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

It was winter in 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 in life. 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 at an advertising company, and my girlfriend was still a student. However, her mother already knew we were dating and insisted that 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 surging crowd, 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 and gentle 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.
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. She had a full bust, probably because she had recently given birth. She was pretty, with arched eyebrows that were particularly eye-catching. She was a young married woman, and seemed to be from a small county. She 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 illuminated by the dim yellow light of streetlights, casting shadows on the tired faces of the passengers and 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 next to 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.
Just then, I suddenly heard a low, labored breathing sound, like someone was unwell. The sound came from the bunk opposite mine. I turned to look, and in the flickering, dim light, I 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.
I peeked at the woman's hands pulling the blanket tightly to her chest, her eyes 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 together we stared intently at the woman across the street, while her other 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 my girlfriend also curled up, her legs slightly open. 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 with my hand, licking in the darkness. My girlfriend squeezed my head tightly, and my mouth took in a small protrusion. My face was covered in fluid, smelling fishy, the scent of a woman. My tongue moved in and out of a warm, soft mass of flesh. My left hand reached inside my girlfriend's clothes, kneading her breasts forcefully, while my right hand grasped her firm buttocks.
My girlfriend thrust her hips a few times, and a stream of salty fluid splashed onto my face; she had reached orgasm. I lay back down, my penis erect and strong, my girlfriend's hand still tightly gripping it, her face against my chest, breathing softly, a blush on her cheeks, a satisfied smile on her lips.
By chance, I said to my girlfriend, "Give me a hand!" She was more than happy to oblige. It was her turn to bury her head between my legs, take my penis in 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 at her, she blushed and gave me an embarrassed smile. 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 bobbing 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, my penis 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 and reached out, gently lifting my coat a little, saying to my girlfriend, "Let you get some fresh air!" Actually, I meant to look at the woman opposite us. Sure enough, one of her hands was back under the covers, her eyes completely 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 eager to be released.
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. My penis remained erect, occasionally catching the light from outside and revealing a glint of saliva. The glistening head of my penis grew larger, filling her mouth. Her vagina, under the probing of my right hand, gushed forth copious amounts of fluid, leaving my hand covered in it.
At this moment, the woman opposite me stretched her head further and further out, half of her body protruding from the bunk to observe my actions more clearly, though she herself was unaware of it.
Watching her face draw closer, I could no longer resist. I pulled my coat up even wider, letting her see most of my movements. My girlfriend's face was puffed out, her hands stroking my scrotum as she sucked on my penis, her head rising and falling, occasionally emitting moans of "...mmm...mmm...mmm..." Perhaps my penis was thrusting too deep, touching her throat.
What a bizarre scene! Outside, the night rushes by in the cold wind, but inside the car, a warm, intimate atmosphere prevails. I was just accompanying my girlfriend on her way to visit relatives, but now I'm being sucked on the inside of the car by her, while a strange woman watches, eager to have her way.
With each thrust from my girlfriend, waves of pleasure wash over me, and my glans throbs as I ejaculate in her mouth. My girlfriend and I have performed oral sex before, so she's quite familiar with my semen and swallows it without resistance. However, I ejaculated too much; she couldn't swallow it all at once, and some dripped down her chin, a white line onto my pants.
At this moment, the woman's breath became even hotter, tickling my face. It carried a strong scent of perfume. Because I don't like my girlfriend wearing makeup, I rarely smell women's perfume, and now it's particularly sensitive to it.
I see the woman's expression is one of pain; I know she must be suffering. Her husband is asleep again, and she's just watching someone else suffer.
My girlfriend licked the semen off my brother, wiped it clean with a tissue, and then lay down contentedly, hugging me. With the swaying of the car, she slowly drifted off to sleep again.
It was already past 10 pm, but I wasn't sleepy at all. I saw the woman across from me start to move her blanket 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—it was quiet, everyone was fast asleep. So I made a bold move, reaching my hand over and slipping it under her blanket while she wasn't looking.
She immediately realized what was happening and pushed my hand away, but I simply stretched my body out slightly, letting my hand go deeper, touching her breast. She resisted for a moment, then stopped moving, her eyes wide open, looking around to make sure no one was watching. She released the blanket, allowing my hand to penetrate her completely. I squeezed her breast forcefully, comparing it to mine; it was 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 there as well, directly to her lower body. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing anything; her panties had been pulled down to her knees. It was clear she had 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 go deeper. I dug and probed forcefully, poking around with my middle finger. She moved again, opening her legs slightly, and I inserted two fingers while my other hand frantically kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her nipples were large, probably from previous breastfeeding.
She let out a low moan, her mouth opening wider as she gasped for breath. Water gushed out from below, and my hands were covered in her fluids. 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, tightly gripping my other hand. 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." I lowered my head, and she hesitated, looking at me again before reluctantly bringing her face closer. I kissed her lips; they were fleshy and full. There was a hint of lipstick; she had applied it. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, 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. I kissed her, and then sucked on her tongue forcefully. She began to react, becoming passionate, and hooked her hand around my head, sucking on my tongue as well.
My hand then quietly slipped down and entered her vagina. She trembled all over because I had penetrated deeply, reaching the very tip. I dug there forcefully. She closed her eyes, immersed in desire, her eyelashes trembling slightly. My tongue continued to entwine her mouth, and her vaginal fluids soaked her pants.
After our lovemaking, I gently pulled my hand away from under my coat and quietly stepped over her. My girlfriend had already turned over and was asleep. The people on the bus were silent; no one noticed. The woman opposite me felt my actions during my passionate kiss, but she couldn't resist. She could only desperately push her husband back to make room for me. Her husband mumbled something in his sleep and then fell silent. I slowly squeezed in, and the three of us ended up on one bunk. Her husband was on the inside, Zhuzhu was sandwiched in the middle, and I was on the outside.
I unzipped my pants and let my already swollen penis out, which bounced right next to her hand. Her hand grasped it, seemingly unintentionally, and she began to gently stroke it. My right hand continued to penetrate her vagina, while my left hand caressed her breasts. My mouth gradually kissed her nose, forehead, ears, and neck, slowly moving downwards. Her body was stiff; she dared not move, because she was now pressed tightly against her husband and me, unable to move even if she wanted to.
I took her breast out and examined it closely in the light. The nipple was like a small date, a bit dark, and the areola was small and not very white. But it was already erect. I took it into my mouth, and Zhuzhu's body trembled, but she dared not move again. I ignored her and sucked on it forcefully, again and again, licking the nipple and the clitoris 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 moved faster and faster, and her juices flowed again. My hand moved faster and faster in sync with her movements, while my mouth bit down on her other nipple, sucking desperately.
Zhu Zhu kept pressing my head down, but I broke free, lifted my head, and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to go!" She shook her head, glancing to the side, indicating that her husband was there and it wouldn't work.
I couldn't care less about that now, because my penis was almost bursting from her ministrations. If I didn't get in, I would die. I pulled my hand back, put my arm around her shoulder, and we lay face to face on our sides. My penis thrust forward forcefully, and Zhu Zhu tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to retreat. Her husband, on the other hand, was so close that he pushed outwards, pushing her lower body towards me. My penis was directly against her vulva, but her legs were tightly clamped together, and my penis couldn't penetrate, only resting in a patch of pubic hair. The feeling of my glans was tingling, and her juices were slippery. I took advantage of the slippery surface and began to thrust, kissing her at the same time, teasing her with my tongue.
Soon, her legs gradually parted as she became wetter, and my penis was between them, moving in and out. I caressed her labia, gently pinching her nipples. Gradually, her desire grew stronger, and her lower body involuntarily thrust towards me. My penis plunged in, the head already inside 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, hot fluid flowing onto my scrotum. I lowered my head again and sucked on her breast, gently biting her nipple. Her body began to writhe restlessly.
I asked her, "Want to move?" She closed her eyes and nodded.
So I slowly and carefully laid her flat. You can imagine how difficult that was; we couldn't move too much, we had to be extremely cautious, and constantly watch out for any movement around us. Finally, she was lying on her back, and I lay on top of her, a thin quilt covering us. Our lower bodies were tightly connected.
I began to move slowly. I glanced at her husband; he was fast asleep. Zhuzhu opened her eyes, her hair disheveled, covered in fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Her red lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing out warm air. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, gently supporting myself with my hands, careful not to press too hard on her. The movements below gradually quickened, and Zhuzhu became even wetter. I could hear soft hissing sounds, the distinctive sound of lovemaking—the sound of water.
My glans began to feel rhythmically sucked, and Zhuzhu's vagina began to contract. Her vagina wasn't very tight, just enough for me to thrust, and the depth was just right for me to reach the 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's hands gripped my shoulders, her mouth clenched, emitting suppressed moans: "...mmm...mmm...mmm..." The contractions of her vagina 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!
My penis was still hard inside Zhuzhu during our intense battle. She had already climaxed, but I hadn't yet, because I had already ejaculated in my girlfriend's mouth, so I wouldn't ejaculate again so quickly. Just then, her husband turned around, startling us. Luckily, he didn't wake up. I quickly rolled off, and Zhuzhu turned around to face her husband. I lay behind her, her body shielding me. There was a pause, but no movement. Then I became aroused 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 were now in a rear-entry position. I kissed Zhuzhu's earlobe, smelling the fragrance of her hair, my penis gently moving. 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, caressing her skin, her back, and her buttocks.
After a while of this, Zhuzhu started moaning again, and I began to feel pleasure too. I put my finger in Zhuzhu's mouth and made her suck on it. Zhuzhu obediently sucked on it, and it was still wet with her juices. I kissed her face and her hair, and my penis thrust faster, going all the way in with each stroke. Zhuzhu had to grab her husband 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. My fingers, however, quietly slipped into her anus, slowly inserting my middle finger. At first, she didn't notice because my thrusting was stimulating her with waves of pleasure, and her nerves were numb. By the time she felt pain, I had already inserted half of my middle finger. As she turned her head, her beautiful brows furrowed, and she mumbled indistinctly, "Mmm...mmm...it hurts...it hurts..." I didn't reply, but intensified my thrusting. After about twenty thrusts, my middle finger went in a little further. Zhuzhu stopped complaining of pain, only moaning, "Mmm...ah...ah."
I whispered in her ear, "Does it still hurt? Is it comfortable?" "Mmm...mmm...comfortable..." I went even deeper, my middle finger also starting to thrust in and out of her anus. Zhuzhu was filled from both ends, sweat wetting her forehead, and her lower body was constantly wet.
After thrusting for a while, I pulled my glans out of her vagina, pressed it against her anus, and slowly squeezed it into her rectum. To be honest, my girlfriend and I had tried all sorts of positions, but I had never been able to finish with her anus. Because she was afraid of pain and couldn't bear it. This time, I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to have some fun.
Zhu Zhu's brows were furrowed; she seemed to be 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 to make any big movements. I held on tightly, pushing the entire head of my penis inside. 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 while kissing her ear, saying, "See, it's okay now, I'm going to move!" Zhu Zhu hummed in agreement. I began to thrust quietly. Her anus was tight, a little dry, but I was very excited. After all, it was my first time entering a woman's anus; even my girlfriend had never done it for me, and this tight, enveloping feeling was unprecedented. Zhu Zhu then pulled my hand and touched her vulva. It turned out that her vagina had lost its fullness, making her uncomfortable.
And so, with my fingers inserted into 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 climax with my orgasm.
I withdrew my hands, hugged Zhuzhu, and whispered in her ear, "Did you enjoy it? Did it feel good?" 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 having time to answer her. My girlfriend also woke up at that moment. 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 in. My girlfriend looked at me and asked, "Weren't you asleep?" I could only mumble, "Um...no...no...I slept for a bit!" Her hand quietly reached over and grabbed my penis. "What...? You haven't put it away yet?" "Why is it wet?"
I had to push her hand away. "Stop it, it's just sweat." My girlfriend looked at me suspiciously, but couldn't figure out what was wrong. So I let it go. We arrived at the station then, and people got up. I glanced at Zhuzhu; her husband was still asleep, and she was staring blankly out the window, perhaps still savoring the moment. Soon, the train stopped, and passengers slowly disembarked. My girlfriend packed her luggage and told me to leave. I deliberately lingered, wanting to talk to Zhuzhu, but her husband had also gotten up and was busy packing with her. Seeing no chance, I got off the train and began our family visit with my girlfriend.
[The End]

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