Enjoying the bus journey

Four years ago, my husband and I left our hometown for Guangzhou, a prosperous southern city. My husband, Guohua, got a job at a real estate development company through his own abilities and quickly gained the boss's approval, being appointed as the engineering planning supervisor. From then on, my husband had even less time to spend with me. Although I sometimes felt lonely, I deeply loved my husband and never did or even thought of betraying him. I didn't work outside the home, spending my days either shopping with friends or surfing the internet; my life was very ordinary and boring. But one day in the summer of 2002 changed everything… It was a hot day, and my husband went to work early in the morning; another lonely day. Just as I was about to go online, my friend Xiaoling called Ileybutton.I was invited to go shopping by a friend. Having nowhere else to go, I changed into casual clothes—a tight t-shirt and super-short denim shorts—and took the subway to meet Xiaoling. Xiaoling's situation was similar to mine; her husband was also a high-income earner, and she was also idle all day. We met online through a dating website and hit it off immediately, quickly becoming close friends. "Xiaoyun, I think that dress is really nice..." Xiaoling and I strolled happily along XX Pedestrian Street, and before we knew it, it was already past 5 pm. Xiaoling had to go home because her husband called her. I should go home too. It was rush hour, and the subway station was packed. A train had just arrived, but it was already full before I could even get on. Soon the next train arrived, and I was pushed onto it in the crowd. Out of self-preservation, I squeezed to the very back and stood against the inner door, because the other door on the Guangzhou subway is closed, so I felt safe there. There were many people, and a man stood very close to me, face to face. Soon we reached a station, and a group of people got off. Just when I thought I could finally relax, even more people surged forward, and the man in front of me was practically pressed against me. His strong chest pressed against my breasts. Although I didn't want this contact, what could I do in such a crowded environment? Yet, I couldn't stop my heart from racing. What shocked me even more was that his hand started touching my thigh, and his other hand reached between my legs, rubbing my genitals through my pants. He was incredibly audacious. I looked up at him in surprise, only to see him staring at me with lustful eyes. I quickly turned my head away, unable to look at him. Seeing my fear, he became even bolder. One hand groped along the edge of my shorts, then his fingers slipped inside my pants, pulling aside my underwear and directly fondling my wet, fleshy vulva. I instinctively squeezed my legs together, but it was too late. He'd somehow managed to slip a foot between my legs, preventing me from doing so. He seemed like an experienced pervert. My disobedient body began to react strongly, and his fingers had already reached the entrance of my vagina. He whispered in my ear, "Miss, you're so sensitive. Cooperate, or it won't do you any good!" His fingers penetrated my vagina, and I felt a tingling sensation, waves of pleasure spreading throughout my body with his gentle thrusting. I began to feel my panties getting wet, and vaginal fluid was flowing out continuously. His fingers went deeper, and my legs went weak; I almost couldn't stand. At this moment, he wrapped his other arm tightly around me. Everyone else in the car must have thought we were a couple; no one noticed I was being harassed. He began to press his hard penis against me. Even through my pants, I could feel his hot, hard penis, and with each throbbing, I felt like his thing was defiant. "Next stop xxx has arrived. Passengers, please check your belongings..." Hearing the announcement, I realized we had arrived at my stop. I snapped out of it and tried to break free, but I was too weak; my arms and legs felt limp. "I've arrived at my stop, please let me go!" I pleaded softly, my face flushed with shame. Perhaps afraid I would scream, he finally released me. The train stopped, the doors opened, and I pushed my way through the crowd. There weren't many people getting off with me, about ten or twenty. I walked off the platform, hoping to leave this place quickly. After a few steps, I felt a wetness in my genitals, which was quite uncomfortable. I glanced down and saw a wet patch on my underwear. I realized I had just had a lot of vaginal discharge. How embarrassing it would be if someone saw! I quickly rushed into the restroom. Unfortunately, it was packed. I quickly found a stall and went in, only to discover that the latch was broken. "It's okay, it's the women's restroom anyway," I thought. Everyone else had finished, leaving me alone. I pulled down my pants and saw my underwear was soaked. I looked down at my genitals; my pubic hair was sparse and light in color. My husband often said my genitals were beautiful… It seemed it wasn't satisfied yet, still leaking. What a useless body. I took out tissues from my bag and wiped my underwear clean. It seemed wiping my jeans wouldn't help; I'd just have to let them dry. I squatted down and took out another tissue to wipe my genitals. When I wiped my still-erect clitoris, my whole body trembled as if electrocuted, my hair stood on end, and I almost moaned. Thinking that drying jeans would take some time anyway, I might as well masturbate now. My hand unconsciously touched my labia and rubbed my clitoris, the electric-like pleasure constantly surging through me. I joined my index and middle fingers together and inserted them into my beautiful opening. Ah! It felt so good; even though my two fingers were small, they still felt full. Afraid someone might come in, I immediately started thrusting rapidly, my thumb occasionally rubbing my clitoris. The feeling was indescribable; I wanted to scream, but the environment wouldn't allow it. My mouth was wide open, but I dared not utter a sound, only making soft moaning noises deep in my throat. Just as I was about to reach my climax, "Bang!" The toilet stall door was pushed open. "Ah!" I exclaimed, pulling my fingers out of my vagina. At the same time, I looked up and saw it was the man who had harassed me on the bus earlier, holding a travel-sized fruit knife in his left hand. "Shh! Don't scream, it won't do you any good." It was the same words again, only now he had a knife in his hand. "Don't move!" I stood up, trying to pull up my pants, but he stopped me in a deep voice. He closed the door behind him, his left hand holding the knife wrapped around my waist, and he began kissing my neck. His hot breath made me extremely uncomfortable. His right hand wasn't idle either; it slipped inside my t-shirt and, through my bra, began to fondle my breasts. I resisted, trying to pull away his hand from my chest. Then he brandished a knife in front of me, smiling, and said, "I know you want it too, what's wrong with us both having some fun?" He pushed me against the wall, put the knife away, unhooked my bra, lifted my shirt, and began sucking on my nipple. His sucking made me feel hot all over. His right hand reached down to my genitals; my vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids, and his caresses brought out even more. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and involuntarily moaned, "Mmm..." The sound was soft, but he heard it. He knelt down and kissed my erect clitoris. "Oh~~" I trembled. He admired my genitals for a moment, whispering, "What a beautiful little pussy." He started inserting his fingers into my vagina and licking my genitals with his tongue. I was on the verge of collapse, my mind in turmoil, with a voice inside saying, "Husband, I'm so sorry!!!" After playing with me for a while, he stood up as if to turn me around so my back was to him. I knew he was going to do it. I hurriedly said, "No, please let me go... I'll just use my hand to help you, please let me go." I almost cried. Although I was burning with desire, I had to refuse because I wasn't a promiscuous woman. Besides, I was very hygienic; even with my husband, I always washed myself first. He didn't force me to turn around. His pants had come down at some point, and his thick, hard penis stood erect in front of me, the glans as big as an egg. It was the first time I had ever seen a penis other than my husband's. His was bigger than my husband's, and the shaft was slightly curved to the left. At that moment, I couldn't control my desire anymore. He whispered, "I don't want you to use your hands, I want to make love to you. I beg you, please let me do it just once." "But...it's unhygienic..." I don't know why I said those words. "I'll wash it, then you can have it, okay?" I stopped talking. He pulled me out of the toilet stall, got some water from the sink to wash it clean, and then pulled me to another stall. The latch on this stall door was working. After he closed the door, he turned me around. Actually, I couldn't hold back anymore and very cooperatively raised my snow-white buttocks. He held my waist with his left hand and his penis with his right hand, rubbing it up and down my labia. At this moment, I was ready to receive his penetration. I held my breath and waited. His glans was already covered with my vaginal fluid. He aimed at my vaginal opening and lowered his waist. His glans easily parted my closed labia and entered the cervix, the narrowest part of the vagina. I couldn't help but let out a soft "Ugh..." as I released the breath I'd been holding in. He paused briefly, then thrust in again with all his might. "Ahhhhhh!" I cried out this time. I had truly betrayed my husband; I had actually had sex with a stranger in the toilet... He quickly covered my mouth with his hand, afraid I would scream again. He thrust slowly, his large glans like a sealed piston, scraping away all the vaginal fluid that had secreted from my vagina. I gripped the wall with both hands, looking down at my genitals. Each time he withdrew, the fluid dripped onto the floor. Just then, I heard voices outside; several people had entered the toilet. He slowed his thrusting to avoid making any noise from the force of his movements. Although he thrust slower, each thrust almost pulled his penis to the very tip of my vagina, and each insertion reached my clitoris. Waves of pleasure spread from my vagina throughout my body. I almost screamed, but he covered my mouth with his hand, and I only made soft "Mmm..." sounds. It seemed everyone who had used the restroom had left, and he immediately increased the speed of his thrusts. With each impact, my face almost hit the wall. "Ohhhhhhh!" A dizzying sensation washed over me; I reached my climax. I tensed up.Every inch of my body, all my strength seemed to be focused on my lower body, my legs stretched straight to withstand his thrusts. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting, deeply inside me, and I felt his hot penis throbbing inside me, but I didn't feel him ejaculate. It turned out he didn't want to finish so quickly, just resting to avoid ejaculating. But I continued to climax, my tight vagina contracting and relaxing, making him gasp, "Ah~ Ah~". At this moment, a warm flow of vaginal fluid gushed out, and I felt him tremble slightly... "Ah... I can't hold back... I... I'm coming..." He thrust faster and faster, with a higher frequency, gasping as he thrust. I felt like I was flying to the heavens, every part of my body was being washed by pleasure. I knew he was about to ejaculate, preparing to receive the semen of a man other than my husband for the first time… Suddenly, I remembered that these past few days weren't my safe period, and I quickly pulled away from his hand covering my mouth. “No…no…you can’t…ejaculate inside…!” Too late! I had only said half of what I wanted to say when he thrust in a few times, deeply penetrating my clitoris, and streams of hot semen poured onto it. My orgasm came again, “Ah ... I was limp and weak, unable to stand... After a long while, he pulled out his half-erect penis, wiped it with a tissue, and said with a satisfied look, "What's your name? Can I leave you my contact information?" "I... let's just pretend nothing happened. I need to use the restroom, please leave." I didn't want to leave any future problems, so I pushed him out, closed the door, squatted down, and used my hands to spread my vaginal opening, hoping to expel the semen left by the intruder... After exiting the subway station, I immediately went into the nearest pharmacy and bought emergency contraception.

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