My experience on the train (true story)

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I had a very beautiful female classmate when I was studying in another city, but we rarely kept in touch. She had a boyfriend and rarely contacted me, only occasionally sending text messages. She was a very charming girl. During the holidays, she called to say she couldn't get a sleeper ticket home and asked me to help her buy one. It just so happened that I was also going home. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, I managed to snag two sleeper tickets. My train was at 9:20 PM, and I arrived at the second floor of the station at 9 PM. She was already waiting for me under the big clock at Nishitetsucho with a backpack. She gave me a shy smile and said, "Why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time. I'm sorry to have troubled you." I said it was convenient and not a problem at all. Then we went to buy some dried fruit and other snacks. We didn't buy water because she had already bought a large bottle of Coke at school and put it in her backpack. We boarded the train smoothly, and she wouldn't let me hold her hand. After boarding, I found that the hard sleeper carriages had been improved and were now divided into compartments, like soft sleeper carriages, but without doors. They were three-tiered. I was in compartment number 10, and she was in compartment number 14, so we weren't in the same compartment. We decided to switch places. There were two soldiers in compartment 10, no way. We decided to switch to compartment 14. After switching, we ended up in opposite bunks in the same compartment.

We chatted, and she kept asking me when the lights would go out, saying she wanted to sleep. I said around 11:30, and she gave me a mysterious smile. I climbed onto her bunk to chat with her. The bunk was too low to sit up, so we had to lie there and chat. I whispered to her, "When the lights go out, I dare to kiss you." She grinned and replied, "You dare?" I said, "Why wouldn't I dare? I dare to do other things too." She glared at me and said, "What else do you dare to do? You've got some nerve! Aren't you afraid someone will see?" Haha, I've figured out what she's thinking. Looks like tonight's going to be great! My probing is subtle, a matter of knowing when to advance and when to back off. We're both on the same page; if she doesn't want to, neither of us will feel awkward. So, probing is an art. I just lay there beside her waiting for the lights to go out. Actually, she was waiting for the lights to go out too. The bedside lamp can be controlled, but the hallway light is annoying because it's too bright and won't go out until 11:30. I lay there quietly beside her, making sure not to make any moves. First, she wouldn't accept it, and second, all the other customers in the shops around us were staring. Finally, the lights went out. Damn, that felt amazing! I pulled the blanket over us both, saying, "Don't get cold, the air conditioning is very cool." As I said this, I put my hand on her buttocks. She was wearing jeans, and I pinched her buttocks hard. She whispered in my ear, "I hate you." I pulled her head down and kissed her. Her reaction was so intense, as if she had been waiting for a long time. She immediately kissed me back, her tongue frantically swirling in my lips, her breathing heavy. Was she really eager for sex? I reckon she was probably very repressed. Sexual repression among college students these days is a problem that urgently needs to be addressed. Friends of Molok, let's work together and make our due contribution to higher education! Female college students have the most potential; if developed properly, they're a treasure trove. Think about it: 16 years of schooling, living with boys day and night, wanting to be open yet bound by constraints—more tragic than monks and nuns, at least monks and nuns keep to themselves! Imagine, transforming a refined, quiet college girl into a soft-spoken, wanton woman in bed—what a spectacular and conquering experience! A man's psyche is elevated and satisfied.
He kissed her while turning her over so she was lying on her back. His right hand hooked her neck, his left hand slipped inside her shirt, finding her bra—damn, a halter-neck style, so lewd. Her breasts were firm and elastic, her nipples small; a slight pinch made her tremble. I grabbed her breasts tightly; they were quite large, one hand easily covering each one. As I squeezed, she hugged me tightly, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and clamping her legs around mine, trying to arch her genitals upwards. I pressed my tongue into her mouth, rhythmically moving it in and out. Her saliva dripped down, covering my shoulder. I moved my mouth away and whispered in her ear, "Slow down, don't let anyone see." She hugged me tightly, saying, "You're so naughty." I pulled the blanket up to cover us both. She wasn't wearing a belt, so I unbuttoned her pants. She cooperated by adjusting her body. When I unzipped her pants, she hugged me very tightly. I first reached my hand outside her panties and began to caress her. The crotch of her panties was already soaked, and I could clearly feel her two thick labia, with some pubic hair peeking out from the edge. I quickly rotated my fingers and massaged her clitoris through her panties. Her chest heaved, and she hugged my neck, whispering in my ear, "Put your finger in, hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

I rubbed for a while longer before slipping my hand inside her panties. The slippery feel made my middle finger slide quickly into her vagina. She immediately straightened up and hugged me even tighter. I rotated my hand from side to side at the entrance of her vagina, but didn't go deep inside. Her legs began to tremble, and her right leg seemed to want to curl up. I felt her vaginal opening suddenly widen; the opening was empty, and the edges were still hard. I immediately inserted all four fingers. She let out a suppressed moan. She whispered in my ear, "How many are you putting in? I'm so hard." I ignored her and tried to spread my four fingers as wide as possible, thrusting in and out forcefully. The lubrication was good, so there were basically no obstacles. Her lower body began to writhe. I whispered to her not to move, not to let anyone see. She stopped moving, but I could tell she was in pain or excitement; her mouth was wide open, and her neck was tilted back. My lower body was painfully swollen, so I pulled my hands out and said, "Turn around and face in." She understood and turned around. I fumbled in bed to pull down my pants, releasing my erect penis, and started pulling her pants down as well. She cooperated by moving her body to pull her pants and underwear down to her knees.

With her back to me, I pressed my penis against her buttocks, between her soft flesh. She arched her buttocks outwards, and I forcefully spread them apart, pushing my penis up. After a few slippery thrusts, she used her hand to guide my penis into her vagina. You know, in such a narrow environment, and to avoid being seen, this position was the only option. But without her cooperation and help, penetration is very difficult. I hope this serves as a lesson for those who have the opportunity to try it. As soon as I penetrated, I immediately felt the urge to ejaculate, and I stopped immediately. Because of the stimulating environment and the person I was with, unlike on a large bed where I could be completely uninhibited, the two of us were squeezed together on this cramped bed. The force of her buttocks and legs wasn't concentrated on my penis. My penis had never been tested like this before; it wanted to surrender. Damn it, I wouldn't allow it! I steadied myself, grabbed her breasts from the front with one hand, and pressed her buttocks with the other, and started thrusting. It felt amazing! At that moment, you were absolutely God. Imagine the environment, the delicate female college student, her panting... I moved my left hand to the front and started stroking her clitoris. She excitedly thrust her buttocks back forcefully, damn it, she almost pushed me off! Luckily, there was a railing. I pervertedly smeared my hands with her juices and then put them in her mouth, inserting a few fingers. She was dazed and sucked on my fingers tightly. I was using my penis to penetrate her vagina while using my fingers in her mouth. Damn, she was moaning and responding to my movements; it was heavenly! Suddenly, I felt like I was going to ejaculate again. I immediately stopped, holding her still. After a while, she whispered, "Why aren't you moving? Are you going to ejaculate?" I didn't answer. Suddenly, she pulled her hips forward, pulling my penis out, then abruptly turned around and started pushing me, saying, "Go to sleep, stop messing around!" Damn, I hadn't even had an orgasm! And she did this!! I don't know why. In the train car, I didn't dare insist, didn't dare force myself, so I pulled up my pants and went back to my bunk. Luckily, no one noticed us. I fell asleep later, and then I masturbated and ejaculated on a tissue.
When it was light, she got off the train, chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened. At that moment, I almost thought last night was a dream. Smelling my fingers, I confirmed it was a passionate night, an absolutely thrilling night. I'm certain I passionately thrust into a girl on the train sleeper berth.

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