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Subway Ride

By: Almontiago



She stood before me on the subway, wearing a long, black skirt that touched her ankles with a long slit up the side with a white blouse. Ironically, she looked even better from the back side, with pleasant reddish-brown hair that ran down to her cute ass. She held onto the large pole in the center of the train, gently feeling the rocking on the tracks. She looked absolutely amazing.

Not being able to help myself any longer, I slowly came up beside her-maneuvering my way through the crowd of people. When I reached her, I slowly slide my arms around her waist until both arms were wrapped around her stomach. I felt her warm fingers move down from off of the pole and onto my bare arms.

"I was wondering what was taking you," Steph whispered.

"I got the clothes you asked for," I said, referring to the small backpack over my shoulders, my mouth dangerously close to her ear. She smiled and leaned back into me.

"Good," she whispered again. The train was crowded, and I assumed she didn't want others to hear.

I felt one of her hands slide off of my arm. I assumed she returning to her grip on the pole, but then I felt her hand slowly move to the middle of my stomach as she reached behind her. She then ventured down.

Her hand found the bulge in my slacks. I couldn't help but let out a very audible moan.

She giggled. "I see you're more than ready."

"You have no idea," I said, my hand suddenly running up her front and gripping one of her C cup breasts. I quickly found her hard nipple through her silky fabric (bra and blouse) and pushed the tip of my finger against it hard. She moaned even louder than me.

"Stop," she gasped. "Someone will notice."

I looked around, seeing people all around us. It was so crowded on the train that I doubt anyone would think we were doing anything other than innocently holding each other. Instead of removing my hand from her breast, my other hand then moved down and pressed hard into her crotch. I could feel her pussy bush even through her panties and her skirt, and when she met my fingers with a pelvic thrust and another very loud moan, I knew what we had to do.

About 30 seconds later, the train finally came to a stop. Taking her hand, I quickly led her off the train.

"Wait," she said. "This isn't where your surprise is." "Doesn't matter, I can't wait." I waited for the platform to clear before leading her towards the restrooms. "And neither can you." Reaching the swinging door labels "mens," I paused for a second to take a peak inside. Seeing that the coast was clear, I quickly yanked her in after me and led her to a stall. All were empty, but I took the handicapped one at the end for the most room. I quickly latched the door closed after her and I were safely inside.

"I don't think we should," she started, but I then placed my mouth on top of hers for the first time that night. I was rewarded with a tongue that met mine in the middle, before she sucked took my tongue completely into her mouth. I could feel her own tongue rubbing beneath mine as she sucked.

Tonguing and kissing, I felt her hands quickly toss my backpack aside. She then quickly started to untuck my shirt. I felt her hot, warm hands running up and down my bare back.

I'm not sure why, but I decided to turn her around. Gently settling her down on the toilet seat, careful that she didn't fall in, I broke our kiss.

Baffled, she gave me a quizzical look with her large green eyes.

Rather than keep her waiting, I quickly move my mouth to her neck and start to suck and kiss her perfume-tasting skin. She quickly welcomed me, placing her hands all over my neck and back as I worked, and I could feel her nails slowly raking across my shoulders.

I started with the blouse, slowly unbuttoning them as my mouth worked its way down her chest. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had worn her lacy, see-through bra with the front clasp. I quickly unhooked them and took a hard nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her warm flesh before finally sucking on it hard.

She rewarded me with a loud moan that filled the entire bathroom. She spread her legs wide, taking advantage of the long slit up the side of her skirt, and wrapper her legs around my waist. I could feel her spiked heels sliding up and down my kidneys as I worked on her tits.

I took this as an invitation to continue, so I started to work off the rest of her blouses buttons. As I reached her bellybutton, I let my tongue dip into it before I started to tongue-fuck it while my fingers slips down her legs and back up her skirt. I could my hands run over her near-black hose, then the lacy strap of her garter belt before I found her thong panties. I quickly slide the crotch to the side, away from her hot opening, then drove two fingers hard into her, knuckle deep.

She gasped hard again, and I heard her head hit the back of the wall as her ass lifted from the toilet seat. I thrust my two fingers deep inside of her, exploring her bush from the inside when I finally found that G-Spot that I knew drove her crazy. I pressed my two fingers hard on her soft, sensitive flesh, and she again arched her back, soaking my fingers with her juices. Her body shook from the orgasm. "That didn't take much," I laugh. Panting, she couldn't respond. She was completely out of breath.

Smiling, I lowered my head again and found the small little clit protruding from her hood. Taking it into my mouth, my fingers pressed hard against her G Spot yet again., this time massaging her in small circles with the tips of my fingers. I was surprised that I got another arch in her back as she suddenly moaned loudly again. Pleasantly surprised that she wasn't exhausted, I kept this up for another couple of minutes as she fiercely gripped the hand holds on each of the stall's walls.

"Oh god," she gasps. "I'm gonna cum again."

I knew what she meant by this. I quickly slide my fingers out from her and lowered my pants to my hips. I then placed the tip of my rock hard cock at her opening, before I plunged into her deep, amazed at how hot she feels around me.

Her legs quickly wrapped themselves around me again, her ankles locking in the middle of my back. With her nearly lifted off the toilet seat, I began to thrust and pump into her with all of my might. Instead of the grace and romantic rhythm that we usually have, watching her cum twice on just my fingers was more than I could handle.

Within a minute, she was screaming, her head tilted back, her beautiful eyes closed tightly shut, and her blouse and bra dangling from her shoulders like a loose robe. With that, I exploded inside of her, our juices soaking us both.

Gasping and panting, she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight, her entire body burning from the heat. We kissed passionately, our lips sucking and massaging the other.

Then I heard the men's bathroom door open. Still embraced in our kiss, we silently listened to heels click their way to the urinal, patiently waited for the trickling to stop, and finally listened as the door swung shut, the entire time locked in a silent kiss. When he was finally gone, Steph broke our kiss and whispered in our ear.

"Wait until we get to the hotel," she smiled. "This was just something to tidy you over." We took the next train and continued on our way.

Subway Ride



This story was written while chatting online with Magdalena. The conversation continued until we began to fantasize about the subway. The story line was taken exactly as it took place online, with very few changes. The online chat took about four hours to complete. I hope everyone who reads this story, enjoys it as much as we did writing it.

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She is a 26-year-old girl named Magdalena from Stockholm, Sweden. She is currently engaged. Her hair is the color of honey (every shade from nearly white to golden brown) and reaches half way down her back (it's a great source of vanity, I assure you). She has blue eyes (well, nearly gray), high cheekbones and a long neck. She is half-Finnish. She is quite tall, 1,77 meters, and more curvaceous than fashion allows, with very wide hips, a large bust and a waist that people comment on. The nicest feature of her legs is that they're very long- other than that she doesn't much care for them. 

She got on the subway at the first station. She is standing up because it is so crowded, holding one of the bars. 

Michael watched her enter the subway car. He has been waiting for someone like her all day. He had ridden this particular route four times today. I came up behind her, my cock hard, pushing against your ass. 

She began to turn her head.

"Look forward, don't turn around unless I tell you to," I order her. My hands go down to her hips, grabbing them and I begin to pull you back onto my cock. "Arch your back, push your ass into me."

I have been wondering what to do, but at this point I have no thought of obeying. Who is this nut behind me, Magdalena thought.

You feel a prick on your neck. "I have a knife at your neck. Do not cry out or try to get away."

I feel a chill gripping me, competing with the heat that had started to rise in my body. I freeze completely, wondering what would happen if the train suddenly braked.

I push harder on the knife, a small trickle of blood running down your neck. "That is just a taste of what will happen to you. Now push your ass back now," my voice demanding.

I have trouble collecting my wits enough to obey, Magdalena's body still frozen in fear.

I move the knife down between your tits, your stomach and down your abdomen until I reach your pussy. I begin to push the knife into your pussy. "Are you going to obey now, or should I cut your pussy," the knife pushing in you.

I obey instantly and push my hips carefully backwards.

"That's a good slut. Now rub your ass against my cock," my knife begins to circle around your pussy.

Trembling, I move my hips, rubbing my ass against the hardness, wishing the knife wasn't there.

"Reach back and grab my cock with your hand." The knife moves up, resting under your big tits.

I reach back, hoping no one will see what I'm doing, until I find the hard cock under the fabric. It seems very large, and I have difficulties breathing.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass. Have you ever had a cock in your asshole before, slut?"

I shake my head violently, forgetting not to draw attention to myself. He mustn't!

"I guess we will have to find something to stuff into your mouth. When I stick my cock into your asshole, you are going to start screaming."

I can't stop shaking my head, I can't let this happen. First chance I get, I must try to stop this.

My knife moves back down to your pussy, pushing in. "Ask me to fuck your asshole," I order you.

I just give a whining noise, then remembering what I have to do, I whisper "Fuck me."

"Ask me to fuck your asshole, slut."

"Fuck my asshole." Tears are beginning to come down my face. I feel entirely helpless.

"Ask me to fuck your asshole hard," my voice demanding.

"Fuck my asshole hard," your voice trembling.

The knife pushes harder against your cunt. "Louder."

Very softly, but a nuance louder, I repeat "Fuck my asshole hard".

"Say please."

I swallow. But what can I do? "Please."

"I think I can do that since you want me to." I reach into my pocket and pull out a pair of handcuffs. I hand them to you. "Put them on and run them over the bar on the top."

"But- someone will see!"

"It's dark, do it."

I submit, putting the cuffs on my wrists. They look so fragile within the circles of shiny metal.

I pull them tighter. The cuffs making a clicking noise as they tighten. There is a man a short distance away, watching us. I make sure they are tight on her wrists.

I notice someone watching us, and try to mouth "Help!" to him.

The knife moves into your cunt. "Be good, slut," I order.

I avert my eyes quickly, looking at the floor.

My hands move up, in front of your body and I grab your tits in my large hands.

I can't help moaning softly at the pain inflicted by the brutality of those big, strong hands.

"Your tits are built for abuse. They are so easy to grab." My fingers search out your nipples through your blouse and bra.

"Oh God, that hurts..."

"Keep rubbing your ass against my cock, cunt."

I hurry to obey this time.

"Do you like that, cunt. Your tits feel good." I find a nipple, two fingers grasping it. It must be big as I enclose it.

The shame at that comment engulfs me, and I can't help wondering what that spectator is thinking of the situation.

He is watching us, your tits being mauled by my hands, your ass pushing back against me. He must think you are a real slut, trying to fuck me in the subway. I find both of your nipples and begin to pinch them. "Stay quiet, slut."

I suddenly become aware that my emotional turmoil not only consists of fear, and my eyes widen with shock as I feel the burning heat between my legs. Is it possible I could get turned on by this? Only one thing is certain, I wish I had never got on this subway.

"You are mine." My hands move to the front of your blouse, slowly opening the buttons, all the way down to the bottom, I pull it from your skirt, and push it aside. The stranger is still watching, your bra now exposed, your big tits pushing out the top.

As I see him looking at me, I feel a shot of electricity through my cunt. He's enjoying this.

My hands reach up to your bra. Circling your tits again. I grasp them hard. "Tell me how much you like me playing with your tits."

Through a daze, I say "I love it when you play with my tits". My eyes don't stray from that stranger.

"Tell me to pinch your nipples hard. Say it loud so he can hear it.'

The thought of disobeying is now far from my mind. I say, "Please, will you pinch my nipples, please."

"Louder. Tell me hard."

Loud and clear, well enough for him to hear, "Pinch my nipples hard."

The subway pulls into a station. The rest of the passengers get off except the stranger. Another one gets on, standing close to the other stranger.

I breathe fast and anxiously, afraid of what will happen now.

My fingers search out your nipples. They are hard and erect. "You like this don't you cunt."

I shake my head vigorously.

The other stranger is talking to the new one. They are pointing at you. I push the knife against your pussy hard. "Keep rubbing against my cock. Is you pussy wet?"

Oh god, oh god, what have I got myself into... "yes, my pussy is very wet."

They watch as you fuck back against my cock. They must think you are a real slut

The fear and the heat between my legs make me want to cry.

I pull the knife up against your bra, the sharp blade slicing through your bra. I slit the straps and grab hold of it as it falls. Your naked tits fall from the bra.

Another shock of electricity runs through me as I see those two men looking intently at me. They would never help me now, I know that now.

"Open your mouth wide."

I obey, not knowing what's going to happen, but feeling hopeless. Whatever is going to happen, I brought it upon myself, and I can't alter it.

I take the bra and begin to stuff it into your mouth pushing it in, forcing it to the back of your throat. The strangers watch as your cheeks begin to bulge.

Now my tears are falling down my cheeks. I feel so humiliated.

"Mumble in your gag if you want me to squeeze your nipples.'

I mumble to squeeze my nipples. There's nothing else to do.

My fingers return to your nipples. They are big and hard. I grasp them with my fingers, twisting and pulling them from your chest. I love large nipples. They are so easy to abuse. The strangers watch as I pull on your nipples, pulling them out.

I can't watch them anymore, so let my chin drop.

I reach under your chin. "Stare at them. I want them to see your humiliation," my fingers searching out your nipples again, tearing at them.

I begin to sob with the pain and humiliation. 

The subway pulls into the station again. A woman gets on. She sees you, hanging, handcuffed to the pole, your tits naked, my hands abusing them.

She quickly withdraws out onto the platform again, but not before I see the shocked and disgusted look in her eyes. I let out another sob as the two men grin to each other.

"They are enjoying you, aren't they. They see you as the slut you are." The knife moves up to your tits, the blade pushed against your nipple. 

As the train rolls out from the station, I can see the two men starting to touch themselves outside their clothing. My situation is becoming increasingly hopeless.

I push the tip of the knife into your nipple, circling it, making tiny scratches in them.

I breathe hard now. Fear tears into my body.

I press the tip into your nipple, slowly entering it, blood beginning to run from it. I move to the other, the knife again making tiny slits, moving to the nipple again, pushing hard into it.

Oh God, I know I deserve this. I had it coming.

"When I fuck you, I am going to grab your nipples hard. The cuts will make it really hurt. I want you to feel the pain as I ass fuck you." I cut the remaining part of your blouse off, you are now naked from the waist up.

The strangers watch, one of them has taken his cock out and is stroking it. 

When you told me about fucking my ass, you said it loud enough for them to hear, and now I'm wondering whether they will participate. I am also wondering at why I'm still hot between my legs, and ashamed to be such a whore.

y hands moved down to your skirt, the knife making short work of cutting if off, it falling to the floor. You now only have your panties covering your near naked body.

My eyes wildly scan the length of the train cart, but we seem to be alone- the four of us. No one to sound the alarm, no one who would help me.

"Spread your legs further."

I obey quickly now, wanting to make the degrading experience to be over as soon as possible.

My foot pushes between your legs, pushing out on the inside of your leg. "I said wider!!!!"

I spread my legs very wide, hoping that will be enough.

My hand slaps you ass hard, the loud slap ringing out in the subway car, even jolting the strangers. "MORE, WIDER."

Sobbing, I spread my legs even wider.

You are now spread wide, your panties pulled tightly over your ass. 'That's the way I like my cunts. Spread wide for a good ass fucking." The strangers stopped stroking their cocks when I slapped your ass.

I have only dimly registered.

I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It is over ten inches long. I push it against your panty-covered asshole.

I'm sobbing hard now, wanting it to happen, if only to get it over with. 

"Nod your head and groan if you want me to fuck your asshole," I command you, loud enough for the strangers to hear.

I nod my head quickly and groan, seeing the grin on the strange men's faces.

Their hands return to their cocks, the second stranger now pulling out his cock, stroking it, watching your face as you ask to be ass-fucked.

I slap you ass hard again, this time the strangers stroking their cocks harder. My knife moves behind you and it makes short work of your panties. I pull them from your body, the front of them soaked in your pussy juice.

I can't believe I'm standing naked in a subway train, being fucked... and experiencing the shame of being caught with a wet cunt. I'm such a whore.

My hands move to your wet pussy. I grab it with my big hand, slippery from your juices. 'You are such a slut. Ready to be ass fucked and hot and wet."

I hang my head as one of the men laughs. "The bitch is really hot for it, huh?"

I reach into my pocket, retrieving some of the toys I brought with me. I have been looking for a slut to ass fuck for a couple of days. I always took this subway route because it had only a few stops once it got going and it lasted over an hour.

I pulled out another cuff, almost like the handcuffs, but this one was bigger, built to circle an ankle. It had another cuff attached to it so it could be secured to another object. "Do you know what I am going to do with this slut?"

I make no sound, feeling so hopeless.

I take the soaked panties and begin to stuff them in your mouth. Your cheeks begin to bulge out, your mouth now full with your bra and now your panties. I push back, forcing them to the back of your throat, making you gag. "Nod, if you are comfortable slut."

Again, I nod vigorously, wanting to get the thing over with.

I kneel down behind you, my hot breath on your spread asshole. I grab one of your ankles, and snap the cuff on it, the loud noise ringing in the subway car. I could hear one of them say " What is he doing?"

I grab the cuff attached to your ankle, and pull your leg up by the cuff, pulling it up toward the top of the poll where your hands are attached. 

I turn my head, not understanding what I'm expected to do.

I pull your leg higher, it is pulled straight up, you are now standing on only one leg, the other running up, parallel to your body. I attach the other end of the cuff to the top of the poll. Your asshole and pussy is now spread wide for my abuse. The strangers stroke their cocks harder, your pussy new spread open for them.

"How does that feel, slut. Groan for me."

I groan, feeling the wetness of my cunt increasing as I'm displayed for the pleasure of three strange men.

My hand reaches between your legs, pushing your pussy juice around your pussy. I draw my hand back and slap your spread pussy hard. "SLLLAPPP."

I yelp from the pain. This obviously pleases one of the men, the one who made a comment earlier.

I see the stranger is pleased. "Ever had your pussy spanked before, cunt? My hand pulled back again, this time hitting your spread pussy harder, your pussy juice spraying on the floor, my fingers striking your exposed clit.

The pain and pleasure is driving me crazy, I want nothing more than to make it stop, and I try to say so.

I see you nodding your head, "so you want more." I swing my hand back again, this time the flat of my hand smashing into your spread pussy.

I scream into the gag, trying to plead.

I grab your pussy lips, pulling them out, stretching them. My fingers scratch into your delicate pussy. I grab your clit, pinching it hard. My hand slaps again hard. "You are getting too much pleasure from this cunt. This is rape, not a fuck."

scream and I scream with the pain, begging through the gag.

I like the way you dance. My hands return to your cunt again. Grabbing your pussy lips, pulling them as far as I can, pulling you open. I flick my finger of your pea like clit, striking it hard hoping to elicit a muffled scream in your gag.

"Oh, please, please don't, please..." I scream into my gag, only producing groans.

"That's what I like to see, tears in your eyes." My hand slaps your pussy hard again, your ass pushing out against me trying to escape.

My hands reach into my pocket again. Out come two, two-inch metal clamps, the type with the screws to tighten. They are heavy. I rub them over your hard, erect nipples. "Do you want to feel these on your nipples, cunt?"

I yell "NO! NOOO! into my gag, trying to break the cuffs and get away somehow. 

"You don't have to beg, I will put them on if you want." I take one clamp, circle your hard nipple with the clamp. My fingers slowly begin to tighten the clamp, the two metal circles, moving in on your nipples, slowly closing in on it, trapping it.

"Harder?"

I thrash around, trying to escape the inevitable.

"Yes, it can do it tighter," my fingers tightening the clamp, your nipples pushed tightly between the brutal metal. I turn the handle more, your trapped nipple pushing out the sides of the clamp, crushed by the un-yeilding metal. "Do you want me to tighten it one more time?" The strangers stroking their cocks, they had never seen a slut with her nipples crushed.

I keep still, trying to plead with you not to hurt me.

I feel your body relax. I tighten the clamp one half turn more, your nipple almost flattened in the cruel clamp. I let the clamp go, it quickly falling toward the floor, pulling your crushed nipple down, pulling your tit down. 

I scream into the gag, tears running down my face.

"Are you still having fun?" My hand returns to your other nipple, the other clamp ready to pinch your delicate nipple. I tighten it quickly, crushing it and release it to the floor. Your beautiful breasts are now stretched, hanging down towards the floor, the clamps biting deeply into your nipples. 

I sob violently with the pain, oblivious to anything else.

My hand reaches into my pocket again. Out comes two four-inch clamps. "This is for your pussy," I say. I grab your pussy lips and begin to tighten the clamp to it, tightening until the skin is pressed tightly in it. I let the clamp fall to the floor, the almost 1/2 pound clamp pulling your pussy lips towards the floor. I do the same with the other, the two clamps now hanging down between your legs, pulling your cunt to the floor. "Still one more clamp for your clit."

I register the fresh pain with new sobs, but nothing more. I have ceased to care.

I pull the last clamp out, pinch your clit with my finger to get it hard and grab it with the clamp. I tighten it, feeling your body shudder, releasing it to the floor. "Now you are ready to ass fuck, bitch."

I barely register the words, my own sobs filling my ears.

"Hey you guys, you want to hear this bitch scream as I ass fuck her." They both nod their heads, their hands stroking their cocks. I move my fingers to your mouth, removing first the soaked panty, than the bra from your mouth.

"No please don't, please, please..." I start to mumble, awakening to reality now that the gag is lost.

"Ask me to ass fuck you. Loud enough for them to hear."

I raise my voice, continuing "No, please don't!!"

I move my hands to the front and begin to pull on the clamps attached to your tits and pussy. "Ask me nicely to ass fuck you."

I scream out loud with the pain, then cry out "Please ass fuck me!"

I place my cock on your tiny asshole. I begin to push, forcing it to open. My hands reach for the clit clamp and make it sway. "Say please ass fuck me hard."

"Please, please ass fuck me hard."

Push out on your asshole, so I can get my cock in. You're dry, but I want it to hurt. My hands moved to your nipples, pulling them by the clamps from your body. They want to hear you tell them how it feels. 

cock begins to push into your defenseless asshole, the head stretching you wide to accept it. 

"Oh god, no! No! You're hurting me! Aah!"

I push harder, the head now tightly in your asshole, entering your rectum. "Tell me what I am doing to you, bitch."

"Oh, god, you're... you're fucking my asshole, and it hurts so much..."

My cock pushed in further, opening you up, pushing deep inside of you. "Tell the others how my cock feels."

I see them jerking themselves off as I scream from the pain.

My cock pushes in deep into your colon, I can feel your body shudder from the cramps as my cock pulsates inside you. "How does it feel, bitch, to have a cock up your asshole."




Subway Ride



Oh god, it hurts so much..." it's so huge."

"I want you to squeeze my cock with your asshole when I pull out."

I obey.

I begin to pull my cock from your asshole.

I squeeze as hard as I can, willing you to cum as soon as possible.

I begin to pull on the clamps, especially the clit clamp. 'I am going to fuck you until you cum so you better soon or I will tear up your asshole.' I pushed my cock into your asshole hard, bottoming in your colon, your anus tearing from my painful fuck. 'Tell them you like it cunt.'

Impossibly, my cunt is getting wet again with the abuse. You are fucking me so hard, the friction making me so hot while you are telling me what a fucking whore I am, because only whores take it up the ass. "I love your cock up my ass." The words are out before I'm aware I've thought them.

"Hey you guys, come over here. Stick the hard cocks in the bitch's mouth. She can take both of you in there. It will be a little tight, but you can fill the sluts mouth with your cum."

I gratefully receive the erect cocks, turning from one to the other while the cock in my ass is hurting me unbearably, deliciously.

"Put them in deep, choke the fucker with them." My cock beginning to fuck your asshole faster and faster, burning up your anal tract. "You ready to cum slut," my fingers pulling on the clit clamp. "Cum for me cunt."

"Put both of your cocks into her mouth at once let her feel what it feels like to be truly stuffed."

Oh god. Oh god. I feel the utter humiliation as I am used by the three of you. I'm feeling my excitement mount.

My fingers pull and push on your clit, the cocks in your mouth going to the back, into your throat, making your gag as they both try to enter your throat at the same time. My cock is enjoying your asshole, your ass clamping down on my cock, ready to cum.

I am finally being used like the slut that I am. I can't believe I ever thought I was better than this. 

I am ready to cum, the cum beginning to shoot up from my heavy balls. I push my cock deep into your colon, further than it ever was. I hear the others beginning to cum in your mouth, the sounds of your mouth being filled with hot cum.

"Cum now bitch, or I will beat your senseless."

"I'm cumming for you!"

I shoot your body full of cum, deep into you. I see cum shooting out the sides of your mouth and your nose as you cannot hold all of the cum shooting down your throat. 

I feel your asshole trapping my cock, your pussy pulsating as you cum.

I scream and scream, louder than I did with the pain.

My cock empties its cum deep into you. It begins to shrink, still held tightly by your asshole. Your mouth is still filled with the two stranger's cocks.

"Don't take your cocks out of her mouth yet," I tell the strangers.

I'm still shaking with the orgasm, wondering what's to come.

"Piss in her mouth, show her what a piss slut is." My cock begins to give you your first piss enema, filling your colon with my hot piss, mixing with my cum. Their cocks began to fill your mouth with their hot piss.

"Swallow their piss, cunt."

I swallow, feeling I'm being treated the way I'm supposed to.

All of the cocks pull from your body, just as the subway enters the last station. All three of us hurriedly dress and rush out the station. "Take a taxi next time, cunt," we yell, leaving you hanging, naked, cum and piss running off your body.



Subway Ride



My name is Kacey. It all started on the trip to Washington D.C. in my senior year of high school. I was going to a private catholic school of all girls at the time. I did like that school, it was rather refreshing not having to worry about boy drama all the time and if I got up late I could go to school without makeup and not be a laughing stock.

I didn't need too much makeup, my face was clear and smooth and my skin was olive naturally. I got that from my pure Italian father. He was the stereotypical Italian right down to the natural need to love anyone in his path. He did it one too many times and my Mom caught him red-handed. Well, he had his hand down the pants of a redhead in a bathroom at church. Yep, literally red-handed.

That was the end of his living with us. He moved out, well, he gathered his stuff off the front lawn that afternoon. My mom had a little meltdown and my brother and I just cowered in our rooms. It was weird. So that was how I came to have no male role model in my life after 4th grade. My brother is one year older than me and he has been my protector ever since. Now that was about 12 years ago, my brother is in college and I am 18 and on my own in a sense.

Sorry, back to my story. My senior year we decided to go to Washington D.C. for our trip. We were all very excited and I could not wait. My girlfriends and I were stoked. I roomed with three other girls, we were all athletes and all pretty. I played soccer so I was in really good shape. My legs were strong and firm and my tummy was really flat. My mom was very jealous. However, in the last year I had started to really blossom so my curves were starting to become obvious on my relatively small frame. 

I was 5'4" tall and about 110 pounds soaking wet. I had always been small and that wasn't changing even though my body was changing a little. My hips were now full and filled out jeans very nicely. My boobs had grown a couple of sizes and now I filled out the white shirt of our uniform pretty well. I normally opened only one button but now the second and third ones were a little stretched. I probably needed a bigger shirt, but it was my senior year and I figured I could make it a couple of more months. Speaking of our uniforms the plaid gray pleated skirt was really the thing that made me a little famous. My legs looked awesome coming out of the bottom of that skirt and with the socks and sneakers I have to admit I looked nice.

Trips to the mall were very exciting and my friends and I would get a kick out of all the men staring at us. We didn't do anything on purpose but were never at a loss of male admirers as we strolled through the mall. Some of them were a little obvious and that was a little creepy but still sort of exciting.

Ok, back to the story. We took a bus to D.C. That sucked, it was 10 hours straight and we were about ready to kill each other when we got there. It may sound exciting to think about 40 catholic high school girls on a bus but it was not, believe me. Sorry to pop the fantasy of scantily-clad young girls giggling and dancing but this was lots of hoodies, sweatpants, pillows, blankets, and a lot of bitching about pretty much everything. We got there at 11:00 at night and I just crawled into bed with my sweatpants and t-shirt. I think I fell asleep within seconds.

My alarm went off at 6:30 and that was lovely. I stumbled out of bed and crept slowly into the bathroom. I wanted to be first because my friends took forever. I made it a point not to look in the mirror, showered and put on a little makeup. I brushed my long hair and put it in a ponytail. I inherited my dark flowing hair from my father. I know everyone loves blondes but I will tell you I still got a lot of attention. I had on my normal school uniform with white lace bra and panties underneath. We had to wear our uniforms every day while we were there. That kinda sucked but probably was best, some of my friends would get a little carried away if they didn't have that rule. That part would fit into the stereotypical fantasy. I walked out of the bathroom and woke up one of my friends. I made sure she was in the shower before I went downstairs to breakfast.

I was one of the first in the breakfast area and that was nice. The peace and quiet was a treat after that bus ride from hell. All of the teachers were gathered around a table and I walked up to say hello. I liked my teachers, especially the ones that came on this trip. They told me we would be going to the Smithsonian and we were going to ride the subway to get there. I had never ridden a subway. Our town was too small for that. We only had one bus. I was a little excited to try something new. We were leaving at 8:00 so I settled in and ate breakfast.

We left the hotel and walked a block to the subway. We must have made quite a sight, 40 girls in uniforms walking down the street. We got lots of honks from passing cars. We went into the subway, they called it a Metro. It was very clean and nice. I was surprised. The teachers bought cards for all of us and ushered us through the turnstiles. We waited on the platform for the train. It was actually above ground. That was surprising too. The train came and we all crammed in. I got a seat towards the back of the car in a double bench facing the middle of the car. One of my friends sat next to me. There were not many people on yet. My teachers told us we had about an hour ride to get downtown. That seemed weird but I pulled out my cell phone and I figured I could burn that time up easily.

The next stop we pulled into had a lot of people waiting. They poured into the car and all the seats were taken. They started standing in the middle of the car. I looked up to see an old black man shuffling towards the back of my car. I jumped up and offered him my seat. He smiled and sat down and thanked me. My friend did the same and now the bench was filled with older people. I was standing in front of the man I gave my seat to and holding onto one of the hanging straps to balance. When I looked up I noticed my friends were now all closer to the middle of the car with a lot of people between us. I looked back down at my cell phone.

Our next stop is when it got a little silly. More people crowded on and it got really cramped. I was actually standing next to the bench I had been sitting on and my left leg was touching the bench. I looked down and saw my leg was between the legs of the old black man. He smiled at me and shrugged, I smiled back. There were people behind me and in front. It was so crowded that anytime the train moved I would feel their bodies touch me as they moved with the train. It was a little weird but I blew it off, everyone seemed to not think anything about it as I looked around. My friends were way up now and I could barely see them.

The train went underground so it got darker but I could still see my phone screen. However, now I couldn't see anything out the windows so I was a little blind. The train shifted a little and I lost my balance a little. I held onto the strap above me with my left hand but I fell a little towards the side of the car. I felt a hand on my leg and saw the old black man had caught me before I fell in his lap. He smiled as I regained my balance. His hand was on the front of my thigh, a little over my knee and his fingers were so long they wrapped halfway around my leg. It felt a little strange to have a man's hand on my thigh but he slid his hand down my leg and off as I stood back up.

I looked straight ahead. I was afraid to look at him. I was a little embarrassed as I had little experience with men touching me, especially older men. I had a couple of boyfriends before but they didn't last long with my soccer schedule and my Mom's over-protectiveness. Suffice it to say no boy had ever touched me anyplace really important and really nowhere else very often. I did not want to blush so I stared straight ahead and convinced myself it was accidental and he had actually helped me.

The train made another turn and it got even darker and I fell again. I swear it was not on purpose but he caught me again with his hand in the same place. I straightened up again but he didn't move his hand. He was holding my thigh and moving his fingers slowly across my smooth skin. I shivered and kept staring at my phone. 

My mind was turning flips. I didn't know what to do, it felt a little wrong but I didn't want to make a scene. I convinced myself it was innocent and he was just keeping me from falling. I kept looking at my cell phone and then I felt his hand move up a little. I froze and bit my lip. He was now touching my upper thigh and I was very sensitive there. The train shifted and I fell towards him again. He squeezed my leg and I felt his other hand grab the back of my leg. I looked at him. He smiled at me and asked if I was ok. I nodded and he smiled again.

I stood up and now I had two hands rubbing my leg. Had I given him permission with my nod? I was confused now. I looked up and I could not see any of my friends or teachers. I looked behind me and there were about three deep in people to the back of the car. I noticed most of the people behind me were young black men. They all seemed nice and a few of them smiled at me. When did that happen? I turned back and gasped as I felt a hand slide up the back of my thigh, under my skirt, and touch me right under the edge of my panties. I felt a shiver run through me.

I should have moved right then. I should have pushed his hands off of me. I should have said something. I did none of those things and he took that as a license to go farther. I felt his fingers slide over my panties and squeeze my firm butt. I tried to stay still but the train was moving right and left so I was shifting slightly as he rubbed across my ass. I bit my lip again to not make a noise and then I felt his other hand slide up the front of my leg. I took a deep breath and he rubbed a long finger along the front edge of my panties as they clung to my thigh. 

I panicked a little and looked back at my phone. We had about 40 minutes left. What was going to happen to me? I had to stop this. What could I do? Why couldn't I just scream and push him away? Did I want him to keep going? What was wrong with me? My mind was a mess and I felt my panties being pulled. He slid a finger in the back and front and pulled them slowly. My white lace panties slid off my butt and gathered on my strong thighs. His hand was now rubbing the bare skin of my firm butt. I heard a soft moan and realized it was me. I bit my lip again.

His fingers felt like they were on fire as they moved over my skin. He slid one gently between my ass cheeks and then slowly down. I shivered and felt myself pushing back slightly. I glanced at him and he was staring at me. This was my chance. I opened my mouth to say something when I felt a finger touch me in the front, just above my pussy. I gasped and he smiled. The finger moved through the soft hair and rubbed my soft sensitive skin beneath. My panties were now hugging my thighs and I wanted that finger to go lower. No man had ever touched me where he was touching me and it felt amazing. I could feel my breathing getting faster and my face getting flushed. I tried to stay calm and breathe deeper and slower.

I turned away from him and slid my phone into my front shirt pocket and I noticed my nipples were rock hard. They were showing a little, even thru my bra. I moved my right arm over them to protect from more embarrassment. I sensed some movement and looked up to see a young black man staring right at me. He was holding a strap with his right hand but he had turned and was now face to face and really close to me. He looked down and then back up at me. He had a little smirk on his face and he touched my arm softly and pushed it down. I felt frozen and just stared into his deep brown eyes. He was kinda cute in a rough sort of way and his smile was actually pretty. 

He kept staring at me as he moved his left hand over my right breast. I gasped and bit my lip again. He squeezed it gently and I felt my nipple harden a little more under his palm. I was breathing fast and I tried to slow it down. I looked down and saw black fingers move across my white shirt. He slid a finger up over my shirt and touched my bare upper chest. It was electric. I tried to stay calm but this was becoming too unreal. I looked around and there really wasn't anyone looking directly at me. The train was really crowded and it was still pretty dark so everyone was just looking straight ahead or had their eyes closed. I felt the finger slide down my chest and under my shirt. He touched the top of my right breast and then slid across slowly to my left. My nipples were about ready to pop through my shirt.

I was so focused on the soft touching of my breasts that I did not notice that my panties were now sliding down my legs. I felt them slide off my thighs and then flutter down around my ankles. I felt a hand slide down my left leg and then lift it slightly. He put my leg down and then lifted my right. I looked over and the old man sat back up and was now sniffing my white lace panties. He looked at me and smiled wide. 

He stuffed them in his front pocket and then I felt the familiar hands on my left leg again. I felt the hands slide up under my skirt and then my focus was shifted again. My shirt felt looser and I saw that the boy in front of me had popped open the second button of my shirt. Now my cleavage was completely visible but my bra was still hidden. It probably looked fine for a grown woman but not so much for a young girl in high school. His fingers were now sliding across my cleavage and touching the top of my bra. He slid down to the front of my shirt and popped the third button. Now, my bra was halfway visible and I looked around again.

Still no one was looking. It was still dark and it was very crowded but it seemed strange that no one would notice now that my shirt was pretty much wide open. I felt something and then I felt my bra pop open. I gasped and looked back at him. He was looking at me and he was not smiling. I got worried and just stared at him. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Nice tits, cunt."

I was a little shocked. I had never heard that kind of language before and surely not directed towards me. He kissed the side of my neck as he slipped his hand inside my shirt and grabbed my right breast. He squeezed it hard and I moaned a little. It hurt a little bit but it felt like an electric current had run through my body. He pinched my nipple and I whimpered softly. My brain went numb as I felt my nipple pinched and then a finger slid up my left leg and touched my pussy. I closed my eyes and wished for this to stop or did I wish for it not to stop?

The finger touched my pussy and then I felt the hand behind me slide between my legs and put pressure on the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs in response and shifted myself to let my old lover have full access to my young pussy. He took advantage and slid a long finger slowly up the outside of my tender pussy. I felt him slide inside my lips and then move up in my wetness. 

My body was on fire now and I lost all sense of time and place. I did not care where I was, I just wanted the fingers to keep touching me. I was breathing deep and a little fast. I tried to bite my lip to keep from making any noise.

The finger touched my clit and my legs got rubbery. I almost fell but the hand on the back of my leg kept me upright. The finger rubbed my clit and then the hand on my breast pinched my nipple again and pulled it gently. I felt a shiver run through me and I felt myself push into the fingers. I felt like I was so close to something but I did not know what. The pleasure was rocketing through my body and I felt something in my toes. It was like a wave of some sort and it slowly worked its way up my legs. It was flowing slowly through my firm thighs and then the finger pinched my clit. The pleasure wave raced into my crotch and exploded. I groaned loud and the boy in front of me hugged me immediately. I buried my head into his chest and he held me as I shook violently. The finger was rubbing my clit and I was in heaven. My little body shook and shook as more pleasure then I had ever felt ripped through me. My lower body felt like it was burning but if felt so good.

I was still shaking a little when I felt my right leg being lifted. I opened my eyes and the boy was still in front of me but he had moved back a little. He was now holding my right leg up next to his hip and he grabbed my right hand. He pulled it to his pants and I felt a large bump. He smiled at me and then put my fingers on his zipper. He pulled with his fingers over mine and then let go. My fingers stayed on the zipper and pulled it down completely. He grabbed my hand and pushed it into the opening. I felt the large lump and my fingers wrapped around it. I pulled softly and it popped out through the hole. I held it without looking down. 

I had never even seen a cock much less held one. I was afraid to look but it felt huge in my small hand. It was very warm and seemed to be throbbing. I rubbed it slowly and he smiled at me. He looked happy and I felt a strange surge of pride that I could make this stranger happy. He moved closer to me and then I felt my skirt being lifted and the head of his cock touched my inner thigh. I should have stopped it but I just closed my eyes and just let it happen. I was past the point of no return. I just hoped he wouldn't hurt me. My Mom would be really mad if I ended up dead in a ditch. I tried to get that image out of my head and then I felt something hard and hot rub across my pussy. My eyes popped open.

He pulled my right leg higher and then I felt the tip slide into my wet pussy. He held it there and then I felt him put his hand on my left hip. He pulled me closer to him and his cock slid into me. It went in rather easily and I was kinda surprised. I was a virgin and this cock was huge. My surprise ended when I felt him hit a wall. He had gone as far as he could, I was completely full. I moved my hand back onto his cock so I could tell that he was not all the way in and I felt a little disappointed that I could not take all of him inside. I guess I was not built for that. I wondered how I would make sure my husband was not too big for me. Husband? That made me think of my honeymoon and the fact that this young black stranger had taken something that was supposed to be for my husband. That was how it was supposed to work right? The virgin bride giving her most precious gift to her man on their wedding night? Well, my story was going to be a little different now. This young boy who I had never seen before in my life was taking that gift on a subway with an old man sitting next to me with my panties in his pocket.

My left leg was being lifted now. I looked down and the boy still had his hand on my hip. I looked to my left and the old man was placing my leg across his lap. It was like I was kneeling on him. This caused my legs to open wider. As I was looking I noticed the man sitting next to my old man was now looking at me. He was quite a bit younger than my old man but still way older than me. He was in a nice suit and tie. He looked at my leg as the old man slid his left hand on my thigh and his right onto my butt. The old man looked at him and nodded. The other man reached out and touched my soft leg. I saw him close his eyes as he rubbed my thigh.

The old man then reached into his pocket and pulled out my panties. I noticed the young boy was holding out his right hand and the old man placed them in his hand. The boy looked at me and then whispered "open" as he held my panties in front of my face. I opened my mouth and he stuffed my panties inside. My eyes were wide open and he smiled. He put his hand back on my hip and then leaned closer. He put his mouth next to my ear and whispered "hold on". I wondered what he could be talking about. I had never let go of the strap and my right hand was now on his hip, trying to balance myself. What could I be holding onto?




Subway Ride



I felt him move slightly away from me and his cock slid out a little. Then I felt him pull my right leg tight to his side and squeeze my left hip. His body slammed against me and his cock shot into my stomach. I screamed louder than I ever had as the pain ripped through my body. I felt like a hole had been torn in me. The boy moved into me and pulled my head into his chest. My tears were running out of my eyes and I was sobbing. The pain was immense and now he was moving in and out of me. It felt like a telephone pole was going in and out of my body. He was touching me in places I never thought would be touched. His pace picked up and he was now really fucking me. I was getting fucked! That somehow seemed to be the only word to describe this.

He pushed deep inside me and then hugged me. He put his right arm around me and hugged me tight. I felt his cock pulsing deep inside me and then I felt him lurch. He shook and groaned into my shoulder. I felt a warmth inside me and then I felt wetter. He held me for a minute and then pulled away. I felt him slide out of me and I felt empty. He pulled my panties out of my mouth and dropped on the old man's lap. My mouth was dry and it felt so strange. He lowered my right leg and my foot hit the floor. He pulled my left leg off the old man's lap and I was standing on my feet. My legs were shaky and a deep ache radiated through my lower body.

I was a little stunned. I had just been fucked on a subway by a stranger. I could feel his seed seeping slowly out of me. Shit! I could get pregnant! This was a hell of a time to think of that. I felt a wave of sadness and despair run through me as the young boy in front of me zipped up his pants and smiled at me. I was breathing hard and my boobs were almost out in the open. They were still contained by my shirt barely but my bra was not helping at all as it was basically under my arms. My nipples were still hard and I felt them rub against the material of my shirt. I looked around and there was still no one looking at me. How could that be? Did this kind of thing happen every day? 

The train was slowing down and then it stopped. It was still dark and we were underground. I looked at my phone and saw there was still 20 minutes left in our ride. A voice echoed through the train telling us there was a slight delay ahead of us. I heard one of my teachers and looked to see her talking to me. She told me across about 6 people that we had two more stops before we would be getting off. I nodded and tried to smile at her. I hoped she didn't notice anything. I was still not sure what had happened. Well, I know what happened, duh, but how was I going to explain this to anyone? Well, you see there was this old man......

I felt hands on my legs again. I looked down and the old man was pulling my legs toward him. I looked in his lap and his cock was out of his pants. It was really dark and pretty big. It was not completely hard but just laid across his lap. He turned me and then pulled me onto his lap. I felt his soft cock touch my butt as I sat down. His hands were now on the front of my thighs as I sat there. He was rubbing me gently. His right hand moved up slowly and then touched my shirt. His hand slid inside and then he wrapped his long fingers around my left breast. I gasped and then he pulled me back into him. His left hand slid up my leg and touched my clit again. I bit my lip again, leaned back against him and closed my eyes.

I felt something strange and I opened my eyes. The old man was moaning and rubbing my breast and I felt his cock growing beneath me. It was throbbing beneath my legs and it felt weird. He slid his left hand under me and lifted me slightly. I felt him move his cock and then I felt it touch me. He whispered in my ear "sit down". I sat and then felt his huge cock slide up into my young body. I groaned as my skin touched his pants. He was buried completely inside me. That cock I saw laying across his lap was now in my pussy. I was frozen.

The train started moving again. The vibrations and movement of the train was now flowing through his cock into me. I was even bouncing slightly as we picked up speed. I reached down and straightened my skirt. Ever the lady, black cock buried in her but her skirt must be straight. 

The old man had moved his hand out of my shirt now and I felt him holding the top of my thighs under my skirt. My boobs were bouncing a little behind my shirt as the train vibrated. I felt a touch and then the man next to me slid his hand into my shirt and grabbed my right boob. I looked at him and he smiled at me. He looked a little scary but I did nothing again. He rubbed my boob and pinched my nipple.

I heard a shuffling noise and then I saw another young black boy standing in front of me. He grabbed the man's hand and pulled it out of my shirt. He squeezed it and the man groaned in pain. He got the message and pulled his hand away. I looked up to thank him and saw a little sneer on his face. He looked a little older than my other young boy. He held out his hand and I put mine into his. My small white hand looked strange in his large black one. He pulled my hand to his pants and then his zipper. I looked up at him and his expression told me I should do what he wants. That ditch crossed my mind again.

I slowly pulled his zipper down and then reached into the dark opening. I felt his hardness and pulled it out. It was sticking straight at me. The head looked swollen and throbbing. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it. It was very hard and I felt the veins under my fingers. It was almost like I could feel the blood flowing through it. He touched my other hand and I wrapped that one around his cock too. I was holding what felt like a pole. I felt his hand touch my head and pull me forward. The cock was moving towards me and touched my lips. I looked up at him and he nodded. I wasn't sure what to do but I figured opening my mouth was a start.

The cock touched my tongue and it was hot. It slid in slowly and my lips stretched. I felt it touch the back of my throat and I almost gagged. He stopped and then pulled back a little. I was still holding him and he slid back inside. I was trying real hard not to gag. I knew he would be angry and I figured that was not a good thing. 

He pulled back again and held the head just inside my lips. I looked up at him and he licked his lips slowly. I got the message and licked the head of his cock. He groaned. I wrapped my tongue around it and licked it like an ice cream cone. That was the only experience I could think of to help me. Yeah, a chocolate ice cream cone. I licked it again and then he slid back in. He stopped again at the back of my throat. I could feel my lips stretching around him but he stayed still.

I felt my old man beneath me move a little and I became aware again of the big black cock buried in my little pussy. The cock in my mouth was not moving, my lips were not hurting as much but still stretched around his width. I felt the old man move close to my ear and whisper "relax". I could not turn to look at him but he took my hands in his and held them over my chest. He was hugging me in a sense with a huge black cock in my mouth. I felt hands on my head and then pressure. I started to panic as my ability to breathe was leaving me. The cock in my mouth pushed against my throat and then powered down into my body. My neck stretched as the boy pulled my head into his crotch. I felt his cock deep in my throat and I was trying not to think about my lack of air.

The old man was still hugging me and then I felt the cock start to slide out of my mouth. I tried to relax but as soon as my airway cleared I took a deep breath through my nose. The head of the cock stopped on my tongue and then I felt a hot wetness hit my tongue. It was salty and bitter at the same time. I tried to push the cock out with my tongue but another blast filled my mouth. Some of it was leaking out the sides of my mouth and I felt it run down my chin and neck. I was trying not to swallow but my instinct took over and a large glob slid into my belly. I felt a gag reflex but I fought it. Another blast hit my tongue and then the cock slid out. I felt his seed leak out of my mouth and drop onto my breasts. The old man pulled my arms away and exposed my chest. Another blast of seed left the cock in front of me and hit my chest. It was warm and slid down over my boobs.

The boy moved back and I saw him push himself back in his pants and zip himself up. I had a mouthful still and I closed my eyes and swallowed. It felt slimy as it slipped down my throat. I looked up and saw another boy moving in front of me. I moved my head back and forth to try and tell him I had had enough. He chuckled and pulled out another black cock. He grabbed my head and jammed it into my mouth. I tried to relax as he moved in and out. This one was not as big as the one before. I did not feel the need to gag. He did not shove it into my throat, he just fucked my face for about two minutes and I felt him shoot his seed into my mouth. I tried to close my mouth to get him out but he shot another load. He pulled out and leaned forward and shot another load between my eyes. I felt it hit me and then run down my face.

He backed away and I leaned back into my old man. I whispered "no more" and closed my eyes. I heard some shuffling and then opened to see a young boy moving away and zipping his pants. No one else moved in front of me. I whispered "thank you". I felt something on my left and then the old man was holding out a white cloth. I grabbed it and wiped off my face. I reached down and pulled my bra together. The stuff was now leaking down my chest into my bra. It felt a little slimy. I wiped off my neck and buttoned my shirt back. I looked down and my shirt looked ok. My boobs felt a little weird sitting in my bra covered in slime.

I looked around and realized I was still sitting on the old man's cock. It was still hard and deep inside me. I had sort of gotten used to it. I touched his hands and he grabbed my hips and moved me up a little. He moved me for a few minutes and combined with the train's vibrations he fucked me slowly. I felt him pull me down and hold me and then I felt a shiver inside me. He groaned in my ear and held me down for about a minute. I felt his cock softening and then I couldn't tell if he was still inside. He pushed me up and I looked up to see my first young boy holding out his hand. I took it and he lifted me to my feet. I felt the old man's cock slide out of me and I looked down to see it flop onto his lap. It was shiny and wet. He pushed it back inside his pants. I held onto the young boy as my legs were a little shaky. 

I heard the voice announce a stop and it sounded familiar. I heard my teacher's voice telling us this was our stop. The young boy moved over and created a path for me to reach my teacher. I walked slowly through the car until I was next to my teacher and friends. I stopped and then felt a warm wetness touch my thigh and start to run slowly down. I did not look down, there was nothing I could do. The train stopped and the doors opened. The crowd moved towards the door and we exited the train onto a platform. We followed our teachers over to a wall and she gathered us all together. I was on the edge of the group in the back, trying to be invisible as more wet liquid slid down my sensitive upper thigh.

I heard our teacher tell us where we were going next and then tell us we were meeting right back here at 6:00 to head home. I felt something touch my arm and I turned my head to see my old man standing next to me. He squeezed my hand and whispered "see you at 6:00". I watched him turn and walk away. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw it was 9:10. My mind immediately calculated the time between now and 6:00, I felt my pussy tingle in response.



Subway Ride



After a long day at work, Peggy was not in the mood to deal with rude assholes on the subway. One would think a few years of Sex Magic would make any man wary of being disrespectful of a woman, but not every guy was as appreciative of the power a Sex Mage could wield.

Case in point, the subway car was packed with businesswomen and men heading home from work and those not working coming home from errands. Every seat was taken, and every bar already had enough people around it.

Only one bar remained relatively clear. Or at least it would have, if the douchebag leaning on it didn't insist on taking up the whole thing by leaning his whole butt, back, and head along every available spot Peggy could have comfortably reached. The man looked like a real punk, too. Leather jacket, ripped jeans, a buzzcut, lanky but tall, with a thin facial scar indicating he'd once been in a knife fight. He was Latino, and the green bandanna around his head indicated he belonged to one of the gangs still lurking in the alleys. What the hell he was doing in this part of the subway, looking like a tough guy among all the suits and casuals, Peggy couldn't guess.

"Excuse me," she said, tapping him on the shoulder. The young man glanced back at her. "You wanna maybe give a lady some room?"

The young man just sneered and looked away. Peggy was in her later thirties, pale, short and slim, with frizzy brown hair and bookish glasses, with a rather plain looking tan business suit. She wasn't even wearing heels. Hardly the sort of woman who would turn most guys' heads, much less a guy barely in his twenties making a point to look like a thug.

Peggy pursed her lips, then braced herself as the subway car started moving, leaning into the acceleration. She considered worming her hand between his spine and the bar, but that would probably just give him an excuse to go off on her. She hated to admit it, but five years ago, she probably would have scurried over to another bar and squeezed herself in between some other businessmen instead.

Fuck that. She had Sex Magic, she was pissed, and despite her rather plain, dorky appearance, she was quite well-read, and well practiced, on teaching men a lesson right through their dicks.

She wormed herself forward, and positioned herself just in front of the young man and planted her feet. She heard him give a snort of derision. And yet, as she stood there, she raised herself into the ball of her feet, as if trying to see something over someone else's shoulder. Her calves flexed, and she let her left heel slip out of the back of the shoe. The young man took noticed. Despite himself, she sensed a little spark of interest. The spark brightened a bit as his eyes traveled up her legs to scope out her ass. She didn't have much of one, but her skirt was a bit on the tight side. The spark flared a bit, and for a moment, his soft cock felt a little stir.

Bingo. Peggy dropped back down on her feet, and she let this little motion sway her body back just enough that her ass brushed against his crotch. As it did, she sent a little signal of magic into his body to push the notion of arousal along a little faster. His cock began to erect.

He tried to think of something else, but as the train came to a stop, momentum shifted him forward a bit and his crotch brushed her butt again. His eyes drifted back down to her backside, and she slipped a psychic notion into his head, fanning his interest in her ass.

As the train started up again, she let the momentum push her back, and she was flush against him for a moment. His dick was half-hard and try as he might to think about baseball or nuns, the feel of her butt against his dick was irresistible. Within a few seconds, he was fully hard. He squirmed in place as his dick stiffened at an uncomfortable angle in his jeans, but he didn't dare draw attention to himself by adjusting it openly. Tough guy act or not, he knew enough about Sex Magic to know women would catch him messing around with his cock.

Of course, every woman in the train car could sense his erection, and a few glanced his way. But most of the women here weren't about to confront him in this tightly packed crowd, whether they were still intimidated by a man with his poise or they just wanted to get home and deal with their own bullshit.

So, the young punk stood there trying to make his dick soft, while Peggy pressed her ass against it, coaxing it harder with her body a thread of magic that worked slowly and subtly enough that it wouldn't be too obvious she was using it. He was a stranger, and her magic hadn't quite keyed her into his body just yet. She needed a little bit longer to keep him interested before she could really take charge.

Fortunately, by the time the train reached the next stop, he was absolutely throbbing. The psychic hum of a hard dick filled Peggy's mind, giving her a wonderfully soothing feeling, and opening up the young man's surface thoughts to her. She discovered his name was Elliot and he was rather obsessed with the idea of anal sex. If Peggy had been a curvy black or Latino girl with a bubble butt, he'd have probably sprung a hard on the instant he laid eyes on her. She wasn't his body type, but an ass was an ass, in the end; pressing hers against him was all it took to get him started.

Elliot was starting to suspect his tough guy act was going to start melting if he couldn't get his erection down. He glanced back and forth, trying to maintain his scowl as he noticed other women in the car kept glancing at him. A few smirked. He locked eyes with an Asian girl in a business suit who outright grinned at him. She knew exactly what was up, and this his little punk ass was nothing be afraid off when his dick was blaring. Elliot knew he had to get out of there, go cool off, and wait for the next subway.

Peggy just kept her gaze forward, outwardly ignoring him, even as she caressed him with her magic. As the train neared the next stop, she felt him start to move. She pushed back, bracing herself against him, and sent a surge of magic through his body. Instantly, the punk was frozen in place, his body locked against the poll, arms locked to his sides, and his head locked back. He started to open his mouth, but it clamped shut, and his muffled curse died in his throat. He not only couldn't move, he couldn't even speak! All he could do was blink and breathe and panic.

Only then did he actually piece together that the woman before him was the source of his sudden predicament. She finally glanced back at him and smirked. "Should have been a gentlemen and given a lady a little space on the poll to grab," she said in a voice low enough only Elliot would hear it, while anyone else would just tune it out as part of the background noise. She reached back and brazenly grabbed his crotch through his jeans. "Ah, here's something."

She sensed Elliot panic, but at the same time, he could not deny how badly his dick wanted to be touched at that moment. Panic, and arousal, increased as her fingers deftly unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and spread open his fly. It turned out Elliot was a commando man; no underwear obstructed his cock as it popped out of his open jeans. Peggy then pulled her hand back and pressed her ass against his bare cock. The simple polyester cloth of her skirt wasn't as appealing as bare flesh, but the smooth firmness of her ass nonetheless formed a very alluring, warm pressure along his member.

Peggy stood still, leaning against him, but as she did, she threaded magic into his genitals. He felt an all-around tight, hot, fleshy grip seize his dick. He managed a sharp gasp as he recognized the feeling of a tight ass trapping him. His cock surged at the phantom sensations, as the invisible rectum began to slowly move up and down on his cock.

The two had the full attention of every woman on the train now. They didn't need to physically look to sense what was going on, but those who could watched anyway. And they looked through Elliot's mind as he cussed out every one of them, but especially Peggy. Calling them cunts, whores, bitches, screaming in his head that they should be so grateful that he should fuck their assholes with his huge dick. This just caused a few of the women to giggle and the Asian woman to give Peggy a thumbs up. The men in the ca weren't quite sure what was going on, since Peggy was doing everything without moving or letting Elliot move, and the other women opted to keep the little show a secret. A few men jumped a bit though, as Peggy sensed a few of them getting tickled with little spells from other women.

Peggy wasn't interested in the other men, though, and despite how good teasing a man felt, she wasn't in a playful mood. She was teaching this boy a hard lesson. The more she worked him with the phantom ass-fucking spell, the clearer his thoughts became. It didn't take long for him to reach orgasm, and she immediately slapped a block on him. His cock flexed madly, trying to spray her back with his seed, but to no avail. Once this threshold was reached, he became an open book.

It turns out he wasn't even in a gang. He just dressed and acted this way to impress the teenaged girls who hadn't developed their Sex Magic yet. He felt women were all total cunts who needed to be tamed by guys' dicks, and Sex Magic was bullshit. He believed it existed, of course, obviously, but every day he seethed with resentment that women had the magic. In his mind's eye, men should have gotten the power. Then he'd turn every hot bitch he saw into his bimbo slut, and make them beg to suck his cock.

But that wasn't how things were and because of that, he had no qualms treating women like shit. It was only his tough guy, gang-member bluff that prevented much retaliation as most women still were too under confident in the magic to truly unleash and embrace their power.

Well, this boy was long due for a lesson in humility. As the train came to another stop, Peggy noted it was hers. She quickly threaded a loop effect with her magic and stepped away from Elliot, leaving him pinned to the bar. His pants dropped to his ankles and his cock flexed wildly. He rode the subway line for nearly three hours that way, the women who came and went either outright ignoring him, or giggling at his expense. A few even pitched in, layering on other spell effects and taking pictures to post online. Finally, a female cop arrived and set him loose. 

Peggy went home feeling smug. Elliot was probably right to call her a crazy cunt, but damn if being one wasn't fun now and then. And no matter how much he resented her for the experience, she could sense when he'd masturbate to the memory of it for years afterwards.



Subway Ride Home



I worked at a law firm after college as a receptionist; it wasn't bad paid the bills. Lots of lawyers would try to get my number or ask me out. I was in a committed relationship, and wasn't interested. My boyfriend and I lived about 20min outside of New York City, so I would have to take the train to work. We had a car, but neither of us liked to drive. 

During the month of September we had a ton of cases, and clients to meet with, so I was needed beyond my normal schedule which was 8AM to 5PM. I worked many long hours and would be so tired when I got home, all I wanted to do was sleep. It was understood that this amount of overtime would not last longer than needed so I put up with it, as again it was good money. 

Normally I was very conservative when it came to the way I looked at work. However, with the important client meetings and cases, I was told to look a little more professional. So instead of slacks and button up shirts, I began to wear skirt suits, with satin blouses, with stockings and garters. Needless to say I was a big hit in the office. I was 5'10", athletic body, firm 36C breasts, and long legs. My desk was pretty close to the main door, and since it was a "modern themed" office there was no front panel to hide my legs. So when people would come in for meetings they would get a good look at my legs, and stockings. If I wasn't careful they could see my garters and on occasion my thong. 

One day there were many clients in the waiting room, and I could tell all the guys were looking at me. I would turn in my chair to adjust my skirt, so nothing was showing. However this time when I turned and checked, my skirt had ridden all the way up my thigh and my garters were showing. In addition, I was going out with my boyfriend that night after work and wanted to dress up for him, so I wore a crotch less thong. I kept myself clean, so I knew they all got a good look at my smooth bald lips. At lunch I went out and got a pair of satin high cuts so I wouldn't feel so exposed. 

About a week later, I was again working late, and found myself on the subway well after 9PM. I didn't like to be on it late, but had no choice. The car I was in smelled of puke, and body Oder. I sat alone near the back. Two stops later, a man got on, and sat next to me, as I guess there were no other seats that interested him. I tried to move closer to the window when he sat, but there wasn't much room. 

The man was about 6'1" medium build, glasses, jersey and a ball cap on. My guess was he was meeting some friends for drinks. My skirt was short so I put my purse in my lap, but caught him looking at me a few times. I was in a hurry to leave work so I left my jacket, and my nipples were poking through my satin blouse. I was very uncomfortable. 

The man started to talk on his cell phone, and while he was talking moved his hand to my thigh. I jumped and moved his hand. He looked at me and moved it back. I tried to get up to move, but he blocked me in. He ended his call then, without warning he stuck his hand up my skirt, and started to rub my bald lips through my satin thong. I gasped, and tried to scream for help, then noticed the knife next to my waist. As I looked up at the stranger sitting next to me, I could see in his eyes what he wanted. 

Terrified I sat there trying not to move, but he was rubbing me fast, and I could tell my panties were getting wet. I closed my eyes as I felt him move my thong to the side and slip a finger in my tight hole. God, I was so wet from him fingering me it went right in, I moved slightly as he entered me letting out a low moan. The man smiled, and slowly moved his dirty finger in and out of me. My thong was soaking wet with my love juice, and the satin material was riding deep into my ass. I hated to admit it, but I was getting turned on. 

As I kept my eyes closed, I felt his hand move to my blouse, where my nipples were hard and perky. He pinched one, and I moaned. I tried to hide my emotions, but I was so wet, he knew I was getting off. My hand was placed on his crotch, as he unzipped his fly. I moved my hand voluntarily into his jeans, and grabbed what was a huge cock. I massaged him slowly, playing with his balls at the same time. He moved closer to me, and started to finger me again. I stroked his cock faster and faster, until he was panting along with me. I saw some people look over at us, but didn't care at this point. I wanted to cum. 

He was fingering me so good, and then he slipped another finger inside, god I thought I was going to explode. I stopped playing with his cock, and looked around; there was no one else near us. So I looked at him, then leaned over, and put his cock into my mouth. He gasped in surprise, as I started to suck him hard. Playing with his mushroom with my tongue, he started to moan and wiggle. I was taking his cock deep into my mouth and he just sat there moaning, and fondling my breasts. 

He was rock hard now, as I sucked out all I could. As I leaned over to better suck him, he reached behind me, and slipped a finger in my ass. Ohhhhh, I moaned as his cock filled my mouth. I sucked him harder and faster, as he finger fucked my tight ass. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed his cock inside me. So I stood up, opened my legs, and lowered myself onto him. Moving my soaked satin thong to the side, I pushed down. FUCK, as he started to enter me, I had to scream a little, he was so big, and even though I was really wet, I was still too tight. 

I managed to take about 3 inches and had to stop and catch my breath. His cock was so big, and wide that my tight pussy had to stretch to accommodate him. Slowly I squatted down lower and lower, until all 9 inches were inside my hungry wet pussy. As I took him all in, my nipples stood erect through my blouse, and he nibbled at them. I lifted myself up to the tip, and then slowly lowered myself again. Shit he was so fucking good, my white cum was all over his 9 inch cock, making it easier for me to ride him. 

The man was panting hard now, as I picked up speed. My perky tits were in his face, and he unbuttoned my blouse to get at my nipples. He moved my bra down, and took my nipple into his mouth and started to suck. FUCK, I started to ride him even faster. My cum really flowing now, as he was holding me by the waist moving me up and down. He started to move me faster, and then stopped. I got off of him, and he stood up. I then moved to my knees on the seat. I bent at the waist, lifted my short skirt, moved my thong, and pushed back to take him in again. 

He wasted no time with inserting all 9 inches, and I was sure to cum soon. I pushed back as hard as I could to take him deep inside my tight pussy. I looked back just in time to catch him stick his thumb in my ass as we fucked. That did it, I was out of control fucking a stranger on the subway home. I started to grunt and moan loudly now, and the man was softly telling me how fucking good I was. He leaned over and whispered in my ear "who's my little slut" I said while moaning, "I am". 

We started to both moan and buck wildly now, as I knew we were both getting close to orgasm. He grabbed my hips, and thrust hard, and long into me. I met him back and pushed even harder. I was on birth control, so I decided to let him cum inside me. God I wanted to feel his warm cum in my tight hole, and running down my dirty legs. I moaned loud, and he started going really fast. This was it. He rammed me hard and fast, until I felt his warm juices inside me. He started to pull out and I pushed back, I wanted all of it inside me. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back hard. His cock went deep inside me, and I felt him cum some more. 

Once he pulled out, he sat back down on the seat to catch his breath. I pulled my skirt down, and adjusted my thong. Then got on my knees and put his cock into my mouth. I wanted to clean him. I started to suck him hard, and wanted to get anything I could out of him. He started to moan, and pulled my hair as I sucked him. It didn't take him long, and soon my mouth was filled with his cum. I took his cock deep into my mouth one last time, and got what was left. 

Then I sat back up, grabbed my purse and got off the train. I felt so dirty on my way home, as I had just fucked a total stranger and his cum was still inside me. As I walked down the street to my apartment, I stopped to take off soaked thong and used it to wipe my pussy and legs off. I didn't want my boyfriend to see any of it. 

When I walked through the door, I found him asleep in the couch. I quietly went to shower, and clean up. The next morning, when I got up to get dressed, my boyfriend asked if I had a safe trip home. I said why do you ask? He replied some guy stopped by to drop off your wallet. He said he found it on the subway. I went to look in my purse for anything else missing, and it was empty.



Subway Ride With A Dream Girl



I started taking a different subway to work last week, so everyone I saw was new to me. I spent the first few days making a mental note as to which women were regular riders. A couple of these girls seemed a bit plain in the looks department, but after a few days it almost looked like they were trying to look as un-interesting as they possible. Clothes that hid the shape of their bodies, no makeup, and rather plain hairstyles.

Two of these girls, and me, were the only ones that stayed on the subway at the transfer station; we waited there for about 5 minutes every day while we waited for people to show up. They seemed to be friends from the way they would chat most of the ride. I started wearing mirrored sunglasses, and acting like I was sleeping, just so I could watch them withoug them realizing it.

I felt like such a stalker. They even got nicknames. They became "Tall Blonde" and "Short Blonde." How original – but I never did get their names. But, I'm not that much to look at, and I am kind of weird, so I usually couldn't get a date without by myself. There is no way that either of these girls would ever do more than say "hi" to me, much less associate with me.

This morning, they must have over-heard me on my phone. As everyone else was getting off the subway, I had promised to lend a friend of mine some money. When I had said I had about $100 extra he could borrow, Short Blonde sharply turned her head to look at me, then tried to play it off like she was just reaching for her purse. My friend said he only needed $50, so to gauge the girl's reaction, I said back to him that only $50 is fine.

As the subway finished emptying, Tall Blonde came over towards me, sitting one row away. She asked me if it was true that I had some extra money, and that her friend desperately needed money, since she had just lost her job. Since I didn't really know them, plus she was out of work, I figured that it would be rather hard to get repaid.

I figured this was a perfect opportunity, there's no way I should waste it – so I got right to it. I told her to tell her friend that I would give her $50 in exchange for a lap dance, right here and now. Tall Blonde's jaw dropped, her eyes got huge, and she gasped. No other comment, she just walked back to Short Blonde to tell her what I said. They both looked at me and I could see the indicision in her face. 

To help make up her mind, I pulled a bill out of my pocket, letting them see the number '50' on it. Slowly, Short Blonde walked over to me and asked if I was sure that was the only way she could get that money. A dozen other things popped into my mind, but I told her that this was the quickest, safest, and most legal way she would get it from me. No sex, no taking clothes off, just a quick lapdance.

I figured there were about 4 minutes until people started getting on the subway. She said OK, and quickly stepped over right in front of me, turned around, and sat down on my lap. Holding on to the seat in front of us, she leaned forward a bit, and started rubbing her ass across me.

I couldn't believe this, it was actually happening! Not content to let my legs get all the attention, I put my hands on her lower back, moving over to her sides, and down to the sides of her ass. She didn't stop me, so I kept going. While I was moving my hands across her ass, she started lifting her ass a little higher off my lap. As it went up, I put both my hands out, and got under her. Knowing I didn't have much time, I put one hand further, rubbing her pussy through her skirt as she was grinding on me.

I heard her breathing start to speed up, and her hips were now rubbing her crotch on my hand. Not that I minded, but time was short. I took my hand out, and grabbed the sides of her hips, forcing her ass back onto my cock. My cock was now just about as hard as could get, which she could obviously feel, so she started rubbing her pussy on the lump my cock was making in my pants.

I noticed her shirt was fairly loose, so both my hands quickly went up her shirt. Tall Blonde had bigger boobs, but this girl's fit nicely in my hand, just under a full handful. I could feel her nipples trying to poke through her bra, so I pushed up her bra over her boobs and grabbed ahold of both of them, squeezing them together gently. Now she was starting to moan, and she was speeding up her rocking on my lap.

After a quick 'goodbye' nipple pinch, I quickly moved one hand straight down her front, between her thighs where the skirt ended, and made my way up her legs. She only opened her legs a tiny bit for me, but it was just enough to get two fingers down to rub her pussy. With my arm around her, she couldn't move much, so I pulled her panties to the side, and found that she was soaking wet. She jumped a bit as I touched her clit, but I started rubbing it as I told her that I was now going to make her cum since she was so close.

She didnt' talk, just grunted something, nodding her head. As I started massaging her pussy faster, and my other hand was moving around her boobs, tweaking her nipples. I saw Tall Blonde was still only across the isle from us, I hadn't even noticed her until now. I just grinned at her as I saw that her nipples were trying to cut their way out of her shirt, and she seemed to be sitting funny. I had a good idea that she was almost as turned on as Short Blonde.

My attention was snapped back to Short Blonde as she was working up to cum in my lap. Her moaning was turning into louder gasps. Letting go over the seat, she pushed back and leaned on me. She spread her legs a bit, letting me have more room to move around on her clit. In one quick move with my other hand, I pulled her shirt up so I could see her boobs too.

She was just close enough for me to reach one nipple with my mouth. I started kissing her nipple, then playing my tongue around it. I sucked it into my mouth, biting gently. Just then, I felt her thighs lock up on my hand, she took a deep breath, and just held back her voice as much as she could, just humming away as her body was rocking.

Sitting up slowly, she caught her breath. Once she came back to her senses, she realized where she was and what was going on. She quickly fixed her clothes, stood up, but immediately leaned on the seat for support. Smiling, her face all red, she said that wasn't exactly the original deal, but she did thank me. Then said I needed to give her something else. I happily handed that bill to her. It was the best $50 I had spent in years. Her legs were a little wobbly, but they got her back to her seat.

Tall Blonde was now staring at me. She asked if it was her turn tomorrow, but I said that I was now broke. She actually got mad and yelled at me. She came over to me, hit me in the shoulder, and said that she needed money too. She kept being loud, pushing on my shoulder. Suddenly, I sat up straight, shocked as never before. Her body suddenly turned into the subway conductor. He was asking what I was still doing on the subway, it was time to go. Looking around, I saw that the subway was empty, and it was back at the station. Getting up, I was glad I had my laptop bag, and I kept it in front of me. I had DREAMED IT ALL.

It was so lifelike, and I was now upset it was all pretend. Part of me thought it was real. I had a huge wet spot on the front of my tan slacks – my dream actually made me cum. Carrying my bag in front of me, I got off the subway and wandered aimlessly for a moment. Noticing the time, and seeing that I had to change clothes, I called in sick to work. There was no way I could explain away this mess. Getting on another line to head back home, I stayed awake this time, but could not help replaying the whole thing over and over again in my head. I just knew it was too good to be true.