At first, I was scared and looked for a place to hide, and when I went too far, I would sneakily pound him or step on his foot, and later on, I would also pay attention to the man’s appearance and glare at him. In short, these men who take advantage of, I do not know whether it is itself looks nasty or at that time he has a ghost in his heart, anyway, ugly face, ugly, twisted face. When I encountered such a, with the increase in experience, I would have no qualms about treating him heavily; in public, he didn’t dare to scream, and his heart was beautiful.
Sometimes when I run into kids and little boys doing this, I think they’ve never seen a woman before and give them a powerful look to scare them; of course, if I want to touch them when I’m in a good mood, I’ll touch them.
These things happen, all because of the circumstances, there is no way to have to endure, did not say what pleasure can produce, voluntary cooperation. But there was that one time, I willingly, and the feeling of longing, has been left in the mind to recall, lonely people quiet time, can be fantasized as real sex, stimulation is difficult to sleep.
The thing is, I had a college best friend who called to say she wanted to get married three years after joining the workforce. She was from the countryside and went back to her hometown after graduation to work in a prefecture-level city there, and the only way to get there was to take a bus because the train didn’t run a line.
Go to the station to inquire, there are day buses, there are also night sleeper buses, I have not been in the car sleeper car, I feel fresh, and besides a sleep until dawn, arrived, and daytime can still have fun.
On the car, which regret ah, the carriage of a foot odor, and my seat in the back, or the top bunk, behind the more stinky. Want to refund the ticket, and no hard seat night train to sit, had to find the driver under the word, spent an extra thirty dollars, transferred to the front of the bunk, the middle position.
It was hot, the air-conditioned car still had no windows to open, people were waiting down there, I don’t know, asked the driver why he didn’t turn on the air-conditioning, the driver said it would be a waste to turn it on, it would naturally turn on when he drove, it was still cold then, that being said, he suggested that I take a ride with no one on the bus and pick out a clean comforter.
I was grateful, so I rummaged through the stack of quilts, found a slightly cleaner one to put on my bunk, and got off to wait as well.
Nine o’clock in the evening, the car out of the station, a moment to go a moment to stop, the ticket clerk also went down to quarrel with people, and then continue to dawdle away, and finally in the fast out of the city, up two college students look like boys. Because the car’s berth in the station has been sold out in accordance with the regulations, the driver did not know where to get two folding stools to them, sitting on the narrow aisle.
The car drove off, picking up speed this time, and the two of them sat talking back and forth, right next to me, and I thought about how exhausted I’d be if I had to spend the whole night like this.
Not long after running up, the car slowed down again, and the driver turned around and yelled at the two students, “Get down, get down, check it out.”
These two began to not reflect over, the feeling that say their own, they all clamor to climb down, climbed to my body, leaning back this directly bent over my chest. Sudden change, scared me do not dare to move, listen to God’s fate and wait do not know what people below come up to catch me down to shoot.
No one actually came up to inspect the car, the doors were not even opened. After the car was up and running, I heard the driver and the ticket clerk talking, as if the inspector had only climbed up to the window to have a look, and then let the car go.
Leaving the checkpoint, the two men only got up, this boy sitting behind him felt reckless, his face began to redden, and said uncomfortably, “I’m sorry ah, just anxious ……”
He was pretty good looking, and I wanted to laugh at the way he was about to stammer, so I said, “It’s okay, it still scares me!”
The car flew forward, the driver opened the TV, playing a broken song, before and after the up and down four stations at the same time singing, which lively. Behind me there is an old man, the TV in front of his eyes, noisy up and lie down up and lie down, the two students can not see, which up in front of the driver said, before turning off.
In fact, there is no need, now riding in the car, the elderly need to be quiet, young people who do not have a cell phone, and which phone can not have MP3, MP4 it. No, once the TV is off, everyone has their headphones hooked up. Two students studied each other’s cell phones, I also pulled out their own to listen to music, these songs I usually listen to the old, plus the car started after the air conditioning running, not too hot does not seem to be too stinky, just in the rocking and rolling to sleep.
I slept until the car stopped and woke up, and when I looked at my cell phone, it was eleven-thirty.
The driver yelled to go down to eat, I was not hungry, but the urine suffocation, so from the plastic bag given by the driver took out shoes to put on, and followed everyone off.
I don’t know what kind of place this is, but there were a few large sleeper cars like ours parked there, and people were all wandering around, not many of them going into the restaurant next to it to eat. I looked around and saw someone going to the left intersection, so I followed a woman there, and sure enough there was a “restroom” written on the wall with an arrow pointing inside.
After using the restroom, I quizzed a few skewers of meat on the side to compensate for the food, and got in the car to lay down and continue listening to music.
Half an hour later, people began to get into the car, and before they could lie still, the car started, and the lights outside the window dwindled into a blanket of darkness, with only the occasional headlight of a car meeting rubbing and flashing by.
I couldn’t sleep, listening to the song my eyes darted around, the two students one was still playing with his cell phone and this sleepy one in the back threw a nap against the railing at my head. I reviewed the left and right bunks, a man on the left and an older woman on the right, no wonder they were both leaning against me.
When the boy in front of me was stretching and ready to pack up his cell phone, I suddenly had the good sense to talk to him because he reminded the Secretary of the TV in front of me, so I borrowed his cell phone from him and asked him what game he was playing. He said downloaded the movie, opened one for me and handed it over.
It was a comedy movie, and when I put on my headphones and started watching it, he followed his companion’s lead and leaned over to sleep too, and I got up and pulled him a little, pointing to my feet there, meaning he could sleep on his back. He was grateful and tried to lean down on my quilt-covered calf.
At this time can not hear, I saw my head next to this boy with a foot secretly kick climbing my legs sleeping companion, that still pretend not to move; I was puzzled, took off the headphones to look back at him, he a moment and began to pretend to sleep, so I understand that he teased the companion, but also a little shy, face hot.
That wasn’t an option, it was aggravating that way, so I moved my legs to get the boy up, and then moved as far as I could to the other side to see if I could free up a bit for them both to crawl to sleep. They both could see that too, and whispered one after another, “No, you can sleep, it’s fine.”
Tried a few times, really can not ah, unless I put the legs on the ground, or move out a little place, let them climb down the legs still touch their head, is so polite, feet in front of which boy said his companion, can go over to the other side of the aisle, and he crawled head to head to sleep.
What a great idea, I agree. He gropes his way over the front and I pull the skirt under the covers to straighten it out, then tuck it in and let them crawl over my little legs.
Sleeping head to head, each other against each other, staggered on a hold my feet, a too leaning up. When they sleep like this, I feel awkward, first of all, feet can not move, usually do not pay attention to sleep feet need to move, this time it is not the heart of the feet itch, is the finger itch, but also cover the hot very, want to move do not dare to move. Legs due to leaning on me this boy crawling hand seems to be enough to reach my thighs, the car upside down a move, I was worried that he was deliberately touching me.
The movie also can not see in, began to think, simply turned off the call up the boys back to him, closed his eyes to pretend, pretend will fall asleep.
Lying in a daze for half a day, still can not sleep, the car bumps, they undulate in my legs and feet, the heart itchy oxygen, through the meeting of the flash of light, look at the front of this boy’s face, closed his eyes soundly very good, just boring so wait for that light.
After another long time, after a bumpy ride, I felt a hand come inside the covers. My heart lifted and I hurriedly closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, my heart beating so loud I could hear it myself.
The hand was slowly crawling up my leg with the rocking of the body, as if the car had turned upside down on it, and there were no flashing lights or roaring of the car in my head, my mind was focused on that leg, and my eyes were closing too hard to feel sore myself.
I was somewhat relieved when the hand touched my paint cap there, and since my body could no longer move upward, stopped there and gently squeezed, quietly breathing a sigh of relief and relaxing my nerves.
It was at this point that a big lurch was made and with it he got up and landed on my thighs. My heart tensed again as his hand wandered, how my thigh muscles were so sensitive and tickled uncomfortably in tension.
His hands were like snakes, and he began to work his way into the crack of my leg when he saw an opportunity to shake it, and after a few shakes, his hands came in completely, grabbing the soft flesh on the inside as if it were his.
His hand was there and he started to sweat, and my legs seemed to be sweating too, and he felt it and tried to move up, and I don’t know what I was thinking at the time, but I found a bump to spread my legs too.
To be honest, he was handsome and gave me a good feeling, and I wouldn’t have fought back for stealing a touch, but I’d never been like this before, volunteering to give someone space. This spreading of my legs made me worry about him touching the top, touching my private parts, and once again the tension came up from the bottom of my heart.
When I thought about it later, I actually thought that the very act of splitting my legs might be a signal to him, to whichever man wouldn’t leave me alone again.
The boy then turned his head back to rest on one of the outside arms, moving his body more upward, the outside elbow almost always able to touch my pussy in the rocking of the car, and the hand underneath was even bolder, tentatively pausing to get to my pussy there, fingering the thigh muscles at the root.
Excitement was getting the better of me in my nervousness, and I had every intention of spreading my legs even further, but whichever boy was down there was holding my feet. And so, with those fingers carefully fiddling with the front of my pants, I still managed to turn my legs into an O without realizing it.
His hand obviously felt a little shaky, and he stopped there for a while before he started to move on, his fingers gently teasing the outside of his pants, making me want to move a little bit so that it wouldn’t be so hard, but I didn’t have the courage to do it yet in my nervousness.
He started to lift the front of his pants from the side and his fingers touched my vulva flesh at once, it was like an electric shock, I couldn’t help but shudder, before he could separate and touch the opening of my pussy I felt something gushing out, like the two days of heavy menstrual flow. I thought bad, it can’t be coming, then I thought how could it be when I had just finished a few days before? What would that be, hair waves flowing water, also did not feel this ah, I’m not like I have never had sex.
The hand had no qualms about running up and down, wet fingers with water, looking for an opening to get into, and I was pulled back by the excitement, and my ass started rubbing, so eager to get my mouth right for him.
He thrust in, and I could no longer control myself, reaching out and grabbing his arm resting on my pussy bone pretending to be asleep in one swift motion, and dying to let go.
By this bout, there had been a noticeable change, he got up too, looked around, pulled his ass and stool, still in front of him, to me, and tried to climb on my chest to keep pretending, and I cared for him there, pulling his arms straight up to my head, and he seemed to get it, and looked around again, and then all of a sudden, he lowered his head and kissed me.
I wanted it too much to have such a strong desire to spit out my tongue and let him suck it, feeling like that was just redundant and hard not to let him have it. His hand never left my pussy, kept thrusting.
He shivered my tongue a few times and left, worried, peeking from side to side before coming back down to suck and eat. I was so hard I tried to bring my legs up and bend them so he could get more in, and started pumping my legs, and the boy behind me woke up from the pumping, and I couldn’t care less about him.
The orgasm was coming, it was coming, harder, harder, I almost screamed like that. But just then he stopped his hand and removed it, wrestling it in the air.
His fingers were so sleepy he whispered to me, “Sore as hell!”
I was still trying to wrap my arms around his neck when I suddenly felt a cool hand come in and shiver and touch there, and I reached up and pulled and put it down.
The bottom finally thrust open again, the flesh next to my pants aching from the grinding of his fingers as he carried them in, and I reached in, lifting my ass in one motion and pulling it under my legs.
This boy in front of me wasn’t kissing me properly, always kissing and looking up, well he started to put his hands in to touch my boobs, I lifted my short sleeves up from my belly and let him put his hands inside, he was groping through my bra like that.
My feet were also held in the hands holding them, and it was in this up and down that I came.
I gritted my teeth, resisted enjoyment, and kept letting it go on for ages.
The orgasm subsided and passed, and whichever boy was down there was still thrusting hard, and I was all sweaty and embarrassed as I responded to this boy in front of me still ducking down for kisses from time to time.
When he looked down again, I whispered to him that I wanted to get up, hot as hell. Watching him pound his companion across my body, his companion took his hand out and sat back down.
I took the bag out from under my pillow, tore up some toilet paper and wiped my bottom under the covers, put on my pants, and got up to sit on the bed.
Everyone was speechless, which one in front looked out at the highway in front of the car, and this one in the back was sitting upright looking out the window, and I stirred the covers away from me, cool and incredibly comfortable.
It was hard to sit like that, so I touched the boy next to me and whispered, “You two switch off and sleep, I’ll come down and sit.”
He shook his head like a rattle and said, “No, this is fine, fine.”
I glared at the boy in front of me with my foot and then pointed to the bunk, and he shook his hand.
This thing was truly wonderful, dark and unashamed and enjoying it like that, I thanked them from the bottom of my heart, and when they didn’t rest, I was too embarrassed to sleep, so I half leaned over and took the hand of the boy next to me in mine to recall the madness of what I had just seen.
He played with my hand with his fingers, and after a while he got restless, pulling it towards him, and I didn’t say no, but leaned out of reach, and laid my body down along with my hand.
He was half on his side, pulling the zipper open himself, and I felt a hard rod pinned upward against my belly by my pants, and I pulled it out at once. He hurriedly propped his hand on the edge of the bed to block the bright light in front of him.
There’s no such thing as a mature woman who doesn’t like a hard rod, and as I held it and fiddled with it, I started thinking about it again. As soon as my body stirred, all sorts of desires came up, and I kicked the boy sitting squarely in front of me with my toe, and he looked back, and before I could say anything, his companion was giving him the finger in the darkness.
Getting the idea he started to move the stool back and forth, to my thighs, and just slipped his hand under the covers from behind, and once again I stripped down to my pants, stirred to the end under the covers, and sidled over to move my ass as far as I could to him. He started touching my ass and fingering my pussy, and my pleasure gradually came over me, with the desire to eat this meat stick I was holding.
I put my head outward, trying to get to him, and felt I couldn’t reach it, and he moved the stool in a different direction, and sat down facing backward. I tried again, still not convenient, finally, he had reverse direction and spread his legs under the bed, then as close as possible to the edge of the bed, I could finally contain it.
It was hot, and I don’t know if it was covered or if he was unclean, but it kind of stank anyway, but by that time it was getting to whichever strength I was too embarrassed to stop eating, so I started sucking him off.
I sucked my dick as he gazed ahead and groped my breasts while looking at people, his fingers were already in there at his ass again to play with it, comforting me even more.
Not a few times, he ejaculated, all into my mouth, originally I felt him ejaculate, want to open my mouth, but afraid to get his pants on, so I had to all contain.
He finished cumming, I pursed my lips to prevent the semen from leaking out, and then slowly spit his cock out. Spit to where is not good, he also help me to find something, but also by the bottom of the hand inserted in the difficult to want to open his mouth; finally he suddenly remembered my toilet paper, pulled my bag out from under the pillow, I took some paper, spit out pulled into a paper egg on the floor under the bunk.
He was quite righteous, comfortable in his own skin and not forgetting his companion, and as I packed up and lay back to enjoy the bottom, he carried his stool to the front to pull his companion into a whisper.
The boy then stopped what he was doing and started moving his stool over to me. I understood what they meant, but it was too hard to think about oral sex like I had just done, and as he came over to sit in front of my head, I sat up and said, “Sit on the bed and I’ll rest on your lap.”
After a moment’s hesitation, he got up, and I looked around at the sleeping passengers and the driver in front of me, who was concentrating on his car, and got up to make room for him.
I handed both the pillow and the bag to the boy at my feet, and he understood well enough to put them next to my feet. This allowed his companion to sit up fully, and I put my head in his lap and began to pull him to pull. He was much more honest than either, his hands consistently shaking, and worried that my head was uncomfortable, gently padding it with one hand.
I pulled back the pull-up and he pulled it out backwards on his own, but it was huge, scary to the point of being weird. I played with my hand and smiled up at him, and he stepped his face to the side in shame.
I took a full mouthful, got halfway in, and started to lash out, getting hot all over again, thinking about how comfortable it must be to have this thing down there, just wondering if it would hurt.
The kid was so comfortable that he didn’t touch me properly anymore, just looking forward and backward, and I kicked him before he put his hand in.
The top was giving so much sensory stimulation and the bottom was being penetrated, and soon I had nerves of pleasure popping up like bunnies.
Suddenly, my head was pressed firmly for a moment, and the hand at my ass jerked out, only to feel someone come out from behind him from the flickering lights.
Feeling the guy that came out get to the door of the car, the car stopped and I just tried to get away from his thick cock, really suffocating, but he was still pressing and started pulling the covers over my head.
Hearing the next person also got up, put on his shoes and got off, the boy who leaned forward also got off and went, then there were others who were also heading out, the ones who had finished peeing came back up, and even worse the driver turned on the front lights as well. I buried my face as far as possible in the small of his abdomen, the thick rod does not see soft, blocked me a hard to inhale through the nose.
Just at this most most uncomfortable time, this indisputable boy began to cum, I felt his thing began to shake, I felt wrong, outward to make a little spit stuck inside the cock tried to thick hot and thick hot liquid to the throat. I choked and pushed him as hard as I could and when the cock withdrew some and I could move my tongue, I constricted my throat then swallowed.
It was the first time I had ever swallowed sperm, and it was in such a setting that I ate it all.
As his cock slowly softened, I got much more comfortable and stayed bent over like that waiting for the car to start.
We slowly parted ways as people were lying down in their bunks, and I pretended to wake up from my sleep by asking them both where they had been, and getting up to get a drink of water to rinse the fishy taste of semen out of my mouth. He, on the other hand, loaded himself up under my cover and got up to sit down.
The man in the left bunk got up to use the restroom, and kept looking at me inexplicably, I pretended not to see, sat up and asked the two boys to switch to sleep, they pushed back politely, just not sleep. So I asked which boy’s cell phone, and began to watch a movie.
The two boys, one in front of the other, both leaned against the railing and began to sleep, presumably pretending as well.
After watching it for a while, it was not interesting and my eyelids started fighting, so I returned it and lay down to sleep.
This time really fell asleep, very fragrant, very slutty, then woke up, the original boy is still stealing touch it, two hands are underneath. Look around, as if they are all asleep, they did not care, spread their legs and let them play.
What is the addiction of stealing, this will let go and let them touch, although still running water, make a slutty, but do not feel a little to climax signs; two hands are also intentional in the play, touch the belly ah, in the mouth mouth rattling rattling, and occasionally inserted into the one or two times.
It was a good feeling too, lying back and enjoying it, slowly falling asleep again.
Sleep too dead, straight to sleep until dawn, the light began to blinding only to wake up, next to the two students when to get off the car do not know, folding stools are also put away.
I touched the bottom, a wet piece under the buttocks, the skirt is also wet, I just remembered that I have not worn pants, and hurriedly climbed to the feet to look for. No, in the quilt skirt are not, and embarrassed to voice, pull the skirt up and sit on the edge of the bed began to organize hair.
The car continued to rock for over an hour before reaching its destination, and during that time the man in the neighboring bed got up and kept sneaking glances at me, and I turned away, my face starting to burn as I thought about the events of the night.
After I got off the bus I wandered around the station, letting the wind blow the back of my dress around for half a day before I called my friend, and twenty minutes later, she and her boyfriend took a cab over to pick me up.
In the car, friends who hadn’t seen each other for years, were of course happy, happy school memories were brought up one by one, and the events of the nighttime journey instantly dissipated into thin air and out of sight.
Now, thinking about that trip, always when I was lonely and in need, I would fantasize about it, sometimes as sex in the car, sometimes as sex in bed; but no matter where I was, there was always only the face of the boy who had kissed me and the other’s big cock in my mind, and when it got fuzzy, I would put them all together as one and revel in it.