"Ouch...be gentle."
Perhaps I was too rough, the woman groaned softly, whispering in my arms. I immediately eased my grip, my desire calming down. With my large penis still erect, I simply held the woman in my arms, gently stroking her back and buttocks.
Three years had passed. My setbacks at work, my failures in love, my confusion about life, my helplessness in the face of existence had made me forget the taste of a woman.
At this moment, I suddenly felt real, felt like a real man.
Just then, when I heard the familiar announcement of the bus stop, I suddenly realized I had arrived at my stop, and the woman in my arms had already passed her stop. At this moment, the woman in my arms looked up at my surprised expression and smiled slightly.
"No one's home tonight, I don't need to go home."
My heart skipped a beat, and a surge of desire instantly appeared in my eyes. I didn't speak, but instead pulled the woman off the bus, half-dragging, half-carrying her back to my cramped rented room.
Entering the house and closing the door, the woman and I seemed to understand each other perfectly. Without a word, we embraced passionately, kissing each other wildly and tearing at each other's clothes.
Soon, the woman's mysterious, alluring body, clad in a gray business suit, was revealed before me. Her skin was flawless, warm, soft, and fragrant.
I buried my face in her large breasts, licking, sucking, and biting them greedily. The woman clenched her teeth, letting out seductive moans, and understandingly arched her chest, allowing me to savor her breasts even more thoroughly.
When I kissed between her legs, the sparse, feathery pubic hair and the slightly parted, pale pink labia instantly ignited all my desire.
I didn't even bother to savor the most mysterious part of this woman's body with my mouth. I pushed her legs up to her breasts, knelt down on the bed, and slowly but firmly pressed my large, hard penis against the tips of her already moist, pale pink labia.
The slippery, warm sensation from the glans was intoxicating. I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned forward, thrusting my hips forward.
"Plop!"
"Ah..." With a suppressed scream from the woman, followed by a muffled splash like a fish leaping into water, my large, long penis was deeply inserted into her vagina.
This mysterious place was so hot and slippery. The slight contractions almost made me ejaculate prematurely.
This woman's vagina felt so good! It wasn't as tight as my ex-girlfriend's, but it had a softness I had never experienced before. It seemed that every fold of flesh inside her vagina brought indescribable pleasure to my hard penis.
My hard penis seemed to be larger and longer than any woman had ever seen, causing her delicate eyebrows to furrow slightly when she tried to please me.
That night, the woman and I skipped dinner; we made love passionately. I thrust deeply, and when she got tired, she sat on me, vigorously moving her hips.
Perhaps it was the wet dream from the night before that gave me the ability to last longer. After she climaxed, we held each other tightly and fell into a deep sleep. I still hadn't ejaculated; my penis remained hard inside her as we drifted off to sleep together.
The next morning, we both woke up simultaneously, didn't speak, and continued our passionate lovemaking until it was time for us to go to work. And I still hadn't ejaculated.
Although she seemed worried about me not having ejaculated when we parted, I could see in her eyes a deep appreciation for my performance and a profound attachment.
At work, I suddenly regretted not asking her name or her contact information. So, I anxiously awaited the end of the workday.
Finally, the end of the workday arrived, and I rushed out of the company gate and squeezed onto the bus. I wasn't sure if the timing was right; I was single-mindedly focused on seeing that woman on the bus.
Time ticked by, and I kept looking around, as if time itself had stopped.
Finally, when the bus stopped at a bus stop, a familiar figure boarded. I could see clearly the woman's eyes filled with endless expectation and anxious searching. When she saw me, she smiled instantly, like a blooming rose.
The woman walked up to me, habitually standing in front of me, her arms around my waist and her chest, like lovers reunited after a long separation.
My penis, as always, was hard, even harder and larger because of last night's frenzy without ejaculation.
As the rush hour crowd engulfed us, and we squeezed into a corner of the carriage, the woman's right hand reached between my legs, slowly unzipping my pants, then pulling my underwear aside, and laboriously pulling out my large, hard penis.
Then, the woman gently kissed me, slowly turned around, and used her round, pert buttocks to tightly hold my exposed penis.
Only then did I realize that the woman was wearing a very short skirt that barely covered her hips, but her coat and stockings had obscured it.
Suddenly, I understood her intentions. A secret affair on a public bus—this was the ultimate goal countless perverts on public buses aspired to but could never achieve!
My heart pounded, and then I felt a pang of guilt and shame. I glanced around furtively and found that people were still absorbed in their own worlds and not paying attention to us. The lecherous middle-aged man from yesterday wasn't there either, and I felt relieved.
The next moment, I slowly lifted the woman's skirt, placed my enormous penis inside, and then covered it with the skirt. I reached between her legs, intending to pull down her panties, but suddenly discovered they were empty.
It turned out the woman had planned this public bus encounter all along. I was overjoyed! Such a lovely woman! So, I groped for my glans and pressed it against a moist spot, about to push, but because of the wrong position, I couldn't get it in. After several attempts, almost attracting the attention of those around me, I was covered in sweat.
"Fool, you're so clumsy!"
The woman turned her head and gave me a charmingly glaring look, then slightly lifted her hips and swayed her waist. With a soft "plop," my large glans, which I couldn't even insert with my hand, was firmly sucked in by her lift and sway.
This is what a married woman is like! Even though she still looks as pure and shy as a young girl, in terms of sex, she is already a self-taught expert.
So, I thrust my hips forward, and the remaining part of my penis was inserted into the woman's moist and soft body.
After that, neither of us moved, only relying on the swaying of the bus to make our bodies rub against each other, creating an unparalleled pleasure of our secret affair.
All the way, I felt like I was in a dream, and I almost groaned. The woman, meanwhile, kept her mouth shut and remained silent.
Finally, as we neared our destination, I could no longer withstand the waves of intense pleasure and ejaculated violently inside her.
One spurt after another! I ejaculated more than a dozen times before stopping. My penis remained rock hard.
The woman, however, didn't seem to mind that I had ejaculated inside her. After I finished, she didn't immediately let me pull out to wipe myself. Instead, she continued to envelop my penis with her body until the pleasure subsided and it gradually softened and shrank. Only then did she stuff a pre-prepared tissue between her legs, and slowly turn around, using her loose top as cover, carefully and meticulously wiping my muddy penis.
"My husband is away on a business trip tomorrow, and my daughter is going back to her dorm. Do you have time?"
The woman gently and delicately cleaned my penis, then gently tucked it into my underwear and zipped it up before softly speaking to me.
"Yes." I knew exactly what that meant. This meant that my relationship with the woman wasn't just a one-night stand, but something that could last.
"This is my phone number, we'll contact each other tomorrow." The woman handed me a piece of paper, turned, got out of the car, and left, leaving me tossing and turning all night.
The next day after work, I contacted the woman via phone and went to her house as agreed. It was an ordinary residential community; her house had four bedrooms and two living rooms. The interior decoration was simple, but not shabby.
The woman was wearing a pink, semi-transparent nightgown, which aroused my desire. Just as I was about to make a move, the woman angrily stopped me, saying, "Silly boy, let's eat first. We have time tonight."
So, amidst the woman's endless allure, I ate the dinner she had carefully prepared for me without tasting it.
After dinner, ignoring the woman's insistence on clearing the dishes, I pushed her onto the messy table and fucked her hard.
This time, the woman didn't hold back; she moaned loudly, completely unconcerned about the neighbors hearing.
After the passion subsided, the woman, weak from exhaustion, tidied up the restaurant, and then we took a bath together before embracing and entering their bedroom.
Above the large bed hung a wedding photo of the woman and her husband. Perhaps due to its age, it was somewhat faded and blurry, and I couldn't see it clearly.
Holding the woman and lying on her soft bed, I had a strange feeling, as if I were in my own home.
That night, we didn't make love. When my penis became hard and erect again, I simply penetrated the woman's body deeply. The woman lay on top of me, and we caressed each other, chatting softly.
That night, I learned the woman's name, her life story, and her seemingly harmonious but unhappy family.
The woman also came from a rural background. After graduating from university, in order to stay in the city, she broke up with her first love and married a colleague who owned this house and had been pursuing her relentlessly.
After marriage, her husband treated her very well, but the woman always felt that something was missing. It wasn't until she overheard her husband drunkenly bragging to his friends that she realized even the most beautiful woman needs a house, and with a house, she could have a good woman—just look at my wife.
That's when she understood that her husband had married her only because she was beautiful, simply because she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever been with. His kindness towards her after marriage was merely a man's obligation.
Later, she even more accidentally discovered a hard drive containing videos and photos of her husband having affairs with other women every time he went on business trips.
The woman wasn't angry, nor resentful, and she didn't file for divorce. She acted as if she knew nothing about it, continuing her seemingly harmonious but ultimately estranged life with her husband. She knew, deep down, that she had no reason to blame him. If she hadn't wanted to stay in the city, if she hadn't so desperately wanted a house, she might not have broken up with her first love, might not have agreed to marry her current husband, and wouldn't be living the city life she dreamed of—seemingly happy, yet like a walking corpse.
Until she met me, the woman said she felt like she saw her first love again, or rather, felt a sense of her first love.
I possessed a unique allure that attracted women. So, when she encountered the lewd middle-aged man on the bus, she couldn't help but want to get closer to me.
And so, after several encounters, our relationship developed, leading to the present moment in her home, in front of her wedding photo, where I, with my hard, thick penis, deeply penetrated her, lying on her bed, having heart-to-heart talks with her.
"What do you think we should do from now on? Should we keep looking for every opportunity to meet? Or should we enjoy tonight and then go back to our own lives, never to contact each other again?" After a long silence, the woman asked softly.
"I don't know. Can we just let things take their course? If we can meet, we can meet; if we have to part, we can part. No forcing, no clinging. Just being the closest lovers," I said slowly after a long silence.
"I'm suddenly so afraid that I'll never see you again in this life."
Suddenly, the woman began to sob, her soft body trembling violently, making my penis, deeply inserted into her, even harder with pleasure.
So, I threw the woman onto the bed and pounced on her, fucking her hard. The woman moaned and cried, murmuring that she didn't want to leave me.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, the woman suddenly said, "I've thought of a way. We'll never be apart."
Instantly, her words jolted me back to reality, and I no longer had the desire to ejaculate. Did the woman want to divorce her current husband and be with me? A sense of dread gripped me; I feared I might become the tragic figure of "picking up a girl only to end up with her husband."
Although I wasn't sure how I felt about this woman—perhaps it was just a way to alleviate my long-standing loneliness—I knew for certain that marriage was out of the question.
"You're not married yet, are you? My daughter is graduating high school soon. She's nine years younger than you, but not that old. She's not a good student, so why
don't you marry her? That way we can be together forever." Her words struck me like a bomb, leaving me stunned and speechless. I didn't believe she was the kind of person who would commit incest. Perhaps she hadn't even considered it incest when she said those words. She simply wanted to be with me forever, to experience the intense sexual pleasure she would never feel again, and the unspoken, age-defying affection.
And then, shamefully, I became hard. My heart trembled as if I were dying. But instead, I responded to her suggestion with even more frenzied thrusting.
I didn't answer, and she didn't press me. But we both know I agreed to the proposal.
So, in the days that followed, I made her moan and climax in every corner of her house, and during these climaxes, she told me about her daughter. Then, she tried every means to establish a relationship between us.
And I, as an older brother, gradually conquered this girl, as gentle as she was, making her infatuated with me, determined to marry no one else.
Not long after, on her eighteenth birthday, when I gently but firmly broke her hymen—a hymen as pink as her mother's—I knew I had fallen deeply in love with this girl, and that I would forever possess this pure and gentle girl. At the same time, I would forever possess her mother.
Is this incest?
I don't think so, and neither does the woman. We simply found a way to happily accompany each other for a lifetime in the endless sea of life's suffering.
[The End]

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