Wife raped on long-distance bus

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My wife and I waited a long time for a long-distance bus to the countryside. Once on board, we found it was almost full, with only one empty seat in the last five-seater row. I let my wife sit there, and I put my suitcase next to the driver and sat down, then began to endure the bumpy ride.
Since I was facing the back of the bus, I could see directly under my wife's skirt. She was wearing pink lace panties, and I could almost see her pubic hair. Seeing this, I smiled at my wife. She knew what I was looking at and deliberately spread her legs apart, smiling back at me.
Next to my wife was a burly young man with a shaved head, looking quite savage. He kept glancing at my wife's breasts, intentionally or unintentionally. I knew that from his perspective, he could probably see her nipples. Besides, the last row of the bus was the bumpiest, and my wife's breasts swayed with each step. That guy was really enjoying himself.
I didn't mind; let him look. After all, my wife was so beautiful, any man would look.
The bus drove for a while, and some people got off. I took a window seat and started to doze off.
Suddenly,
I was jolted awake by a woman's scream, "What are you doing?" It was my wife's voice. I immediately responded, followed by a loud "slap."
I turned around and saw my wife's angry face, and the young man next to her covering his face. I knew what had happened; that guy must have taken advantage of my wife, and she had slapped him.
"Damn it, you bitch, you dare hit me!" the young man said, his face flushed, grabbing my wife's hair.
I quickly pushed my way through, grabbing the young man by the chest, and said, "What do you want?"
At this moment, my wife sobbed and said to me, "Honey, he touched my breasts."
Just as I was about to retaliate, I noticed four bald young men standing beside me.
"I'm done for," I thought. They must be in cahoots; I'm no match for them.
While I was still stunned, a tall man and a fat man twisted my hands behind my back.
“So what if I touched your tits? We’re still going to fuck you.” One of them, a scarred man, said to my wife, resting his chin on his hand.
“Touching you is a favor from us brothers. Since you don’t know what’s good for you, I’ll make you look bad in public.” The guy who had been slapped tore open my wife’s top, revealing her bra.
At this moment, everyone on the bus turned to look.
“Listen up, everyone on the bus: If you’re obedient, you can watch a good show. Anyone who doesn’t know what’s good for them, we brothers will cripple them right now. You know, this is a place with no one else around for miles.” The scarred man glanced at the people on the bus, and the bus fell silent.
Seeing that no one dared to speak, the scarred man laughed a few times and said, “Very good, then the show begins. Please, those in the back, make room.”
Immediately, the passengers in the back rushed to the front, leaving only my wife, the five bald men, and me in the last two rows.
My wife huddled in the back seat like a frightened bird, clutching her chest, too afraid to make a sound.
“Weren’t you so arrogant just now? Why are you so quiet now?” Scarface said, touching my wife’s face.
“Let your husband see your performance. This prime seat in the first row is reserved for your husband, hahaha.”
Two men forced me to kneel in the aisle, grabbing my hair and forcing my head up to look.
Three other men surrounded my wife. Fatty and Blackie held her hands and feet. My wife struggled desperately, but at first she was no match for them. They quickly held her tightly and pushed her in front of Scarface.
Scarface reached behind my wife and slowly unhooked her bra, then suddenly ripped it off, revealing my wife’s firm, white breasts.
“Wow, such big, white breasts! It’s such a waste to hide such beautiful breasts. They should be shown to everyone,” Scarface said with a lewd grin.
My wife had completely given up struggling at this point. She closed her eyes, ready to endure this humiliation, because she knew resistance was useless. What awaited her was a gang rape by the five men.
Seeing that my wife wasn't resisting anymore, the fat man and the charcoal-faced man released her. The moment they did, my wife instinctively covered her breasts and curled up into a ball.
"I took off the top for you, now you'll have to take off the bottom yourself. You need to understand that the audience doesn't want to see rape, they want to see your performance. You also need to know what the consequences of not cooperating will be," the scarred man said, giving a wink to the guy holding me down.
That guy immediately pulled out a dagger and held it to my neck. I was so scared I didn't dare move.
Seeing this, my wife stood up, sobbing, and slowly pulled down her skirt.
"Look, folks! That seemingly prim and proper woman was actually wearing such lewd underwear!" the fat man shouted.
At this moment, all the men on the bus, young and old, craned their necks, swallowing hard.
"Take it off!" the five bald men yelled in unison.
My wife reluctantly removed the last barrier covering her body.
“Come on, let the brothers see, what’s the difference between this aloof woman and a whore?”
The five guys all sat down in the last row, placed my wife on their laps, and then meticulously fondled every part of her body.
The first one was the fat guy; my wife’s head rested on his thick thighs as he gently touched her face, ears, and neck, then leaned down to kiss her lips.
The second was the charcoal guy, who vigorously kneaded my wife’s breasts, sucking on them one after another.
The third was the one my wife had slapped; he and the scarred man fondled my wife’s most intimate parts, taking turns inserting their fingers deep into her body, each insertion eliciting a slight moan and trembling from her.
The last one was the tall guy; he stroked my wife’s flawless white thighs, but his eyes were fixed on her increasingly stretched vulva.
As for me, I remained kneeling in the aisle, staring blankly at the scene before me, too afraid to stand up.
Of course, there were also the other passengers on the bus; they certainly wouldn’t miss this spectacle.
Watching them flip my wife over and over, I actually started to get excited and hard.
"Haha, so she gets wet like a slut, huh?" After changing positions a few times, the fat guy pulled his fingers out of my wife's vagina and held them up high for everyone to see.
Everyone on the bus saw his fingers glistening, covered in my wife's vaginal fluid. Actually, everyone knew that any woman would get wet from being played with like that.
"Tell everyone, did you enjoy it? Slut," Scarface commanded.
"Yes, it was very comfortable," my wife finally managed to utter, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
"So you're the same as a slut then? Are you a slut?" Scarface continued to press.
"Yes, I'm the same as a slut, I am a slut," my wife was forced to say, tears already tracing a poignant arc on her face.
"Look how comfortable this bitch is, now it's our turn to have some fun. Come on, give us a blowjob." Scarface said, pulling down his pants. The other four quickly followed suit, sitting in the last row, their five penises standing erect.
My wife stuck her ass up high and gave each of them a blowjob. They were afraid they would ejaculate, so they had my wife blow for a while before switching to another person.
The tallest guy had the longest penis; my wife could only take half of it in her mouth before she couldn't take it anymore, but he still grabbed her head and pressed it down, causing her to choke and roll her eyes back.
The fat guy's penis was the thickest, almost bursting my wife's mouth.
They also kept rubbing my wife's clitoris and labia with their fingers, keeping her constantly aroused. When she was giving oral sex to the scarred guy in the middle, her big, white buttocks were facing all the passengers and me on the bus, and we could all see my wife's labia clearly, and her vulva was filled with clear, lustful fluid.
"Alright, time for the main event. You guys go and do her from behind first, I'll continue enjoying this bitch's oral skills," the scarred guy said.
After their arguing, they finally took turns.
My wife lifted her buttocks and stood in the aisle, leaning against the scarred guy and continuing to give him oral sex, while the other four guys lined up behind her.
The fat guy was the first to fuck my wife. When he pressed his thick glans against her labia, she stopped moving her head, seemingly preparing to receive, or rather, enjoy, this long-awaited penetration.
The fat guy slowly inserted his entire penis. My wife spat out the scarred man's penis from her mouth, threw her head back, let out an "Ah!", and pushed her big, white buttocks back, cooperating with the fat guy's penetration. "
Damn, this is so exaggerated! She's so excited she's ignoring my dick. " "Scarface said?? Owl's head was shoved back into his penis, and my wife could only moan softly.
"How about that, mine is much bigger than your husband's, right?" Fatty said, grabbing my wife's big buttocks and thrusting rapidly. Because his penis was so big, when he pulled it out, it turned out the pink flesh inside my wife's vagina, bringing out a lot of love juice.
My wife kept spitting out the penis in the doorway and panting heavily.
The other three people watching were masturbating. The tall one said, "Damn, it's really unfair. This bitch is being fucked by Fatty like that, so it's too loose for the rest of us to fuck."
Just as they were laughing, Scarface's face began to contort. He ejaculated. My wife tried to move her mouth away, but he grabbed her head and forced all the semen into her mouth.
"Bitch, swallow it all. " "Scarface shouted.
My wife had no choice but to swallow all the semen while being thrust into by the fat man.
With her mouth suddenly empty, she began to moan loudly. I knew she was completely lost in boundless desire, forgetting her current situation; she was beginning to enjoy it.
The fat man finally ejaculated, letting out a muffled roar before stopping his thrusting. As he pulled his penis out, a large amount of semen followed, much of it sticking to her pubic hair, and a few drops dripping into the aisle.
My wife leaned against the seat, her head drooping, her long hair covering her beautiful face, her buttocks still raised high, her breasts appearing even larger due to the position, and she was still panting heavily.
The tall man, disregarding the large amount of semen still inside my wife's vagina, thrust his penis in, causing my wife to tilt her head back in excitement again.
The car continued driving through the boundless wilderness, everyone in the carriage immersed in boundless desire.

[The End]

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