I had sex with her on the train, right next to her boyfriend.

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On the train, right next to her boyfriend, I slept with her.

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I. Departure

It was winter of 1997. I stood at a train station in a southern city, a border city that hadn't yet experienced the booming development brought by reform and opening up. Many people were still searching for different paths. It was the capital of a province, neither particularly prosperous nor particularly backward. Cars bustled around me. My girlfriend and I were heading back to her mother's county. Since it was our first meeting, we were carrying heavy bags.

I worked for an advertising company, and my girlfriend was still a student. However, her mother already knew we were dating and insisted we go back for New Year's Day to meet her and see what kind of future son-in-law I was.

I bought two sleeper tickets. The journey to the county would take seven hours, a long one indeed. With the throng of people, we finally boarded the train, put our bags away, and found our seats in the middle of the carriage, upper berths.

Because it was close to the Spring Festival, the train was packed with people, the entire carriage filled with all sorts of smells. I let my girlfriend sleep by the window, and I slept on the aisle side. My girlfriend is pretty and fair-skinned, the kind of person who seems very quiet at first glance. The reason I pursued her was because I liked her gentle and delicate appearance. But after getting to know her, I realized, alas, she's a typical case of ice on the outside, fire on the inside. Soft on the outside, strong on the inside.

II.

The train slowly left the station, struggling through the city's congested traffic. I looked around aimlessly. Across from us were a young couple. The man was around 30, and the woman was about 27 or 28, with a full bust, probably having recently given birth. She was pretty, with arched eyebrows that were particularly eye-catching. She was a young woman, seemingly from a small county, and wasn't dressed very well.

We took the 4 PM bus. It was winter, and darkness fell quickly. Outside the window was a pitch-black night sky, occasionally punctuated by the dim yellow light of streetlights casting shadows on the tired faces of the passengers, making the winter chill even more acute.

My girlfriend and I didn't dare use the blankets on the bus, afraid they'd get dirty. So I took off my coat and covered us both. My girlfriend held me tightly, and we chatted about her childhood. Before we knew it, the bus had been traveling for four hours. People kept getting on and off. Soon, the aisle was piled high with luggage, making it impossible to move.

It was already past 9 PM. My girlfriend was fast asleep beside me, but I, having been in a semi-conscious state since boarding, couldn't fall asleep. Most of the passengers were silent, with only the monotonous sound of the bus moving along.

Suddenly, I heard a low, labored breathing sound, like someone was unwell. The sound came from the opposite bunk. I turned to look and, in the flickering, dim light, saw that the couple in the opposite bunk were lying on their sides, the opposite of us. The woman was on the outside, and the man was on the inside.

I found it strange because the woman's expression was odd. Her brows were furrowed, her lips trembled slightly, and the labored breathing was coming from her mouth. Her whole body was curled up tightly like a shrimp, her hands gripping the blanket tightly, and her body was trembling. She seemed to be in great pain, occasionally biting her lip, breathing softly as if afraid of being heard. I wondered, if she was sick, why was she afraid of being found out? Why was she enduring it like this? So I observed her more closely.

The

woman's hands were pulling the blanket tightly to her chest, her eyes were closed, and the blanket covering her seemed to be trembling slightly. I wondered, was she cold? Just then, the streetlight shone on her face, revealing beads of sweat, her mouth slightly open, revealing a set of white teeth. Her nostrils were slightly flared, and her heavy breathing almost reached the opposite side; I could feel it too. Her skin wasn't as fair as my girlfriend's, and I could tell she was wearing light makeup.

My girlfriend stirred beside me, looked up, and asked what time it was. Seeing she was awake, I told her, "The woman across the street looks strange; she seems sick, like she's in a lot of pain."

My girlfriend glanced at her, then lowered her head, covering her mouth and chuckling softly. I asked, "What are you laughing at?" She whispered, "She's doing something."

I was even more confused. Doing something??? At that moment, my girlfriend's hand secretly slipped under her coat to my crotch, gently rubbing it. Instantly, I understood. Oh… I see.

My girlfriend rested her head on my chest, and we both stared intently at the woman across the street, while one hand unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and gently rubbed it with her thumb. I lay on my back, my right arm around my girlfriend's slender waist, my left hand inside her coat, kneading her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, just small enough to be easily grasped.

The woman opposite me was breathing more heavily, her hot breath hitting me directly, the air filled with the scent of sweat and a faint fragrance of perfume. I saw the blanket on her body rising and falling rhythmically, and my girlfriend's hand was stroking my penis. My hand followed, moving down to her genitals through her jeans. My girlfriend pressed her body against mine, her legs tightly clamping my hand, rubbing herself against it.
I knew she couldn't hold back anymore, and said, "Are you craving it?"

She nodded. I glanced down the aisle; no one was there, everyone was drowsy. I said, "Let me give you a suck!"

She then slowly unzipped her jeans under her coat, unbuttoning her waistband. I slipped my fingers into her panties, gently probing. My girlfriend had thick pubic hair; although she was petite, I often jokingly called her a juicer because of her strong libido. She secreted a lot of fluid, and sometimes I wondered how someone so thin could produce so much.

Soon, my fingers were covered in her fluid, and my girlfriend was sucking on my earlobe, her body starting to heat up. I slowly pulled myself under my coat, and she curled up too, her legs slightly parted. I buried my head between her legs, sticking out my tongue and licking the edge of her panties. Her secretions increased, and I pulled down her panties, licking in the darkness.

My girlfriend squeezed my head tightly, and my mouth took in a small, protruding nipple. My face was covered in fluid, a fishy, womanly scent. My tongue moved in and out of warm, soft flesh, my left hand inside her clothes, kneading her breasts, my right hand grasping her firm buttocks.

My girlfriend thrust her hips a few times, a stream of salty fluid splashing onto my face—she had reached orgasm. I lay back down, my penis still erect and strong, my girlfriend's hand still tightly gripping it. She rested her face against my chest, breathing softly, a blush on her cheeks, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

IV. A Serendipitous Encounter

I said to my girlfriend, "Give me a hand too!"

She was more than happy to oblige. It was her turn to bury her head between my legs, take my penis into her mouth, and begin her work. I rubbed her breasts with both hands while watching the woman opposite me. Suddenly, the woman stopped trembling, but her brows remained furrowed. She opened her eyes, meeting mine. Seeing me staring intently at her, she blushed and smiled shyly at me. I smiled back, still looking at her.

Her husband, probably finished, turned away and went to sleep. A thought flashed through my mind. I gestured to the woman with my eyes, indicating she should look in my direction. The woman noticed the strange bulge in my crotch, which was moving up and down. Instantly, her eyes widened, and her previously relaxed body curled up again.

My girlfriend was diligently sucking my penis under her coat, her tongue licking the head, which was covered in her saliva. My hands weren't idle either; my right hand reached down to touch her vulva, my middle finger inserting into her vagina, probing left and right, while my left hand gently pinched her nipples, feeling their erection.

The woman opposite us watched intently, then resumed her sucking, letting out soft breaths. I glanced at both sides of the aisle; it was still quiet. So, I mustered my courage, reached out, and gently lifted my coat a little, saying to my girlfriend, "Let you get some fresh air!"

Actually, I glanced at the woman opposite me, and sure enough, she put one hand back under the covers, her eyes fixed on the gap I'd opened, her head leaning towards me, a look of longing on her face. Then, the woman's blanket subtly moved; I guessed she might not have been satisfied yet and was now masturbating. Especially under such stimulation, the lingering afterglow was even more intense.

The woman's breathing grew heavier, and I felt her hot breath on my face. My girlfriend below quickened her breathing, her movements becoming more and more pronounced, while my penis remained erect. The occasional light from outside shone through, revealing a glint of saliva. The glistening glans grew larger, filling my girlfriend's mouth, and her vagina, under my right hand's probing, gushed forth copious amounts of fluid, leaving my hand covered in sticky fluid. At

this moment, the woman opposite me stretched her head further and further out, to observe my actions more clearly, she had already extended half her body out of the bunk, though she herself was unaware of it.

As I watched her face draw closer, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled my coat up even wider, letting her see most of what was happening. My girlfriend's face was puffed out, her hands stroking my scrotum as she sucked on my penis. Her head bobbed up and down, occasionally letting out moans of "...mmm...mmm...mmm..." Perhaps my penis was penetrating too deeply, hitting her throat.

It was such a strange scene. Outside, the night was rushing by, the cold wind howling, but inside the car, spring was in the air. I was just accompanying my girlfriend on her way to visit relatives, but now I was being sucked on by her in the car, with a strange woman watching beside me, eager to have her way.

With each thrust, waves of pleasure washed over me, and my glans throbbed as I ejaculated in her mouth. My girlfriend and I had performed oral sex before, so she was quite familiar with my semen and swallowed it without resistance. However, I had ejaculated too much; she couldn't swallow it all at once, and some dripped down her chin, a white line, onto my pants.

The woman's breath became hotter, tickling my face. It carried a strong scent of perfume; because I dislike my girlfriend wearing makeup, I rarely smell women's perfume, and now it was particularly sensitive.

I saw the woman's pained expression again, knowing she must be suffering. Her husband was asleep again, while she watched others suffer.

My girlfriend licked the semen off my penis, wiped it clean with a tissue, then lay down contentedly, hugging me, and slowly fell asleep again with the swaying of the car.

It was already past 10 o'clock, but I wasn't sleepy at all. I saw the woman's blanket start to move again; her face was towards me, her eyes half-open, her mouth slightly parted, her tongue slightly protruding, gently licking her lips. I looked at her, then at the surroundings—quiet, everyone asleep. So I made a bold move, reaching out and slipping my hand under her blanket when she wasn't looking.

She immediately realized what was happening and pushed my hand away, but I simply stretched my body out slightly, allowing my hand to penetrate deeper and touch her breasts. She resisted for a moment, then stopped moving, her eyes wide open, looking around to make sure no one was watching. She then released the blanket, letting my hand slide in. I squeezed her breasts forcefully, comparing them; they were much larger than my girlfriend's, soft and lacking elasticity.

Even through her clothes, her bra was thin, made of fabric, unlike those in the city. She gripped my hand tightly, as if afraid. I ignored her and reached my other hand down, directly to her lower body. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing anything; her panties had been pulled down to her knees, indicating she had indeed been having sex with her husband. Her genitals were wet, with fine, sparse pubic hair, which was matted together by the discharge.

I inserted my fingers into her vagina; it was wet, sticky, and warm, with many folds. She leaned forward, wanting my fingers to penetrate even deeper. I started digging forcefully, poking around inside with my middle finger. Her body moved again, her legs opening slightly, and I inserted two fingers. At the same time, I frantically rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples with my other hand. Her nipples were large, probably from previous breastfeeding.

She let out a low moan, her mouth opening wider as she gasped for breath. Fluid gushed out from below, covering my hand. I pulled my hand back and smelled it; it had a fishy smell, but not foul. The fluid was clear, glistening on my fingertips. Seeing me pull my hand away, she looked at me longingly, her eyes filled with desire, and gripped my other hand tightly.

I leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "What's your name?"

She looked back; her husband was still asleep. She whispered, "My name is Zhuzhu. Don't come any closer, people will see."

I said, "Okay, then I'll just kiss you once."

I lowered my head, and she hesitated, then reluctantly moved her face closer. I kissed her lips; they were fleshy and full. There was a hint of lipstick; she had applied it.

My tongue slipped inside, touching her teeth. I gently stroked her teeth with my tongue, and slowly she opened her mouth. I touched her tongue, and our tongues intertwined. My saliva flowed into her mouth as well. We kissed, and I sucked on her tongue forcefully. She started to react, becoming more passionate. She hooked her hand around my head and began to suck on my tongue as well.

My hand quietly slipped down and entered her vagina. She trembled all over because I had penetrated deeply, reaching the very tip. I dug hard there, and she closed her eyes, lost in desire, her eyelashes trembling slightly. My tongue entwined around her mouth, and her lower body was wet with fluid.

Fifth, intercourse.

I gently pulled my body out from under my coat and quietly stepped over. My girlfriend was already asleep, and the other passengers were silent; no one noticed. The woman opposite me felt my actions during my passionate kiss, but she couldn't resist. She desperately pushed her husband back to make room for me. Her husband mumbled something in his sleep and then fell silent. I slowly squeezed over, and the three of us squeezed onto one bunk. Her husband was on the inside, Zhuzhu was in the middle, and I was on the outside.

I unzipped my pants and released my already swollen penis, which landed right next to her hand. Her hand grasped it intentionally or unintentionally and began to stroke it gently. My right hand continued to penetrate her vagina, while my left hand caressed her breasts. My lips gradually kissed her nose, forehead, ears, and neck, slowly moving downwards. Her body was stiff, too afraid to move, because she was now pressed tightly against my husband and me, unable to move even if she wanted to.

I took out her breasts and examined them closely under the light. The nipples were like small dates, a bit dark, and the areolas were small and not very white. But they were already erect. I took one into my mouth, and Zhuzhu's body trembled, but she didn't dare to move. I ignored her and sucked on it hard, again and again, licking the nipple and the nipple opening with my tongue.
Then I took it all into my mouth, filling it completely. My penis was also getting bigger and bigger, and Zhuzhu groaned again. My hand stroked faster and faster, and she started to get wet. My hand moved faster and faster in response, while my mouth bit the other nipple and sucked desperately.

Zhuzhu kept pressing my head down, but I broke free, raised my head, and said in her ear, "I'm going to have sex with you!"

She shook her head and glanced to the side, meaning that with her husband there, it wasn't possible.

I couldn't care less about anything else, because my penis was almost bursting from her tightness. I was going to die if I didn't get in. I pulled my hand back, put my arm around her shoulder, and we lay face to face. I thrust my penis forward forcefully, and Zhu Zhu tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to retreat. Her husband, because it was so tight, pushed outwards, which pushed her lower body towards me. My penis was directly against her vulva, but her legs were tightly closed, and my penis couldn't go in, only resting in a patch of pubic hair.

The head of my penis felt tingly, and her wetness made it slippery. I took advantage of the slipperiness and started thrusting, while kissing her and teasing her with my tongue.

Soon, she became even wetter, and her legs gradually opened. My penis was between her legs, going in and out.
As I caressed her labia, my hand gently pinched her nipple. Gradually, her desire grew stronger, and her lower body involuntarily thrust towards me. My penis plunged in, the head already nestled within her labia. Then, with a thrust of my hips, I pushed it all the way in, holding her tightly, my lower body motionless.
Her breathing became heavier, her hot breaths spraying into my ear, her lower body gripping me tightly, warm fluid flowing onto my scrotum. I lowered my head again and suckled her breast, gently biting her nipple. Her body began to writhe restlessly.

I asked her, "Want to move?"

She nodded, her eyes tightly closed.

So I slowly laid her flat. You can imagine how difficult this was; we couldn't move too much, we had to be careful, constantly observing our surroundings. Finally, she was lying on her back, and I lay on top of her, a thin blanket covering us. Our lower bodies were tightly connected.

I began to thrust slowly. I glanced at her husband; he was fast asleep. Zhuzhu opened her eyes, her hair disheveled and glistening with sweat, her red lips slightly parted, hot breath escaping her lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, gently supporting myself with my hands, careful not to press too hard on her. The thrusting below gradually quickened, and Zhuzhu's juices flowed more freely. I could hear soft hissing sounds, the unique sound of lovemaking—the sound of water.
My glans began to feel rhythmically sucked in, and Zhuzhu's vagina began to contract. Her vagina wasn't very tight, allowing for just the right amount of thrusting, and the depth was perfect as I reached the very tip. Each time I reached the tip, Zhuzhu's brows would furrow beautifully, and she would exhale deeply.

I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Zhuzhu gripped my shoulders, her mouth clenched, emitting suppressed moans of "...mmm...mmm...mmm..." Her vaginal contractions quickened, and my glans began to throb, constantly rubbing against her tender inner flesh. My hands naturally gripped her breasts tightly, kneading them vigorously. Suddenly, her eyes rolled upwards and closed. At the same time, her lower body clamped tightly around me, her hands gripping me firmly, preventing me from moving.

A surge of heat gushed out, burning my glans; she had reached orgasm. I lay down, enjoying the softness of her breasts, while my mouth sucked on her tongue, letting my glans reach its deepest point, letting her fully experience the orgasm!

Six, The Fierce Battle

My penis was still hard inside Zhuzhu. She had already orgasmed, but I hadn't, because I had just ejaculated in my girlfriend's mouth, so I wouldn't ejaculate again so quickly.

At this moment, her husband turned around, startling us. Luckily, he didn't wake up. I quickly rolled over, and Zhuzhu turned to face her husband. I lay behind her, her body shielding me. There was a pause, but no movement. So, I became restless again.

I hugged Zhuzhu from behind, my penis thrusting into her vagina. Zhuzhu bent her legs to make it easier for me to enter, and we ended up in a rear-entry position. I kissed Zhuzhu's earlobe, smelling the fragrance of her hair, and gently thrust my penis in and out. Zhuzhu had just climaxed, and her crotch was wet. My penis moved in and out of that wetness. I took the opportunity to lift her clothes up and caress her skin, back, and buttocks.

After thrusting like this for a while, Zhuzhu started moaning again, and I began to feel pleasure too. I put my fingers in Zhuzhu's mouth and made her suck on them. Zhuzhu obediently sucked on them, and they were still wet with her juices. I kissed her face and her hair, and my penis thrust faster, reaching all the way in with each stroke. Zhuzhu had to grab her penis with both hands to avoid being squeezed by me.

At the same time, she pushed her buttocks back to match my thrusts. My hands roamed over Zhuzhu's body, slowly touching her buttocks and her anus, which was also wet with her juices.

I thrust into her forcefully, causing her vagina to contract again. Meanwhile, I quietly slipped my middle finger into her anus, slowly inserting it. At first, she didn't notice, as my thrusting brought her waves of pleasure, numbing her nerves. By the time she felt pain, half of my middle finger was already inside.

She turned her head, her beautiful brows furrowed, mumbling, "Mmm...mmm...it hurts...it hurts..."

I remained silent, intensifying my thrusting. After about twenty thrusts, my middle finger went in a little further. Zhu Zhu no longer complained of pain, only moaning softly.

I whispered in her ear, "Does it still hurt? Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm...mmm...comfortable..."

I went even deeper, my middle finger now also exploring her anus. Zhu Zhu was filled from both ends, sweat wetting her forehead, and her lower body was constantly wet.

After a while of thrusting, I pulled my glans out of her vagina and placed it against her anus, slowly pushing it into her rectum. To be honest, my girlfriend and I had tried all sorts of positions, but I'd never managed to finish with her anus. She was afraid of the pain and couldn't handle it. This time, I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to have some fun.

Zhu Zhu's brows furrowed; it seemed she was in a lot of pain. I said softly, "Bear with it, it'll be over soon."
Zhu Zhu pushed me away with her hands, twisting and turning her buttocks, trying to stop me from entering, but she didn't dare make any big movements. I held on tightly, pushing the entire glans in.

I said again, "Just a little bit more, don't move!"

This time, Zhu Zhu didn't move, obediently letting me push it in. My penis trembled gently inside her anus. I stroked her breasts and kissed her ear, saying, "See, it's okay now, I'm going to move!"
Zhu Zhu hummed in agreement. I began to subtly thrust. Her anus was tight, a little dry, but I was excited. After all, it was my first time entering a woman's anus, something even my girlfriend had never done. This tight, enveloping feeling was unprecedented.

Zhuzhu then pulled my hand to touch her vagina; it turned out her vagina was empty, making her uncomfortable.
So, with my fingers inside Zhuzhu's vagina and my penis inside her anus, Zhuzhu began to lose control under my double assault. Perhaps even her husband had never given her this kind of sex. After a while, I ejaculated amidst Zhuzhu's suppressed moans, shooting all my semen into her anus. My fingers, however, moved in and out faster, causing Zhuzhu to empty herself completely during my orgasm.

I withdrew my hand, hugged Zhuzhu, and whispered in her ear, "How does it feel? Comfortable, right?"
Zhuzhu leaned weakly against me, letting me continue to play with her breasts, and asked me, "Who are you? What's your name?"

VII. Goodbye

At this moment, the train slowly slowed down, and I heard people waking up below. I hurriedly stepped back to my bunk, not bothering to answer her. My girlfriend also woke up just then. I quickly covered my lower body with my coat because my penis was still outside and I didn't have time to pull it back. My

girlfriend looked at me and asked, "Weren't you asleep?"

I could only mumble, "Um...no...no...I slept for a bit!"

My girlfriend's hand quietly reached over again, grabbing my penis: "What?? Not properly covered? Why is it wet???"

I had to push her hand away: "Stop it, it's sweat!"

My girlfriend looked at me suspiciously, but couldn't figure out what was wrong. She had to give up. The station arrived at this moment, and people got up one after another. I looked at Zhuzhu's side; her husband was still asleep, and she was staring blankly out the window, perhaps still savoring the feeling from just now?

Soon, the bus stopped, and passengers slowly disembarked. My girlfriend packed her luggage and told me to leave. I deliberately lingered, trying to talk to Zhuzhu, but Zhuzhu's husband also got up and busied himself packing with her.
Seeing no chance, I had no choice but to get off the bus, and my girlfriend and I began our family visit.

[The End]

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