Sex addict girl on the bus

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After yawning several times, I opened my eyes and saw that the men had all returned to their beds. The girl wrapped herself in a blanket and went into the bathroom. Even though I only saw her back, I could see that her long hair was matted and sticky with dried mucus.
I picked up my phone and quickly glanced at last night's recording, leaning against the car window. It was already past seven o'clock. For more than eight hours since I got in the car last night, the girl had been having intense sex. Several young and strong men had taken turns, playing with the girl's body in different ways.
After a while, the girl came out of the bathroom. She seemed to have wiped herself with cold water; her hair was wet. A puddle of liquid had accumulated under the girl's bare feet; I couldn't tell if it was water or bodily fluid. Although she tried to hide it, her legs, exposed under the blanket, were still trembling.
The girl curled her toes a few times and said to me, "Uncle, you're so lecherous. Do you really like looking at girls' feet?" I saw that although she still had a smile on her face, it couldn't hide her exhaustion. The girl's eyes were red, and I could still see tear tracks.
"Uncle, won't you sleep a little longer? We'll be in City A in three or four hours," the girl continued, her voice becoming hoarse.
"No, I've had enough sleep," I said, getting up to wash. The bathroom reeked of semen. I quickly washed my face and left.
The girl lay back down on her bed, and I was quite certain she was naked under the blanket. The thin blanket outlined her slender legs, even the shape of her crotch was faintly visible.
After a while, the bus stopped again, and the driver shouted into the bus, "Service station! Everyone except the girl, get off. We'll meet again in twenty minutes."
The men got off as if nothing was wrong. These guys had rested very well; they were only woken up by their comrades before going to bed, and after that, they slept like logs. I definitely couldn't sleep amidst that deafening snoring on a normal day.
I got off the bus too and bought some soy milk and bread for breakfast. While waiting by the car, I saw the men whispering and occasionally letting out lewd laughter; I guessed they were talking about last night.
Once in the car, I saw the girl still lying on the bed, wrapped in a blanket. She suddenly said to me, "Uncle, let's chat for a while." I was bored anyway, so I sat down beside her and started chatting about some anecdotes from my business trip.
But I quickly noticed her face turn flushed, and her voice became incoherent. Worried she might have caught a fever from a cold shower, I leaned down and touched her forehead.
"Hmm," she said, "It's okay, Uncle."
Only then did I hear a buzzing sound and immediately understand what was happening. I stared blankly at the blanket covering her.
"Uncle, don't keep staring at my genitals," the girl said in a coquettish tone, her words lewd.
"If you want to see, you can uncover the blanket," her voice seemed full of temptation. "Uncle saw what happened last night, didn't you?" I suddenly snapped out of my daze, realizing I'd been exposed, and felt a sense of self-destruction.
Those men had played with this girl, so maybe I could play with her too. I suddenly realized that my feelings were jealousy, not protection. I felt disgusted, but I couldn't suppress my desire.
I slowly lifted the girl's blanket, revealing a translucent female body.
The girl was somewhat thin, her breasts were just beginning to swell, and her two pink nipples were already erect with blood, her ribs faintly visible beneath them. Her lying position made her lower abdomen slightly concave, but a bulge extended from her navel to below, ending at the vibrator inside her vagina.
There was only a sparse amount of pubic hair on her genitals, and her skin was smooth and white. Her labia, after a whole night of ravaging, were red and swollen, and white fluid was being churned out by the vibrator.
There was also a vibrating anal plug ravaging the girl's anus. Her chrysanthemum, stretched open and unable to close, contracted rhythmically. The girl's legs were straight and slender, making one suspect they were as beautiful and fragile as glass.
Looking at the girl's wanton young body, I didn't know what to say.
The girl propped herself up and leaned close to my ear, saying, "Uncle, we'll be in downtown A in a few minutes. Do you want to press me against the back window so everyone outside can see my filthy state, and then fuck me until I cry?" I felt my reason completely crumble; desire had completely taken over. I twisted the girl's arms behind her back and dragged her up. I grabbed her neck and pressed her against the car window.
"You little bitch, do you like being watched so much?" I said, lifting one of her legs.
The girl's body was incredibly flexible; her raised leg and upper body were pressed against the cold glass, forced into a split position .
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm a slutty little bitch," the girl cried out.
I unzipped my pants, pulled out the anal plug from her anus, and before her anus 　　could contract, I thrust it in.
"Eee ... 　　The men in the car cheered, "Fuck this girl to death!" Even though her anus had just been dilated, it quickly contracted. I have to admit, this extreme tightness was something I had never experienced with any other woman. I began to work hard, the friction causing me some pain. 　　"It hurts, mmm—stop, Uncle, don't move, ahhhhh—" The girl was less begging and more seducing me, the desire I hadn't properly released for a year was finally unleashed. I lifted her hands; the girl's limbs were so slender that I could easily press her wrists and ankles against the car window with one hand. With my free hand, I started thrusting the vibrator into her vagina, the vibrations of the sex toy transmitted through her hymen. 　　"Ahhh—I can't take it anymore, ahhhh—Uncle is really good, ahhhh—" The girl's anus contracted violently with her moans, my lower body seemingly invited deeper by her vaginal walls. As I straightened up, the girl's entire body lifted off the ground, with only her two orifices serving as support. 　　"Eee-ah-ah-ah, no, this feels too good, ahhhhh—" I knew the girl's praise was just habitual rhetoric. I was only an average person to begin with, and now, experiencing unimaginable pleasure, I couldn't hold on for long before ejaculating. 　　"Ahhhhh—so hot, so comfortable—" 　　The girl also experienced a wave of orgasm as the semen entered her body, and she twisted her body rapidly. My penis hadn't even withdrawn from the girl's anus before she aroused me again. 　　"Ah—let me rest for a bit, ahhhhh—" 　　Pulling my penis out of the girl's alluring anus was a challenge for me, but I wanted to experience her other orifices, so I pulled out the vibrator from her vagina. The girl's vagina and uterus still contained a large amount of semen. As soon as I pulled out the vibrator, streams of white fluid flowed out, dripping down her thighs to the ground. 　　Normally, I might have minded, but now I just wanted to enjoy the girl to my heart's content. Using the lubrication of these fluids, I penetrated deep into the girl's body. Her vagina was very shallow; I felt the tip being pushed against it shortly after insertion. Then, the elastic walls of her vagina were stretched and deformed to their limit, and my glans seemed to break through the cervix, the coronal sulcus feeling as if it were surrounded by tender flesh.

"Aaaaaah—it hurts, it hurts, ahhh—"
The girl's small face, tilted upwards, was contorted in pain, two streams of tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, letting me know she was truly defeated by the pain. But what did that have to do with me? I just kept thrusting. My lower hand encircled the girl's waist and abdomen, lifting her body like tossing a doll.
Thud—
after many thrusts, I ejaculated directly into the girl's uterus. She was almost out of strength, panting softly.
Having already enjoyed the two holes below, I naturally didn't want to let the girl's mouth go. The girl's limp body fell to the floor, and I held my weapon, which had just been used twice, to her lips. The girl, who had cried out "no" earlier, now willingly stuck out her little tongue, helping me regain my power.
After a few men who hadn't had their fill asked my opinion, they joined in, and the few of us performed the cruel gang rape of the girl by the car window. There was no need to hide from me anymore; everyone could enjoy the girl's body to their heart's content. It was then that I realized several men here were exceptionally gifted; when they could unleash their full power, the girl's sensual moans transformed into wails.
They then tried other things. Two men stood on either side of the girl, one hand on her thigh, the other on her waist, exposing her genitals to the car window. Simultaneously, they forced their massive erections into her anus.
"Aaaaaah—"
The girl tried to push the men away, but her weak arms were useless. She desperately shook her body, trying to escape, but only managed to leave two purple welts on her thighs.
The girl could only cry to alleviate her pain; her pale lips trembled, unable to speak. Beads of cold sweat streamed down her forehead, mingling with her tears and wetting her face.
Resting nearby, I could see a trickle of blood flowing from her anus, presumably the mucous membranes had been torn by this brutal treatment. But it didn't end there; they inserted both vibrators into her vagina. I simply couldn't believe that such a tender genital could hold so much.
Thankfully, the roar of cars on the highway could have carried her screams. Under this excessive stimulation, her body began to spasm. A stream of pale yellow liquid spurted from her genitals, splashing onto the car window. Instead of showing pity, the men mocked her loss of control.
When the driver reminded us we'd arrive in half an hour, the girl had completely collapsed onto the floor. Incontinent urine left streaks on the window, mingling with the semen that had flowed from her genitals. Her body convulsed, her eyes unfocused, and she was still uttering intermittent moans.
I guessed that if I hadn't gotten on the bus the day before, the girl would have endured this extreme abuse for about twelve hours straight.
Now, more than half a month has passed since that day. Sometimes I really want to forget those things, because that version of myself doesn't seem to be myself anymore.
However, after checking the number on my phone, I still dialed it and asked, "Hello, driver, when are you going back to City A?"
[The End]

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