"Stop… please stop… There are too many of you. You'll break me."

On the bus back to the village, three rugged men from my hometown spread my legs apart and tore a hole right through the middle of my stockings.

Steve Axwell, who lived opposite, said lecherously.

"Kendall, I've watched you grow up. Let me check if you've started growing hair down there yet."

Under the gaze of those big, strong men, I felt a mix of ache and itch. I couldn't stop myself from getting wet.

"You're this soaked, and you've never been with a man? Don't worry—today, we're going to satisfy you real good."

My name was Kendall Bailey. I was a freshman in college.

Ever since my boyfriend took my virginity, I'd wanted it every single day. If I went a day without it, my whole body would ache.

Now that winter break had started, I held in my hunger and headed back home.

My family lived in a village in Hendeine. It was a long trip—two days by train, then another half day on the village bus.

The moment I stepped onto the bus, I felt countless hungry eyes lock onto me.

The bus was packed with rugged men who worked the fields—every last one of them strong, lean, and dark from the sun. The worn-out cabin reeked of male hormones.

After holding myself back for two days, I was already aching. Now, the itch was unbearable. If I held it in any longer, I was afraid my insides would burn up.

The bus was nearly full of men. Lugging my suitcase, I found an empty seat near the back.

Right next to me sat a migrant worker in a blue-collar uniform, grinning at me with a lecherous look.

That's when I realized how out of place I was.

I was wearing a soft little pink skirt, and my legs were wrapped in a pair of skin-colored stockings.

His face crinkled with wrinkles as he smiled, eyes dropping to my thighs.

"Girl, it's the middle of winter and you ain't wearin' pants. Your legs ain't cold?"

I relaxed—my stockings looked so real he thought I was bare-legged.

"These are stockings, actually. Here, feel for yourself."

His thick, rough palm landed on my thigh. It was calloused and coarse.

The feel of that hand only made me hungrier. He even slipped his fingers up toward the hem of my skirt and gave me a squeeze underneath.

"Well, I'll be. They are stockings. Real smooth, too." He pulled the fabric of my stockings up and let it snap back down with a smack.

His grin widened, and suddenly something about it felt familiar.

It reminded me of Steve Axwell, my neighbor.

"Wait… are you Steve Axwell?"

The moment he heard that, the flesh on his face twitched.

"How d'you know me?"

It really was him!

I quickly said, "I'm Kendall. My dad's Richard Bailey. I haven't been back in years."

Ever since I got into the big city high school, I'd barely come home. I hadn't seen Steve in years.

From middle school graduation to college, I'd developed fast—I was nothing like that shy, red-faced little girl anymore.

Steve grabbed my hand, excited.

"Ah—it's Kendall! You've grown so much, I didn't even recognize you. I've watched you since you were a kid. Never thought you'd turn out this beautiful."

At that, a few other rugged men crowded around. They started talking over each other, sizing me up.

"So that's Richard's daughter. Look how soft and pretty she is."

"I remember you running around the village in split-crotch pants. And now look at you—all grown up."

"Back then, you were bare as a peach down there. You got hair yet?"

Small village folks have no filters. One of them just came right out and asked if I'd grown any pubic hair yet. Surrounded by all these men, I felt so shy it burned.

My desires were stirred even more, and I curled my toes hard without even realizing it.

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 let out a muffled moan.

"Hey! Stop that, all of you. Kendall's already panting," Steve said, pushing their hands away.

The men laughed even louder. One of them added, "A woman makes that sound when she wants it. Kendall's eighteen now—her body's definitely developed."

Hearing that, my face flushed red to the tips of my ears.

These men were all from my village. Some had even held me as a child.

I'd grown up listening to them talk about women this way. Back then, I didn't think much of it. But now that I was older, I knew exactly what it meant.

Steve leaned down and peeked under my skirt, then looked back at my face.

"She's wearing underwear. I can't see if she's grown any hair down there yet."

"Kendall, tell me—have you grown pubic hair yet? If you have, that means you're a woman now. And if you're a woman, you need a man."

How could I bring myself to talk about something like that? Face burning, I just lowered my head and stayed silent.

Seeing this, the rough men started egging him on.

"Steve, she's too shy to say it. Why don't you just pull her stockings down and take a look?"

"Right. What's the point of all these questions? Pull 'em down and let us see too."

My heart skipped a beat. We were on a bus. They weren't seriously going to pull my stockings down, were they?

But looking at their strong, solid bodies, I felt a strange thrill building inside me.

Without another word, Steve flipped my skirt up, revealing my stockings underneath.

I let out a yelp and quickly pressed my hand over the skirt.

"Don't be scared, Kendall. I've seen you running around naked as a kid. Let me check if you've grown up. A young girl like you wouldn't understand. When a woman reaches a certain age, she needs a man to nourish her."

His grip tightened as he yanked hard at my stockings.

"Steve, stop! If you keep pulling, you'll tear them," I cried out. I clamped my legs together, terrified they'd get dragged down.

But Steve's hands kept moving.

"It's not every day we run into each other on the bus. Let me have a look, and then we'll be done."

He waved to the others. "Don't just stand there. Help hold her legs down."

They came over eagerly, one on each side, and pried my thighs apart.

It was the first time so many men had spread my legs. The air felt cold down there.

The sensation was overwhelming. A wave of desire surged straight to my brain, and a fierce heat built low in my belly.

His hands kept rubbing my soft spot.

The other men behind him lost patience.

"Come on, Steve, just tear 'em."

"Her stockings are so thin. Why don't you just cut them open with a pair of scissors?"

Steve slapped his forehead, pulled a giant pair of shears from his bag, and aimed them right between my legs.

"Don't move, Kendall. Wouldn't want to cut you."

I was terrified. My legs stayed frozen stiff. One wrong move and the blades would hit flesh.

"Gently… gently," I whispered.

"Relax. My technique's perfect."

A moment later, I felt a cool draft between my thighs. The stockings had been sliced open.

Steve leaned in hard, trying to get a look.

The men crowded around like they'd discovered a new continent, shouting excitedly.

"There it is, there it is! She's got hair!"

Steve's eyes went wide with even more excitement.

"And it's wet down there. She's leaking. Looks like Kendall really does need a man."

I was dying of shame. Sure, I'd always had a strong appetite, but I'd never had so many men admiring me down there.

Especially not rough, burly men like these. They were nothing like the handsome boyfriend I had at school. He always tapped out in three minutes. Could never satisfy my growing hunger.

But these men were different. They'd spent their lives doing labor work. Every one of them was strong and solid.

Suddenly, Steve stood up, unbuckled his belt, and started unbuttoning his pants.

I nearly lost my mind. "Steve… what… what are you doing?"

He yanked his pants down to his knees and aimed something like a donkey's cock straight at me.

Whoa. So huge!

That thing could ruin me.

"Girl, you don't understand. I'm here to ease your ache. Your body's itching for something fierce, isn't it?"

He was right. The moment he said it, I felt ants crawling under my skin, burrowing deep into my bones. My blood started heating up, racing wild through my veins.

I nodded shyly. "It is a little itchy."

"See? That's what I'm talking about. You've developed. Without a man, your body aches. I'm here to help."

He lunged at me.

That thing drove straight for the hole in my stockings.

Suddenly, I felt a crushing weight pinning me down. Every part of me tensed with shame and nerves.

After all, this was my neighbor Steve. I'd have to see him again. The awkwardness would be unbearable.

I quickly blocked the opening with my hand, shaking my head and crying. "No. No, we can't."

Steve pushed against my hand, his hot shaft pressing into my palm, but unable to get through. He grew annoyed.

"Girl, why won't you listen? I'm just trying to help you."

"Leslie, Mark—pull her hands away."

At his command, two more rough men stepped up and wrenched my arms behind my back.

Now, my hands, my legs—all of me was pinned. I had no strength left to fight. I was like a slab of meat on a chopping block, ready to be carved.

Steve stuck a finger into the opening of my stockings.

"I told you, I'm helping. Tell me yourself—doesn't it itch? Doesn't it ache?"

His thick, strong finger traced up and down my slit.

In that instant, every cell in my body nearly exploded.

How… how could it itch this badly? How could I want it this much? I couldn't take it anymore.

My brow furrowed tight, and a soft moan escaped my throat.

Steve grinned. He raised his shaft and shoved it hard into my hole.