I had just turned 18 at the time, and my first credit card was burning a hole in my purse. I decided one day to skip afternoon classes and head downtown to do some heavy.
There had been some sort of problems with the subways earlier so it was standing room only in the car I boarded.
Let me describe myself. I’m about 5 foot 3, naturally honey blond hair in a pageboy cut. I had on a thin white ribbed t-shirt, plaid miniskirt, the skimpy bottoms from an old bikini, with no bra.
I’m just small enough that I can get away with it. Mom says I’ll droop later in life, but right now, I’m high and proud. I had smoked a bowl before I left, so I was flying. My nipples were diamond hard, poking out from under the t-shirt and I knew everyone was looking. That only made it better.
As the subway jerked along, I bumped into the man behind me. In that moment, I could feel his penis hard in his pants against my ass. I reached back and found he was very hard. I stroked him up and down.
I felt a hand go under my skirt and start to rub my ass cheek. I pressed back, encouraging it. The hand explored my ass fully before beginning an exploration of my crotch. I leaned forward, both hands still on the rails, and allowed my unseen groper better access to my coochie.
A slow finger ran between my legs and we could both feel I was wet. The next thing I knew, the strings on either side of my bikini bottoms were pulled off and I was left breezy under my skirt.
The finger returned to my valley and when it reached the front, hooked upwards to find my clit out, and ready. Again so slowly, the finger moved. I was standing in front of a guy sitting down and I could see he had noticed what was going on. His boner was threatening to rip through the front of his slacks.
Our eyes locked as my groper penetrated me with a finger. My breasts felt swollen and my nipples became even harder. I thrust back at the finger and the whole situation had me close to cumming. I knew I was beginning to make an “O” face, but I didn’t care.
I heard the click of a shutter as my seated friend took my picture. The thought of him beating off to it later started my orgasm. The finger inside me, the vibration of the tracks, and the perv photographer in front of me combined to make me cum hard. I looked down and saw that I had squirted a little. I laughed to myself, just one more fluid to add to everything else on the subway car floor.
The finger withdrew and something else poked me. Whoever it was behind me had his cock out and I was about to get it. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I was still high on the bowl I had smoked earlier and high coming down from a massive orgasm. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his every inch penetrating me. I wasn’t a virgin, but then again I wasn’t a total party girl either. At that moment, I wanted this more than anything I had ever known. I wasn’t on the pill, and I was in the middle of my cycle. Mother Nature said I was fertile as a turtle right now and the stalk behind me had the seed my body craved. I wanted my eggs basted like a thanksgiving turkey.
I bit my bottom lip as he entered me. My seated friend had turned off the camera noise, but was continuing to take pictures. He mouthed, “Is he fucking you?” I nodded. He leaned forward and got an upskirt shot of my lover entering me. He showed it to me and I have to admit, it was pretty hot.
Inch after inch entered me and I finally felt my lover’s pubic hair on my ass. He had both hands on my hips and was grinding into me. I couldn’t take my hands off the rails as I was holding both of us up. He didn’t do much in and out at first, just a constant stirring of my pussy. I began bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet, using the bar I was gripping above me to help out.
Others around were taking notice, but that just turned me on even more. I could see boners poking out all around. One old lady had her lips pursed and was turned away from us, but fuck her. Her cunt had probably been bone dry since the sixties.
A deep voice behind my ear asked me if I was enjoying myself. I nodded. “You are a good little fuck slut. I’m fucking you naked and I hope you ain’t on the pill.” His voice was unnaturally low, like he didn’t want me to identify it. I moaned at him, for some reason words like fuck slut, that would have normally enraged me, made me only hornier. I wanted to cum again with him inside me.
One hand left my hip and traveled up inside my shirt. He pinched my nipples and I thought I would lose my mind! My fuck sauce was running down my legs as I was juicing something fierce.
“You’re something else little girl,” he purred in my ear. “Not everyone can take all the nine inches I’m giving you.” He began to pound me now. Everyone close had to know what was going on, but I didn’t care and I don’t think he did either.
The guy in front of me got up and I saw his dick was sticking out the fly of his slacks as he beat it. Reaching up with his free hand, he began rubbing my breasts. He came in close and started to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth like the penis behind me invaded my pussy. I reached down with one hand and started jerking him. He was warm and firm in my hand and he began grunting as we kissed.
“Yes,” came the voice from behind me, “Jerk him off. Make him cum on your shoes. Think about how his sperm will never enter you. Unlike me. I’m inside you, and I’m leaking with every thrust. You could already be pregnant!”
He felt so good inside me. So rock hard. The cock in my hand was smooth, and would be an OK fuck, but I knew the one behind me was a pleaser. Bumpy, veiney, a cock made to stimulate, and stimulating me it was!
I broke the kiss, and gasped, “I’m gonna cum!”
The cock in my hand got harder and began to pulse. I felt his cum on my legs and feet as he closed his eyes and grunted.
I could hear myself grunting with him, but I couldn’t stop. “Come on my cock little girl.” Said the man in my cunt, “Come as I shoot you full of my spunk.”
He grabbed my hips and buried himself inside me as far as he could. For a moment, we both were still, like the calm before the storm. Then he began to pulse inside me and that sent me off.
I knew I was getting spermed and I was vulnerable, but I didn’t care. The thought of being knocked up by my anonymous lover only made me cum harder. I cramped and squeezed him as he unloaded into me.
He hissed “FUCK” into my ear. “You are so tight! Shit, I’m still cumming!”
I was still cumming as well. I could feel myself losing my grip on the poles above me, and then I was out.
I woke up sitting in the seat where my friend had sat earlier. The car had thinned out. Someone had pulled my shirt up, and I was leaking sperm like crazy onto the seat.
I put my hand up to pull down my shirt, only to find at least one guy had shot off on me while I was passed out. Then I realized the reason I was having trouble seeing was because I had sperm in my left eye and it stung like crazy.
I cleaned myself up the best I could, my bikini bottoms and purse were no where to be found.
I rode the line around and got off again where I got on. I snuck home and used the emergency key to get in. I was toweling off after my shower as my dad arrived home. The first thing I noticed was the leer on his face, the next was that he placed my purse on the kitchen table.
Opening it, he took out my bikini pants. “I’m keeping these as a souvenir. Now get that robe off and get in your bedroom. I want to fuck my little girl again.” his eyes gleamed. “My little fuck slut. On your bed, in her bedroom, where you were once so innocent.”
For a moment I thought about running, but realized just how wet those last words had made me. “Yes daddy,” I squeaked as I entered my room.
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