A Steamy, Bumpy Ride Home

A burly man in the same uniform reached out a hand."Steve, when you touched Richard's daughter's leg just now, what'd it feel like? Softer than your wife's?"The group burst into laughter, watching me with amused grins.Steve wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. He smacked his lips and said, "Gotta say, Kendall's legs are smooth and soft. Not like us, who do rough labor. She's a college student now."The same man shot back, "So what if she's a college student? She's still from our village. Let me feel those legs and see how soft they really are."With that, a few other rough men behind him also reached out. "Let me feel too!"In an instant, several large, calloused hands were groping and squeezing my legs."Man, these legs are tender. Feels great."Deep down, I'd been starving for this kind of touch. Suddenly surrounded by several men, my body could barely take it.Those big hands felt like they carried electric currents, sending tingles all over me until I couldn't help but

Steve asked, "Is your itch really that bad?"I nodded in agony. "It's awful. Steve, didn't you say you'd help me? Please, help me!"I no longer needed the men to hold my arms and legs. I spread my thighs on my own.Steve hoisted both my legs onto his shoulders and thrust in hard."I ain't no liar. I said I'd help, so I'll help."Ah—yes. I had never felt such powerful pressure before.Even my hair stood on end with pleasure. A violent wave of comfort exploded through my entire body. My feet trembled violently from the fierce impact.The other men slipped off my little leather shoes and began fondling my feet wantonly.They were soaked with their spit and sweat.They tore open my clothes, revealing my full breasts. The mounds kept changing shape beneath their palms. Round one moment, flattened the next.I didn't know how long passed before Steve finally climbed off me, satisfied.He asked, "See, Kendall? Feeling a little better now?"My heart raced with both shock and delight

My dad glanced at me and said casually, "If nothing's wrong, just eat. You don't come home often."After dinner, I went outside to play with the puppy, holding it in my arms and ruffling its fur hard. But my mood stayed heavy. I felt like the villagers were looking at me differently now.A few people I ran into greeted me warmly when they saw I was back. "Kendall, you're home! Long time no see—you've really changed."I nearly jumped out of my skin, thinking they were talking about what happened on the bus.For the next several days, I hid in the house, too scared to go out. But the gossip spreading through the village only grew wilder.The first to grow suspicious was Leslie's wife, Sandra Graham. She was a sharp-tongued woman, a real gossip who never missed a thing happening in the village.That afternoon, Sandra overheard Mona and Kat Hanne whispering."Did you hear? Leslie came off that bus grinning lecherously," Mona said in a low voice."No kidding! And Mark? He came home