Late-night journeys are often lonely.

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In the sleeper car late at night, everyone was silent. The guy in front was gazing at the road ahead, while the guy behind him sat upright, looking out the window. I kicked off the blanket, feeling incredibly cool and comfortable.

Sitting like this was also uncomfortable, so I nudged the guy 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 nudged the guy in front of me with my foot and pointed to the bunk, but he shook his head too.

This was truly wonderful—it was dark, I wasn't ashamed, and I enjoyed it so much. I was genuinely grateful to them. Since they weren't resting, I felt too embarrassed to sleep, so I leaned back and held the guy 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 resist, 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 penis tucked into his pants and pressed against my stomach. I pulled it out immediately. He quickly braced his hands on 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 stir again. A restless body stirred, and various desires arose. 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 in the darkness.

Understanding, he moved the stool closer, until it was around my thighs, and then reached his hand under the covers from behind. I pulled down my pants again, pushed myself back under the covers, and turned to the side, making my buttocks as close to his as possible. He started touching my buttocks and my 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 reach it. He moved the stool around, facing backwards. 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. Finally, I could take it in my mouth.

It was hot, and I don't know if it was from being covered up or from his uncleanliness, but he smelled a bit pungent. But I was already in such a state that I felt bad if I didn't continue, so I started giving him oral sex. While

I was giving him oral sex, he was looking ahead, glancing at people while touching my breasts, and his fingers were already inside my anus, playing with them. It felt

so good that I worked even harder. After a few thrusts, 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 finished, I pursed my lips to prevent the semen from leaking out, and then slowly spat out his penis. It didn't feel good to spit it out anywhere, so he helped me find something, and I was also uncomfortable from his hand inside me, wanting 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 placed 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 oral sex like that 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 beside my feet. This way, his companion could sit completely on top of me. I rested my head on his lap and started unzipping his pants. He was much more well-behaved 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 his pants, and he fumbled around to take it out himself. It was huge, surprisingly large. I played with it, looking up at him and laughing. He turned his face away in embarrassment.

I took a mouthful, and after taking half of it in, I started stroking it. My whole body started to heat up again, thinking that it would feel good inside me, but I wondered if it would hurt.

The guy was enjoying himself, so he stopped touching me properly and just looked around aimlessly, moving his hands in and out. I kicked him, and he finally 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 did I realize, through the flashing lights, that someone was coming out from behind him.

I felt the person reach the bus door, and the bus stopped. I tried to pull away from his huge penis, I was so pent up, but he was still 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 got off too, and then others started coming 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, but his huge penis didn't soften, making me gasp for air through my nose.

Just when I was feeling the worst, that useless guy started ejaculating. 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 thick, hot liquid down my throat. I choked, pushed him away, and when his penis pulled out a little, my tongue could move again, so I swallowed it down.

It was my first time swallowing semen, and in that environment, I swallowed it all.

As his penis slowly softened, I felt much better, and I just lay there, waiting for the bus to start moving.

After everyone had settled into their bunks, we slowly separated. 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 in my mouth. Under my cover, he 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, but wouldn't sleep. So I took the boy's phone and started watching a movie.

Two boys, one in front of the other, leaned against the railing and started to sleep, probably pretending.

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

This time I really fell asleep, very soundly, and then I woke up. It turned out the boys were still secretly touching me, both of their hands were down there. Looking around, everyone seemed to be asleep, so I didn't care and let them play with their legs apart.

Everything is more enjoyable when you steal, and now that they're touching me freely, even though I'm still wet and it's a bit sultry, I don't feel any signs of climaxing; their hands are playing around half-heartedly, touching my belly, fiddling with my mouth, occasionally inserting a little or two.

This feeling is also good, lying down and enjoying it, I slowly fell asleep again.

I slept so soundly that I didn't wake up until dawn, when the light started to be blinding. I didn't even notice when the two students next to me got off the bus, and their folding stools were folded up.

I touched down there, and my buttocks were wet, and my skirt was wet too. I then remembered that I hadn't put on my underwear, so I quickly crawled to my feet to look for it. No, not under the covers or in my skirt. Too embarrassed to say anything, I pulled my skirt up, sat on the edge of the bed, and started fixing my hair.

The car continued to sway for over an hour before we reached our destination. During this time, the man in the next bed also got up and kept secretly glancing at me. 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 down. 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 happy. Happy memories of school came flooding back, and the events of the journey under the night sky instantly vanished without a trace.

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Now, when I think back to that trip, I often fantasize when I'm lonely and in need. Sometimes I fantasize about making love on the car, 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 things get blurry, I piece them together into one person, and then I indulge in a moment of pleasure.

[The End]

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