Lewd women on the train

After a hard semester, winter break has finally arrived. My boyfriend is from Guizhou, and I'm going back to Taiwan for the Lunar New Year. He bought me a train ticket and drove me to the train station. He stopped by the roadside, checked the time, and saw there were still forty minutes before he left. With a wicked grin, he locked all the doors and windows.
I said I needed to catch the train, but before I could finish, he pushed me down onto the reclined seat. It was a bit chilly on Taiwan, so I was wearing a thick tracksuit. He roughly pulled open my shirt and started kissing my breasts, his hand touching my genitals through my pants. I'm a very sensitive person, and his stimulation aroused me.
I started getting wet down there, and I responded enthusiastically to his teasing, reaching out to touch his already erect penis through my pants. He rolled over and stripped us both naked, lifted my legs, and started licking my vulva. Ah, it was so itchy! His tongue was amazing; I came within minutes.
I was so wet that it sprayed all over his face. He picked up my bra to wipe his face, then, holding his penis, he inserted it. I was already very wet, and as soon as he entered, I felt a puddle of water squeeze out. He used his shoulders to lift my legs and began to thrust violently. The car was very soundproof, so I screamed loudly.
His movements were violent, causing the car to shake violently. Those outside, seeing the car swaying like that, could probably guess what was happening inside. He began thrusting intensely, and somehow he touched the button to open the convertible top. The roof slowly began to open, but he didn't notice. He continued thrusting without realizing it. At the same time, I noticed people on the street staring at us in the car, and I was stunned, speechless. Then he ejaculated, his hot semen filling my vagina. He finally realized we were having sex outdoors and pressed the button to close the roof.
The slowly closing car doors cut off the lecherous gazes of the passersby. The situation was too embarrassing. He told us to leave quickly, and without even putting on his clothes, he started the car and drove around several streets at high speed. I hastily threw on my sportswear, not even having time to put on underwear, grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and hailed a taxi to the train station. As soon as
I got into the taxi, I felt something was wrong. My shirt was wet, definitely from when we were making love. I wasn't wearing underwear either, and the semen inside me was starting to leak out restlessly. My pants were sticky and uncomfortable, but there was no time to deal with it. When we arrived at the train station, I quickly got my ticket checked and boarded the train.
As soon as I got on the train, I wanted to go to the restroom, but I couldn't go in before the train started moving. Once the train started moving, the conductor opened the restroom door, and I went in immediately. When I took off my clothes, I saw that my shirt was soaked, and my back was completely drenched. The water smelled bad,
so I couldn't wear it anymore. My pants were also full of his semen. I rummaged through my belongings and found that I only had a nightgown. I didn't even bring a set of underwear. Helplessly, I used my old sportswear to wipe myself down and then put on the nightgown. Although it wasn't cold on the train, the nightgown was a tank top that barely covered my nipples and only went down to my buttocks.
Wearing this in this season is really inappropriate, but what can I do? My priority now is to quickly get rid of this tracksuit. Even if I don't wear it on the train, I have to wear it when I get off, otherwise I'll either freeze to death or get scolded by my parents when I get home.
After leaving the restroom, I went to the sink. Luckily, there weren't many people in the sleeper car. Most people were lying in bed. I only saw a few people as I walked through the entire car. I didn't know any of them, so I wasn't afraid. They must have thought it was strange that I needed to change into pajamas on a sleeper train, haha.
My tracksuit is thick and can't be washed. If I wash it, it will definitely still be too wet to wear when I get off the train tomorrow. So I spread it out, used a toothbrush with a little water to scrub the key areas, and then went back to my bunk. I hung the wet clothes by the bed to dry, then wrapped myself in the blanket and waited for them to dry before getting off the train.
I was a little tired after being busy for a while and was just about to take a nap when the conductor came over and asked me to take out my ticket to exchange for a sleeper berth card. I was so busy that I forgot about that. I quickly got up to look for my ticket in my tracksuit. Oh no, I don't know when I lost my ticket, but it must have been lost in this carriage because I saw it when I boarded.
I whispered to him that my ticket was missing, explaining that he had seen it when I boarded the train and that I didn't know when I lost it. I asked him what we should do. He didn't seem to hear me, staring intently at my breasts through the opening of my nightgown. He then said it was okay, no rush, and would look for it.
In this half-reclining position, with his gaze level with mine, he had a clear view of my large breasts. I quickly covered my chest with my hands, and his gaze immediately became serious. He said to look carefully, that he would collect the ticket in ten minutes, and if it wasn't there, to get off at the next stop to deal with it.
Why is he so serious now, when he was just saying it was nothing? I quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom and sink to look for my ticket. I noticed that the train conductor was quite lecherous, staring at my bare shoulders and thighs. Suddenly, I understood why his attitude had changed.

I was at the sink when he came over and asked if I had found my ticket. I hesitated for a moment. Since he was lecherous, that made things easier. I'm so pretty, dealing with him shouldn't be a problem. I leaned forward, looked up at him, and let his fiery gaze see into my body.
In a very sweet voice, I told him I couldn't find it. He frowned slightly and said, "Not having a ticket is a problem." I looked at him closely; he was quite handsome. No wonder he was so lecherous. I decided
to take the plunge today. If I could have a romantic encounter with a handsome guy and solve the problem of losing my ticket, that would be great. I turned my body towards the bathroom window, with my back to him, and bent down as far as I could, pretending to look for the ticket. My already short nightgown would definitely reveal half of my buttocks now. I didn't believe he wouldn't take advantage of me from behind. I deliberately wiggled my buttocks a few times and then said, "I really can't find it."
Seeing his Adam's apple move, I knew I'd taken the bait. Sure enough, he said to me, "Come to my flight attendant's room, I'll help you figure something out." I went in and sat by the window, while he sat near the door. There was a small table in front of us; it was so cramped we had to sit together. He closed the door.
Then, looking at me, he said, "You're very beautiful and sexy. Aren't you afraid of me being alone here with you?" I guess he was testing me. But since I was already there, there was nothing to be afraid of. I'm not that conservative, so I told him, "What's there to be afraid of? With you here protecting me, let's see who dares to molest me."
He understood what I meant, then drew the curtains and leaned in to kiss me. I gently responded to his passionate kiss, our wet tongues intertwining. He took off my thin nightgown, leaving me completely naked. Looking at my naked body, he suddenly began to rapidly pull down his pants.
Before I could even react, he had already thrust his large penis into me. Due to insufficient foreplay, I was still quite dry, but he didn't care. As if he had been holding back for a long time, he pressed me down on the chair and began to thrust wildly. I said, "I have condoms in my bag, please wear one."
As soon as he finished speaking, he said it was too late. At that moment, I felt his penis throbbing inside my vagina, so swollen it hurt a little, but it also felt very full. This feeling was better than my boyfriend's, probably because his was bigger. He ejaculated, a lot of it. My vagina was so swollen. As soon as he pulled out, a gush of semen gushed out.
He pulled the trash can over, and I squatted on it, letting the semen from my vagina flow out. A lot of it flowed into the trash can. He told me that his wife was seven months pregnant, and he had held back for seven whole months. No wonder there was so much semen. But I guess I was just teasing him; I didn't believe him.
"You're so lecherous, you think I'm pretty and you'll rape me? Nobody believes you could go seven months without sex!" he said, adding that it was true. "You look a lot like someone," I said. "Is it your wife?" he asked. "No," he said, "my first love." He then pulled out his wallet to show me. I opened it and saw a woman's picture, but it didn't look like me at all.
I threw the wallet at him, yelling, "You big liar!" He hurriedly said he wasn't lying, picked up the wallet, and handed it to me, saying, "What you just saw is my wife. There's another picture behind hers." I looked and sure enough, there was another one hidden inside. I took it out and saw that it really did look somewhat like me.
Seeing this, I suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for him. Hiding a photo of his first love under his wife's photo was like how I still cherish the image of my first love in my heart. Thinking of this, I got up and sat next to him, leaning over and hugging him, feeling a sense of intimacy.
As luck would have it, my face was right in front of his penis. He was moving too fast earlier, and I hadn't had a chance to see it clearly, but now I could take a closer look. It was really big, soft, and almost as long as my palm. I took it into my mouth and slowly sucked, stirring that soft, big thing with my tongue. Soon, it wouldn't cooperate.
It suddenly jumped up in my mouth, stretching it so much it hurt. Good heavens, when it's fully erect, it's so big and thick! I couldn't even wrap my hands around it completely; even with both hands side by side, half of it was still sticking out. I looked at this huge thing in amazement. He looked at me with satisfaction and said, "It's big, isn't it? If you like it, kiss it more."
I used one hand to stroke the lower half of his penis up and down, while my mouth held the upper half. As I stroked it, I used my tongue to stir the glans he had put in my mouth. I was confident my technique was pretty good because my boyfriend always ejaculated in less than three minutes when I did this. But he was quite something; I worked hard for about ten minutes and he still didn't ejaculate.
I guessed he had just ejaculated, and my mouth was sore and I couldn't move anymore. It seemed I had to use my real skills. I pressed him down on the stool, then sat down facing him, holding his penis. I had felt intense sensations while giving him oral sex, and my vagina was very wet, so it was easy to sit down.
In the previous position, I probably couldn't penetrate all the way in, so although it felt big, I didn't feel overwhelmed. But in this position, once I sat down all the way in, it felt too long, and it hurt a little to go too deep. However, it felt really fulfilling. I held onto the edge of the table and started moving up and down, rocking back and forth and side to side a few times.
He excitedly grabbed my breasts with both hands and kneaded them vigorously. I was also intoxicated. I wasn't worried about others hearing me on the train, so I shouted loudly and moved on top of him at an almost frantic pace. I felt that I had never been so excited before, and soon I brought myself to orgasm.

My vagina involuntarily contracted, making his thick penis appear even larger. My body stiffened and I couldn't move. He lifted my body with both hands and began to make up-and-down movements with his waist. He had great stamina and thrust into me rapidly for about ten minutes. Fortunately, this was a train, so no matter how much I moved, the train wouldn't move along with me like a car.
Then I had another orgasm, even more intense than the last. With a powerful contraction of my vagina, he finally roared and ejaculated hot semen inside me again, feeling no less than last time. After we finished, we were both sweating profusely, and the seats were soaking wet.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man poked his head in. He was about to say something when he saw that we were both naked, and I was still sitting on him. Anyone who saw us would know what we were doing. The man paused for a moment, closed the door, and left. He told me that the man from earlier was the train conductor, and that he was in trouble.
He got dressed, and I put on my nightgown. A little while later, his phone rang. After answering, he looked very somber and didn't say anything for a long time. I leaned closer and asked him what was wrong. "Did the train conductor call you? I'm sorry, it's all because of me." He didn't reply.
After a long silence, he told me that the train conductor had just called and said I had to go and explain, or he'd fire me. He added, "Fine, let him fire me then. If I go to him, I'll definitely be tortured. He's a notorious lecher; firing him will just allow me to go home and take care of my wife who's about to give birth."
For some reason, I felt sorry for him. His wife was about to give birth; if he lost his job at this time, how would they live? Since it was all because of me, I decided to help him. At worst, I'd just have sex with that middle-aged man; it wasn't a big deal.
I offered to explain for him, and he was very grateful. We stayed for a while and then came out. It was the same sink we'd been at before. Suddenly, he hugged me tightly and said, "I really don't want you to go see that old pervert. I want to do it with you again, until we're completely exhausted."
I was also a little reluctant to leave him, but I had to go. I hugged him tightly, and I felt his little brother get hard again, pressing against my vulva. I also felt a strong urge. I whispered in his ear, "I want more," and then I leaned over the sink and lifted my already short nightgown.
He glanced around and saw everyone sleeping in their beds, then boldly unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and thrust it in. He grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands, pinning me tightly to it, and violently penetrated me from behind. From his violent movements, I could tell he was very agitated.
He thrust rapidly, and I quickly reached orgasm, another wonderful feeling spreading throughout my body. Looking back at him, I saw his face full of anger. After I reached orgasm, he pulled out, saying, "Thinking about you leaving really makes me lose interest." I looked at his erect penis and the extremely incongruous expression on his face.
I hugged him and said, "You feel so good, I'm so satisfied, I'll remember you for the rest of my life." I saw a smile appear on his face. Then I squatted down, lifted his hard penis, and put it in my mouth to give him oral sex. I knew that making him feel good was the key to changing his mood, so I gave him a deep throat.
I bent over and arched my head as high as possible, making my throat and mouth form a line. His penis went deep into my throat, and I felt like my mouth and neck were about to burst. Then I slowly pulled it out and went back in, repeating this several times. I felt his penis getting bigger and bigger, and I guessed he was about to ejaculate.
Then he pressed my head down and began thrusting wildly into my mouth. His penis was so long, it reached the back of my throat each time. After only a few thrusts, he ejaculated inside me. Because it was so deep, his semen sprayed directly into my throat, making me cough several times.
Seeing the satisfied smile on his face, I was happy too. I rinsed my mouth of his semen, then pulled up my nightgown. He told me the conductor was in the last carriage of the train, and I should go find him. We shared a deep goodbye kiss. He gave me a key, saying it was for unlocked doors, and then I left.
After walking through several sleeper carriages, most people were asleep, and the lights were off. No one noticed me passing by. Suddenly, the carriage ahead became very bright. I opened the door and saw a lot of people. This was the dining car. All eyes were on me, this scantily clad woman. For a moment, I didn't dare to go any further.
After hesitating for a few seconds, I thought that I didn't know any of these people, so I continued to walk forward. I was the center of attention; everyone in the dining car followed me. I finally made it through the carriage, and as I was leaving the door, I felt someone grab my butt. I wanted to turn around and get angry, but then I thought better of it and walked straight out.
Passing through the dining car led to the hard-seat carriages. The lights were on there, though not as bright as in the dining car. But the scene before me put me in a difficult position. There were so many people on the floor, some sitting, some lying down. Good heavens, how could there be so many
people? I regretted walking over there; stepping over them would have exposed my entire lower body. But I couldn't worry about that now. I gritted my teeth and kept going. Halfway through the carriage, I saw a man sitting up, staring at me from a distance. When I approached him, he didn't move aside. I lifted my leg to step over him, but then, to my surprise, he stuck his finger into my vagina, pulled it out, and licked it.

As soon as I walked over, he started jeering, waking everyone around me. I was now in a real predicament, halfway through the carriage, so I had no choice but to keep going. Not everyone is lecherous; most people made way for me when they saw me coming like this. However, the jeering continued as I walked. When I reached the junction of the carriages, it was crowded with people, and some were even smoking.
Almost everyone here was a man, and they were much more unruly than the people in the carriage. Almost everyone tried to touch me; some touched my breasts, some touched my genitals. I didn't dare say anything and could only keep walking. I struggled through several hard-seat carriages until I reached the junction of the last hard-seat carriage.
I felt like someone's fingers had been inside my vagina for a long time, constantly stirring. He was making me wet, and my vaginal fluid was flowing down my thighs. Just as I was about to open the door, I realized it was locked. If I opened it, he would follow me in, then close and lock the door. I knew something was wrong.
I quickly opened the next door, but it was locked too. He snatched the key from me and said, "Play with me for a while before you leave." It turned out he knew there were two locked doors. He pressed me against the door and penetrated me from behind, covering my eyes with his hand to prevent me from seeing him.
I was raped by a complete stranger. His penis wasn't very big, but it was very hard, and he was fast. He ejaculated a few minutes later, inside my vagina. However, it didn't seem like there was much semen; I guess he does it often, so he didn't have much left. After he finished, he handed me a bag and said, "Choose one."
I looked inside and saw it was full of cell phones, all kinds. Turns out he was a thief. No wonder he knew the train so well. I said, "I don't want it, please let me go." He said, "Even thieves have their code of honor. I won't play around for free," then grabbed a cell phone, put it in my hand, and ran away quickly. It's hilarious; there are all kinds of people out there.

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