Wheel shafts on long-distance buses

It had been a long time since I'd visited my parents in the countryside, so my wife and I were going to go see them.

My wife was dressed beautifully, wearing a low-cut, flesh-colored top that boldly revealed a large expanse of her white breasts and cleavage, paired with a white, knee-length, form-fitting skirt, making her look incredibly sexy—a true sex bomb.

We waited a long time before finally getting on a long-distance bus to the countryside. Once on, we found the bus was almost full, with only one empty seat in the last five-seater. I let my wife sit there, and I placed my suitcase next to the driver and sat down, then began to endure the bumpy ride.

Because 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 wider, smiling back at me.

Next to her was a burly young man with a shaved head, looking quite savage. He kept glancing at my wife's chest, intentionally or unintentionally. I knew that from his angle, he could probably see her nipples, and besides, the last row of the bus was the bumpiest, so my wife's breasts swayed quite a bit. That guy was really having a feast for the eyes! I didn't care; let him look. After all, my wife was so beautiful, any man would look.

The bus drove for a while, then some people got off, and I sat down in a window seat and started to doze off. I was suddenly jolted awake by a woman's scream: "What are you doing!" It was my wife's voice. I snapped back to reality, followed by another "slap." I turned around and saw my wife's face contorted with rage, 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 gotten slapped.

"You fucking bitch, you dare hit me!" the young man shouted, his face flushed, grabbing my wife's hair. I quickly pushed through the crowd, grabbing the young man by the chest and saying, "What do you think you're doing?" At that moment, my wife sobbed and said, "Honey, he touched my breasts." Just as I was about to explode, I noticed four bald young men standing beside me. "I'm done for!" I thought to myself. They must be in cahoots; I'm no match for them. Just as I was standing there dumbfounded, a tall guy and a fat guy twisted my hands behind my back. "So what if I touched your tits? We're going to fuck you anyway!" one of them, a scarred-faced guy, said to my wife, resting his chin on his hand.

"Touching you is a favor from us brothers. Since you're so ungrateful, I'll humiliate you in public." The guy who'd been slapped finished speaking and ripped open my wife's shirt, revealing her bra. At that moment, everyone on the bus turned to look. "Listen up, everyone on the bus: those who behave will get to enjoy a good show; anyone who doesn't know what's good for them, we brothers will cripple them on the spot. You know, this is a place where there isn't a house for miles around." 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 loudly 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 back 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 have a good look at 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 me to look up. The other three men surrounded my wife. Fatty and Blackie held my wife's hands and feet. My wife struggled desperately, but 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 snow-white, firm 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.

By this time, my wife had completely given up struggling, closing her eyes and preparing to endure the humiliation. She knew resistance was futile; what awaited her was a gang rape by five men. Seeing that my wife had stopped resisting, Fatty and Blackie 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 have to take off the bottom yourself. You need to understand that the audience doesn't want to see rape, but your performance. You also need to know what the consequences of non-cooperation will be." Scarface finished speaking and winked at the guy holding me down. That guy immediately pulled out a dagger and held it to my neck. I was so frightened I didn't dare move.

Seeing this, my wife sobbed as she stood up and slowly pulled down her skirt. "Look! Ladies and gentlemen, that woman who seemed so proper just moments ago was actually wearing such lewd underwear!" the fat man shouted. At this moment, every man on the bus, young and old, craned their necks, drooling. "Take it off!" the five bald men yelled in unison. My wife reluctantly removed her last barrier.

"Come on, let the brothers see, what's the difference between such a virtuous woman and a whore!" The five guys all sat in the last row, placing my wife on their laps, and then meticulously fondling every part of her body. The fat man sat in the first seat, my wife's head resting on his thick thighs. He gently touched her face, ears, and neck, and even leaned down to kiss her lips. The second one was the charcoal-skinned guy. He vigorously kneaded my wife's breasts, sucking on them one after another. When he removed his mouth, I noticed that my wife's nipples were already erect with excitement.

The third one was the young man my wife had slapped. He and the scarred man were playing with my wife's most intimate parts, taking turns inserting their fingers deep into her body. Each insertion aroused my wife's soft moans and trembling. 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 passengers on the bus; they certainly wouldn't miss this spectacle. Watching them flip my wife over and over, I actually started getting excited and hard. "Haha! So she gets wet just like a slut!" After changing positions a few times, the fat man 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 if you're enjoying it, you slut," Scarface commanded. "Y-yes, it's very comfortable," my wife finally managed to utter after a long pause, tears of humiliation streaming down her face. "So you're the same as a slut! Are you a slut?" Scarface continued to press. "Yes, I'm just like a whore, I am a whore." My wife was forced to say this, tears already tracing a poignant arc down her face.

"Look how comfortable this whore is, now it's our turn to enjoy ourselves. Come on, give us a blowjob." Scarface said, pulling down his pants. The other four quickly followed suit, sitting in the last row, five penises standing erect. My wife stuck her ass up high, giving each of them a blowjob. They were afraid they would ejaculate, so they would have her give a short time before switching to another. The tallest one had the longest penis; my wife could only take half of it in before she couldn't take it anymore, but he still grabbed her head and pressed it down, making her choke and roll her eyes. The fat guy's thing was the thickest, almost bursting my wife's mouth. They kept rubbing my wife's clitoris and labia with their fingers, keeping her aroused. While she was giving oral sex to the scarred man in the middle, her large, white buttocks were facing all the passengers and me on the bus. We could all see her labia, and her vulva was filled with clear, lustful fluid.

"Alright, time for the main event. You guys go and do her from behind. I'll continue enjoying this bitch's oral skills," the scarred man said. After their commotion, they finally lined up. My wife lifted her buttocks and stood in the aisle, leaning over the scarred man 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, enjoying, the long-awaited penetration. The fat guy slowly inserted his entire penis. My wife spat out the scarred man's penis from her mouth, raised her head high, let out an "Ah!", and pushed her large, white buttocks back to meet his thrusts. "Damn, this is outrageous! You're so excited you've left my cock hanging," the scarred man said, grabbing my wife's head and shoving his penis back in. My wife could only moan softly. "How about it? Mine's much bigger than your husband's, right?" the fat guy said, grabbing my wife's large buttocks and thrusting rapidly. Because his penis was so big, when he pulled it out, it turned my wife's pink, tender vaginal flesh inside out, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid. My wife kept spitting out his penis and panting heavily.

The other three men watching were masturbating. The tall one said, "Damn, that's so unfair. With this bitch being fucked like that by the fat guy, it's too easy for the rest of us to fuck her!" Just then, Scarface's face started to contort. He ejaculated. My wife tried to move her mouth away, but he grabbed her head and forced all the semen inside her. "Bitch, swallow it all!" Scarface shouted. My wife had no choice but to swallow all the semen while being fucked by the fat man. Because her mouth was suddenly empty, she started moaning loudly. I knew my wife was completely lost in her 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 gushed out, much of it sticking to her pubic hair, and a few drops dripping into the aisle. My wife lay on the seat, her head drooping, her long hair obscuring 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, inserted his penis, causing my wife to throw her head back in excitement once more. The bus continued its journey through the boundless wilderness, everyone in the carriage immersed in boundless desire.

One after another, they penetrated and ejaculated. My wife remained standing in that position the entire time. After the five men finished their round, my wife's buttocks, thighs, and the floor were covered in semen. Of course, most of the semen was inside her, causing her lower abdomen to bulge slightly. Scarface, while fondling my wife's breasts, said to me, "Your wife is really giving me a hard time. Hold her and let me take a good look at your wife's cunt. How can it be so resilient?"

I didn't expect him to humiliate me like this, actually wanting me to hold my wife. I knew that since he had already made up his mind, all resistance would be futile. So, I picked my wife up from behind, like holding a child to urinate, facing Scarface. When they saw me holding my wife like this, they all burst into laughter. Scarface looked at it seriously, then suddenly shouted, "Look! This bitch is really different; her clitoris is exceptionally large."

I knew perfectly well that my wife was like that; her clitoris was exceptionally well-developed. It wasn't noticeable normally, but it was very prominent when she was aroused. Besides, although she had been fucked for so long, she hadn't reached orgasm yet, so she was particularly erect. At this point, just a little clitoral stimulation would bring her to orgasm immediately.

Hearing Scarface say this, the other four men also came over to look, all saying they had never seen such a well-developed clitoris. Scarface turned to me and said, "Let the audience see this too. Who's ever seen such a big clitoris?"

My wife kept her eyes tightly closed. She knew that what she was about to endure was even more humiliating than being gang-raped—being held by her husband, showing her erect clitoris, her labia still wet from being gang-raped, and the semen constantly flowing from her vagina to all the men, women, children, and elderly people on the bus. I picked up my wife's burning body and took that humiliating first step. I saw many pairs of eyes staring hungrily at my wife's genitals, and the drool at the corners of their mouths.

I carried my wife to the nearest row of seats, where a middle-aged woman in her forties was sitting with a boy. They looked like mother and son. The boy's eyes were fixed on my wife's lower body, and he was practically drooling. It must have been the first time he'd ever seen a woman's body, especially up close. When the middle-aged woman saw her son's behavior, she glared at him and snapped, "Don't look, little boy." The boy glanced at his mother and reluctantly looked away. "Damn it, you have to look, or I'll strip you naked for your son and everyone else to see." Scarface said viciously to the woman, then turned to the boy with a grin and said, "Do you want to see your mother's or this bitch's? If you don't want to see, I'll strip your mother naked. How about that?"

"No, please don't!" The woman said, grabbing her clothes as if someone was about to strip her naked. The boy also knew to protect his mother: "I'll see, just don't bully my mother." After saying that, the boy turned his face toward my wife's vulva, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. He got so close that, because I was holding her in that position, her vulva was turned outwards even more, and he could even see the internal structure. My wife leaned her head helplessly on my shoulder, staring blankly at the roof of the car. Showing a boy your genitals after being gang-raped—what torture that must be!

"What's a clitoris?" the boy asked, mustering his courage after staring for a while. "Haha! I don't know either, ask that bitch!" Scarface grinned lewdly at the boy, then shoved his face close to my wife's: "Give the kid a sex lesson, you be the teacher, give a proper introduction to your cunt!" My wife looked at Scarface's ugly face and was about to cry: "Please, don't make me do such shameful things, he's still a child!"

"Shameful? Is being a teacher shameful? Teachers are the most sacred, quickly introduce your body properly. Are there any other children? Come here, the teacher is about to start class." Scarface shouted. Soon after, he called out three boys, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old. The scarred man told them to sit in the seats on both sides. The four boys, roughly the same age, stared wide-eyed at the mature woman's body they had never seen before.

I still held my wife's legs up, spreading them wide and raising them high, so that her anus and vagina were directly exposed to the air. After experiencing unparalleled humiliation, I was already infected by the lewd atmosphere that filled the carriage. As they were humiliating my wife, I actually felt the same excitement as those thugs; my penis was painfully hard. My wife's body trembled slightly in my arms, whether from the excitement of being stared at by the boys or from the extreme shame of being exposed, I didn't know. She ran her hand across her lower abdomen, slowly moving it towards her open vulva, separating her labia with her fingers to fully expose her clitoris.

"This is a woman's clitoris, the easiest place for a woman to get excited. It feels very good when it's touched, and it will get erect like a man's penis." My wife finally went all out, introducing her most private place to the boys in a trembling voice: "The hole down there is the vagina, which is for men to insert." "Teacher, like the uncles just now, inserting?" The boys actually mistook my wife for a teacher and even asked a question, causing a burst of laughter from the men on the bus.

My wife's face flushed crimson, even her fair skin turning pink. "Yes, just like the uncles do." "Teacher, why did you scream when the uncles were penetrating you? Did it hurt?" the youngest child asked.

The men laughed even harder. "It didn't hurt. Teacher screamed because she was excited. It feels good to have something inserted there." My wife's mind was starting to wander, and she even called herself "teacher."

"Teacher, I ejaculate when I touch my erect penis. Do you ejaculate?" a slightly older boy asked. The fat man next to him said, "Touch the teacher and you'll know if she ejaculates!" "Teacher, can I touch you?" the boy looked at my wife expectantly. "Idiot, didn't your teacher say it feels good to be touched by a man? Why don't you go touch your teacher?" the fat man said, chuckling to himself.

The boy reached out and pinched my wife's erect clitoris with his fingers, slowly rubbing it. My wife instinctively moaned, the stimulation of having her body played with by an underage boy giving her unprecedented pleasure. Soon, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out along with the semen from earlier. "You all go touch her together! Your teacher is a slut, it'll feel better if you all touch her together!" Scarface incited the other three boys to join in.

"Also, didn't your teacher say that she needs something inserted to feel good? Your dicks are too small, use your hands!" Upon hearing this, the boys all reached out and touched my wife, seven or eight hands groping her body. My wife's moans grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the carriage.

A boy tried inserting his fingers one by one into my wife's vagina. Finally, he put all five fingers together and slowly inserted them into her vagina. My wife probably felt pain and pulled her buttocks towards me. To reduce her pain, I spread her legs wider to allow the boy's hand to slowly enter.

"Ouch..." With a long, low growl from my wife, the thickest part of the boy's hand finally disappeared into her body, leaving only her wrist outside. At the same time, a large amount of semen overflowed from the gap in her wrist. Everyone on the bus was stunned by this scene, even the bald men exclaimed how exciting it was. Then, the boy used his hand to mimic a man's penis, thrusting it in and out, his forearm instantly covered in white semen. The other children continued to grope my wife's body, one of them constantly rubbing her clitoris.

My wife had never been penetrated by such a large object before, and at first her eyes rolled back, but with the continuous thrusting of the arm and the constant stimulation of her clitoris, she slowly succumbed to an unprecedented pleasure, panting heavily and constantly welcoming each penetration with her body. Suddenly, a strong tremor ran through my wife's body, and her whole body arched as if electrocuted. I knew my wife had reached orgasm.

"My hand is being clamped, teacher's hole is tightening!" the boy shouted. At this moment, many people craned their necks towards my wife's crotch, staring at the junction of her arm and vagina. I saw my wife's vagina contracting repeatedly, the tender flesh inside clenching and releasing more semen. After her final trembling, my wife slumped into my arms.

"Such a slut, she can even orgasm from a kid!" Scarface exclaimed in surprise. When the boy pulled his hand out of my wife's vagina, his entire palm was covered in a white, sticky liquid. Because of the prolonged penetration of such a thick arm, my wife's vaginal opening took a long time to close. "Teacher, I know our penises are too small to satisfy you. Could you please suck them for us too?" The boy said, pulling down his pants to reveal a slender, underdeveloped, but erect penis.

"Yes, we want you to suck them for us." The other three quickly pulled down their pants as well. "Let the teacher rest for a bit, okay? She's tired," my wife said weakly, lying in my arms. "Damn it, I told you to give her a blowjob, so you just do it? You really think you're a teacher!" Scarface said fiercely. I reluctantly put my wife down and watched as she bent over, put a thin penis into her mouth, and started shaking her head.

"Listen up, everyone else, whoever wants to fuck this bitch, step forward. But first, it's 500 yuan in cash, and you have 10 minutes," Scarface shouted to the people in the car. As soon as he finished speaking, someone stuffed money into Scarface's hand, and soon the aisle behind my wife was packed with people. I counted, there were 12 of them, and thought to myself: Damn, they're all such upright gentlemen usually, but at

times like this, the ugliness of human nature is exposed.

I started to worry about whether my wife's body could withstand being gang-raped by so many people. Hearing the commotion behind her, my wife started sobbing, because she knew another gang rape was about to begin. The gang rape proceeded in an orderly fashion under the watchful eyes of the bald men. Because there wasn't much time, the men didn't engage in any foreplay before inserting their erect penises one after another into my wife's vagina. After her initial whimpers, my wife became excited, shaking her large buttocks and moaning loudly. I began to admire my wife's body.

After the sixth man ejaculated, Scarface checked his watch and said, "Time's running out. The remaining six, go to the five-seater in the back, three at a time, two rounds at a time. Use every hole on this bitch's body to save time." My wife was terrified when she heard this. She grabbed Scarface's leg and cried, "Please, brother, please don't do it to my ass! It hurts there! Do it anywhere but my ass! Please, please... Waaah..."

I knew why my wife was so afraid of anal sex. I had done it once, and she was in so much pain she couldn't walk for days. Since then, she'd never let me do it there again. Now, to be done by so many men, of course she was terrified. I don't know if Scarface took pity on my wife seeing her like this, but he thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then the last two can stop, two at a time."

The two at the back of the line were unwilling to give up, and one of them whispered something in Scarface's ear. Scarface slapped his thigh, "Good idea, let's do it this way, three at a time, two to her vagina, and the other to ejaculate in her mouth. Anyway, this bitch's cunt has widened for so long, it should be big enough for two dicks to go in at the same time."

My wife hadn't expected this outcome; her anus was free, but her vagina was suffering. She thought: This is the only way, it's better than anal penetration! A man quickly sat down on the stool, facing upwards. My wife, facing him, straightened his penis and sat down on it, her vagina wet. After sitting down with her back to everyone, she masturbated a few times, then leaned forward, placing her breasts on the man's head. Her genitals, with his penis embedded in her, were clearly displayed to everyone. We could all see that his penis had completely filled her vagina. I was really worried for my wife; I wondered if it could

accommodate another one.

I couldn't help but ask my wife, "Honey, how are you feeling? Should we beg them again?" "I feel okay, it should be able to fit. I have to endure it so you won't get hurt." My wife even had a smile on her face, but I knew she was putting on an act for me, to hide her inner nervousness. Another man climbed onto the seat, stood up, and shoved his penis into my wife's mouth. My wife freed one hand to grab the shaft, desperately sucking and spitting it out, hoping to end this nightmare quickly. A third man walked over, and when I saw his penis, I couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief—thankfully, it wasn't too big.

He stood behind my wife and shoved his penis into the hole that already had one penis inside. As he inserted his penis, the other one slipped out. My wife tried to cooperate with both penises entering, but after a long time, she still couldn't get both in. "Go help," Scarface shoved me forward. I had no choice but to kneel on one knee beneath the three men's genitals, gripping the already inserted penis with one hand to prevent it from slipping out, while holding the other and slowly pushing the glans into my wife's vagina. The bus fell silent; everyone held their breath, watching this most lewd and tragic scene imaginable—a man inserting the penises of two other men into his wife's vagina simultaneously.

When both penises were fully inside my wife, she shuddered, spitting out the penis from her mouth and letting out a long "Ah…". The entire bus erupted in cheers, as if a great scientific experiment had been completed. I watched the three men's genitals engage in intercourse; they began thrusting, and my wife began moaning ecstatically again, experiencing a pleasure she had never known before.

Not long after, the three men ejaculated almost simultaneously, the semen gushing from my wife's mouth and vagina. But as soon as it was all out, three more hard penises were immediately inserted, until they ejaculated again. Less than ten minutes after the gang rape ended, the car stopped. It was pitch black outside, and I could vaguely make out the sign of a hotel.

"The bus is broken, we have to stay here overnight. Everyone get off, we'll leave tomorrow morning," the driver shouted to the passengers. He glanced at my wife and me, then put his arm around the scarred man's shoulder and got off. After hearing their boisterous laughter as they got off, I finally understood: they were all in cahoots, we'd gotten on a thief's bus. Seeing the passengers getting off one by one, I quickly grabbed the fat man's hand: "Please give us back my wife's clothes! How are we supposed to get off like this?"

My wife was still curled up naked in the last row of seats. The fat man grinned wickedly and said to me, "Getting the clothes is easy. Our boss said, put this thing in your wife's crotch, and we'll give you the clothes." He then pulled out a string of toy-like objects from his bag. It was a plastic ball covered in bells, connected to the ball by a thin chain. He meant to insert the ball into my wife's vagina and let the bells dangle between her legs. How could she walk like that! I hesitated.

"To be honest, you didn't have a choice. If you don't insert it, the boss will make your wife get off the bus naked, and in the end, he'll still have to put this thing in her. If you insert it yourself now, you can at least get a skirt to cover up a bit." "I'll insert it, I'll insert it!" My wife ran over and said to me, "Honey, life is more important. We can't fight them." After saying that, she took the plastic ball from the fat man's hand, gritted her teeth, and stuffed it down there, leaving only a metal chain with a string of bells hanging between her legs, jingling.

"Okay, your wife is so straightforward. Here, take the clothes, but you don't need to wear the ones underneath. Remember! Don't take off the bells, or you should know the consequences." After saying that, she threw the top and skirt over to me. After my wife got dressed and got out of the car, that damned bell jingled crisply between her legs. Just as we reached the hotel lobby, Scarface and another unfamiliar cripple approached. Scarface handed me a key: "This is your room key. Go and get some rest!" He then deliberately reached down and pulled the bell between my wife's legs, making a crisp sound that attracted curious glances from many guests. We took the key and quickly headed towards our room, the bell ringing again. As we walked, I heard the cripple say to Scarface, "What a gem! Top-notch! Tomorrow's performance will be spectacular, hahaha!"

Amidst their laughter, I had a premonition: tomorrow would be another nightmare.

It had been a long time since I'd visited my parents in the countryside, so my wife and I were going to go see them.

My wife was dressed beautifully, wearing a low-cut, flesh-colored top that boldly revealed a large expanse of her white breasts and cleavage, paired with a white, knee-length, form-fitting skirt, making her look incredibly sexy—a true sex bomb.

We waited a long time before finally getting on a long-distance bus to the countryside. Once on, we found the bus was almost full, with only one empty seat in the last five-seater. I let my wife sit there, and I placed my suitcase next to the driver and sat down, then began to endure the bumpy ride.

Because 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 wider, smiling back at me.

Next to her was a burly young man with a shaved head, looking quite savage. He kept glancing at my wife's chest, intentionally or unintentionally. I knew that from his angle, he could probably see her nipples, and besides, the last row of the bus was the bumpiest, so my wife's breasts swayed quite a bit. That guy was really having a feast for the eyes! I didn't care; let him look. After all, my wife was so beautiful, any man would look.

The bus drove for a while, then some people got off, and I sat down in a window seat and started to doze off. I was suddenly jolted awake by a woman's scream: "What are you doing!" It was my wife's voice. I snapped back to reality, followed by another "slap." I turned around and saw my wife's face contorted with rage, 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 gotten slapped.

"You fucking bitch, you dare hit me!" the young man shouted, his face flushed, grabbing my wife's hair. I quickly pushed through the crowd, grabbing the young man by the chest and saying, "What do you think you're doing?" At that moment, my wife sobbed and said, "Honey, he touched my breasts." Just as I was about to explode, I noticed four bald young men standing beside me. "I'm done for!" I thought to myself. They must be in cahoots; I'm no match for them. Just as I was standing there dumbfounded, a tall guy and a fat guy twisted my hands behind my back. "So what if I touched your tits? We're going to fuck you anyway!" one of them, a scarred-faced guy, said to my wife, resting his chin on his hand.

"Touching you is a favor from us brothers. Since you're so ungrateful, I'll humiliate you in public." The guy who'd been slapped finished speaking and ripped open my wife's shirt, revealing her bra. At that moment, everyone on the bus turned to look. "Listen up, everyone on the bus: those who behave will get to enjoy a good show; anyone who doesn't know what's good for them, we brothers will cripple them on the spot. You know, this is a place where there isn't a house for miles around." 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 loudly 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 back 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 have a good look at 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 me to look up. The other three men surrounded my wife. Fatty and Blackie held my wife's hands and feet. My wife struggled desperately, but 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 snow-white, firm 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.

By this time, my wife had completely given up struggling, closing her eyes and preparing to endure the humiliation. She knew resistance was futile; what awaited her was a gang rape by five men. Seeing that my wife had stopped resisting, Fatty and Blackie 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 have to take off the bottom yourself. You need to understand that the audience doesn't want to see rape, but your performance. You also need to know what the consequences of non-cooperation will be." Scarface finished speaking and winked at the guy holding me down. That guy immediately pulled out a dagger and held it to my neck. I was so frightened I didn't dare move.

Seeing this, my wife sobbed as she stood up and slowly pulled down her skirt. "Look! Ladies and gentlemen, that woman who seemed so proper just moments ago was actually wearing such lewd underwear!" the fat man shouted. At this moment, every man on the bus, young and old, craned their necks, drooling. "Take it off!" the five bald men yelled in unison. My wife reluctantly removed her last barrier.

"Come on, let the brothers see, what's the difference between such a virtuous woman and a whore!" The five guys all sat in the last row, placing my wife on their laps, and then meticulously fondling every part of her body. The fat man sat in the first seat, my wife's head resting on his thick thighs. He gently touched her face, ears, and neck, and even leaned down to kiss her lips. The second one was the charcoal-skinned guy. He vigorously kneaded my wife's breasts, sucking on them one after another. When he removed his mouth, I noticed that my wife's nipples were already erect with excitement.

The third one was the young man my wife had slapped. He and the scarred man were playing with my wife's most private parts, taking turns inserting their fingers deep into her body. Each insertion aroused my wife's soft moans and trembling. The last one was the tall guy. He stroked my wife's flawless white thighs, but his eyes were fixed on her constantly being stretched open vulva.

I remained kneeling in the aisle, staring blankly at the scene before me, too afraid to stand up. Of course, the bus was full of passengers; they certainly wouldn't miss this spectacle. Watching them flip my wife over and over, I actually started to get excited and erect. "Haha! So she gets wet just like a slut!" After changing positions a few times, the fat man pulled his finger out of my wife's vagina and held it high for everyone to see.

Everyone on the bus saw his finger glistening, covered in my wife's vaginal fluid; in fact, everyone knew that any woman would get wet from being played with like that. "Tell everyone if you enjoyed it, you slut," Scarface commanded. "Yes, it was very comfortable," my wife finally managed to utter after a long pause, tears of humiliation streaming down her face. "So you're the same as a whore! Are you a whore?" Scarface continued to press. "Yes, I'm the same as a whore, I am a whore." My wife was forced to say this, tears already forming a poignant arc on her face.

"Look how comfortable this whore is, it's our turn to be comfortable now. Come on, give us a blowjob." After Scarface finished speaking, he took off his pants, and the other four quickly followed suit, still sitting in the last row, suddenly five penises standing there. My wife stuck her butt out high, giving each of them a blowjob. They were afraid they would ejaculate, so they would have my wife give a short time and then switch to another person. The tallest one had the longest penis, and my wife could only take half of it before she couldn't take it anymore, but he still grabbed my wife's head and pressed it down, causing my wife to choke and roll her eyes. The fat guy's thing was the thickest, almost bursting my wife's mouth. They kept rubbing my wife's clitoris and labia with their fingers, keeping her excited. When she was giving blowjobs to the scarred guy in the middle, her big, white ass was facing all the passengers and me on the bus, and we could all see my wife's labia, and her vulva was filled with clear, lustful fluid.

"Alright, time for the main event, you guys go and do her from behind, I'll continue enjoying this bitch's oral skills," the scarred guy said. After their commotion, they finally lined up. My wife lifted her ass and stood in the aisle, leaning over the scarred guy and continuing to give him blowjobs, 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, enjoying, the long-awaited penetration. The fat guy slowly inserted his entire penis. My wife spat out the scarred man's penis from her mouth, raised her head high, let out an "Ah!", and pushed her large, white buttocks back to meet his thrusts. "Damn, this is outrageous! You're so excited you've left my cock hanging," the scarred man said, grabbing my wife's head and shoving his penis back in. My wife could only moan softly. "How about it? Mine's much bigger than your husband's, right?" the fat guy said, grabbing my wife's large buttocks and thrusting rapidly. Because his penis was so big, when he pulled it out, it turned my wife's pink, tender vaginal flesh inside out, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid. My wife kept spitting out his penis and panting heavily.

The other three men watching were masturbating. The tall one said, "Damn, that's so unfair. With this bitch being fucked like that by the fat guy, it's too easy for the rest of us to fuck her!" Just then, Scarface's face started to contort. He ejaculated. My wife tried to move her mouth away, but he grabbed her head and forced all the semen inside her. "Bitch, swallow it all!" Scarface shouted. My wife had no choice but to swallow all the semen while being fucked by the fat man. Because her mouth was suddenly empty, she started moaning loudly. I knew my wife was completely lost in her 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 gushed out, much of it sticking to her pubic hair, and a few drops dripping into the aisle. My wife lay on the seat, her head drooping, her long hair obscuring 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, inserted his penis, causing my wife to throw her head back in excitement once more. The bus continued its journey through the boundless wilderness, everyone in the carriage immersed in boundless desire.

One after another, they penetrated and ejaculated. My wife remained standing in that position the entire time. After the five men finished their round, my wife's buttocks, thighs, and the floor were covered in semen. Of course, most of the semen was inside her, causing her lower abdomen to bulge slightly. Scarface, while fondling my wife's breasts, said to me, "Your wife is really giving me a hard time. Hold her and let me take a good look at your wife's cunt. How can it be so resilient?"

I didn't expect him to humiliate me like this, actually wanting me to hold my wife. I knew that since he had already made up his mind, all resistance would be futile. So, I picked my wife up from behind, like holding a child to urinate, facing Scarface. When they saw me holding my wife like this, they all burst into laughter. Scarface looked at it seriously, then suddenly shouted, "Look! This bitch is really different; her clitoris is exceptionally large."

I knew perfectly well that my wife was like that; her clitoris was exceptionally well-developed. It wasn't noticeable normally, but it was very prominent when she was aroused. Besides, although she had been fucked for so long, she hadn't reached orgasm yet, so she was particularly erect. At this point, just a little clitoral stimulation would bring her to orgasm immediately.

Hearing Scarface say this, the other four men also came over to look, all saying they had never seen such a well-developed clitoris. Scarface turned to me and said, "Let the audience see this too. Who's ever seen such a big clitoris?"

My wife kept her eyes tightly closed. She knew that what she was about to endure was even more humiliating than being gang-raped—being held by her husband, showing her erect clitoris, her labia still wet from being gang-raped, and the semen constantly flowing from her vagina to all the men, women, children, and elderly people on the bus. I picked up my wife's burning body and took that humiliating first step. I saw many pairs of eyes staring hungrily at my wife's genitals, and the drool at the corners of their mouths.

I carried my wife to the nearest row of seats, where a middle-aged woman in her forties was sitting with a boy. They looked like mother and son. The boy's eyes were fixed on my wife's lower body, and he was practically drooling. It must have been the first time he'd ever seen a woman's body, especially up close. When the middle-aged woman saw her son's behavior, she glared at him and snapped, "Don't look, little boy." The boy glanced at his mother and reluctantly looked away. "Damn it, you have to look, or I'll strip you naked for your son and everyone else to see." Scarface said viciously to the woman, then turned to the boy with a grin and said, "Do you want to see your mother's or this bitch's? If you don't want to see, I'll strip your mother naked. How about that?"

"No, please don't!" The woman said, grabbing her clothes as if someone was about to strip her naked. The boy also knew to protect his mother: "I'll see, just don't bully my mother." After saying that, the boy turned his face toward my wife's vulva, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. He got so close that, because I was holding her in that position, her vulva was turned outwards even more, and he could even see the internal structure. My wife leaned her head helplessly on my shoulder, staring blankly at the roof of the car. Showing a boy your genitals after being gang-raped—what torture that must be!

"What's a clitoris?" the boy asked, mustering his courage after staring for a while. "Haha! I don't know either, ask that bitch!" Scarface grinned lewdly at the boy, then shoved his face close to my wife's: "Give the kid a sex lesson, you be the teacher, give a proper introduction to your cunt!" My wife looked at Scarface's ugly face and was about to cry: "Please, don't make me do such shameful things, he's still a child!"

"Shameful? Is being a teacher shameful? Teachers are the most sacred, quickly introduce your body properly. Are there any other children? Come here, the teacher is about to start class." Scarface shouted. Before long, he called out three boys who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. Scarface told them to sit in the seats on both sides. The four boys, who were about the same size, stared wide-eyed at the mature woman's body, which they had never seen before.

I still held my wife's legs bent, spreading them wide and raising them high, so that her anus and vagina were directly exposed to the air. After experiencing unparalleled humiliation, I was infected by the lewd atmosphere filling the carriage. During their abuse of my wife, I actually felt the same excitement as those thugs; my penis was painfully hard. My wife's body trembled slightly in my arms, I didn't know if it was because of the excitement under the boys' gaze, or because the extreme shame of exposure was making her about to collapse. She ran her hand across her lower abdomen, slowly moving it towards her open vulva, using her fingers to separate her labia, making her clitoris protrude completely.

"This is a woman's clitoris, the easiest place for a woman to get excited. It feels very good when it's touched, and it gets erect like a man's penis." My wife finally went all out, introducing her most private place to the boys in a trembling voice: "The hole down there is the vagina, for men to insert." "Teacher, like the uncles just now, they insert?" The boys actually mistook my wife for a teacher and actually asked, causing a burst of laughter from the men on the bus.

My wife immediately blushed, even her snow-white skin turned pink: "Yes, like the uncles insert." "Then teacher, why did you scream when the uncles were inserting into you? Did it hurt?" the youngest boy asked.

This made the men laugh even harder. "I'm not in pain, Teacher is just excited. It feels good to have something inserted there." My wife's mind was starting to wander, and she was even calling herself "Teacher.

" "Teacher, I ejaculate when I touch my own erect penis, do you ejaculate?" a slightly older boy asked. The fat guy next to him said, "Touch Teacher and you'll know if she ejaculates!" "Teacher, can I touch you?" The boy looked at my wife expectantly. "Idiot, didn't Teacher say it feels good to be touched by a man? Why don't you go touch your teacher?" The fat guy finished speaking and chuckled.

The boy reached out to my wife and pinched her erect clitoris with his fingers, slowly rubbing it. My wife instinctively groaned, the unprecedented stimulation from being played with by underage boys. Soon, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out along with the semen. "You all go touch her together! Your teacher is a slut, it'll feel better if you all touch her together!" Scarface incited the other three boys to join in.

"Also, didn't your teacher say that she needs something inserted to feel good? Your dicks are too small, use your hands!" Upon hearing this, the boys all reached for my wife, seven or eight hands groping her body. My wife's moans grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the carriage.

A boy tried inserting his fingers one by one into my wife's vagina. Finally, he put all five fingers together and slowly inserted them into her vagina. My wife probably felt pain and pulled her buttocks towards me. To reduce her pain, I spread her legs wider to allow the boy's hand to slowly enter.

"Ouch..." With a long, low growl from my wife, the thickest part of the boy's hand finally disappeared into her body, leaving only her wrist outside. At the same time, a large amount of semen overflowed from the gap in her wrist. Everyone on the bus was stunned by this scene, even the bald men exclaimed how exciting it was. Then, the boy used his hand to mimic a man's penis, thrusting it in and out, his forearm instantly covered in white semen. The other children continued to grope my wife's body, one of them constantly rubbing her clitoris.

My wife had never been penetrated by such a large object before, and at first her eyes rolled back, but with the continuous thrusting of the arm and the constant stimulation of her clitoris, she slowly succumbed to an unprecedented pleasure, panting heavily and constantly welcoming each penetration with her body. Suddenly, a strong tremor ran through my wife's body, and her whole body arched as if electrocuted. I knew my wife had reached orgasm.

"My hand is being clamped, teacher's hole is tightening!" the boy shouted. At this moment, many people craned their necks towards my wife's crotch, staring at the junction of her arm and vagina. I saw my wife's vagina contracting repeatedly, the tender flesh inside clenching and releasing more semen. After her final trembling, my wife slumped into my arms.

"Such a slut, she can even orgasm from a kid!" Scarface exclaimed in surprise. When the boy pulled his hand out of my wife's vagina, his entire palm was covered in a white, sticky liquid. Because of the prolonged penetration of such a thick arm, my wife's vaginal opening took a long time to close. "Teacher, I know our penises are too small to satisfy you. Could you please suck them for us too?" The boy said, pulling down his pants to reveal a slender, underdeveloped, but erect penis.

"Yes, we want you to suck them for us." The other three quickly pulled down their pants as well. "Let the teacher rest for a bit, okay? She's tired," my wife said weakly, lying in my arms. "Damn it, I told you to give her a blowjob, so you just do it? You really think you're a teacher!" Scarface said fiercely. I reluctantly put my wife down and watched as she bent over, put a thin penis into her mouth, and started shaking her head.

"Listen up, everyone else, whoever wants to fuck this bitch, step forward. But first, it's 500 yuan in cash, and you have 10 minutes," Scarface shouted to the people in the car. As soon as he finished speaking, someone stuffed money into Scarface's hand, and soon the aisle behind my wife was packed with people. I counted, there were 12 of them, and thought to myself: Damn, they're all such upright gentlemen usually, but at

times like this, the ugliness of human nature is exposed.

I started to worry about whether my wife's body could withstand being gang-raped by so many people. Hearing the commotion behind her, my wife started sobbing, because she knew another gang rape was about to begin. The gang rape proceeded in an orderly fashion under the watchful eyes of the bald men. Because there wasn't much time, the men didn't engage in any foreplay before inserting their erect penises one after another into my wife's vagina. After her initial whimpers, my wife became excited, shaking her large buttocks and moaning loudly. I began to admire my wife's body.

After the sixth man ejaculated, Scarface checked his watch and said, "Time's running out. The remaining six, go to the five-seater in the back, three at a time, two rounds at a time. Use every hole on this bitch's body to save time." My wife was terrified when she heard this. She grabbed Scarface's leg and cried, "Please, brother, please don't do it to my ass! It hurts there! Do it anywhere but my ass! Please, please... Waaah..."

I knew why my wife was so afraid of anal sex. I had done it once, and she was in so much pain she couldn't walk for days. Since then, she'd never let me do it there again. Now, to be done by so many men, of course she was terrified. I don't know if Scarface took pity on my wife seeing her like this, but he thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then the last two can stop, two at a time."

The two at the back of the line were unwilling to give up, and one of them whispered something in Scarface's ear. Scarface slapped his thigh, "Good idea, let's do it this way, three at a time, two to her vagina, and the other to ejaculate in her mouth. Anyway, this bitch's cunt has widened for so long, it should be big enough for two dicks to go in at the same time."

My wife hadn't expected this outcome; her anus was free, but her vagina was suffering. She thought: This is the only way, it's better than anal penetration! A man quickly sat down on the stool, facing upwards. My wife, facing him, straightened his penis and sat down on it, positioning it against her wet vagina. After sitting down with her back to everyone, she masturbated a few times, then leaned forward, placing her breasts on the man's head. Her genitals, with the penis embedded in them, were clearly displayed to everyone. We could all see that the penis had completely filled my wife's vagina. I was really worried for my wife; I wondered if there was

room for another one.

I couldn't help but ask my wife, "Honey, how are you feeling? Should we beg them again?" "I feel okay, I think they can tolerate it. I have to endure it so you won't get hurt." My wife even had a smile on her face, but I knew she was putting on an act to hide her inner tension. Another man climbed onto the seat, stood up, and shoved his penis into my wife's mouth. My wife freed one hand to grab the shaft, desperately sucking and spitting it out, hoping to end this nightmare as soon as possible. A third man walked over, and when I saw his penis, I couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief—thankfully, it wasn't too big.

He stood behind my wife and shoved his penis into the hole that already had a penis inside. As he inserted his penis, the other one slipped out. My wife tried to cooperate with both penises entering, but after a long time, neither could go in at the same time. "Go help," Scarface pushed me over. I had no choice but to kneel on one knee under the three men's genitals, using one hand to hold the penis that was already inside, preventing it from slipping out, and then grabbing the other penis, slowly pushing the glans into my wife's vagina. At this moment, the bus was silent. Everyone held their breath, watching this most lewd and tragic scene in the world—a man inserting the penises of two other men into his wife's vagina at the same time.

When both penises were fully inserted into my wife's vagina, my wife shuddered, spat out the penis in her mouth, and let out a long "Ah..." The entire bus erupted in cheers, as if a great scientific experiment had been accomplished. I watched the three men's genitals engage in intercourse; they began thrusting, and my wife began moaning ecstatically again, experiencing a pleasure she had never known before.

Soon after, all three men ejaculated almost simultaneously, the semen gushing from my wife's mouth and vagina. But as soon as it was all out, three more hard penises were immediately inserted, until another ejaculation occurred. Less than ten minutes after the gangbang ended, the bus stopped. It was pitch black outside, with only the faint outline of a hotel sign visible.

"The bus is out of service; we have to stay here overnight. Everyone get off and we'll leave tomorrow morning," the driver shouted to the passengers. He then glanced at my wife and me, put his arm around the scarred man's shoulder, and got off the bus. After hearing their boisterous laughter as they got off the bus, I finally understood: they were all in cahoots, and we'd boarded a thief's bus. Seeing the passengers disembarking one by one, I quickly grabbed the fat man's hand: "Please give us back my wife's clothes! How are we supposed to get off like this?"

My wife was still curled up naked in the last row of seats. The fat man grinned wickedly and said, "Getting the clothes is easy. Our boss said, put this thing inside your wife, and we'll give you the clothes." He then pulled a toy-like object from his bag. It was a plastic ball covered in bells, connected to the ball by a thin chain. He meant to insert the ball into my wife's vagina, letting the bells dangle between her legs. How was she supposed to walk like that?! I hesitated.

"To be honest, you didn't have a choice. If you don't insert it, the boss will make your wife get off the bus naked, and in the end, he'll still have to put this thing in her. If you insert it yourself now, you can at least get a skirt to cover up a bit." "I'll insert it, I'll insert it!" My wife ran over and said to me, "Honey, life is more important. We can't fight them." After saying that, she took the plastic ball from the fat man's hand, gritted her teeth, and stuffed it down there, leaving only a metal chain with a string of bells hanging between her legs, jingling.

"Okay, your wife is so straightforward. Here, take the clothes, but you don't need to wear the ones underneath. Remember! Don't take off the bells, or you should know the consequences." After saying that, she threw the top and skirt over to me. After my wife got dressed and got out of the car, that damned bell jingled crisply between her legs. Just as we reached the hotel lobby, Scarface and another unfamiliar cripple approached. Scarface handed me a key: "This is your room key. Go and get some rest!" He then deliberately reached down and pulled the bell between my wife's legs, making a crisp sound that attracted curious glances from many guests. We took the key and quickly headed towards our room, the bell ringing again. As we walked, I heard the cripple say to Scarface, "What a gem! Top-notch! Tomorrow's performance will be spectacular, hahaha!"

Amidst their laughter, I had a premonition: tomorrow would be another nightmare.

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