A romantic encounter on a train in spring

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I first met them in the spring of 2010, by chance, while I was making love with Xiaojun in the movie theater. My story with them began two months later, in a sleeper train carriage on my way home for summer vacation.

I had just seen Xiaojun off on her train home, and as she left, she clung to me, crying uncontrollably, as if my heart was breaking too. Perhaps it was because she was pregnant with my child, or perhaps it was because I had just accompanied her to have an abortion a few days prior. In any case, she cried her eyes out, only boarding the train that would take her home in the last few seconds before departure.

Separation is always painful, but some people's pain lasts longer, like Xiaojun's, while others' is shorter, like mine. I'm a Sagittarius, and this is probably just part of the Sagittarius personality.

Back in the waiting hall, I held my train ticket home in one hand and my phone in the other, sending text messages to Xiaojun, things like, "My wife is the best, the most beautiful, the cutest; if she cries again, she won't look pretty anymore," messages that even made me cringe.

A moment later, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two girls in the seats diagonally opposite me, whispering and staring in my direction. I'm rather averse to this kind of thing; after all, nobody's blind, how could I not notice when their actions were so obvious?

I looked up in their direction. "Hmm? They look so familiar! I feel like I've seen them somewhere before?" "Twins?" "The movie theater!" "Holy crap!" I finally remembered—these twins were the same pair I'd bumped into at the movie theater!

I thought, "What a coincidence! I'm the only one on this train waiting here. Could they be from the same city as me?" And indeed, the subsequent announcements and the same waiting line confirmed my suspicions. The twins were indeed on the same train as me. While it wasn't exactly a case of bad luck, it was definitely a small world.

Perhaps because the previous stops were crowded, the hard seats on this train were converted from sleeper berths. I don't know if you all know this, but it involves taking out a sleeper car, dividing the lower berths into three hard seat tickets, and using the upper berths for luggage only, not for sleeping.

When I got to my seat, I found that I was the only one in this small soft sleeper compartment, and I was secretly pleased, thinking I could lie down and take a nap by myself. I quickly settled my luggage and lay down, ready for a good night's sleep.

However, just as I lay down, the carriage door opened. I quickly sat up, lest people think I was inconsiderate for taking a seat before the train even departed.

"You pervert!" It was the twins who walked in, which I hadn't expected.

I couldn't help but retort, "Who are you calling a pervert?" I admired my own quick wit.

"You pervert!" The long-haired girl finished speaking without noticing anything amiss, but the short-haired girl next to her tugged at her sleeve and said, "Sister! You misspoke!" "What did I misspoke! I... you pervert... ptooey ptooey... I'm talking about you, you pervert!" Now I understand, the long-haired one is the older sister, and the short-haired one is the younger sister. Now is not the time to argue with them, of course, only because they are both pretty. "Alright, you two sit down, don't disturb my sleep." Saying this, I turned around and leaned against the wall, watching the two of them. I saw the twin sister angrily take out her train ticket and look at it, then took two steps to me and said, "Get up! You're taking my seat!" "Girl, are you kidding me! This bed is so big! I'll make room for you." Saying this, I moved my body over, and there was enough space for someone to sit on the side of the bed.

The younger sister shook her older sister's arm again and said, "Sister, let's sit on the other bed. It's only a few stops anyway, don't be angry with him." "Why! I won't! If you want to sit, go sit over there! I'm sitting here!" Unexpectedly, this older sister was still stubborn. Saying this, she threw her luggage onto the upper bed and plopped down in the middle of my bed. Although there was room, it could only accommodate one person at a time, so her younger sister had no choice but to sit on the other bed.

After watching the train for a while without anyone else coming in, I got up and locked the door.

"What are you doing! Why are you locking the door!" The long-haired sister looked at me warily, as if I was about to do something to them.

"Girl, I'm not doing anything. No one's coming in anyway. I wouldn't dare sleep without locking the door. I know you two aren't bad people and won't steal my things, but who knows about the people outside?" As I said this, I yawned.

"Who would steal from you, you filthy scoundrel!"

Just then, her younger sister gently called out, "Sister, I'm so sleepy too. Locking the door will give me peace of mind. I'll take a nap too. Remember to wake me when we get off." She hadn't expected her sister to contradict her, and she almost fainted from anger. But she couldn't vent her anger on her sister, so she could only glare at me fiercely before slowly falling asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a dark, spherical object in front of me. Could it be a ghost?! This thought startled me awake, and I instantly became wide awake. Looking closer, I realized it was my long-haired sister lying in my arms, also asleep. She seemed exhausted, perhaps even unconscious, as she had collapsed into my arms. Looking closely at her profile, I realized she was quite pretty.

Long, straight black hair, an oval face, long eyelashes, and delicate lips with lipstick that shimmered slightly under the light. She wore a white short-sleeved t-shirt and denim shorts, revealing two long, slender, white legs. Although her breasts weren't large,

her figure was undeniably stunning. Holding such a beauty in my arms made my heart race. I thought, "You called me a pervert? I'll show you what a pervert I can be!" With that thought, I slowly reached out my left hand and gently placed it on her waist, pulling up her clothes to reveal smooth skin. I caressed her inch by inch. Her touch was comparable only to Xiaojun's breasts—soft, supple, and tender! Like a poppy, it lured me to take the next step.

Seeing no reaction from her, my boldness grew. My right hand slipped through the gap between her neck and the bed, slowly reaching towards her neckline, prying it open with my fingers, and then gradually slipping inside. Compared to Xiaojun's large breasts, hers seemed more delicate.

Perhaps because they were smaller, they weren't as soft as I'd imagined; instead, they felt somewhat firm to the touch. I nervously swallowed a few times, gently moving closer to her, wanting to reach deeper. I shifted my body slightly, until our bodies were almost touching. I could even feel the warmth of her body.

I tried to grasp her breasts, to touch her nipples, while my other hand caressed her slender waist. These small movements aroused me greatly. Was I really going to become a lecherous scoundrel like she said? At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; continuing was what I needed to do.

Because she was lying on her side, her bra was pressed down slightly, making it easier for my hand to slip inside. I pressed against her back, my breathing becoming heavier, and wisps of her body fragrance emanated from her. I greedily inhaled her scent, as if I didn't want to miss a single trace.

At this moment, my right hand had grasped her small, delicate breasts, gently squeezing them, feeling their size and warmth. Although small, they were still about a B cup. Small in comparison to Xiaojun's nearly D cup size.

I don't know if she noticed my movement, or if she was trying to change her sleeping position, but her left hand suddenly crossed in front of her chest. Instead of pushing my hand out, it trapped it between her breasts, deeply embedded in her cleavage. I couldn't move anymore, so I had no choice but to use my left hand instead.

I was lying on my side, pressed tightly against her back, my right hand slipped under her neck, my palm nestled between her breasts, while my left hand moved from her waist to her long, white thighs. My fingertips slowly traced her thighs, caressing her skin like a work of art. Suddenly, her body jerked, and thinking she had woken up, I immediately stopped.

I thought, "If she wakes up now, I'm dead. What if she screams and gets beaten up for molesting a minor? Then I'll be..." I observed her carefully, but several minutes passed, and she didn't move again. Perhaps it was just my imagination. I looked up at the short-haired girl on the other side, curled up on the bed like a baby, sleeping soundly. She probably wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

"Might as well go all the way and just do it to her. Then she won't dare to scream," I thought.

With this thought, I suddenly felt like I'd been injected with adrenaline; my breathing became even more rapid and heavy. My left hand moved to the buttons of her shorts, slowly moving my fingers, trying to unbutton them. Fortunately, her shorts were quite easy to unbutton, taking only about a minute. I unbuttoned them and gently pulled down the zipper. I

gently slipped my fingers inside her panties, but I didn't feel any pubic hair. Not only was there no pubic hair on that hard pubic bone, but it was also somewhat smooth. At that time, I didn't know what "white tiger" meant, and my first reaction was that she had shaved her hair herself, another slut.

The smooth pubic bone seemed to ring a battle cry in my mind, and I quickly reached for the sacred place of a woman, her vulva. Just then, she suddenly grabbed my hand, and unusually, her voice was low and choked with sobs as she said, "No, I won't do it again. I'll never call you a pervert again. Please, don't touch me there. You can touch my thighs and breasts all you want, please, don't touch me there anymore." It turned out she had actually woken up earlier, thinking I wouldn't do anything too serious, and that she could just endure it. She hadn't expected me to eventually touch her vulva. Now, she couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore and could only plead like this.

If her attitude had been as forceful as when we first boarded the train, perhaps I would have stopped, but her current attitude only motivated me to take the next step. She added a bucket of lubricant to my lust—I liked that analogy.

Suddenly, I felt like being mischievous. "Since you've said that, then I won't be polite." With that, my right hand finally broke free and grabbed her breast, kneading it, my fingers tracing her nipples, feeling them harden. I chuckled and said, "What? Feeling something? Your nipples got hard just from my teasing." She shook her head vigorously, saying, "No, it's not because of that, please don't, I won't tell anyone, I'll never call you a pervert again, please." Her voice grew softer and softer, as if afraid of waking her sleeping sister on the other side.

I felt that was enough, and started to tease her, saying, "Okay, I'm usually only really interested in virgins. If you're not a virgin, I'll let you go. Tell me, are you a virgin or not?" I said fiercely to her.

"I'm not, I'm not a virgin." She looked like she was about to cry.

"When did you stop? With whom? How long has it been since you last did it?" "When I graduated from high school, with my boyfriend, it's been a year since I last did it, please, I'm telling you the truth, I'm really not a virgin, you said you only wanted virgins. Can you let me go now?" She still naively believed that what I said was true.

"You're so horny, but since you're not a virgin anymore, it won't hurt or bleed down there anymore, right?" My tongue hissed as I continued, "It's been a year since we last did it, so why don't I give you a free time today?" Ignoring her fear, I adjusted my position, half-kneeling on the bed, and flipped her over so she was lying face down. She tried to get up, but I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, using one hand to hold them down while using the other to quickly pull her shorts down to her calves.

She was wearing blue striped underwear that clung tightly to her buttocks, and she kept wriggling her tender white bottom, as if resisting my actions.

I ignored all that, pulled down my own shorts, and yanked the front of my underwear aside, revealing my already rock-hard penis, which bounced up and down rhythmically, as if telling me it was fully loaded and ready to attack, ready to fire at any moment.

I forcefully spread her thighs apart with my hands. The striped panties were faintly visible as they were damp. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Look, you're all wet. Haven't you been lubricated in a long time? Today I'll help you relax." With that, I aimed my penis at her vagina, bent over, and thrust it in with a "plop."

Her vagina, long unlubricated, was tight and slippery. "Oh...so tight...so good..." I couldn't help but moan softly.

Forced into her, she shed tears of pain. A single tear slid down her cheek. With each thrust of my penis, she bit her lip, her eyes glazed over as she stared blankly at her sleeping sister, afraid she would see this shameful scene.

Although this was already quite stimulating, a silent movie is ultimately boring. I changed from forceful thrusting to a rhythmic nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and with each deep thrust, I tried to penetrate as deeply as possible. Perhaps because she had never tried this sexual technique before, she hadn't yet figured out the rhythm of the nine shallow thrusts and one deep one.

"Mmm...mmm..." I continued to violate her from behind.

And at this moment, she actually began to slowly moan softly, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." "Ugh..." "How is it? Aren't I much better than your ex-boyfriend! Are you starting to feel pleasure too?" I tried to say some similar lewd words in her ear.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

I knew she was just moaning. "Your pussy is so tight, it wraps every inch of my penis tightly. I never thought I could sleep with a beauty like you." Perhaps it was her slow realization, but she actually nodded, then shook her head, and then nodded again.

This nodding and shaking of her head confused me. "What's wrong? What does nodding mean? What does shaking your head mean?" Curiosity killed the cat.

She actually whispered, "It's so big, no... but it feels so good... I don't want it, I don't want it... why am I saying these things, hurry up and get it out!" Actually, when she said "get it out," she meant for me to pull out quickly, but I deliberately interpreted it as wanting to ejaculate quickly, so I started thrusting into her vagina even more vigorously.

As my movements became faster and faster, my attention was focused on her lower body,

and the force I used on my hands loosened a bit. This gave her an opportunity, and she suddenly broke free from my restraints on her hands, trying to escape from under me. How could I let my prey escape? I simply stopped restraining her hands and suddenly reached for her chest, grabbing at her breasts from behind as she was pressed beneath me. Her struggling body made it easier for me to grab my prey. I pressed my body against hers, and my hands began to vigorously and freely knead those exquisite breasts, while thrusting even faster, beginning the final sprint.

After all, she was an experienced woman, and she knew I was about to ejaculate. She also felt powerless to continue resisting my violation, and could only stop resisting and plead.

"Mmm...mmm...no...don't ejaculate inside..."

"Don't ejaculate inside...I'll get pregnant...I'm still in my fertile period..." "Please...mmm...ah...ah...ah..." Her pleas sounded more like "Ejaculate quickly," "Ejaculate as much as you want," "Fill my little cunt full," and I couldn't bear the stimulation any longer. I thrust hard, and thick streams of semen filled her cunt. As if trying to drain me dry, she squeezed her legs tightly together, forcing me to ejaculate seven or eight times before a wave of emptiness washed over me.

She knew it was over. She had been ruthlessly violated and ejaculated inside. She turned away, shoving me aside, wiping her tears from her face, glaring at me with a look that seemed to want to tear me to pieces. She straightened her clothes, opened the door, and rushed out.

[The End]

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