An extraordinary train carriage

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I am an ordinary woman, about twenty-seven years old, 163 cm tall. I don't have a stunningly beautiful face, but I am still a pretty, mature, and sexy young woman.
Four years ago, my husband and I left our hometown for the prosperous southern city of Guangzhou. 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 never went out to work, spending my days either shopping with friends or chatting online; my life was very ordinary and boring. But one day in the summer of 2005, things changed...
It was a hot day, and my husband went to work early in the morning; it was another lonely day.
Just as I was about to go online, my friend Xiaoling called and asked me to go shopping. I had nowhere to go, so I changed into some 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 also spent her days doing nothing. We met online and hit it off immediately, quickly becoming close friends.
"Xiaoyun, I think that dress is really nice..." Xiaoling and I were having a great time strolling along XX Pedestrian Street, and before we knew it, it was 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. The next train arrived quickly, and I was pushed onto it in the throng. Out of self-preservation, I squeezed to the very back and stood against the inner door, because in Guangzhou, the other door on the subway is closed, so I thought this was safe. There
were so many people; a man was standing right in front of me, very close. Soon we reached another station, and a group of people got off. I thought things would ease up a bit, but then 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 control my racing heart. To my surprise, his hand started touching my thigh, and his other hand reached between my legs, rubbing my genitals back and forth through my pants. He was incredibly audacious. I looked at him in astonishment, 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 leg of my shorts, then his fingers slipped inside, pulling aside my underwear and directly touching my labia. I quickly squeezed my legs together, but it was too late. He had somehow managed to slip a foot between my legs, preventing me from doing so. He seemed to be 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!" He
inserted his fingers into my vagina, and I felt a tingling sensation, waves of pleasure spreading throughout my body with his gentle thrusting fingers. I began to feel that my panties were already wet, and my juices were flowing out continuously. His fingers went in deeper, and my legs went weak, almost causing me to lose my balance. At this moment, he wrapped his other arm tightly around me. Everyone else on the bus must have thought we were a couple; no one noticed that 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 came to my senses and tried to break free, but I was too weak; my hands and feet felt limp. "I've arrived at my stop, please let me go!" Helpless, I whispered, my face flushed with humiliation. Perhaps afraid I'd scream, he reluctantly let me go.
The train stopped, the doors opened, and I pushed my way through the crowd to get off. There weren't many people getting off with me, maybe ten or twenty. I walked off the platform, hoping to leave this place quickly. After only a few steps, I felt a wetness down there, which was quite uncomfortable. I glanced down and saw a wet patch on my underwear. I realized I had just leaked a lot of vaginal fluid; how embarrassing it would be if someone saw! I quickly rushed into the restroom.
Unfortunately, it was packed.
I quickly found an empty stall and went in, only to find the latch was broken. "It's okay, it's the women's restroom anyway," I thought.
By then, everyone else in the restroom had finished, leaving me alone. I pulled down my pants and saw that my underwear was soaked. I looked down at my vulva; my pubic hair was sparse and light in color. My husband often says my genitals are beautiful…
It seemed it wasn't satisfied yet, still leaking. What a useless body.
I took out some tissues from my bag to wipe my underwear clean. It seemed wiping my jeans wouldn't help; I'd just have to let them dry before leaving. 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. I thought that since it would take some time for my jeans to dry, 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 put my index and middle fingers together and inserted them into my beautiful hole. 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 cried out in surprise, 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 and tried 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 feel extremely uncomfortable. His right hand wasn't idle either; it slipped inside my thong, kneading my breasts through my bra. I resisted, trying to pull away the hand gripping 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 moved to my genitals; my vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids. 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 have sex with me.
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 knew I wasn't the kind of woman who was promiscuous, so I had to refuse. Besides, I'm very hygienic; even when I have sex with my husband, I always wash myself first.
He didn't force me to turn around. His pants had been down sometime during the night, and his large, hard penis stood erect in front of me, the glans as big as an egg. It was the first time I'd seen a penis other than my husband's. His was bigger than his, the shaft slightly curved to the left. At that moment, I couldn't control my desire any longer.
He whispered, "I don't want you to use your hands, I want to make love to you. I beg you, 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 stall, got some water from the sink to wash it, and then pulled me to another stall. The latch on this stall was working. After closing the door, he turned me around. Actually, I couldn't resist anymore and very cooperatively raised my white buttocks. He held my waist with his left hand and his penis with his right, rubbing it up and down my labia.
I was ready to receive his penetration, holding my breath and waiting. His glans was already covered in my vaginal fluid. He aimed at my vaginal opening and thrust his hips down, easily parting my closed labia and entering the cervix, the narrowest part of the vagina. I couldn't help but let out a soft
"Ughhhhhh!" He paused briefly , then thrust in again forcefully. "Ah ... Although his thrusting slowed, each pull nearly brought his penis to the cervix of my vagina, and each insertion reached my clitoris. A continuous stream 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. At this moment, it seemed everyone who had gone to the restroom had left, and he immediately increased the speed of his thrusts. His impact nearly slammed my face against the wall. "Ohh ... But I continued to climax, my tight vagina contracting and relaxing, making him gasp softly. Then, a surge of heat and 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, his voice low as he pumped. I felt like I was flying to the heavens, every part of my body washed over 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 it wasn’t my safe period, and I quickly pulled away from his hand covering my mouth. “No… no… you can’t… ejaculate inside…!” Too bad ! It was too late. I was only halfway through my sentence when he thrust in and out a few times, deeply penetrating my clitoris. Streams of scalding semen poured onto my clitoris, and my orgasm came again. " Ah ...

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