Lust Train (1-2)

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(1) In the noisy and dilapidated small county town train station, a female announcer, who should be going through menopause, spoke lazily and unclearly from the loudspeaker: "The train from xx to Shanghai has arrived at the station. Passengers, please prepare to board!" The whole station was in chaos. I was squeezed in the crowd and stumbled onto the platform. It was a train bound for Shanghai, departing at 4 pm, but it was delayed until 7 pm. Among the bustling crowd rushing to catch the train were students, class leaders, and even more migrant workers and laborers from our backward mountain area, all full of longing for the outside world! I was one of them. The sound of a train whistle came from not far away, and the crowd waiting for the train stirred up again. In the chaos, a strange hand pinched my full buttocks hard several times, while a middle-aged man with long hair standing in front of me kept shaking his body backward, his bare, dark back intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against my high, firm breasts. Because my hands were carrying things, I couldn't raise them to protect myself. I've seen this kind of person many times; I've been harassed by men many times on crowded buses. Finally, the train pulled into the station. The doors opened, and the crowd surged forward. Unfortunately, the platform was very low. It was late autumn, early winter, and the daytime temperature was already close to 20 degrees Celsius, so I wasn't dressed warmly enough. To make matters worse, I was wearing a short skirt—the kind without a slit—making it difficult to even step up the stairs. Everyone in front of me had already gone up and into the carriage, while I'd only managed to climb one step. Just as I was getting anxious, I suddenly felt a strong force lift my buttocks. The middle-aged man who had been standing behind me had practically lifted me up with both hands. As he withdrew his hands, he took the opportunity to give my buttocks a couple more hard pinches. Finally, I entered the carriage, and a stench assaulted my nostrils—a mixture of sweat, alcohol, body odor, and some other strange, indescribable smell. Because I hadn't prepared beforehand, my ticket didn't include a seat. The carriage was packed, even the aisles were full. It looked like I'd be standing the whole way to Suzhou and Taicang. The thought sent a chill down my spine. With a suitcase in my left hand and a large bag of food, fruit, and toiletries in my right, I was squeezed into the throng of people, pushed from the entrance of the carriage all the way to the aisle in the middle, where I couldn't move any further. After stopping, I looked around. The luggage racks were completely full; there was no way my suitcase and bag would fit there. So I squatted down and stuffed them under the seats. The window seats in front of me were empty, so I went in and sat down. Whatever, I'll make room for someone else later! Standing for so long in 8-centimeter heels had exhausted my legs. Only after sitting down did I have time to carefully observe the people around me. The man in the middle of my row was in his fifties. From his dark, shiny face and his bony, rough hands, it was obvious he was a laborer, probably working on a construction site. He had a pig-like face and an upturned nose, looking like an honest man, but his tiny, rat-like eyes held the cunning characteristic of Chinese peasants. Seeing me turn away, he grinned at me. Through his slightly parted lips, I saw his teeth, stained yellowish-black from years of smoking cheap tobacco. Oh my god, there were even pieces of vegetable between his two front teeth!
Not to mention the clumps of sticky, yellowish-white food residue stuck between them. I turned away in disgust. Sitting opposite me was a middle-aged couple; the man was around fifty. He sat by the window, his shifty eyes fixed on my full, high breasts. I saw his Adam's apple bob a few times, and a sliver of saliva escape from the corner of his mouth. He was quite burly, and judging from his hands resting on the small table, his skin was well-maintained; his face, however, looked noticeably overnourished. He smiled at me, then turned to talk to his wife. Judging from his wife's disdainful yet envious expression, she was clearly annoyed with me. This was understandable; after all, I was a pretty girl, and a very pretty one at that. I ignored them and turned to look at the scenery outside the window. Soon the train started moving, and I checked my phone—it was almost 7:30 PM. Damn it! After about half an hour, I figured the toilets should be open. Plus, I was sweating profusely from the crowded train, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. So I bent down and took out my small bag from under the seat. Inside were my toiletries and a set of underwear. I got up and headed towards the toilet at the back of the train. Luckily, just as I reached the toilet door, a woman came out, and I quickly went inside. After locking the door, in the swaying carriage, I struggled to take off my shirt and denim miniskirt, and then finally managed to remove my underwear, hanging it on the clothes rack in the toilet. Carefully, I took out a spare bra and a pair of black lingerie with ventilation holes, then hung the bra on the hook. Grabbing the toilet handle, I prepared to put on the lingerie. "Whoosh—" A piercing train whistle blared, followed by a gust of wind rushing in through the half-open toilet door. I stumbled, almost falling, and quickly gripped the handrail tightly. My god! The lingerie I was about to put on slipped from my hand, tracing a graceful arc through the air before landing in the latrine full of excrement, where it was sucked down. I cursed inwardly, "Damn train, of all times, it had to come at this moment!" After regaining my balance, I looked up and my heart sank into an icy abyss. The underwear I'd just changed out of, hanging on the outside, had been blown away by the strong wind from the passing train! Waaaaah… To make matters worse, I'd only brought one spare pair of underwear, and there were nowhere to buy clothes at the train stations—money wouldn't buy anything. It seemed I'd be going braless for the rest of the journey. Ugh, when it rains, it pours! Just as I was feeling anxious, there was a loud knocking on the toilet, and a voice said, "Come out quickly, the train's almost here, the toilet's about to close." With no other option, I hurriedly put on my bra, a shirt, and that pitiful little skirt, and awkwardly left the toilet. Standing by the sink, my mind cleared, I rinsed my mouth, washed my face with a towel, and dejectedly returned to my seat. Bored, I glanced out the window. It was pitch black outside; the lights along the railway tracks rushed past as the train sped by. I took out my phone, put in the earphones, and listened to familiar Teresa Teng songs, gradually relaxing. Unfortunately, my good mood didn't last long; after only two songs, my phone died again. How frustrating! I reluctantly took out the earphones, intending to find something to do to pass the time during this incredibly boring journey. I saw a copy of *Story Collection* on the small table. It belonged to the middle-aged man opposite me; he was resting with his eyes closed, his wife's fluffy head resting on his shoulder, I wondered if she was asleep. I said to him, "Can I read this book?" He opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them, and said no problem. I took the magazine, but before I could read more than a few lines, his voice came: "Little sister, where are you going?"
I didn't want to talk to him, but since I'd taken his book, I felt bad if I didn't at least offer some politeness. So I looked up at him and said, "I'm going to Suzhou." He exclaimed in surprise, "Hehe, me too!" Then he asked, "Where in Suzhou are you going?" I said Taicang. He'd barely finished answering when his wife looked up, glared at me, and then gave him a furious look. He had no choice but to shut up. Just as I was about to start reading, a strong stench of foot odor wafted into my nostrils. Following the smell, I saw the old man next to me had taken off one of his dirty leather shoes and was picking at his toes. As he rubbed his feet, layers of powdery substance fell onto the carriage floor. I glared at him angrily and said, "Uncle, could you get off the bus before you do this? The smell is awful!" The old man glanced at me, looking rather embarrassed, and said, "Young lady, I...I...I forgot." He then pulled a sock from his pocket—the color of which was indiscernible—and put it on, putting on his shoes. He gave me another awkward look. Seeing him put on his shoes, I felt a little embarrassed, as if I had been bullying an old man. So, I casually asked him, "Uncle, where are you going?" He forced a smile and said, "I'm going to Taicang too." I then asked, "Where in Taicang are you going?" He said, "Jinlang." I couldn't help but laugh and said, "What a coincidence, I'm going to Jinlang too." So, we started chatting. Through our conversation, we discovered that our hometowns were only about thirty miles apart, and the places we were going to were even within the same administrative district. He said his surname was Sun, he was 56 years old, and he had been working on construction sites. I told him my name was Xiaoyu. By then, the train had been running for more than two hours, the announcements in the carriage had stopped, and most of the lights had been turned off; it was time to rest at night. I was tired too, so I said to the old man, "Uncle Sun, I can't chat with you anymore. Everyone needs to sleep, and I'm tired too." Old Sun nodded disappointedly. I looked at the couple opposite me. The man's head was leaning back in his seat, already asleep. A long strand of saliva, accompanied by his intermittent snoring, dripped from the corner of his mouth and then onto his waist, emitting a dim white light in the dim light. His wife, on the other hand, was like a limp animal, her upper body draped over his legs, her head buried between his thighs, and she was also snoring. I placed my hands on the small table, then slumped my head onto my arms, and soon drifted off to sleep… I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy state, I felt something wriggling on my inner thigh. I snapped awake, lifted my head, opened my sleepy eyes, and looked under my seat. In the dim light, I was horrified to see a large foot—reaching out from the seat opposite me! I looked up and saw that the middle-aged man opposite me still had his eyes closed, but his eyelids twitched a few times, and a cold smile flickered across his lips. I immediately realized that he was exploring my inner thigh with his foot, and his big toe was only a fraction of an inch away from my genitals; I could even feel the heat emanating from his toe! What—what—should—I—do?! Just as I was caught off guard, he opened his eyes and looked at me, slowly leaning his upper body over the small platform. Less than 15 centimeters away from me, he said in an incredibly low voice, "You little slut, you're not wearing underwear! Should I tell everyone else you—aren't—wearing—underwear?" Like a summer thunderclap, I was instantly stunned! If the other people in the carriage knew, I'd have to jump off the train. Seeing my utterly horrified expression, he smiled smugly and said, word by word, "You little cunt, spread your legs wider and lean over the platform!" Reluctantly, I lowered my head and leaned over the platform, spreading my legs wide. Soon, my two plump, tender labia felt his sinful toes. My heart skipped a beat, thinking that for the first time in my life, on a speeding train, my vagina would be occupied by a complete stranger with his toes! Yet, a faint anticipation lingered within me—my wanton and beautiful little hole had never been penetrated by a toe before. What…
what would that feel like? I felt the passion lurking within me ignite in an instant! My palms sweated, my breathing quickened, and I could even feel a fire burning deep within my hole! My little hole quickly became wet, yearning to be invaded. My heart was in turmoil: 'Want it? Don't want it? Want it or not…' A battle raged within me. Just as I hesitated and anticipated, my labia majora were parted, and a man's short, rough big toe was enveloped between two plump labia. My sensitive and delicate flesh felt the foreign object from an unknown man, and I could even feel the texture of his toes. His toenails were clearly trimmed; it was easy to tell that he was a man who paid great attention to his appearance. The ball of his right foot was pressed tightly against the inside of my left thigh, while his toes rubbed up and down beneath the labia majora of my little hole. His sensitive body followed its trail, gliding over the upper edge of my vaginal opening, lightly brushing against the tender skin above my urethra, then lightly touching the urethra a few times like a dragonfly skimming the water. This sent a shiver through my smooth, beautiful body, and a sweet urge to urinate welled up within me. I took a deep breath, struggling to suppress this gentle surge of desire. Then, his toes slid upwards again, until the tips touched the peak of my clitoris, radiating intense lust. Using the lubrication of my wanton vaginal fluids, he moved slowly and gently from the head of my clitoris to its base, then gently pushed upwards, like a lover's soft and warm fingertips, repeatedly tracing the most sensitive and wanton part of my clitoris. He would sometimes rotate, sometimes press lightly, and sometimes gently scrape the incredibly sensitive and tender clitoral skin with his manicured nails. Occasionally, he would use his second toe and big toe to gently pinch the clitoris, pressing it down with two light touches followed by one heavy touch, or three light touches followed by one heavy touch, until the clitoris was completely submerged in the skin. Sometimes, he would use a few toes to pinch my thick and beautiful labia, gently lifting or pulling them! He was definitely a master of seduction; his toes provided a more intense and alluring erotic stimulation to my sensitive areas than most men's fingers! Under the stimulation of his toes, my desire slowly accumulated, and I could feel my vaginal fluid continuously overflowing from my vaginal opening. He clearly sensed the stirring deep within my soul and increased the speed of his toe-rubbing. The friction between my genitals and the external object, moistened by my vaginal fluids, produced a very subtle "squeaking" sound. A cool sensation emanated from my two tender buttocks on the sofa cushion; I knew without a doubt that the sweet fluids flowing from my vagina had seeped onto the cushion below. What a wonderful feeling, what a stimulating experience! Suddenly, his toes slid down from my clitoris, which was enjoying this feast of desire, and swept straight down. Then, with a light, swift movement, he inserted his toes into my vagina. My vaginal opening, eager for the filling, swiftly swallowed his toes like a baby's mouth suckling at its cervix. The circular muscles of my vaginal opening instinctively contracted, trying to hold onto his toes tightly! As I lay prone on the table, I seemed to see a victorious smile spread across the man's face! Suppressing the overwhelming pleasure, I clenched my buttocks tightly, my vagina contracting and sucking rhythmically, while the man's toes thrust in and out, roaming freely within me. Unfortunately, human toes were too short and too gentle for my desperately needy vagina; a feeling of wanting more but not quite reaching my throat only fueled my craving for further stimulation. Understandingly, the man pressed down with his foot, simultaneously inserting three toes into my wetness! I let out a soft, satisfied murmur from the depths of my heart.
However, I longed for his entire foot to fully penetrate my throbbing, eagerly awaiting pleasure. I cooperated by spreading my legs wider, and the man thrust in more forcefully, his third toe also entering. The feeling of fullness and stimulation drove me wild with desire. I arched my plump buttocks, welcoming and chasing after him, even fantasizing about inserting his fourth toe into the dim and silent carriage. On the bus speeding through the night, filled with the pungent smells of various smells, the erotic senses, the unconventional penetration, and the unfamiliar travelers were all engaged in an unconventional sexual encounter that most people could not imagine! The pleasure generated by the friction of our bodies, and the strange psychological suggestion produced by the unconventional environment, brought me close to the peak of lust—the muscles inside my vagina were twitching in waves, my breathing was becoming heavier and heavier as I lay face down, and my two shapely, long legs were tightly clamped around the man's hairy calves, anticipating his next, even heavier and deeper footjob. The pleasure intensified, and the trembling of my muscles quickened. I clenched my teeth, anticipating the climax… “Xiaoyu, are you feeling unwell?” A simple question entered my mind like a thunderclap in June! It turned out that Old Man Sun, who had been sitting next to me, had woken from his slumber. My whole body trembled, and the torrent of passion abruptly stopped; the man opposite me, also shocked, quickly slipped his toes out of my vagina. I hurriedly raised my delicate face, flushed crimson with burning desire, and forcefully suppressed my trembling from the surge of lust, saying repeatedly, “It’s alright! Uncle Sun.” The man’s three toes gently and slowly re-entered my vagina, thrusting in and out lightly, accompanied by the barely perceptible, lewd sounds of overflowing vaginal fluid. I tried my best to maintain a relaxed expression, while simultaneously dealing with Old Man Sun’s rambling and the stimulation the man opposite me was giving my genitals. In the dim, yellowish light, I noticed the man opposite me feigning sleep with his eyes closed, a strange smile playing on his lips, almost imperceptible to others. "Huh, what's that sound? Strange, and there's a slightly pungent smell!" The woman's voice sent a shiver down my spine. The woman, who had been lying on the man's lap, looked up, a trickle of saliva sliding down her chin. Had she noticed? A wave of guilt washed over me. With a soft "pop," the man jolted, pulling his leg out of my vagina and retracting it as discreetly as possible. The woman looked at her man with suspicion, occasionally glancing at me. I tried to calm myself, turning my head away and pretending not to look at her, my gaze fixed on the endless darkness outside the window. Just then, the announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Attention passengers, the next stop is xx station. Passengers disembarking, please prepare!" The woman snapped out of her daze and said to the man, "Honey, we're getting off! Quick, grab your luggage!" The man said "Oh," and hurriedly stood up, reaching for his belongings on the luggage rack. Through the reflection in the glass, I saw the woman still staring at me suspiciously. The train arrived at the station; the woman went first, the man followed, and they exited the carriage. Before leaving, when the woman wasn't looking, the man took a card from his pocket, placed it on the table, and smiled at me. (To be continued) [Last edited by Feng Xiyue]

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