The car was filled with erotic intertwining.

The 18-seat bus had two doors, one at the front and one at the back. Following Mingqiang's instructions, I followed the three girls in sailor uniforms and boarded from the back. Once inside, I saw a thick black curtain dividing the bus into two sections.

"Not everyone can come in from this side of the curtain," Mingqiang said, standing beside it.

A quick glance around told me what he meant. In the back section, there were only five basketball players, three cheerleaders, and myself.

"I'm coming in! I have something to announce," a voice came from the other side of the curtain. "Come in," Mingqiang said. Then the curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man entered. I recognized him; he was Coach Zhang from the basketball team.

"It's ten o'clock now. We expect to arrive at Qiguang High School in Donghai City around noon," the coach said. "After you arrive, you'll have lunch, and then you can rest in the dormitories arranged by Qiguang High School. But you must get up at four o'clock in the afternoon for some warm-up exercises. The game officially starts at 5:15 PM. Do you all understand?" The team members responded sparsely. The coach didn't seem to care, and lifted the curtain to return to the front half of the carriage.

"Is this... okay?" I said. "Dividing it into front and back, etc..." "It's alright, it's all thanks to Zhengxin," Mingqiang said.

Zhengxin sat in the last row, head down, playing on his phone. He was the grandson of the school board member, and had provided the basketball team with many conveniences. As a student with a special status, he was strangely the most taciturn person among the basketball team members.

"The bus is about to leave, sit down," Mingqiang said, and sat down in the seat closest to him. A moment later, the bus started moving. I naturally sat down next to him, then glanced back. An'an, three rows behind me, had her head resting on the chair in front of her, spitting out her tongue and making a hissing sound. I quickly turned back to observe the three unfamiliar cheerleading girls.

"Hey!" Cheng Xiaojin suddenly shouted at one of the girls. "Liang Qing, put your cigarette away. If you're so bored, my dick is waiting for you!"

"I'm craving a cigarette, not being a slut. You're fucking annoying," said the girl called Liang Qing. She lit a cigarette, put it in her mouth, sat down in the last seat, opened the window, and began to puff away with great flair. "Cheng, am I being considerate?"

"If your secondhand smoke affects my game tonight, I'll fuck your hole until it bursts," Cheng Xiaojin said, making a gesture as if he was about to get up and punch her, but then sank back into his chair.

Cheng Xiaojin, who possessed a sexual prowess akin to that of a crazed rapist and always intimidated me, surprisingly couldn't frighten this girl named Liang Qing. I couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing, then carefully examined Liang Qing's appearance. Her skin was as white as the gleaming white beaches in movies, she wore black eyeshadow and lipstick, a silver lip ring, and her shoulder-length hair was meticulously styled with a section dyed a blue-green gradient. A skull ring adorned the finger holding the cigarette, and she exuded the aura of a rebellious young woman. Coupled with her slightly husky voice, she revealed a dangerous yet alluring sexiness. Perhaps noticing my gaze, she turned her head, holding the cigarette pack towards me, and said, "Want a smoke?"

"No, no, thank you," I quickly replied.

"Mingqiang," Liang Qing said, "she's the assistant you mentioned, Xiaoxue, right? The assistant or something, the one who wipes your dick after you pee?"

Mingqiang smiled. I was speechless, immediately blushing.

"Xiao Qing, don't bully her," said another girl sitting next to Liang Qing, then smiled at me.

"Hello, my name is Zhong Caining."

"Hello," I said. This girl named Zhong Caining was the most striking contrast to Liang Qing. Her long, black hair reached her waist, smooth and shiny like something out of a shampoo commercial, which I envied. Her thin, long eyebrows, paired with her beautiful, slightly upturned eyes, her flawless oval face, and her naturally red lips, made her look like a perfectly well-bred young lady. That super-short skirt that exposed her thighs seemed a bit longer, covering her knees, and her black stockings would be better replaced with pure white athletic socks to match her overall气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and style).

By the way, I had heard that she was the school beauty queen at Ming Qiang's high school for two consecutive years. Seeing her in person, I understood. If she only had ordinary beauty and sex appeal, she certainly couldn't bear the seemingly easy but actually profound title of "school beauty queen." Seeing Zhong Caining, people wouldn't first think of a cramped room filled with lustful atmosphere, or a glittering beach where countless women in bikinis vie for men's attention, but rather a clear blue sky, sunlight that seems to shine only to warm the earth and bring warmth to a young girl's skin—a beauty that can be called a "facade," a beauty that can establish an alluring image for an entire group.

I was almost stunned. When I was her age, could my delicate features and smooth skin compare to hers? No, I certainly couldn't... It seems that in the eyes of all men, my appearance and figure are mainly about arousing "erupted desire," not the type that can make hundreds of people stare in silence and feel respect. Suddenly, I felt a little lost...

I suddenly remembered that before getting on the bus, I saw the wires of a vibrator showing under a girl's skirt. But after getting on the bus, my attention was diverted by the black curtain and the instructor, and now I can't say for sure which girl's skirt I saw. Was it Liang Qing? Not likely. Was it Zhong Caining? No, absolutely not. Then…where is the third girl? She vanished from my sight. I looked back and saw her sitting next to Zhengxin, head bowed, speaking softly to him. She had short hair with bangs, tucked behind her ears, and large, bright black eyes, making her appear incredibly pure and charming. She exuded a beauty still developing, a beauty that seemed to hold countless possibilities, but right now, she could be described as somewhere between a loli and a teen idol. When she spoke, her mouth opened almost imperceptibly, accompanied by very subtle hand movements, like a porcelain doll afraid of breaking herself.

Such a pure girl…I don’t think she would have a vibrator inserted in her vagina before getting on the bus…or am I seeing things? These three girls each have their own beauty, but I haven’t seen their lewd side yet.

Come to think of it, could I be wrong? Because of Mingqiang's lewd training and innuendos, I assumed this would be a promiscuous trip that would make me constantly produce arousal fluids. The cheerleaders I'd heard about were supposed to be three women like me, women who had been gang-raped by basketball players (though I'd only given masturbation to Zhengxin and Wenlong).

Honestly, before boarding the bus, I was already slightly wet with anticipation… Could it be that the three cheerleaders were just cheerleaders, and I was the only woman on the bus actually hoping for lewdness? I was wearing the same high school sailor uniform as them, but they were still high school students underneath, while I was some impure, lustful older sister…

Ugh, so shameful… I couldn't help but steal a glance at Mingqiang. He was wearing headphones, watching a live basketball game on his iPad. The bus traveled along a rough stretch of road, bumping along, and my breasts, hidden under my sailor uniform, bounced several times, but Mingqiang didn't even look at me. Ugh, if that's really the case, wouldn't I look like a fool...?

But then, though the sound was very soft, I heard a faint, fleeting moan. Turning around to look at the source of the sound, I saw the pure-looking third girl, her eyes lowered, her lips slightly parted... Next to her, Zhengxin was holding something in his right hand, offering it to her... Although Zhengxin was sitting inside by the window, I could see his actions because he was tall. The girl took the object from his hand, and then... stuck out a tiny, incredibly cute, and obviously sweet-smelling tip of her tongue, and licked the object.

It was a vibrator.

I wasn't mistaken, the bullet-shaped, slightly thicker than the girl's thumb, purple... vibrator, covered with a thin, sticky liquid. The girl, her face flushed, touched it slightly with the tip of her tongue, frowned as if electrocuted, and then pursed her lips in a very cute yet heartbreaking way.

It couldn't be anyone else, it had to be her, the girl with the vibrating egg stuck in her vagina. But this high school girl, who seemed like she could be scouted into an idol group at any moment, was actually getting on this train with a vibrating egg, maybe even with vaginal fluid still on her inner thighs… Just thinking about it made me a little excited. But the girl didn't expose herself openly; instead, she sat next to Zhengxin. Zhengxin must have taken the vibrating egg from between her legs and made her lick it… and the girl's slight resistance showed she wasn't used to this.

What kind of person was Zhengxin? Silent and reserved, he seemed to be only hinting at things to the girl with his eyes and gestures.

Perhaps he was training the girl like Mingqiang had trained me, but in a different way. Suddenly, I wondered… if he had been the one training me from the beginning, would the outcome have been different…? Mingqiang next to me was watching a basketball game. An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, sitting a few rows in front of Zhengxin and the girl, were discussing something I didn't quite understand. It seemed only Wenlong, sitting two rows behind Zhengxin, had noticed this scene, just like me. He turned slightly to the side, watching Zhengxin and the girl's next move. We were both spying from different angles.

I saw Zhengxin move closer to the girl, reach out, and do something (his hand was blocked by the seat in front). The girl jumped slightly and let out a soft "Ouch!" Zhengxin's hand reappeared, tossing something into the aisle between the seats. The girl shyly kicked the object under the seat, and I saw it—a bra. It seemed Zhengxin had slipped his hand under her clothes and expertly unhooked it. The girl lowered her head even further, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with her eyelids.

Then, Zhengxin whispered something in her ear. The girl's eyes widened—"No!"

Her sudden cry was heard by everyone in the carriage. Everyone except Mingqiang, who was wearing headphones, turned around. Realizing so many people were watching her, the girl quickly lowered her head; I could barely see the top of her head.

"Xiang Hui, you promised me," Zhengxin said.

"But...but..." the girl named Xiang Hui said.

"I told them not to look, okay?" Zhengxin comforted Xiang Hui, then said to An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, who had turned around and were watching with great interest, "You two turn around, I didn't tell you to look." In the basketball team, besides Mingqiang, Zhengxin was the most prestigious, so An'an and Cheng Xiaojin turned around, although they clearly had unhappy expressions on their faces. Zhengxin also told Wenlong behind them to sit to the side. He didn't order us girls around, probably because he thought it was okay.

"Let's...let it go..." Xiang Hui said in a pleading tone.

"Be good, you already promised me, you can't go back on your word," Zhengxin said. There was no hint of lust in his words, but rather a gentle persuasion, even gentleness. Back then, when Mingqiang seduced and trained me, I also went through similar steps that were hard for me to resist. These wicked men made women feel that surrendering their most precious bodies was an exciting and wonderful thing... What exactly did Zhengxin want Xiang Hui to do? I was getting impatient. And An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, those two extremely lecherous men, were obviously even more itchy. They stopped talking and just listened carefully.

"Would you really like it if I did this?" Xiang Hui asked.

"It will only make me like you more," Zhengxin said.

"Then... okay... if Zhengxin thinks it's good..." She took the bait, she gave in... I must have felt the same way she did.

Xiang Hui and Zhengxin switched places, and Xiang Hui went to the window. Xiang Hui stood up facing the glass window. I then realized that she was much shorter than me, maybe only about 1.52 or 1.53 meters tall. She looked out the window, her big eyes flickering with some unease. After taking a deep breath, she suddenly grabbed the hem of her clothes and lifted it up.

Because Zhengxin had just taken off her bra, her breasts popped out—as a woman, I couldn't help but stare in disbelief—what a pair of youthful, vibrant, and alluringly full breasts! Commonly used terms like "hibiscus," "white rabbit," and "jade" seemed pale and inappropriate in comparison to Xiang Hui's breasts. No suitable metaphor could describe her translucent, smooth, and delicate skin; it was as if a finger could linger on it for a moment, effortlessly gliding along her tender curves.

No suitable metaphor could describe the beautiful, rounded, moist, and full shape; you couldn't see a stiff "sphere," nor an awkward "papaya" or "chili pepper." The only word you could use was "Xiang Hui's unique breasts." Not to mention the dreamlike pink areolas and nipples… and, judging by size alone, perhaps in a year or two, they would surpass mine. Xiang Hui closed her eyes in fear, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breath, her youthful allure and shyness perfectly blended. If the dictionary were to include the phrase "baby face, big breasts," a picture of Xiang Hui would be a must.

I don't know how much time passed—perhaps only five seconds—before Xiang Hui suddenly screamed, pulled down her clothes, and shrank back into her seat. At that moment, I, who had been lost in thought, stunned by the beauty of her breasts, finally realized: she was exposing her precious breasts to the window, while outside, the car was full of vehicles and pedestrians.

"Oh no, someone saw us!" Xiang Hui exclaimed in panic.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Zhengxin said, holding Xiang Hui.

"But it really is... someone really saw us... his car was going about the same speed as ours, and he turned around and stared..."

"What's the point if no one saw us?" Zhengxin continued to reassure Xiang Hui, trying to convince her that this was a very rare and important experience, something that would make him very happy and proud. It seems Zhengxin is different from people like An'an and Cheng Xiaojin who forcefully conquer women with their sexual prowess. Zhengxin's frequent taciturnity is a good thing, because once he opens his mouth, it's too dangerous. I'm an observer now, so I can make this clear. Simply put, he's similar to Mingqiang in this respect, but there are differences. Mingqiang's verbal seduction is usually accompanied by displays of male strength and sexual attraction, but Zhengxin seems to only need a mouth. If I were the one being seduced by Zhengxin's devilish words, I would definitely… Thinking of this, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Mingqiang beside me.

He was still intently watching the basketball game on his phone… I suddenly really wanted him to look this way… to look, to touch his stepmother…

Xiang Hui stood up again. Although her body was trembling, her hands gripped the hem of her clothes, as if she was making up her mind. After a moment of hesitation, she lifted her clothes again, revealing her youthful, enormous breasts that would drive both men and women mad. She closed her eyes tightly, afraid to look at anything outside the window. Perhaps due to the reflection, those outside might not be able to clearly see her entire body, but one can imagine that this hazy, sensual beauty would make anyone fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of it even more captivated. This might even cause a traffic accident, right?

"Is...is it okay?" After about a minute, Xiang Hui asked tremulously. "Zhengxin?" Zhengxin didn't answer, but instead moved closer, placing his hands on the inside of her thighs. Xiang Hui cried out, "Ouch!" Zhengxin's hands continued upwards, lifting her skirt and cupping her not-so-large, round, and cute buttocks, encased in red polka-dot panties. Zhengxin stuck out his tongue, licking her vulva through her panties.

Xiang Hui's entire body froze; her hands, which had been lifting her clothes, fell back down. Because the clothes were rolled up above her breasts, they didn't fall down with her. Xiang Hui let out a soft moan, and Zhengxin suddenly pressed one hand against her back, pushing her forward until her entire body was pressed against the glass window. No, because her distorted breasts became an obstacle, preventing her abdomen from reaching the glass window. Zhengxin did not stop attacking her vaginal opening. Although it was unclear exactly how he was using his tongue on her, from the girl's rapid moans, one could feel that pleasure was gradually overwhelming her.

"No...no...someone's watching...ah, no...I'm so embarrassed..." Xiang Hui said, making only weak and feeble resistance. Zheng Xin stood up, unzipped his pants, took out his thick, long penis, and inserted it into the gap between Xiang Hui's polka-dot panties and her beautiful buttocks. Xiang Hui's body shuddered, and her legs clamped together, Zheng Xin's penis was trapped in the narrow triangular space formed between her inner thighs and her vaginal opening.

"No! Not here..." Xiang Hui struggled, but Zheng Xin held her down with his long and strong hands. "I want to be here," Zheng Xin said to her, "Xiao Hui, you look especially beautiful like this." Then he lifted his body up, and his penis seemed to have truly touched Xiang Hui's vaginal opening. The girl whimpered, weakly shaking her head from side to side, her breasts rubbing against the glass window, but her areolas and nipples were still basically in their original positions.

Zhengxin grabbed Xianghui's wrists with both hands and pulled her back, arching her back and raising her buttocks high. Then he adjusted his hips left and right, thrusting forward. The girl let out a short, painful yet pleasurable moan, and he stopped, seemingly only the head of his penis entering. He then used the strength of his waist, increasing the pulling force with both hands, and his penis plunged deep inside, his abdomen pressed against the girl's buttocks.

"Ugh... ooh...!" Xianghui let out a moan with a childlike voice and a hint of crying, echoing in the carriage. The atmosphere changed... Wenlong, sitting behind Zhengxin, and An'an and Cheng Xiaojin in front, all watched this scene intently, and Zhengxin didn't stop them anymore. After all, his previous attempts to stop them were just for show.

"Ha, they're getting started?" The voice that came out was actually Liang Qing. I turned my head and saw her resting her head on the back of the seat, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her mouth, watching this scene with great interest. And Zhong Caining, standing beside her, was actually… engrossed in a book. Yes, she maintained the elegant demeanor of a well-bred young lady, her long, slender, white fingers lightly pressing on the slightly shiny pages, as if what was happening in the carriage wasn't fucking, but a prank not worth disturbing her studies.

The reason I could see Zhengxin's penis thrusting into Xiang Hui's body so clearly was because I had completely turned around and knelt on my seat. Wenlong, who was closest to them, stood up, his eyes gleaming strangely, his right hand beginning to stroke his penis… Actually, my hands were also reaching towards my chest and crotch… "Ugh… ugh…" Xiang Hui always bit her lip, trying to keep her moans from being too loud, which only intensified the allure of the scene before her. When Zhengxin first started fucking her, there was no obvious sound, usually because her vagina was slightly tight at first. But after about ten thrusts, gradually, a series of slapping sounds began to emanate from their joined bodies, an irresistible rhythm of lust gradually creeping in.

Ah, a tall, mature yet youthful high school boy was pressing a large-breasted teenage girl—likely the dream girl of many boys—against the bus window, thrusting into her intimately and mercilessly… It was clear she was experiencing increasing pleasure; a sliver of her pink tongue peeked out from between her lower lip. He gradually increased his speed and force, his thick, long penis appearing and disappearing between her buttocks. It was evident his penis wasn't thrusting straight in, but rather exploring different angles as it entered and exited, thoroughly ravaging the sailor-uniformed, large-breasted girl's honeypot… The girl's cheek was pressed against the windowpane. Ah, so lewd, so wanton, so… I want to get closer to them, I want to see clearly, I want to smell the scent of their union, but my body can't move… Ah! A hand is touching me, reaching under my sailor uniform, grabbing my breasts, pinching my nipples. It's Mingqiang!

He was finally attracted; his other hand slipped under my skirt. The moment his fingers touched my labia, I shuddered as if electrocuted.

"So wet?" he whispered in my ear. "You enjoy watching her get fucked? Xiaoxue's mom, looks like I've discovered another one of your hobbies."

With that, he turned his hand, using his middle and ring fingers to part the fleshy opening hidden by my shameful labia, finding the wet entrance, and then slowly, gradually increasing the pressure, probing inside… Mingqiang's fingers, with a different feel than a penis, explored my vagina, repeatedly opening and closing as they went deeper. I could feel his fingertips, with their superior flexibility compared to a penis, pressing, exploring, and plundering the territory of pleasure within me.

"Ah… umm… come in a little more…" The sight of Xiang Hui being fucked gave me even richer visual stimulation, while also amplifying the intensity of my physical stimulation, making me shamelessly demand more. Perhaps it was because I had been anticipating this moment for so long, longing for the lewd physical contact even before boarding the bus… so when this happened, I couldn't stop my own lust from erupting.

Ah, hearing my voice, An'an and Cheng Xiaojin both turned around to look… An'an gave a lustful smile; he knew what had happened to me… How annoying, but I still wanted to be seen… They were far away, and couldn't see anything except my raised head, so naturally they went back to admiring the spring scenery before them… Look at me too…

At this moment, Xiang Hui turned her head, and our eyes met. Ah, the big-breasted girl being fucked in her honey pot looked so lewd and alluring, her eyes seemed to have a hint of tears, her flushed cheeks simultaneously representing shame and the ever-growing lust, her slightly protruding pink tongue trembling slightly with the man's thrusts. For some reason, after our eyes met, our gazes remained locked, inseparable; she clearly understood that the man behind me was fucking me in some way. Seeing another woman being violated while I was being violated was a first for me. A strange, intense, and lewd feeling arose within me… Men might become friends by discussing their sexual desires for women, because they expose their true selves to each other in that moment. And women, perhaps, might also develop an ambiguous connection by simultaneously discovering that the other is being violated by a man. Isn't the quickest way to bring people closer by sharing pleasure? Xiang Hui and I, one being violated by Zheng Xin's penis and the other by Ming Qiang's fingers, although eleven or twelve years apart in age, both exposed their true selves as women, and our eyes locked onto each other, unable to look away.

"Ugh… Zheng Xin… Zheng Xin, my husband… Husband, you're violating me, violating little Hui Hui… Husband, you're violating little Hui Hui inside…" It seemed that the eye contact with me allowed Xiang Hui to let go, and she, who had only been moaning softly, began to utter lewd words full of provocative meaning. Hearing her say that, Zhengxin noticeably increased his speed and intensity. His previously deliberate attempts to find different angles of insertion gradually became a simpler, straight-in-out motion.

"There are people watching outside… watching you fuck me, husband… husband, do you like it when people watch Xiaohui being fucked by you…?"

"I like it, they like it too. Those people outside must be hard too. They want to fuck your cunt like I do, Xiaohui. But there's a glass window between us, so they can only watch." "Because they're not my husband. Xiaohui's breasts and cunt belong to my husband Zhengxin… ahh, ooh, umm…!"

Zhengxin's thrusting seemed to have reached its final stage, the entire carriage filled with the loud, lewd sounds of him slamming into Hui's buttocks. Mingqiang's fingers suddenly increased their pressure, pressing on my G-spot deep inside my cunt, his two fingers alternating in a tickling, digging motion. The intense pleasure filled my mouth with saliva, my eyes moist, as if flames were burning deep within my cunt.

"Xiaohui, I'm going to cum!" Zhengxin said. "Mmm... Husband, shoot it into me, Xiao Huihui's pussy wants to drink your soy milk..." Xiang Hui, her lust reaching its peak, spoke in surprisingly vulgar language. After the most intense thrusts, Zhengxin's buttocks tightened, and he began to ejaculate—but I didn't see it, because I also lowered my head, my body trembling uncontrollably, on the verge of climaxing as Mingqiang relentlessly attacked my G-spot—it's coming, it's coming! Ahh, so hot, right there, I felt it, that tension that was about to erupt, the boundless, frantic surge of lust, the internal orgasm gushing out from my G-spot—"Ahhh—!!" I cried out without restraint, I wanted everyone in the car to hear, I wanted them all to know that Mingqiang had made me orgasm with his fingers.

"Waaah—!" This was Xiang Hui's cry, the last syllable carrying a heartbreakingly childlike pitifulness. It seemed she too had reached orgasm with Zheng Xin's semen invading her, and so our two women's cries of pleasure intertwined.

Because Xiang Hui hadn't taken off her panties, a large amount of semen had smeared inside them. Zheng Xin didn't immediately pull out his penis, but instead stirred it inside her panties, continuing to squeeze out Xiang Hui's increasingly weak moans.

I saw the sticky semen overflowing from the edge of her panties, flowing down her thighs—proof that the large-breasted girl had been wantonly fucked…

Ming Qiang pulled out his finger and put it in my mouth, making me lick my own semen. I sucked on his finger like it was a penis. Zheng Xin finally pulled out his penis, and Xiang Hui slumped into the seat. Behind her, Wen Long rubbed his exposed penis, already extremely excited. Zhengxin and Wenlong exchanged glances, then Zhengxin said to Xianghui, "Xiaohui, look, Wenlong's penis is so hard because of you." "Mmm...ah..." Xianghui responded weakly.

"It's all because you were so tempting just now. And An'an, Cheng Xiaojin, they all got hard because of you, and they really want to fuck you."

"Stop talking, I'm so embarrassed...I don't want to..."

"It's okay for you to be shy, the more shy you are, the more I like you. You're so tempting, just letting them watch will make them feel suffocated. You promised me you would try to do it with other people, now is the perfect time." "If I do it with other people, you won't like me anymore..."

"How could that be? You don't just do it with anyone, it's someone I approve of, I'll only like you more because you're obedient and willing to make me happy. Don't you want your favorite Zhengxin to be happy?" "Waaah...but I'm so tired...hug me first..."

Xianghui didn't really refuse, and Zhengxin's goal was about to be achieved. He hugged Xianghui tightly, kissed her face first, then her lips, and then played with her nipple. "I know you're tired," he continued, "so it'll be good to have someone keep you company. Who do you want?"

"I'll do it!" said the impatient Cheng Xiaojin. "Damn, I'm all swollen up like this! Let me have it!" Xiang Hui didn't turn her head, her eyes glanced left and right, only glancing at An An and Cheng Xiaojin, lingering on Wen Long for a moment. In less than three seconds, Zheng Xin understood. He gave Wen Long a wink, got out of his seat, and let Wen Long fill his place. Wen Long helped Xiang Hui up, made her kneel on the chair, her buttocks raised high, and from behind, in a doggy-style position, he grabbed and squeezed her large breasts while slowly thrusting his penis in. After only a short while, Xiang Hui began to moan again. Wen Long, who wasn't handsome, but had a tanned, muscular body, raping a young darling like Xiang Hui, was another kind of alluring sight.

"Damn!" Cheng Xiaojin looked in my direction. "Mingqiang, let me have my way with her." "Do you want her now?" Mingqiang asked me. I didn't answer, but like Xiang Hui, I made my choice with my eyes. "Okay, then go ahead." Mingqiang understood and let go of my hand. I slowly walked over—towards Zhengxin. Yes, I wanted him. Having just witnessed the lewd tricks he performed on Xiang Hui, I also wanted, really wanted to pin this man down, to be possessed by him, to be played with…it was this very penis that made the girl abandon her innocent appearance… Zhengxin sat in

the chair, his penis still sticky with semen and vaginal fluid after he had just finished with Xiang Hui. I walked towards him, passing An'an and Cheng Xiaojin, feeling the heat emanating from them, a heat of intense lust that hadn't yet subsided, but they didn't touch me. It seemed that the other basketball players wouldn't dare to make a move on the woman that Mingqiang and Zhengxin had their eyes on, unless they gave the order.

On the other side, I could finally see clearly Wen Qiang's large, prominently bulging penis thrusting into Xiang Hui's pink, full vagina. As he pulled out, he brought the glans to the entrance, and I noticed its umbrella-like shape was particularly wide and pronounced. The space between the "eaves" and the shaft scraped against Xiang Hui's small labia, rubbing the mixture of Zheng Xin's semen and vaginal fluids to the outside of her vaginal opening before thrusting in again with a powerful thud. A breathtaking moan seemed to escape from Xiang Hui's mouth with that thrust, seeping into and dissipating into the air filled with the scent of sex. I've always felt that the genitals are most beautiful during intercourse—the friction, the stretching, the changing shape of the flesh to please the other…

I knelt before Zheng Xin, grasping his penis. Seeing a pure young girl being violated beside me only made me more unable to restrain myself. And Zhengxin's penis was indeed quite beautiful, with a pungent, lewd smell... only slightly limp because it had just been used. I held it in my right palm like a precious treasure, pressing it against my face with lewd affection, wiping it from my left cheek to my lips, then to my right, smearing the lewd fluids on my face. By doing so, I carried the scent of his and Xiang Hui's intercourse. What I did was actually comparable to a tribal warrior applying herbal juice to his face to boost his fighting spirit; both were preparations for entering the battlefield, and a man's erect penis was my battlefield...

I began to lick his penis, smearing saliva on it, then sucking it in along with the existing fluids, making smacking sounds, while feeling the penis quickly return to its rock-hard state—"No!" I suddenly heard Xiang Hui's voice. "Zhengxin's penis is mine... don't lick it... waah..."

It seemed that the sound of my licking had attracted her attention; she turned her head with some difficulty and saw what I was doing. This didn't stop me, and I think Zhengxin didn't want me to stop either, so I lifted my body slightly, cupped my heavy breasts, and placed them on the inside of his thighs, enveloping his testicles and part of his penis in my flesh. My tongue also wrapped around and licked his penis and glans with greater movements.

"No! Waaah—" Xiang Hui seemed to be stimulated even more, and began to twist her buttocks, trying to escape Wenlong's rape. But this twisting only gave Wenlong greater pleasure, driving him to grab Xiang Hui's buttocks even harder and slap her tender buttocks left and right. Xiang Hui's moans were a mixture of pleasure, the pain of being slapped, and the resentment of witnessing me licking her man's penis.

I wonder if her current feelings are the same as a man witnessing himself being cuckolded?

From my experience as a woman, it's slightly different. When a man sees his girlfriend being raped, his first thought is of her body, and his own will and dignity, all of which have been violated. When a girl discovers something like this, her primary feeling is that she has lost "love." Of course, there must first be "exclusive love," and Xiang Hui's affection for Zheng Xin is clearly extraordinary. I didn't want to possess Zheng Xin, but this feeling of "stealing someone else's love" still gave me a more mysterious pleasure, and my vagina was incredibly wet... At this moment, Zheng Xin suddenly stood up and pulled his penis out of my mouth. What, did he not want Xiang Hui to see this?

No, not at all. He stood up, pressed down on the back of the chair Xiang Hui was kneeling on. To allow long-distance travelers to rest, these chair backs can be tilted back at about sixty degrees, so Xiang Hui's body tilted accordingly. Zheng Xin then pressed down on the back of the chair next to him, and then used his strong arms to grab my thighs from below, lifting me up and slamming me face down onto the chair back.

"Ah!" This moment of pain made my heart race, which only excited me more. So, I was practically pressed against Xiang Hui, who was being raped. I turned my head, and she looked at me with her eyes wide open, brimming with tears, biting her lip, seemingly still unwilling to accept it. But from her trembling moans, as if enduring extreme cold, it was clear that what was suppressing her mind and body was the overwhelming pleasure.

My legs were originally hanging on the edge of the seat, but Zhengxin lifted them up, pressing them upwards, so that my vulva and my thighs formed a very lewd, completely exposed V-shape, with the insides of my legs almost pressed against my large breasts. Not being particularly slender, if I hadn't done a lot of stretching exercises for volleyball, I probably wouldn't have been able to withstand this kind of torment. I looked down and saw Zhengxin's penis, fully erect, aimed at the most vulnerable, delicate, secret, yet most beloved place on my body for a man's touch...

"You can't do this to her! Waaah... You just fucked her, and now you're fucking someone else—" Xiang Hui was still protesting.

"Xiao Hui, you're being fucked by someone else right now too."

"But...but...! It was Zheng Xin who told me to do this...saying you like it, waaah—" During this brief argument, my lower body was already unbearably itchy. If my body hadn't been held down, I probably would have moved down and actively wrapped my labia around Zheng Xin's glans. In an instant, I saw a hidden, smug smile on Zheng Xin's lips...I understood, he was teasing both Xiang Hui and me at the same time.

"Zheng Xin, I, I want..." I said. "Give it to me..."

"No! You can't take his...waaah..." Xiang Hui said.

"Zhengxin, fuck me, don't wait, hurry up, fuck me with your big cock..." "Waaah...no, I'll never listen to you again, Zhengxin, you big liar...waaah..." Zhengxin thrust his lower body forward, and the cock I had longed for slid smoothly into my very wet honey hole. Ahh, this is the feeling! Because of my long-awaited desire, the inside of my vagina began to contract with anticipation even before the glans penetrated. Ahh—I stuck out my tongue, tilted my head back, and finally released the pent-up moans.

It wasn't from when Mingqiang started fucking me with his fingers, nor from when I saw Zhengxin fucking Xianghui, but before I got on the bus, even before I saw the vibrating egg wire on Xianghui's lower body, I had been craving this kind of lustful filling and satisfaction—Zhengxin started moving—

"Ah! Ahh...!" "Waaah...!" Our moans intertwined, advancing wave after wave like tides, each trying to outdo the other. I lay on my back, legs raised high, while the sixteen-year-old girl with huge breasts knelt beside me, her breasts bulging from her sides, enduring the abuse of Zhengxin and Wenlong's penises. The rhythm of their thrusts changed constantly; although both were fucking, the different "tools" produced different slapping sounds. The only certainty was that no matter the angle or rhythm at which my and Xianghui's vaginas were being penetrated, they both, with the wetness flowing from the depths of their core, wanton, with their inherent lewdness and feigned shyness, swallowed and exhaled the penises they craved. At this moment,

my hazy eyes saw another woman's naked body—the rebellious girl Liang Qing. She took off her sailor uniform and walked over. Her body lines were also very alluring, not like the delicate, large-breasted girl like Xianghui, nor the seductive married woman like me, but refined, well-proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat, like a female aerobics instructor. Her small breasts were adorned with nipple rings, and her ribs, sides, thighs, and hands were covered in tattoos. Most striking was the word "crazy bitch" in cursive script, arranged in two rows of arches on her abdomen.

"Having fun, huh?" she said, her eyes devoid of any shyness. She then knelt beside Zhengxin, licking his swaying testicles, and then licking the point where his penis met my vagina. This sudden, novel stimulation caused my vagina to tighten even more, and Zhengxin let out a pleasurable moan. After licking for a while, she stood up, wiped her tongue, which was covered in my vaginal fluid, with her hand, and then touched her own vulva with the same hand. I then noticed that each of her labia minora had a metal ring embedded in it. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of sexual awakening and adventure she had experienced.

She walked to a chair across the aisle from me, raised one leg high, and flexibly hung it on the back of the chair, while the other leg remained upright. She slapped her butt and then said to the front of the carriage, "Mingqiang, let's have some fun."

Mingqiang walked over, his favorite penis erect, and stood next to Liang Qing. He glanced at me, and without saying a word, thrust his penis into Liang Qing's honey pot and began to pump. Soon, Liang Qing joined Xiang Hui and me in our moaning, though our "style" was slightly different.

"Ah! Oh, so good, I've wanted to do this with you for a long time, ah—so thick, it can go in a little more, fuck my cunt hard, oh oh, do you like fucking my big, horny cunt with the IUD? Don't be afraid to fuck it to pieces, fuck it hard—"

I watched for a while, then turned my head and found that something had changed beside me—An An had come over and actually pulled out her penis and put it in Xiang Hui's mouth. Zhengxin seemed to tacitly agree, and Xiang Hui didn't resist much, but it was clear she was struggling. She had to open her mouth wide to receive the excessively large penis, and I could even see rounded bumps appearing and disappearing on her throat as the glans moved in and out… Watching this up close was incredibly stimulating. I witnessed a pure young girl's endless descent into lust… just like what I experienced… When she got into the car with a vibrator inserted, exposed to the window, Xiang Hui's sexual desire was still completely dependent on Zhengxin. But when she and I were raped by different men at the same time, the possibility of escaping the abyss of lust vanished forever. This had nothing to do with whether she verbally consented. Once it happened, and she didn't strongly object, the verdict was already decided: Xiang Hui, 16 years old, had become a lewd girl.

There's nothing wrong with this... Xiang Hui, you'll understand. Like me, this is our posture. Our big breasts and honey pots were developed and grew for this moment—all we should do is endure, no, not just endure, but moan and clench to please these men, to give them greater enjoyment, which is to satisfy our own lust... Seeing that

An An was also enjoying herself, Cheng Xiaojin finally couldn't hold back and walked over to Liang Qing, who was being fucked by Ming Qiang. He spread her buttocks with one hand and grabbed his beer bottle-sized penis with the other, wanting to aim it at her anus and thrust it in. Unexpectedly, Liang Qing reached out and "slapped" his penis open.

"Cheng, don't mess with me!" Liang Qing said unhappily. "How many times have I told you, if you dare touch me, I'll cut off your penis!"

"Why are you being so fierce! Look how hard I'm swollen, letting me fuck you won't cost you a piece of flesh! Cousin!" What? So that's what they were...

"Go fuck someone else! I don't do incest! Mingqiang, ignore him, come again, mmm..." So that's how it is. I suddenly understood even more why it was best not to expose my relationship with Mingqiang to anyone outside the basketball team. Liang Qing doesn't accept incest, and she has such a strong personality. If she knew I was Mingqiang's stepmother, she would definitely say something, ruining the lewd atmosphere.

"Fuck..." Cheng Xiaojin made a displeased expression, then, while masturbating, he glanced at me.

Okay, come here, my mouth is too wet, I want it, I want you to put your penis in my mouth, grab my breasts hard, I want both my holes to smell like cock... At this moment, Mingqiang suddenly picked up Liang Qing and quickly walked to the back of the carriage. There was a row of seats at the very back with a large window above it, covered with light green curtains. He pressed Liang Qing's body down, making her kneel on the seat, her breasts pressed against the curtains, and inserted his penis again. Liang Qing groaned again. Ming Qiang glanced back, and Zheng Xin and Wen Long understood. They picked up Xiang Hui and me. While I was still feeling unhappy because of the momentary emptiness in my vagina, I was already pressed tightly against the curtains, just like Liang Qing. Xiang Hui was on my left.

With a soft "plop," Zheng Xin's penis plunged deep into my vagina again, and Xiang Hui groaned as she welcomed the penis's re-entry. I gripped the curtains tightly and opened my eyes—ah! I knew, I knew why Ming Qiang had suddenly led the way in dragging us to this back to fuck. Actually, it was two large curtains that were alternating between covering the area. I happened to have pulled the gap in the middle open a little, and I could see what was outside.

Perhaps because of a red light, or perhaps because of a traffic jam, the bus had stopped! Behind the car, several vehicles were parked in a row, along with bicycles in the non-motorized vehicle lane, and pedestrians lingering on the roadside. Several pairs of eyes, men and women… The thin curtains we were covering couldn't completely conceal the lewd acts taking place inside the car. Those outside could at least see some shadows and glimpses of our bodies through the gaps in the curtains.

This was far more daring and erotic than Xiang Hui exposing her breasts while the car was moving.

I saw the driver of the nearest car stick his head out of the side window, his eyes wide with disbelief. He wasn't looking in my direction, but rather at Xiang Hui. Xiang Hui was clutching the curtains tightly, and the frenzied thrusting from behind by Wenlong had unconsciously pushed them up slightly. From the outside, one could definitely see her fair abdomen, her navel, and the way her slender waist trembled with each impact.

Ah, so stimulating! That man must be thinking, "Am I seeing things?" Perhaps others saw more, still not the whole picture, just fragments that would fuel their endless lustful imaginations. Would they be unable to sleep at night? Would they recall this scene and get an erection, masturbate, or even start releasing their pent-up desires while holding the woman beside them?

Before I even realized these wicked thoughts, I had already uncontrollably pulled the curtains in front of me open a tiny gap… just a tiny gap, nothing more. Those close enough could see the rounded lines of my right breast pressed against the glass, but they couldn't see the nipple. If anyone wanted to see it, this was the little bit I could offer them. Look at me, look at this little bit of me, imagining a woman becoming a prisoner of a penis behind the car window…

So the three of us, different women, with our breasts pressed against the rear window, were being fucked by three men, like a scene from an adult film of group sex. The slight coolness felt on the nipples and breasts, the slight discomfort and fullness of the breasts being squeezed, the waist arching back in a seductive manner to please the men's penises, the buttocks twisting slightly uncontrollably—feeling the unique shape of that penis, from the glans inwards into the shaft, then expanding to the scrotum and testicles, that lewd and ferocious thing created for crushing and thrusting into a woman's vagina, gathering the most primal and impulsive power of a man's entire body. *Smack, smack*, the most lewd sounds, the tender flesh being mercilessly ravaged, the moans of countless releases, the wildness of being bound and whipped—it seemed as if the body was flying high in the sky while clinging tightly to the earth, as if even the pores of the skin buried under the pubic hair were trembling with pleasure—the lewd cries of the three of us were completely intertwined, almost indistinguishable from one another. *Mmm, ahh, cock, fuck me, dick, fuck my cunt, husband, oh baby, am I wet? Is it good? I want more, so good, so comfortable, so horny, I love your big cock, harder, so inside, where did it go? Hurry up, spank my ass, grab my breasts, your cock is inside me, I want to be fucked every day, I'm going to die, I can't take it anymore, I love my husband's big cock so much, it hurts, no, more, oh oh ahh—* The car, the car, started moving. Those eyes that had participated in this bizarre voyeuristic ceremony began to look away—

our three bodies went limp, sliding down onto the seats and onto the floor. The three men who had raped us, along with An'an and Cheng Xiaojin who had been masturbating while watching, began to ejaculate on us. We were enveloped in a strong, pungent stench. I looked up, watching the white semen spurting from the glans of those penises, one spurt after another, as if time had slowed down. The rain of semen, intertwined on my head and breasts, mingled with the men's moans, falling on our hair, faces, mouths, necks, breasts, stomachs, thighs, pubic hair… It was impossible to predict which part of our bodies would be covered in semen the next second, coming into contact with the familiar heat of our cunts…

Our three bodies were pressed tightly together, an unconscious intimacy and embrace after the overwhelming assault. Just as men can solicit prostitutes together, the three of us were being fucked simultaneously in the most extreme circumstances, so at this moment our bodies could only transmit warmth and tremors to each other, unable to separate. Liang Qing raised one leg, still touching herself, making moaning sounds. Xiang Hui's cheek was pressed against my shoulder. Looking at her, the most delicate and perhaps the most affected, I couldn't help but feel an urge to kiss her and lick the semen off her face. But I was too tired, and I didn't want to disturb her...

Just then, I heard unusually clear footsteps in this erotic bus. I struggled to lift my head and saw Zhong Caining approaching. Yes, I had almost forgotten there was another woman. Could it be that she, who had remained unmoved and elegantly reading her book, had finally succumbed and was about to accept the baptism of these men's penises?

She walked up to us. Strangely, none of the men touched her. Even the most powerful among them, Ming Qiang and Zheng Xin, turned away to prevent their still-swollen penises from touching her body. Especially Zhengxin, the grandson of a school board member, who arranged this bus trip and had the authority to divide the carriage into two parts with black curtains to prevent the coach from disturbing his lewd acts, actually avoided a cheerleader… What was going on?

Zhong Caining gently lifted one foot, the sole of her foot leaving her shoe—those legs encased in black stockings were so long and beautiful. If you focused your gaze on her calves and slowly moved upwards, you might even get the illusion that those legs had no boundaries. She lightly touched my labia with her toes, causing me to tremble instantly, and then she withdrew her foot.

“Not bad. Try to clean yourself up before we stop, after all, we still need to enter someone else’s school.” After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked back to her original seat.

Later, while tidying herself up, Mingqiang revealed some information to me that didn’t help in understanding her true identity, but was still quite interesting: “She doesn’t touch men.”

[The End]

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