In the night

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From childhood to adulthood, I've experienced being taken advantage of countless times—touched and groped; sometimes in cars, sometimes in nightclubs; and sometimes even by acquaintances who took advantage of me while I was drunk.

At first, I was scared and would hide. If it went too far, I'd secretly nudge them or step on their feet. Later, I'd also pay attention to the man's appearance and glare at him. In short, these men who took advantage of me, whether they were naturally ugly or had something to hide, all had unpleasant expressions, ugly faces, and distorted features. With more experience, I've learned to teach them a lesson without hesitation; in public, they don't dare to scream, secretly pleased with themselves.

Sometimes when I see kids or young boys doing this, I think they've never seen a woman before, so I give them a stern look to intimidate them; of course, if I'm in a good mood, I'll let them touch me.

These things happen because of the circumstances at the time; I had no choice but to endure it, and there was no pleasure involved, it was all voluntary cooperation. But there was one time when I was willing, and even felt a longing, a feeling that lingered in my mind, and in quiet moments of loneliness, I could fantasize about real sex, so stimulating that I couldn't fall asleep.

Here's what happened: I have a close friend from university who, after working for three years, called to say she wanted to get married. She came from a rural area and went back to her hometown after graduation, working in a prefecture-level city there. To get there, you could only take a bus because there were no train lines.

I went to the station to inquire. They said there were daytime buses and overnight sleeper buses. I'd never ridden in a sleeper bus before, so it sounded novel. Besides, I could sleep until dawn and then do some sightseeing during the day. But

once I got on, I immediately regretted it. The carriage reeked of foot odor, and my seat was in the back, an upper berth, which was even smellier. I wanted to get a refund, but there were no hard-seat overnight buses available. So I had to talk to the driver and pay an extra thirty yuan to move to a lower berth in the middle.

It was very hot, and the air-conditioned bus didn't have any windows to open. Everyone was waiting below. I didn't understand, so I asked the driver why they didn't turn on the air conditioning. He said it was a waste to keep it on, and they would turn it on when they started driving. He added that it would be cold then. He suggested that since there was no one else on the bus, I could find a clean blanket.

I was grateful, so I rummaged through the pile of blankets, found a slightly cleaner one, put it on my berth, and got off to wait.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the bus left the station, stopping and starting intermittently. The ticket collector even got off to argue with some people, and then continued to dawdle. Finally, just before leaving the city, two college-aged boys boarded. Because all the berths on the bus had been sold out at the station as required, the driver somehow got two folding stools for them, and they sat on the narrow aisle.

The bus started moving, this time speeding up. The two of them sat one in front of the other talking, right next to me. I thought, "They'll be exhausted if they have to spend the whole night like this."

Not long after they started moving, the bus slowed down again, and the driver turned around and shouted to the two students, "Lie down, lie down, we're checking!"

At first, the two didn't react. As if I were talking to myself, they both scrambled down onto me, the one behind me practically lying on my chest. The sudden turn of events terrified me, and I didn't dare move, resignedly waiting for someone below to come up and drag me off to be shot.

In reality, no one came up to check; the doors weren't even opened. After the bus started moving, I overheard the driver and ticket collector talking; it seemed the inspector only peeked through the window and then let us go.

After leaving the checkpoint, the two men got up. The boy sitting behind them realized his mistake, his face turning red. He awkwardly said, "Sorry, I was in a rush..."

He was quite handsome, and seeing him almost stuttering, I wanted to laugh, so I said, "It's okay, you startled me!"

The car sped forward, the driver turning on the TV, blasting awful songs. Four channels were playing simultaneously, making quite a racket. There was an old man behind me with the TV right in front of him, constantly getting up and lying down. The two students couldn't stand it anymore, and one of them got up and told the driver to turn it off.

Actually, it was unnecessary. These days, elderly people need quiet on public transport, and what young person doesn't have a phone? And what phone doesn't have an MP3 or MP4 player? No, as soon as the TV was turned off, everyone hung up their headphones. The two students studied each other's mobile phones, and I also took out my own to listen to music. I usually listen to these songs. After the car started, the air conditioner was running, it was not hot and the smell was not too bad, so I fell asleep while swaying.

I slept until the car stopped and then woke up. I looked at my phone and saw that it was half past eleven.

The driver ordered me to go eat. I wasn't hungry, but I couldn't hold my urine, so I took out my shoes from the plastic bag the driver gave me and put them on, and then got off the bus with everyone else.

I don’t know where this place is, but there are several large sleeper cars like ours parked. People are milling around, and not many people go to eat in the restaurant next to it. I looked around aimlessly and saw someone walking towards the left intersection, so I followed a woman. Sure enough, there was a sign on the wall that said "Toilet" with an arrow pointing inside.

After using the toilet, I grilled a few skewers of meat nearby to eat as compensation, then got on the bus, lay down, and continued listening to music.

Half an hour later, people started getting on the bus. Before I could even settle down, the bus started moving, and the lights outside the window gradually thinned out, plunging into complete darkness, with only the occasional flash of headlights from passing vehicles.

I couldn't sleep, so I listened to the music while my eyes darted around. One of the two students was still playing on his phone, while the one behind me was dozing off against the railing behind my head. I glanced back at the berths on my left and right. There was a man on my left and an older woman on my right; no wonder they were both leaning against me.

As the boy in front of me stretched and prepared to put away his phone, I suddenly felt a connection with him because he had reminded the driver to turn off the TV. I asked to borrow his phone and asked what game he was playing. He said he had downloaded a movie and handed it to me.

It was a comedy, and I put on my headphones and started watching. He then imitated his companion and started to sleep. I got up and tugged at him, pointing to my feet, indicating that I could sleep on my stomach. He was grateful and tried to lean over my calves, which were covered by the blanket.

At that moment, I couldn't hear him, but I saw the boy next to my head secretly kicking his companion who was sleeping on my lap, while the other boy pretended not to move. Confused, I took off my headphones and looked back at him. He immediately pretended to be asleep again, and I realized he was teasing his companion. I felt a little embarrassed, and my face flushed.

This wasn't a solution either; it was too uncomfortable. So I moved my legs to help the boy get up, and then tried to shift to the other side to make room for them both to crawl on top of each other. They both noticed and kept whispering, "No need, you sleep, it's fine."

I tried a few times, but it really didn't work. Unless I put my legs on the ground, or moved a little space so they could crawl on top of each other with their heads touching, it was a struggle. Just as we were being so polite, the boy in front of me said that his companion could go to the other side of the aisle and I could crawl on top of him to sleep.

That was a great idea, and I agreed. He groped his way over from the front, and I pulled my skirt up inside the blanket, then covered myself with the blanket and let them crawl on my calves.

Sleeping head to head, they were mutually restraining each other; if we shifted, one of them would hug my legs, and the other would be too high up. After they settled down like that, I felt awkward. First, I couldn't move my legs. I usually don't pay attention to whether my legs need to move when I sleep, but now they were itchy, either in the soles or in my toes, and they were also very hot. I wanted to move but didn't dare. Because of the hand that the boy was crawling on, it felt like he was about to reach my thigh. When the car jolted, I was worried that he was deliberately touching me. I

couldn't concentrate on the movie either, and my mind started wandering. I simply turned it off, woke the boy up, and gave it back to him. I closed my eyes and pretended to fall asleep.

I lay there in a daze for ages, unable to fall asleep. The car bumped along, and their movements on my legs made me feel itchy. In the fleeting light of passing headlights, I could see the face of the boy in front of me; he was fast asleep with his eyes closed, looking quite handsome. I

just waited idly for the headlights to come on. A long time passed, and after another bump, I felt a hand under the covers. My heart jumped, and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I could hear my own heart pounding.

The hand slowly climbed up my leg with the swaying of the car, as if it had been pushed up there by the bump. I didn't think about the flashing lights or the roar of the car; my mind was completely focused on that leg. I closed my eyes so tightly they ached.

His hand touched my groin, and since my body couldn't rise any higher, it stopped there, gently kneading. I felt a little relieved and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing my nerves.

Just then, there was a big jolt, and he rose up, landing on my thigh. My heart tightened again with the movement of his hand. How could my thigh muscles be so sensitive? The tension was accompanied by an unbearable itching.

His hand, like a snake, seized the opportunity of the swaying to begin slipping between my legs. After a few swaying motions, his hand was completely inside, grasping the soft flesh on my inner thigh as if it were his own.

His hand was there, sweating, and my legs seemed to be sweating too. He sensed it and tentatively moved upwards. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I took the opportunity of a bumpy ride to spread my legs.

To be honest, he was handsome and I liked him. I wouldn't resist when he touched me, but I had never done anything like this before, always giving someone space. As soon as I spread my legs, I worried that he would touch me up there, touch my private parts, and tension surged up from the bottom of my heart again.

Later, I realized that my act of spreading my legs might actually have been a signal to him, a signal that no man would ever let me go again.

The boy turned his head back and rested it on his exposed arm, shifting his body higher up. His elbow was almost touching my genitals with the swaying of the car. His other hand became bolder, tentatively pausing before moving to my genitals, his fingers tracing the muscles of my thigh at the base.

Excitement grew stronger with tension. I wanted to spread my legs wider, but the boy held my legs. As his fingers carefully manipulated my waistband, my legs unconsciously formed an O-shape.

His hand trembled slightly, pausing for a while before continuing, his fingers lightly brushing against the outside of my waistband. It made me want to move, to feel less uncomfortable, but I didn't have the courage to move due to tension.

He started pulling up my pants from the side, his fingers touching my vulva like an electric shock. I involuntarily trembled. Before he could separate them and touch my opening, I felt something gushing out, like during the heaviest days of my period. I thought, "Oh no, could it be my period?" Then I remembered I just finished a few days ago, how could it be? What could it be? I was wet and horny, but I didn't feel this way. It's not like I've never had sex before.

His hand was no longer restrained, stroking up and down, his wet fingers searching for an opening. I was pulled back by excitement, my buttocks starting to rub, wanting to put my opening to his.

He penetrated me, and I couldn't control myself anymore. I reached out and grabbed his arm, which was resting on my pelvic bone, pretending to be asleep, and held on tightly.

By this point, things had clearly changed. He got up, looked around, and pulled his buttocks and the stool that were still in front of me towards me, trying to climb onto my chest and continue his act. I ignored him and pulled his arm straight up to my head. He seemed to understand, looked around again, and then suddenly lowered his head and kissed me.

I was too eager, I didn't have that strong a desire, and I just stuck out my tongue for him to suck, feeling that it was superfluous, that I would feel uncomfortable if I didn't let him have it. His hand never left my genitals, it was still inside me.

He sucked on my tongue a few times, then pulled away. He was worried, he looked around, then came down to suck again. I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to stretch my legs up and bend them so that he could go in more, so I started to pull my legs away. The boy behind me was woken up by the pulling, but I couldn't care less about him anymore.

The climax was coming, it was coming, push, push, I almost cried out. But just then, he stopped, took his hand out, and swung it around in the air.

His fingers were so tired, he whispered to me, "I'm so sore!"

I wouldn't let him, and I still wanted to hug his neck, when suddenly I felt a cold hand trembling and touching there. I immediately reached out and grabbed it, and put it down.

It finally opened up again, and my pants were chafed painfully by his fingers going in. I reached in, lifted my buttocks, and pulled it down to my legs.

This guy in front of me didn't kiss me properly, he would just kiss me and look up. Fortunately, he started to put his hand inside and touch my breasts. I lifted my short sleeve from my stomach and let him put his hand inside, and he just touched me through my bra.

My legs were also grabbed and squeezed by his hands, and in this midst of the up and down, I orgasmed.

I gritted my teeth, endured the pleasure, and let it continue for a long time.

The climax subsided, it was over, but the guy below was still thrusting hard. I was covered in sweat, and I responded shyly to the guy in front, who kept leaning down to kiss me.

When he leaned down again, I whispered to him that I remembered, it was really hot. I saw him nudge his partner over my body, and his partner took his hand away and sat up straight.

I took the bag from under my pillow, tore off some toilet paper, wiped myself down under the covers, put on my pants, and got up to sit on the bed.

Everyone was silent. The guy in front was looking at the road ahead, and the guy behind was sitting upright looking out the window. I kicked off the covers; it felt incredibly cool and comfortable.

Sitting like this was uncomfortable, so I nudged the boy next to me and whispered, "You two take turns sleeping for a while, I'll get down and sit for a bit."

He shook his head vigorously, saying, "No need, this is fine, it's fine."

I shoved the boy in front of me with my foot and pointed to the slab, and he shook his head too.

This was truly wonderful—dark, shameless, and so enjoyable. I was genuinely grateful to them. Since they weren't resting, I felt too embarrassed to sleep, so I half-leaned and held the boy next to me's hand, reminiscing about the madness we'd just shared.

He played with my hand with his fingers, and after a while, he got restless, pulling me towards him. I didn't refuse, but I couldn't reach him, so I lay down with his hand.

He half-turned to his side and unzipped his pants, and I felt a hard, erect penis tucked into his pants and pressed against his stomach. I pulled it out immediately. He quickly braced himself against the edge of the bed to block out the light.

No mature woman dislikes a hard penis; as I stroked it, my thoughts began to wander again. My body stirred, and various desires surged within me. I kicked the boy sitting upright in front of me with my toe. He turned around, and before I could say anything, his companion gestured to him in the darkness.

Understanding, he began moving the chair closer, until it was around my thighs. He then slipped his hand under the covers from behind. I pulled my pants down again, pushed myself all the way back under the covers, and turned to the side, making my buttocks as exposed as possible to him. He began touching my buttocks, then my genitals. My pleasure gradually surged, and I felt a urge to suck on the penis he was holding.

I tried to reach him by tilting my head back, but I couldn't. He moved the stool around and sat down facing away. I tried again, but it was still inconvenient. Finally, he reversed the position, stretching his legs out under the bed and getting as close to the edge as possible. I could finally take it in my mouth.

It was hot, and I don't know if it was from the heat or from his uncleanliness, but it smelled a bit pungent. But by then, I was already aroused enough that I felt bad for not giving in, so I started giving him oral sex. While

I was giving him oral sex, he looked ahead, glancing at people and touching my breasts. His fingers were already inside my anus, playing with it. It felt so good that I worked even harder.

After a few strokes, he ejaculated, all of it into my mouth. I felt him ejaculate and wanted to open my mouth, but I was afraid of getting it on his pants, so I just kept it all inside.

After he ejaculated, I pursed my lips to prevent the semen from leaking out, and then slowly spat out his penis. It didn't feel right anywhere, so he helped me look for something, and the hand inside me made me want to open my mouth in discomfort. Finally, he suddenly remembered my toilet paper, pulled my pack out from under the pillow, and I took some, spat it out, rolled it into a ball, and placed it on the floor under the bed.

He was quite considerate; he was satisfied himself but didn't forget his partner. While I was getting ready to lie down and enjoy myself, he carried a stool to the front and whispered something to his partner.

The guy stopped what he was doing and started moving the stool towards me. I understood what they meant, but the oral sex I had just experienced was too uncomfortable, so when he came over and sat down in front of me, I sat up and said, "You sit on the bed, I'll rest my head on your lap."

He hesitated for a moment, then got up. I glanced at the sleeping passengers around me and the driver focused on driving ahead, then got up to make room for him.

I handed my pillow and bag to the boy at my feet, and he understood, placing them beside me. This way, his companion could sit down completely. I rested my head on his lap and started pulling on his zipper. He was much more obedient than the other guy; his hands were trembling the whole time, and he was worried I was uncomfortable, so he gently supported my head with one hand.

I unzipped it, and he pulled it out himself—it was really big, surprisingly so. I played with it in my hand, looking up at him and laughing. He turned his face away in embarrassment. I took

a big bite, and after taking half of it in, I started stroking it. My whole body started to heat up again, thinking about how comfortable it would feel inside me, but I wondered if it would hurt.

The guy was enjoying himself, so he stopped touching me properly and just looked around randomly, moving his hand in and out. I kicked him, and only then did he put his hand inside.

The stimulation above was intense, and with someone penetrating me below, my pleasure nerves quickly started throbbing like little rabbits.

Suddenly, my head was pressed down tightly, and my hand was pulled away from my buttocks. Only then, through the flashing lights, did I sense someone coming out from behind him.

I felt the person reach the car door, and the car stopped. I was about to get away from his huge penis because I was so pent up, but he kept holding me down and started pulling the blanket over my head.

I heard people getting up, putting on their shoes, and getting off the bus. The boy in front also got off, and then others started walking out. People who had finished urinating got back on, and to make matters worse, the driver turned on the headlights. I buried my face in his lower abdomen as much as possible; his thick penis didn't soften, and I was choking, having to inhale deeply through my nose.

Just at this most uncomfortable moment, this spineless guy started to ejaculate. I felt his penis begin to tremble, and I knew something was wrong. I forcefully spat out the penis stuck inside and tried to swallow the hot, thick liquid down my throat. I choked and pushed him away. When his penis pulled out a little, my tongue could move, so I contracted my throat and swallowed it down.

This was my first time swallowing semen, and in this environment, I ate it all.

As his penis slowly softened, I felt much more comfortable, and I just lay there

, waiting for the bus to start. Only after everyone had settled into their bunks did we slowly separate. I pretended to wake up and asked the two of them where they were, then got up to drink water to wash away the fishy smell of semen from my mouth. He, under my cover, packed his things and got up to sit down.

The man in the bunk to my left got up to go to the toilet, staring at me strangely. I pretended not to see him, sat up, and offered to let the two boys take turns sleeping. They politely declined, refusing to sleep. So I took one of the boys' phones and started watching a movie.

The two boys, one in front of the other, leaned against the railing and started sleeping, probably pretending too.

After watching for a while, I got bored, and my eyelids started to droop, so I gave up and lay down to sleep.

This time I really fell asleep, soundly and very aroused, when I woke up. It turned out the boy was still secretly touching me, both of their hands were down there. Looking around, everyone seemed asleep, so I didn't pay attention and spread my legs for them to play with.

Everything is more enjoyable when done secretly, so this time I let them touch me freely. Although I was still wet and a little aroused, I didn't seem to be reaching orgasm at all; their hands were playing around half-heartedly, touching my belly, fiddling with my mouth, and occasionally slipping inside.

This feeling was good too, lying there enjoying it, I slowly drifted back to sleep.

I slept so soundly that I didn't wake up until dawn, when the light became too bright. I didn't even notice when the two students next to me got off the bus; they had even folded up their chairs.

I touched my lower body and found my bottom was wet, and my skirt was soaked too. I realized I hadn't put on my underwear yet, so I quickly crawled to my feet to look. Nothing—not under the covers or in my skirt. I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I pulled up my skirt, got up, and sat on the edge of the bed to fix my hair.

The bus continued to sway for over an hour before we arrived at our destination. During this time, the man in the next bed got up and kept glancing at me furtively. I turned away, thinking about what had happened that night, and my face started to burn.

After getting off the bus, I wandered around the station, letting the wind blow over the back of my skirt. After wandering around for a while, I finally called my friend. Twenty minutes later, she and her boyfriend came to pick me up in a taxi.

On the train, friends I hadn't seen for years were naturally delighted. Happy school memories came flooding back, and the events of the journey under the night sky vanished instantly, leaving no trace.

Now, when I think back to that trip, I often fantasize about it when I'm lonely and in need. Sometimes I fantasize about making love on the train, sometimes about making love in bed; but no matter where I am, all I can think about is the face of the boy who kissed me and another's big penis. When they become blurry, I piece them together and then indulge in a moment of pleasure.

From childhood to adulthood, I've experienced being taken advantage of many times, being touched and masturbated; sometimes on trains, sometimes in dance halls; and even by acquaintances, taking advantage of me when I was drunk.

At first, I was scared and would hide. If it got too much, I'd secretly nudge him or step on his foot. Later, I'd also pay attention to his appearance and glare at him. In short, these men who took advantage of others, I don't know if they were just naturally ugly or if they had something to hide, but their faces were always unpleasant, ugly, and distorted. When I encountered such men, as I gained more experience, I became ruthless and taught them a lesson. In public, they didn't dare to scream, feeling quite pleased with themselves.

Sometimes when I saw children or young boys doing this, I'd think they'd never seen a woman before, so I'd give them a stern look to intimidate them. Of course, if I was in a good mood, I'd let them touch me.

These things happened because of the circumstances at the time; I had no choice but to endure it. I didn't experience any pleasure; it was all voluntary cooperation. But there was one time when I willingly, with a feeling of longing, kept replaying in my mind. In quiet moments of loneliness, I could even fantasize about making love, so stimulating that I couldn't fall asleep.

Here's what happened: I had a best friend from university who, after working for three years, called to say she wanted to get married. She came from a rural area and went back to her hometown after graduation, working in a prefecture-level city there. The only way to get there was by bus, as there were no train lines.

I went to the station to inquire; there were daytime buses and overnight sleeper buses. I'd never ridden a sleeper bus before, and it sounded exciting. Besides, I could sleep until dawn, and then have some fun during the day. But

once I got on the bus, I immediately regretted it. The carriage reeked of foot odor, and my seat was in the back, an upper berth, where it smelled even worse. I wanted to get a refund, but there were no hard-seat overnight buses available, so I had to talk to the driver and pay an extra thirty yuan to move to a lower berth in the front, a middle seat.

It was very hot, and the air-conditioned bus didn't have any windows to open. Everyone was waiting below. I didn't know why, so I asked the driver why the air conditioning wasn't on. He said it was a waste to keep it on, but it would be turned on when the bus started moving, and it was still cold then. He suggested that since there was no one on the bus, I could find a clean blanket.

I was very grateful, so I rummaged through a pile of blankets and found a slightly cleaner one, put it on my berth, and got off to wait.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the bus left the station, stopping and starting intermittently. The ticket collector even got off and argued with some people, and then continued to dawdle. Finally, just before leaving the city, two male students who looked like college students got on. Because all the berths on the bus were already sold out at the station according to regulations, the driver somehow managed to get two folding stools for them, so they sat on the narrow aisle.

The bus started moving, this time speeding up. The two of them sat one in front of the other talking, right next to me. I thought, "If we have to spend the whole night like this, we'll be exhausted."

Not long after they started moving, the bus slowed down again, and the driver turned around and shouted to the two students, "Lie down, lie down, we're checking!"

The two didn't react at first, and when he thought he was talking to them, they both scrambled down, climbing onto me. The one in the back was practically lying on my chest. The sudden change terrified me, and I didn't dare move, resigning myself to fate, waiting for someone to come up below, grab me, and shoot me.

Actually, no one came up to check; the doors weren't even opened. After the bus started moving, I overheard the driver and ticket collector talking. It seemed the inspector had only peeked through the window before letting us through.

After leaving the checkpoint, the two men finally got up. The guy sitting in the back realized his mistake, his face turning red, and he awkwardly said, "Sorry, I was in a rush..."

He was quite handsome, and seeing him almost stuttering, I wanted to laugh, so I said, "It's okay, you startled me!"

The bus sped forward, the driver turning on the TV, blasting terrible music. Four channels were playing simultaneously—it was incredibly noisy. There was an old man behind me with the TV right in front of him, constantly getting up and lying down. The two students couldn't stand it anymore, and one of them got up and told the driver, and only then did it turn off.

In fact, there is no need. Nowadays, when riding in a car, the elderly need to be quiet. Who among the young people does not have a mobile phone? And which mobile phone can do without MP3 and MP4? No, as soon as the TV was turned off, everyone hung up their headphones. The two students studied each other's mobile phones, and I also took out my own to listen to music. I usually listen to these songs. After the car started, the air conditioner was running, it was not hot and the smell was not too bad, so I fell asleep while swaying.

I slept until the car stopped and then woke up. I looked at my phone and saw that it was half past eleven.

The driver ordered me to go eat. I wasn't hungry, but I couldn't hold my urine, so I took out my shoes from the plastic bag the driver gave me and put them on, and then got off the bus with everyone else.

I had no idea where I was. Several large sleeper cars like ours were parked there, and people were wandering around. Few people were eating at the restaurants nearby. I looked around aimlessly and saw someone walking towards the left-hand intersection. I followed a woman, and sure enough, there was a sign on the wall that said "Toilet," with an arrow pointing inside. After

using the toilet, I grilled some meat skewers nearby to eat as compensation, then got back on the bus, lay down, and continued listening to music.

Half an hour later, people started boarding. Before I could even settle in, the bus started moving. The lights outside the window gradually dimmed, plunging into complete darkness, with only the occasional flash of headlights from passing vehicles.

I couldn't sleep, so I listened to music while my eyes darted around. One of the two students was playing on his phone, and the one behind me was dozing off against the railing behind my head. I glanced around at the bunks on either side; there was a man on my left and an older woman on my right—no wonder they were both leaning against me.

When the boy in front stretched and prepared to put away his phone, I suddenly felt a connection with him because he had reminded the driver to turn off the TV earlier, and I wanted to talk to him. So I asked to borrow his phone and asked what game he was playing. He said he had downloaded a movie and handed it to me.

It was a comedy, and I put on my headphones and started watching. He then imitated his companion and leaned back to sleep. I got up and tugged at him, pointing to my feet, indicating that I could sleep face down there. He was grateful and tried to lean over my calves, which were covered by the blanket.

I couldn't hear anything then, but I saw the boy next to my head secretly kicking his companion who was sleeping on my lap, while the other pretended not to move. Confused, I took off my headphones and looked back at him. He immediately started pretending to be asleep again, and I realized he was teasing his companion. I felt a little embarrassed, my face flushed.

This wasn't a solution; it was too uncomfortable. So I moved my legs to let the boy get up, and then tried to shift to the other side to make room for them both to sleep on their laps. They both realized what was happening and kept whispering, "No need, you can sleep, it'll be fine."

I tried a few times, but it really didn't work. Unless I put my legs on the ground, or moved a little space so they could crawl down and touch my head, it was still awkward. Just then, the boy in front of me said his companion could go to the other side of the aisle and I could crawl down to sleep head-to-head with him.

What a great idea! I agreed. He groped his way over from the front. I pulled my skirt up inside the blanket, straightened it, and then covered myself with the blanket, letting them crawl on my calves.

Sleeping head-to-head, we were mutually restraining each other; if we shifted, one would hug my legs, and the other would be too high up. After they settled down like that, I felt awkward. First, I couldn't move my legs. I usually don't pay attention to whether my legs need to move when I sleep, but now they were itchy, either in the soles or in my toes, and they were also very hot. I wanted to move but didn't dare. Because of the hand that the boy was crawling on, it felt like he was about to reach my thigh. When the car jolted, I was worried that he was deliberately touching me. I

couldn't concentrate on the movie either, and my mind started wandering. I simply turned it off, woke the boy up, and gave it back to him. I closed my eyes and pretended to fall asleep.

I lay there in a daze for ages, unable to fall asleep. The car bumped along, and their movements on my legs made me feel itchy. In the fleeting light of passing headlights, I could see the face of the boy in front of me; he was fast asleep with his eyes closed, looking quite handsome.

I just waited idly for the headlights to come on. After a long while, after another bump, I felt a hand under the covers. My heart jumped, and I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it.

The hand slowly climbed up my leg with the swaying of the car, as if it had been pushed up there by the bump. I didn't notice the flashing headlights or the roar of the car; my mind was completely focused on that leg. I closed my eyes so tightly they started to ache.

His hand touched my groin, and since my body couldn't rise any higher, it stopped there, gently kneading. I felt a little relieved and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing my nerves.

Just then, there was a big jolt, and he rose up, landing on my thigh. My heart tightened again with the movement of his hand. How could my thigh muscles be so sensitive? The tension was accompanied by an unbearable itching.

His hand, like a snake, seized the opportunity of the swaying to begin slipping between my legs. After a few swaying motions, his hand was completely inside, grasping the soft flesh on my inner thigh as if it were his own.

His hand was there, sweating, and my legs seemed to be sweating too. He sensed it and tentatively moved upwards. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I took the opportunity of a bumpy ride to spread my legs.

To be honest, he was handsome and I liked him. I wouldn't resist when he touched me, but I had never done anything like this before, always giving someone space. As soon as I spread my legs, I worried that he would touch me up there, touch my private parts, and tension surged up from the bottom of my heart again.

Later, I realized that my act of spreading my legs might actually have been a signal to him, a signal that no man would ever let me go again.

The boy turned his head back and rested it on his exposed arm, shifting his body higher up. His elbow was almost touching my genitals with the swaying of the car. His other hand became bolder, tentatively pausing before moving to my genitals, his fingers tracing the muscles of my thigh at the base.

Excitement grew stronger with tension. I wanted to spread my legs wider, but the boy held my legs. As his fingers carefully manipulated my waistband, my legs unconsciously formed an O-shape.

His hand trembled slightly, pausing for a while before continuing, his fingers lightly brushing against the outside of my waistband. It made me want to move, to feel less uncomfortable, but I didn't have the courage to move due to tension.

He started pulling up my pants from the side, his fingers touching my vulva like an electric shock. I involuntarily trembled. Before he could even separate his fingers and touch my opening, I felt something gushing out, like during the heaviest days of my period. I thought, "Oh no, could it be my period?" Then I remembered I just finished a few days ago, how could it be? What could it be? I was wet and horny, but I didn't feel this way. It's not like I've never had sex before.

His hand was no longer restrained, stroking up and down, his wet fingers searching for an opening. I was pulled back by excitement, my buttocks starting to rub, wanting to put my opening to his.

He penetrated me, and I couldn't control myself anymore. I reached out and grabbed his arm, which was resting on my pelvic bone, pretending to be asleep, and held on tightly.

By this point, things had clearly changed. He got up, looked around, and pulled his buttocks and the stool that were still in front of me towards me, trying to climb onto my chest and continue his act. I ignored him and pulled his arm straight up to my head. He seemed to understand, looked around again, and then suddenly lowered his head and kissed me.

I was too eager, I didn't have that strong a desire, and I just stuck out my tongue for him to suck on, feeling that it was superfluous, and that I would make him uncomfortable if I didn't. His hand never left my genitals, it was still inside me.

He sucked on my tongue a few times and then left. He seemed worried, glancing around nervously before coming back down to suck and eat. I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to bend my legs up so he could penetrate me further, so I started pulling my legs away. The boy behind me was jolted awake by the pulling, but I couldn't care less about him anymore.

The climax was coming, it was coming! Harder, harder! I almost cried out. But just then, he stopped, took his hand out, and swung it around in the air.

His fingers were tired, and he whispered to me, "I'm so sore!"

I wouldn't let him have his way, and I still wanted to hug his neck. Suddenly, I felt a cold hand trembling and touching there. I grabbed it and pulled it down.

It was finally inside me again. My pants were chafed painfully by his fingers as they went in. I reached in, lifted my buttocks, and pulled it down to my legs.

The boy in front of me wasn't kissing me properly; he'd just give me a quick kiss and then look up. Then he started reaching inside to touch my breasts. I pulled my short-sleeved shirt up from my stomach so he could put his hand inside, and he just touched me through my bra.

My legs were also being held and squeezed, and in this rhythm of his thrusts, I climaxed.

I gritted my teeth, enduring the pleasure, letting it last for a long time.

The climax subsided, it was over, but the boy below was still thrusting. I was covered in sweat, and I responded shyly to the boy in front of me, who kept leaning down to kiss me.

When he leaned down again, I whispered to him that I remembered, it was very hot. I saw him nudge his partner through my body, and his partner withdrew his hand and sat up.

I took the bag from under my pillow, tore some toilet paper, wiped myself under the covers, put on my pants, and got up to sit on the bed.

Everyone was silent. The one in front was looking at the road ahead, while the one in the back was sitting upright, staring out the window. I kicked off the blanket, feeling incredibly cool and comfortable.

Sitting like this was also uncomfortable, so I nudged the boy next to me and whispered, "You two take turns sleeping for a while, I'll get down and sit for a bit."

He shook his head vigorously, saying, "No need, this is fine, it's fine."

I shoved the boy in front with my foot and pointed to the bunk, and he shook his head too.

This was truly wonderful—dark, shameless, and so enjoyable. I was genuinely grateful to them. Since they weren't resting, I felt too embarrassed to sleep, so I half-leaned and held the boy next to me's hand, reminiscing about the madness we'd just experienced.

He played with my hand with his fingers, and after a while, he became restless, pulling me towards him. I didn't refuse, but since I couldn't reach him, I followed his hand and lay down.

He half-turned to the side and unzipped his pants himself. I felt a hard, erect penis pressed against my stomach by his pants. I pulled it out immediately. He quickly put his hands on the edge of the bed to block the light from in front of him.

No mature woman dislikes a hard penis. I held it and stroked it, and my mind started wandering again. My body stirred, and all sorts of desires rose up. I kicked the boy sitting in front of me with my toes. He turned around, and before I could say anything, his companion gestured to him in the darkness.

Understanding, he started moving the chair around until it was at my thighs. He then reached his hand under the covers from behind. I pulled my pants down again, pushed myself all the way back under the covers, and turned to the side, trying to make my buttocks as open as possible for him. He started touching my buttocks and genitals, and my pleasure gradually surged. I wanted to suck on the penis he was holding.

I tilted my head back, trying to reach him, but I couldn't. He moved the stool around and sat down facing backward. I tried again, but it was still inconvenient. Finally, he reversed the position, stretching his legs out under the bed and getting as close to the edge as possible. I could finally take it in my mouth.

It was hot, and I don't know if it was from the heat or from his uncleanliness, but it smelled a bit foul. But by then, I was already in such a state that I felt embarrassed not to take it, so I started giving him oral sex. While

I was giving him oral sex, he looked ahead, glancing at people and touching my breasts. His fingers were already inside my buttocks, playing with them. The pleasure made me work even harder.

He ejaculated in no time, all of it into my mouth. I felt him ejaculate and wanted to open my mouth, but I was afraid of getting it on his pants, so I just kept it all in my mouth.

After he finished, I pursed my lips to prevent the semen from leaking out, and then slowly spat out his penis. It didn't feel right anywhere, and he helped me look for something, even though the hand inside me was making me uncomfortable and I wanted to open my mouth. Finally, he suddenly remembered my toilet paper, pulled my bag out from under the pillow, and I took some, spat it out, rolled it into a ball, and put it on the floor under the bed.

He was quite considerate; he was satisfied with himself but didn't forget his partner. When I finished and lay down to enjoy myself, he carried a stool to the front and whispered something to his partner.

The guy stopped what he was doing and started moving the stool towards me. I understood what they meant, but the oral sex I'd just had was too uncomfortable. When he came over to sit in front of me, I sat up and said, "You sit on the bed, I'll rest my head on your lap."

He hesitated for a moment, then got up. I glanced at the sleeping passengers around us and the driver focused on driving ahead, then got up to make room for him.

I handed the pillow and bag to the guy at my feet, and he understood, placing them next to my feet. This way, his companion could sit down completely. I rested my head on his lap and started unzipping his zipper. He was much more obedient than the other guy; his hands were trembling the whole time, and he was worried my head was uncomfortable, so he gently supported it with one hand.

I unzipped it, and he pulled it out himself—it was really big, surprisingly large. I played with it in my hand, looked up at him, and laughed. He turned his face away in embarrassment.

I ate it all, about halfway through, and started stroking it. My whole body started to heat up again, thinking about how good it would feel to have that thing inside me, wondering if it would hurt.

The guy was enjoying himself and stopped touching me properly, just looking around randomly, moving his hand in and out. I kicked him, and he finally put his hand inside.

The stimulation above was intense, and with it inside me, my nerves were throbbing like little rabbits.

Suddenly, my head was pressed down tightly, and my hand was pulled away from my buttocks. Only then, through the flashing lights, did I realize someone was coming out from behind him.

I felt the person reach the car door, and the car stopped. I was about to get away from his huge penis, feeling really pent up, but he kept holding me down and started pulling the blanket over my head.

I heard people getting up, putting on their shoes, and getting off the bus. The boy in front also got off, and then others started walking out. People who had finished urinating got back on, and to make matters worse, the driver turned on the headlights. I buried my face in his lower abdomen as much as possible; his thick penis didn't soften, and I was choking, having to inhale deeply through my nose.

Just at this most uncomfortable moment, this spineless guy started to ejaculate. I felt his penis begin to tremble, and I knew something was wrong. I forcefully spat out the penis stuck inside and tried to swallow the hot, thick liquid down my throat. I choked and pushed him away. When his penis pulled out a little, my tongue could move, so I contracted my throat and swallowed it down.

This was my first time swallowing semen, and in this environment, I ate it all.

As his penis slowly softened, I felt much more comfortable, and I just lay there

, waiting for the bus to start. Only after everyone had settled into their bunks did we slowly separate. I pretended to wake up and asked the two of them where they were, then got up to drink water to wash away the fishy smell of semen from my mouth. He, under my cover, packed his things and got up to sit down.

The man in the bunk to my left got up to go to the toilet, staring at me strangely. I pretended not to see him, sat up, and offered to let the two boys take turns sleeping. They politely declined, refusing to sleep. So I took one of the boys' phones and started watching a movie.

The two boys, one in front of the other, leaned against the railing and started sleeping, probably pretending too.

After watching for a while, I got bored and my eyelids started to droop, so I gave up and lay down to sleep.

This time I really fell asleep, soundly and peacefully, when I woke up. It turned out the little guy was still sneaking around, both of his hands were down there. Looking around, everyone seemed to be asleep, so I didn't pay any attention and spread my legs to let them play.

Everything was stolen for a thrill, so I let them touch me freely. Although I was still wet and aroused, I didn't feel any sign of climaxing. Their hands were playing around, touching my belly, fiddling with my mouth, and occasionally slipping inside.

This feeling was nice too; I lay there enjoying it and slowly drifted off to sleep again.

I slept so soundly that I didn't wake up until dawn, when the light became too bright. I didn't even notice when the two students next to me got off the bus, and the folding chair was folded up.

I touched myself and found my bottom wet, and my skirt was wet too. I realized I hadn't put on my underwear, so I quickly crawled to my feet to look. Nothing, not under the covers or under my skirt. I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I pulled up my skirt, got up, and sat on the edge of the bed to fix my hair.

The car continued to sway for over an hour before finally reaching our destination. During this time, the man in the next bed got up and kept glancing at me furtively. I turned away, thinking about what had happened that night, and my face started to burn.

After getting off the car, I wandered around the station, letting the wind blow my skirt around. After wandering around for a while, I finally called my friend. Twenty minutes later, she and her boyfriend came to pick me up in a taxi.

In the car, my friend, whom I hadn't seen for years, was naturally overjoyed. Happy memories of school came flooding back, and the events of the journey under the night sky instantly vanished without a trace.

Now, when I think back to that trip, I always fantasize when I feel lonely and in need. Sometimes I fantasize about making love in the car, sometimes I fantasize about making love in bed. But no matter where I am, all I can think about is the face of the boy who kissed me and the other boy's big penis. When they get blurry, I will piece them together into one person and then indulge in that feeling.

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