One summer night during my teenage years, I was sitting on a southbound express train, headed to visit relatives in Kaohsiung. I thought it would be a quiet, uneventful trip, but little did I know...

At the time, I was sitting alone, listening to my Walkman while gazing at the night scenery passing by the window. My body had developed beautifully by then, boasting a full 32C bust. I was wearing a thin white blouse and a pale yellow miniskirt. Perhaps it was this alluring outfit that made me such a target for the assault on the train...

When the train pulled into Hsinchu Station, a burly man in his early twenties, standing about 180 centimeters tall, boarded and sat down right next to me.

Unaware of his intentions, I continued to stare out the window.

By two in the morning, most of the passengers had fallen asleep. Drowsiness began to take hold of me, and eventually, I drifted off, resting my head against the window frame.

In that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, I suddenly felt a hand stroking my thigh. Drowsy and half-asleep, I tried to ignore it, but the touch grew bolder, creeping toward the edge of my panties. My eyes snapped open to find a large, rough hand caressing my inner thigh. The owner was none other than the man sitting beside me.

Just as I prepared to scream, I saw his other hand holding a large utility knife pointed at me. He leaned in and whispered, "If you dare to make a sound, I'll slice your face!" Dazed and terrified, the words died in my throat.

"Come with me," he commanded. He grabbed my hand, and instinctively, I followed him. I was in the very last carriage, and he pulled me into the rear restroom. I knew exactly what he intended to do. As I struggled to resist, he pressed the blade against the tip of my nose. Recalling his threat, I obediently stepped inside.

The moment we were inside, he violently tore open my blouse. My pink bra and 32C breasts were instantly exposed to his gaze. A small "Ah!" escaped my lips, but with the train speeding along, no one could have heard me.

Next, he used the utility knife to slit my miniskirt open, leaving me in nothing but my pink lace lingerie and my shoes. He began to knead my breasts through the bra with those rough, heavy hands. Terrified, my body went limp, leaving me unable to muster the strength to fight back.

He seemed skilled, alternating between light and heavy pressure as he massaged my well-developed breasts. However, because of the sheer tension and fear, my body remained frozen, offering no reaction.

After playing with them for a while, he forcefully ripped off my bra and continued to squeeze my breasts with his bare hands, his fingers twisting my pink nipples. My body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a series of soft "Mm... ugh..." moans escaped me.

As he continued for about a minute, my face grew hot and my entire body began to flush. I had always been a girl who became aroused easily; to my surprise, even in this terrifying situation, my body was beginning to respond.

Mentally, a voice screamed, *"I don't want to give my first time to a stranger!"* and *"Don't let a stranger take you!"* But my body was a traitor, yielding to his every touch. Was I truly born a little nymph?

Noticing the change in my body, he let out a lewd chuckle. He began to slide my panties down. My body, acting of its own accord, allowed him to strip them away. He then took the silk fabric and stuffed it into my mouth to muffle my cries, while his hand reached down to my crotch, caressing my slit with rhythmic strokes. My hips began to writhe instinctively, starting to lean into the pleasure.

After a moment, he hoisted me up to sit on the sink. He leaned down, his tongue swirling and licking rhythmically against my clitoris and the opening of my vagina. I had never experienced such intense stimulation. My thighs instinctively tried to clamp around his head, but he quickly pried them apart, continuing to lick my inner thighs. The slick, wet sensation caused my juices to flow uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stood up and stripped off his own clothes with frantic speed. Only then did I realize how truly massive he was. As he dropped his trousers, his thick, heavy cock sprang free. My eyes widened—it was easily eighteen centimeters long and incredibly thick. He grabbed me, pressing his hot, rigid shaft against my wet folds, rubbing the tip against my clitoris.

Thinking he was about to impale me, I shook my head frantically—my mouth still stuffed with the panties. But he chuckled, "Hehe! Don't be scared, little girl. You aren't wet enough yet. Mine is too big; if I thrust in now, you'll get hurt. I just want to feel good; I'm not some sadistic pervert." Hearing this, a wave of relief washed over me.

In truth, a small part of me still wanted to struggle and escape, but he was so much larger than me that a chance never came. After rubbing his cock against me for a while longer, he set me down and returned to attacking my clitoris with his tongue.

The train began to slow as it approached a station. In the midst of my dazed euphoria, I noticed he had placed the utility knife on the side counter while he was focused on my heat. My last shred of sanity told me to grab it. Fearing he would notice, I slowly reached out and gripped the handle.

Just as my fingers closed around it, he suddenly scooped me up by the knees. Before I could react, he slammed his massive cock deep into my vagina. A muffled "Ugh!!!" erupted through the panties in my mouth. A sharp sting of pain flared, and in that moment, I knew my virginity was gone.

Immediately after, a wave of numbness and electricity surged from my loins through my entire body. My hands grew weak, and the utility knife slipped from my grasp, clattering to the floor. He noticed it and grinned. "Hey! I didn't expect you to try and ambush me! Hehe! Just wait until I 'take care' of you!"

My vagina felt completely filled by him, a sensation so intense and pleasurable that my desire to resist vanished entirely. When he said he would "take care" of me, a part of my heart actually craved for him to ravage me.

At that moment, the train began to move again. He began to thrust, slowly pulling out until only the head remained before driving himself all the way back in with a heavy thud. With every thrust, a moan escaped my throat, as if we were moving in perfect synchronicity with the rhythm of the tracks. As the train picked up speed, so did he. Eventually, he was fucking me even faster than the train was moving, and my muffled cries turned into a frantic, rhythmic wailing.

As he pounded into me, he whispered in my ear, "Damn! You're squeezing me so tight! It feels amazing! A virgin really is different!" His words only served to heighten my arousal. An incomparable pleasure radiated from my core to my fingertips, far surpassing anything from self-pleasure or his tongue.

My heart raced, and with the panties still in my mouth, I felt like I couldn't breathe. He pulled the fabric from my mouth and said, "The train is moving so fast now; you can scream as loud as you want, and no one will hear you."

"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed, gasping for air, before descending into a frantic torrent of lewd moans inspired by the romance novels I had read. "Ahhh! It's so good! It feels incredible! Big brother... please... fuck me! Oh! Don't... oh! Stop..."

The excitement was so overwhelming I felt like crying. Suddenly, he stopped moving. Though the train swayed heavily, he remained deep inside me, focusing his attention on my breasts. He began to suck, lick, and bite my heavy mounds. The simultaneous stimulation of my breasts and my core was too much; I finally succumbed to my very first climax.

He immediately resumed his rhythmic pounding. I continued to moan, "Ohhh! Big brother... fuck me... don't stop! Ahhh!"

Suddenly, he gasped, "I'm about to cum... should I make you pregnant?"

I shook my head frantically. "Ahhh! No... don't! Ohhh! Please..."

"Ohhh! You're too good to fuck... I want to finish deep inside you!"

Panic set in. "Ugh! No... please... ahhh!"

"Fine... then kiss me with that little mouth. If it feels good enough, maybe I won't make you pregnant..."

I eagerly pressed my lips to his, and he immediately thrust his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around in a way that sent me reeling. Under the dual assault of his tongue and his cock, I lost myself in a second climax.

Only then did I realize he hadn't even been close to finishing; he had just been teasing me to make me nervous.

He set me down and looked at me. "You little nymph, you've watched porn before, haven't you?" I nodded sheepishly. He held his throbbing cock in front of my face. "Then you must know what a blowjob is."

Before I could answer, I took his massive head into my mouth, licking and sucking, but it didn't seem to be enough. He gripped my head, sliding the entire length into my throat until it was two-thirds deep. He treated my mouth like a tight little slit, thrusting so hard it made my throat ache.

After a while, he began to groan deeply. He thrust hard against my throat and began to ejaculate. I coughed, pulling away, but managed to swallow a bit of his warm, salty seed.

He finished the rest of his load across my face and said, "I'm going to take your first time for everything. Now, lie down!"

I obediently curled my body onto the floor. He sat atop me and used my breasts to sandwich his shaft, sliding himself between them. "This is called a titjob. Do you know what that is?"

I gave a soft moan, letting him work. He continued for nearly twenty minutes, his friction leaving my breasts flushed and red. As he moved faster and faster, seeing his powerful body pressing down on me, a sense of being conquered washed over me. The sensation was overwhelming, and as he finally erupted inside my cleavage, I reached my third climax.

His semen felt warm and wonderful against my skin.

Then, he flipped me over so my back was to him, forcing me to bend over the sink. I knew what was coming, but I let him do as he pleased. He slowly began to slide his penis into my anus. I wailed in pain until he was fully seated in my rectum, the sensation so intense that words failed me.

He began to thrust slowly into my backside. I could only manage muffled groans of pain. To distract me, he used one hand to caress my wet vagina and the other to knead my breasts, while his mouth licked the sensitive skin behind my ear. He continued this for half an hour. To forget the ache in my rear, I focused entirely on the pleasure in my front and chest. "Mm! Ohhh! Ahhh!" Eventually, the intensity pushed me into a climax that felt almost like pain. Moments later, he finished inside me as well.

He stood up and looked down at me. "How was it? Every 'first' on your body belongs to me now. Did it feel good?"

Having climaxed four times, I was completely drained. I could only lie on the floor and whisper, "Mm... thank you..." (I had been so overwhelmed by pleasure that the gratitude slipped out). Perhaps because my voice was so weak and breathy, it sounded incredibly lewd to him. He couldn't help himself; he scooped me up again and began to violently pound my swollen, sensitive opening.

"Damn! You still have enough strength to talk? I'll have to fuck you until you're dead before you're satisfied!"

His pace became frantic. "Ahhhhh! Mmmph!" Seeing his intense, primal expression, my unfaithful body grew excited once more. "Ahhhhhhh!" By the time the sixth climax hit me, I finally fainted in his arms.

When I finally woke up in the restroom, the sky was beginning to pale with dawn. My entire body ached, especially my vagina, my anus, and my throat. My luggage was sitting nearby—he must have moved it for me. After struggling to wash myself and get dressed, I opened the restroom door to find him waiting.

"Come stay at my place for a week," he said with a grin. "I'll give you pleasure even better than today!"

As for me? Well, of course... I decided to go with him!