The girl who was raped in the train carriage

My name is Sam, and I'm seventeen years old. I have a classmate whose mother is 38 years old; I usually call her Aunt Angela. She maintains a great figure, and with her beautiful face, she's very eye-catching on the street. She's always been the object of my sexual fantasies, until one day… That afternoon, I met her in the same subway car on my way home from school. The car was crowded. I stood there looking down at Aunt Angela's beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, full of soft beauty and incredibly shapely. Looking up, I saw her alluring narrow skirt, her tight white shirt, her fair neck above the neckline, her beautiful hair, her sexy lips, her large, watery eyes, and her slender, dark eyebrows—a mature beauty, more charming and alluring than a young girl, radiating the allure of a mature woman. Looking at Aunt Angela, I saw her long, slender legs beneath her skirt, her full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings, exuding the delicate softness of a mature woman. Unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to drop my keys and bent down to peek under her skirt. I could see that Aunt Angela's panties were white and semi-transparent, embroidered with elegant lace. The fabric itself was thin and transparent, and through this thin layer, I could clearly see her pubic hair and the slight rise of her mons pubis. Seeing Aunt Angela's panties clinging tightly to her white lower body, my heart almost exploded. After standing up, my mind was filled with her beauty. After a while, I couldn't resist the temptation again, and pretended to tie my shoelaces, squatting down to peek under Aunt Angela's skirt again… but what I saw was unbelievable: I saw a hand roaming inside Aunt Angela's skirt, her thighs constantly shifting position, seemingly desperately trying to escape."Whose hand is this?" I wondered to myself, increasingly unable to believe what I was seeing: a lewd-looking old man was pressed tightly against Aunt Angela's back. His left hand had already slipped under her armpit, unbuttoning a button on the front of her shirt and reaching inside. His right hand was caressing between her legs. Aunt Angela was holding onto a handrail with one hand and carrying her purse with the other, so she had no way to resist. Moreover, because the old man was holding her so tightly, she was powerless to escape. "No wonder Aunt Angela looks uncomfortable." I thought to myself, my eyes glued to the hand. His hand was scratching outside her white lace panties. The area between Aunt Angela's legs was already wet. His index finger and thumb were pinching and rubbing her most sensitive area. To avoid the violation, Aunt Angela kept her legs tightly closed, afraid that if she relaxed even slightly, his fingers would enter her body. This sight made me hard without realizing it. Aunt Angela's legs were very shapely. Although she had given birth to two children, she was still a beautiful woman, retaining her charm. This was the first time I had seen Aunt Angela's legs so closely, and my eyes were practically burning with desire; I almost couldn't resist wanting to devour them… This was much better than any pornographic film! The old man suddenly pulled his left hand out of Aunt Angela's clothes, quickly stuffing something into his pocket. I think it looked like a bra… Aunt Angela's bra! Sure enough, her firm nipples peeked out from under the thin shirt. The old man again slipped his left hand inside Aunt Angela's shirt, playing with her nipples, while his right hand gradually slipped inside Aunt Angela's pantyhose, quickly pulling them down to her knees and her underwear to the side. The old man rubbed Aunt Angela's breasts with his left hand, while his right hand wasn't idle either, reaching down to play with Aunt Angela's vulva. Aunt Angela was both shocked and ashamed, but dared not cry out. She could only remain in this position, allowing the old man to wantonly ravage her. Unable to resist, yet forced to suppress her own desires, she blushed crimson with shame. I stared wide-eyed at Aunt Angela's most intimate place. As the old man teased and probed, she seemed unable to restrain herself any longer; her legs gradually spread wider and wider, trembling slightly. Through the old man's fingers, I saw my mother's two bright red labia sliding back and forth in his hand, the vaginal fluid seeping from the cleft wetting his fingers. The old man pressed his entire palm against Aunt Angela's vulva, rubbing it a few times, then, with the wet vaginal fluid, wiped it onto the dark, shiny pubic hair below her abdomen. Aunt Angela frantically twisted her body, trying to get rid of that hand. To me, it looked as if she was rubbing her vulva against his dirty hand, making my penis hard and bulging in the front of my pants. I watched the man fondle Aunt Angela's genitals while my eyes were lewdly eyeing the delicious fleshy hole before me. Aunt Angela tried to suppress her composure, painfully trying to hide the intense desire in her lower body. At this moment, the old man raised his finger, preparing to thrust it into Aunt Angela's peach blossom hole. Aunt Angela desperately squeezed her legs together to resist the lewdness, but the man harassing her used his feet to forcefully spread her thighs apart, so that his finger could be inserted into her warm, wet vagina. I suddenly realized that I should save Aunt Angela instead of watching—how could I let this lewd old man finger-rape Aunt Angela! I straightened up, moved closer to the old man harassing my mother, and stomped on his foot hard. He endured the excruciating pain, immediately withdrew his hand, and glared at me angrily. Aunt Angela took the opportunity to adjust her pantyhose and shirt. I glared at the old man, who quickly became flustered and got off at the next stop. Many people boarded at that stop, and I was jostled by the crowd, ending up pressed against Aunt Angela from the front. The contact with her soft, full body made my heart race. Because of the crowd, I could only press even closer to her. She seemed to notice my restless movements and gently shifted her body. Oh no! Her inner thighs were pressed against my manhood. I felt my penis gradually become engorged and erect… Ah… Aunt Angela… so bouncy… My slowly hardening penis was pressing against Aunt Angela's genitals. She instinctively tried to pull away, but the train was too crowded to avoid it. The friction only stimulated my penis further, making it even harder, almost reaching under her skirt. The erect penis inside my underwear pressed against Aunt Angela's elastic, recently played-with vulva, growing thicker and thicker... Aunt Angela's soft flesh, if only I could touch it... But what if Aunt Angela screamed... What would I do...? But thinking deeper, Aunt Angela didn't dare make a sound when she was harassed earlier... As long as I'm careful... I steeled myself and decided to imitate the old man's actions. My desire was already burning brightly, like fire. Once lust took hold, I didn't care about anything else and began to slowly press my legs against the inside of Aunt Angela's thighs. I slowly, slowly exerted force, spreading Aunt Angela's beautiful legs apart little by little, but I was still somewhat hesitant, going so slowly that it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort to control myself, my legs were still trembling little by little! Aunt Angela began to sense something was wrong. She realized my legs were spreading her legs apart. She tried to move them away but was powerless. I quietly slipped my hand under Aunt Angela's skirt and quickly touched her full thigh. She trembled as if electrocuted, glanced at me in surprise, and then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid me but not daring to scream. The feel of her skin through the stockings and Aunt Angela's delicate appearance further aroused my animalistic desire. I stretched out my right leg and thrust it harder between Aunt Angela's legs, rubbing against her mons pubis. Her twisting and turning body made my right leg feel even more compressed, and I could feel the high temperature of her mons pubis. My cold right knee, exposed under my athletic shorts, combined with the heat of Aunt Angela's thigh and the friction of the stockings, gave me a strange feeling. My left hand roamed over Aunt Angela's slender waist and pink buttocks, while my right hand boldly reached between her legs, forcefully tearing her pantyhose and reaching her genitals through the hole. Without a second thought, my fingers darted further towards her plump vulva, a surge of lust overwhelming me. I forcefully pressed my middle finger against her opening through her panties. Aunt Angela's private parts were caught off guard by the attack, and she let out a muffled groan: "Mmm..." She shifted uncomfortably, gently pulling my hand away, but I wasn't about to give up. I immediately pressed myself against Aunt Angela from the front, simultaneously wrapping my left arm tightly around her waist, immobilizing her, while my right hand launched another attack. Aunt Angela felt my bold hands relentlessly kneading the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Sometimes my hands would forcefully penetrate, creating immense pressure and my burning body heat, pushing her long, slender legs open even wider; other times, they would gently glide over the tips of her fine pubic hairs, causing her an unbearable tingling and itching sensation. Waves of light, electric currents continuously burrowed into her inner thighs, into her wet, tender flesh, swirling within the delicate folds of her vagina, stimulating her sensitive, red, plump clitoris, now fully exposed beyond the foreskin, causing waves of vaginal fluid to flow continuously to the outside of her tender flesh. At other times, I would forcefully squeeze the tender flesh encased in stockings on her inner thighs, causing Aunt Angela excruciating pain. She almost gave up resisting, allowing my rude and lewd hands to defile her beautiful, shapely thighs. As I kneaded the tender flesh of Aunt Angela's inner thighs, I slowly moved forward, gradually feeling the warm, moist radiance emanating from her. My heart suddenly pounded even harder. A soft, warm touch spread from my fingertips; her vulva was already overflowing. I pushed my hand forward slightly, immediately feeling an endless, gentle penetration. So this was Aunt Angela's vulva! I felt an indescribable surge of emotion. I never imagined that my fingers would be pressed against Aunt Angela's sweet, tender little opening. Although there was still a layer of panties between us, they were completely soaked with her juices, clinging seamlessly to her labia majora. Only her erect clitoris cutely pushed against the wet, semi-transparent white panties. Aunt Angela shifted her waist, trying to move her body away, but her body didn't quite obey her commands, only trembling slightly. The subway stopped briefly at the station, and another group of passengers boarded. There was no way to escape. Aunt Angela's body was suspended in mid-air, her lower body moving as if in response to my touch. Through her nylon panties, I could feel the presence of Aunt Angela's mature, clam-like petals. I spread my fingers and gently stroked the inside of her thighs and between her thighs. As she trembled involuntarily, I couldn't resist caressing her mons pubis with my index and middle fingers through her semi-transparent white lace panties. The warm, moist breath traveled through the tightly pressed lace to my fingertips. Aunt Angela twisted and trembled, pressing her body against my chest, her hips swaying as she desperately tried to avoid me. My hand persistently touched her lower body, playing with her panties like curling strands of hair.Her pubic hair peeked out. My penis no longer wanted to stay in my pants; it wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against her body walls in a ravaging way. A lewd grin spread across my face as I grabbed her panties and pulled them up forcefully. "Mmm..." Aunt Angela couldn't help but moan softly. The intense stimulation arched her back, her full buttocks pressing against my penis. I pulled the panties tighter and looser, constantly rubbing against the crevice between her labia. I held the base of my penis, gently lifted Aunt Angela's skirt, and then attacked the depths of her cleft. As my hot, erect penis rubbed against her beautiful, peach-like cleft, Aunt Angela's whole body stiffened. The chaotic pressure on my chest grew increasingly urgent, and the swelling reaction in my pants made me feel both afraid and excited. The intense lust of youth and fantasy made me lose my reason; no one could stop my desire. Seeing that no one was paying attention, I was burning with desire. My right hand moved from her left hip to inside Aunt Angela's white lace panties, my palm gently caressing her mons pubis, my right index and middle fingers teasing her labia... then rubbing her clitoris. As my right hand, spread open, moved from her thigh to her crotch, her body involuntarily arched and twisted. I couldn't resist moving my entire hand inside her lace panties, and she trembled even more violently. Aunt Angela grabbed my hand tightly, but I almost pulled her hand into her panties as well. Under my caresses, she slightly opened her mouth and moaned softly. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, and her lower body twisted slightly, a sweet fluid slowly seeping from between her labia; I pressed my fingers against her labia and rubbed them from side to side, and she tried to escape even more, but I held her firmly with my left hand. I parted her labia with two fingers, pushing up the clitoral hood, my fingertips gently rubbing the exposed clitoris. This action caused her to unconsciously arch her hips and mons pubis. My fingertips stroked upwards from the inside of her fully opened petals. Aunt Angela's slender, snow-white neck arched back as she gasped, her beautiful forehead streaked with disheveled hair. "No...don't..." Aunt Angela uttered a dreamlike moan. Now that things had come to this, how could I give up halfway! My palm pressed rhythmically against Aunt Angela's wet vulva, feeling her vulva slightly cling to my hand. She lowered her head and tried to push me away, but I pulled her panties down. She stood there resignedly, letting me play with her, not daring to look me in the eye. Seeing Aunt Angela's reaction, I felt even more confident in ravaging her. I held her tightly to my chest, using my knee to spread her legs apart, her feet also being spread open, and her vulva opening as well. My hand slowly roamed between Aunt Angela's thighs, carefully caressing her. I discovered that Aunt Angela's vulva was very full, with large labia minora protruding outwards. Aunt Angela's pubic hair was thick and curly, covering her vulva. When her full thighs parted, I felt the cleft of her labia under her skirt. Under the soft downy hair, her clitoris was raised, and from that tender cleft, a cute little bean sprout was shrunken. I used my fingers to part the labia, pinched the pointed clitoris, and rubbed it with my index finger and thumb. Aunt Angela made a painful sound but couldn't get rid of it. My fingers moved up and down, and the wet clitoris slowly emerged from the labia. The little bean protruded from the complex flesh walls. I stroked the clitoris and her vulva with my fingers. Her vulva felt so soft! I occasionally poked her vulva with my middle and index fingers, touching it up and down, pulling her clitoris, and spreading her labia apart. Angela's tiny clitoris swelled under my caresses. She was probably already experiencing considerable pleasure; her vulva was covered in lubrication, making it even more slippery as I touched it. My fingers, one by one, slid along the cleft into her vagina. After three fingers were fully inside, I used my little finger to probe her anus, while my thumb teased her clitoris. Angela tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her from doing so. My three fingers expanded inside her. I inserted my fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out. I felt her vagina tightly gripping my fingers, and Angela's white throat trembled. Holding me tightly, she couldn't escape and had to give up resisting, letting me play with her. I probed deeper, and her juices flowed out, some running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear. After playing for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in textbooks. I patiently tried little by little… Finally, I found it! I discovered a small area about two finger-knuckles deep above her vagina. Every time I stimulated it, Aunt Angela would convulse, and her vagina would tighten. I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking this most sensitive and hidden G-spot again and again. With each attack of my fingers, Aunt Angela trembled, her body gradually going limp on me. I lifted her up with my left arm around her slender waist, while my right hand continued to play with her. With each attack and each thrust, I felt my fingers being tightened more and more by her vagina, her labia opening and closing with each thrust. As I played with her, I admired Aunt Angela's semi-conscious state. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing it between her thighs... "Mmm... mmm..." She couldn't bear the stimulation and moaned softly. I had forgotten the presence of others; with the swaying of the carriage, my penis rubbed back and forth against Aunt Angela's labia. Doing this in front of so many people provided extra stimulation, allowing me to quickly reach my climax. Soon after, I ejaculated onto Aunt Angela's panties. As soon as the subway stopped, I released the delicate Aunt Angela, and before she could react, I quickly slipped through the crowd, got off, and ran home. Back home, I kept reliving the passion from the train, but the biggest regret was that due to time constraints, I couldn't penetrate Aunt Angela's vagina. Even so, this act of finger rape was unforgettable.I poked her vulva with my index finger, stroking it up and down, pulling at her clitoris, and spreading her labia apart. Her small clitoris gradually swelled under my caresses. Aunt Angela was probably already feeling considerable pleasure; her vulva was covered in lubrication, making it even more slippery as I touched her. I inserted my fingers one by one into Aunt Angela's vagina along the cleft. After three of my fingers were fully inside her wet vagina, I used my little finger to probe her anus, while my thumb caressed her clitoris. Aunt Angela tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her from doing so. My three fingers expanded inside her, and I inserted them into her vagina, thrusting in and out. I felt her vagina tightly gripping my fingers, and Aunt Angela's white throat trembled. Holding me tightly, she couldn't escape and had to give up resisting, letting me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and then a honey-like fluid flowed down my fingers, some of it running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear. After playing around for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in the textbook. I patiently tried little by little... Finally, I found it! I discovered a small area about two finger joints deep above the vagina. Every time I stimulated this spot, Aunt Angela would convulse, and her vagina would tighten. I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking this most sensitive and hidden G-spot again and again. With each attack of my fingers, Aunt Angela trembled, her body gradually going limp on top of me. I used my left hand to hold her slender waist and lifted her up, while my right hand continued to play with her. With each attack and each thrust, I felt my fingers being tightened more and more by her vagina, and her labia opened and closed with each thrust. As I played with her, admiring Aunt Angela's semi-conscious state, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing it between her thighs... "Mmm... mmm..." She couldn't bear the stimulation and moaned softly. I forgot about everyone else; with the swaying of the train, my penis rubbed back and forth against Aunt Angela's labia. Doing this in front of so many people provided extra stimulation, quickly bringing me to my climax, and soon I ejaculated onto Aunt Angela's panties. As soon as the subway stopped, I released the delicate Aunt Angela, and before she could recover, I quickly slipped through the crowd, got off, and ran home. Back home, I kept reliving the passion in the train car, but the biggest regret was that due to time constraints, I couldn't penetrate Aunt Angela's vagina. But this act of finger rape was enough to make me unforgettable.I poked her vulva with my index finger, stroking it up and down, pulling at her clitoris, and spreading her labia apart. Her small clitoris gradually swelled under my caresses. Aunt Angela was probably already feeling considerable pleasure; her vulva was covered in lubrication, making it even more slippery as I touched her. I inserted my fingers one by one into Aunt Angela's vagina along the cleft. After three of my fingers were fully inside her wet vagina, I used my little finger to probe her anus, while my thumb caressed her clitoris. Aunt Angela tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her from doing so. My three fingers expanded inside her, and I inserted them into her vagina, thrusting in and out. I felt her vagina tightly gripping my fingers, and Aunt Angela's white throat trembled. Holding me tightly, she couldn't escape and had to give up resisting, letting me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and then a honey-like fluid flowed down my fingers, some of it running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear. After playing around for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in the textbook. I patiently tried little by little... Finally, I found it! I discovered a small area about two finger joints deep above the vagina. Every time I stimulated this spot, Aunt Angela would convulse, and her vagina would tighten. I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking this most sensitive and hidden G-spot again and again. With each attack of my fingers, Aunt Angela trembled, her body gradually going limp on top of me. I used my left hand to hold her slender waist and lifted her up, while my right hand continued to play with her. With each attack and each thrust, I felt my fingers being tightened more and more by her vagina, and her labia opened and closed with each thrust. As I played with her, admiring Aunt Angela's semi-conscious state, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing it between her thighs... "Mmm... mmm..." She couldn't bear the stimulation and moaned softly. I forgot about everyone else; with the swaying of the train, my penis rubbed back and forth against Aunt Angela's labia. Doing this in front of so many people provided extra stimulation, quickly bringing me to my climax, and soon I ejaculated onto Aunt Angela's panties. As soon as the subway stopped, I released the delicate Aunt Angela, and before she could recover, I quickly slipped through the crowd, got off, and ran home. Back home, I kept reliving the passion in the train car, but the biggest regret was that due to time constraints, I couldn't penetrate Aunt Angela's vagina. But this act of finger rape was enough to make me unforgettable.

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