Groans in the car

The groans from the bus: The recent heatwave had brought a long drought of rain. To escape the heat, I deliberately set off a day early, in the evening. The weather was overcast and relatively cool, which I considered lucky. When I arrived at the station, it started to drizzle, quickly turning into a downpour.

The bus was almost full, and I had barely settled in when it started to move. It stopped again after only a few steps. A woman hurriedly boarded, probably late. She was slender, with long, flowing hair, her head bowed, making her features unclear. She wore a black dress, carried an umbrella, and was soaking wet.

The bus then started moving again and pulled away. The woman walked over, looking for her seat, when suddenly she stumbled and fell towards me… I instinctively reached out to help her, but it was too late. The handle of her umbrella landed squarely between my legs. I helped her up again, my left hand grasping her round, smooth arm. For a moment, I felt a pang of panic, and my hand slipped. She leaned forward again, her free hand bracing itself against my thigh to steady herself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she said, her face flushed. She straightened up, apologizing repeatedly.

Seeing the obvious embarrassment on her delicate face, I smiled and politely bowed, saying, "It's alright, it's alright. Why don't you sit here? There's no one next to me." I gestured to the empty seat beside me.

"Thank you," she said, sitting down.

I helped her put her luggage on the rack, and also placed the umbrella that had touched me earlier on it. By now, the rain outside was pouring down, and the car was on the highway. She didn't say much, just quietly leaned back in her seat, her eyes slightly closed. Only then did I have a chance to observe her closely.

Her face was oval-shaped, with two beautiful curves tracing the corners of her delicate lips, framing a full yet firm face—very pleasing to the eye. Her long, dark hair, slightly disheveled from the rain, only added to her allure.

Her black dress, likely made of cotton, looked thin and soft, clinging to her voluptuous figure, highlighting her curves—high and low—utterly seductive. Beneath the hem, two bare, white thighs were exposed, without stockings, revealing a breathtaking whiteness and tenderness! I secretly longed to take a bite. Such a mature and sexy beauty was undeniably alluring to a virile young man like myself.

She seemed to notice my glances, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times. Turning her head, she smiled sweetly at me. "Could we switch seats?" she offered, seemingly a little embarrassed. "I'd like to see the rain outside."

At that moment, I was sitting by the window. Since the beauty had made a request, how could I refuse?! Besides, I was already captivated by her charming smile and words, and absentmindedly replied, "Yes, yes."

She stood up and went to the aisle first. I sat down in the seat she had vacated. As she was about to step aside, the car slowed down, and she lost her balance, her entire body falling into my arms...

This was truly a match made in heaven! Heaven wanted me to hold this beauty in my arms, so what was I waiting for?! In this situation, I could take advantage of the opportunity to "take advantage" a little; I figured she wouldn't think I was a pervert. In that split second, my mind raced, and I opened my arms, embracing her tightly.

She let out a soft moan and tried to stand up. I tightened my arms slightly, wrapping them around her slender waist. My private parts touched her full buttocks, and my lower abdomen instantly felt hot and swelled involuntarily. In that instant, I focused all my senses on feeling the soft flesh of her slender waist and round buttocks.

It was only for a moment; she immediately stood up and sat down. “You…” she said, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, “You seem a little naughty!” But her face was full of smiles as she turned her attention to the rain scene outside the window.

My little trick had been exposed, and I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, feeling somewhat at

a loss. It was already quite dark, with only a few scattered lights in the distance. Raindrops pattered against the car window, making a “pitter-patter” sound. Through the glass, I could see the entire earth being drenched by dense rain, a vast and boundless expanse of water, heaven and earth as one.

She, like me, seemed captivated by this magnificent scene, gazing intently into the distance. “The waters of heaven pour forth, all things grieve and yearn for madness!” I murmured softly.

She seemed not to hear me, and after a while, turned back and asked, “Who wrote this? I don’t think I’ve read it.”

“I wrote it before.”

“Really?” Her almond-shaped eyes lit up. “I didn’t know you were so literary!” She gave me another charming smile.

"Didn't you see I'm wearing these?" I relaxed, pointing to the glasses perched on my nose.

"Hehe... You can't judge a book by its cover. What does wearing glasses mean? Besides, she said... she won't say anything more."

"Hmm? You dare not say anything! Hehe..." I chuckled wickedly.

"What? What are you trying to do? Indecent assault?"

"You guessed it!" I pretended to stand up, waving my hands in front of her. "Wow... are you scared?"

She burst out laughing, her chest heaving. "You dare?" she said, puffing out her chest.

Staring at her protruding chest, those two breasts that stretched her clothes so full, my hands froze in mid-air, momentarily stunned. She reached out and pinched my hand, and I snapped out of my daze, quickly grabbing her hand and holding it tightly. She didn't pull away, nor did she seem to mind, appearing to be suppressing a laugh, and turned to look out the window again. I gently kneaded her hand; she didn't speak, and neither did I, and a long time passed like that.

"Aren't you tired? My arms are sore!"

"Tired? Then lean on me." I said, pointing to my shoulder. My deliberately generous tone made her giggle.

"Okay. But I'll fall asleep! You can't take advantage of me!" Saying that, she actually leaned into my arms! I was overjoyed, and my left hand naturally went to her waist. So, her entire upper body leaned against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. After a while, there was no sound, as if she had really fallen asleep.

Because it was a long journey, most of the passengers in the car were drowsy. Looking at the still heavy rain outside the window, and looking at the unfamiliar beauty lying in my arms, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter and my mind wander.

She had leaned over from her original seat, her bare thighs crossed, her buttocks naturally raised slightly, and her black dress tightly hugged her, making her roundness even more apparent. Between her rounded buttocks, a shallow cleft creased her hips, sparking endless fantasies.

My hand, which had been resting on her waist, couldn't resist and quietly slid down to her buttocks. Even through her clothes, I could clearly feel the softness of her flesh. I gently kneaded, careful not to wake her. She didn't move, completely unaware. I boldly slipped my hand under her skirt and touched her panties!

I lifted one side of her panties, pushing it into her buttock cleft, and then, I opened my palm and placed it on her upturned buttocks. Such soft, smooth skin! My heart pounded, and I couldn't help but knead her buttocks more vigorously. After kneading for a while, I still felt unsatisfied, so I began to slide my fingers into her buttock cleft.

My fingers slipped through the edge of her panties, finally touching the softest part of her body! Absolutely right, this was indeed the softest part! My fingers teased her labia, feeling the heat and magic emanating from her most tender and intimate skin.

Soon, my fingers were soaking wet. I thought to myself, she couldn't possibly be unaware of my
actions ; the fact that she hadn't objected meant she tacitly approved, and might even be secretly pleased! Thinking this, I didn't
hesitate any longer and carefully inserted a finger into her peach blossom entrance…

Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped away my restless hand, whispering in my ear, “Let me tell you what I didn't say earlier, ‘Nine out of ten men with glasses are perverts’! That's right, you are one of them!” “Do you like me being… perverted with you?”

“Like my foot! I regret not poking you more than once!” Her hand quickly rubbed my private parts twice, then she exclaimed, “Ah? Such a strong reaction?!”

At that moment, I had already pitched a tent. “Continue, I feel so uncomfortable, dear sister, please call me sister! Help me.” From her wet private parts, I could tell she was definitely aroused, and to achieve my goal further, I pretended to plead like this, and kissed her right cheek.

"You...you're so bad!" She placed one of her small hands on my bulging genitals, gently rubbing it. Afterwards, she didn't pull my underwear back up, but only slightly raised her buttocks.

This was a signal! As if suddenly enlightened, I understood, and so I reached my hand under her skirt again. My fingers easily entered her vagina and began to move back and forth. I unzipped my pants with my right hand and slipped her hand inside.

Her head was still resting on my shoulder, but her face was turned towards me. In this carriage, leaning against each other, we were practically a couple.

I felt her slender hand tightly gripping my penis, rubbing it up and down. Touching the skin of the opposite sex made my penis even thicker and harder. My heart was itching; I knew this wouldn't satisfy my desire, but would only make it grow stronger!

So, I pulled at her underwear, trying to remove the obstacle preventing me from going any further. She struggled, seemingly not wanting me to succeed, yet also seemingly half-heartedly resisting. I breathed softly into her ear and said, "Good sister, no one can see. Please, come on!"

She actually lifted her buttocks. I took off her panties and placed them beside me. Now, I could finally do whatever I wanted! My palms pressed against her entire vulva, kneading her tender flesh and pubic hair, then I inserted two fingers and thrust them in and out quickly and without any restraint.

With my rhythm, she unconsciously quickened the kneading of my penis. I couldn't hold back any longer. I looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to us. So, I resolutely picked her up, sat under her, lifted her skirt, and thrust my penis between her legs. Before she could react, my penis had already found the entrance between her labia and slid straight in!

"Ah—" Perhaps it was the sudden intrusion, she involuntarily let out a soft cry, then covered her mouth, her almond eyes glaring at me, trying to stop me, but it was too late. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, truly alluring and beautiful.

My hands slipped inside her skirt, cupping her full buttocks, and my penis began to thrust forcefully. Her thighs were pressed together, the tender flesh of her vagina tightly gripping my penis—it felt incredibly pleasurable! In this crowded carriage, amidst the darkness of the seats, I vigorously thrust my penis, brutally raping this unfamiliar, sexy beauty!

She tightly covered her mouth, trying to suppress a sound. It seemed that being brutally violated by a strange young man in the carriage was extremely stimulating for her. My hands could feel the slippery, fragrant sweat seeping from her delicate buttocks.

I thrust in and out of her tight vagina nearly a hundred times, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger. My hands moved to her thighs, roughly spreading them apart, grasping the tender flesh of her thighs, and thrusting my penis even harder. Her whole body moved up and down with my movements, the frequency increasing.

She sat on me, the entire carriage laid out before her. Seemingly sensing something amiss, she hurriedly lifted her buttocks, pulling away from my penis. "No, no, someone's watching..."

At this point, I could no longer restrain myself, disregarding everything else. I pressed one hand against her fragrant shoulder, and with the other, I gripped my penis, rubbing it against her beautiful face. The obedient girl understood my intention, so she opened her mouth and swallowed my wet penis. Watching my penis thrust in and out between her lips, I became even more excited. My fingers then slipped back into her vagina, moving rapidly amidst the glistening fluids.

She gently stroked my scrotum with one hand, and with the other, she reached down to my anus, extending her index and middle fingers and rubbing them. It seemed she wanted me to ejaculate quickly. This pleasure was already at its peak for me. So, I added a finger to my left hand, simultaneously thrusting three fingers into her vagina, increasing the speed and force to the maximum! Under my relentless thrusting, her whole body tensed, seemingly reaching orgasm. Her mouth opened wide, she gasped heavily, and no longer held my penis. So, I grabbed her long, flowing hair with my right hand, pressing her head down forcefully. I thrust my hips upwards, allowing my penis to penetrate her mouth more thoroughly and intensely.

Her mouth tightened again. I thrust dozens more times, feeling a fluid welling up in my lower abdomen, eager to ejaculate. I quickly grabbed her hair and pulled my penis out of her mouth.

Overwhelmed with passion, I stood up without hesitation, gripping my penis, and passionately ejaculated onto her, who was reclining in the chair! Streams of white semen gushed out, splashing onto her black dress, neck, face, and hair…

She lay limp, half-reclined, letting me release my pent-up desire.

The rain outside had stopped.

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