SUBWAY GANG BANG
So there I was, seated on one of those molded light blue plastic Subway seats. There were only a few people in the car since it was dinner time and rush hour was over. There were two Hispanic guys directly across from me. They were dressed in blue jeans and colored tee shirts with those Japanese Manga figures. They were both about the same build, maybe 5'6". Their hair was shiny black and long, over their ears.
I thought they were kind of cute until they kept eyeing me and talking rapidly. I could tell they were talking about me, the "puta blanca con las tetas grandes." I know enough Spanish to figure that out. (the white bitch with the big tits). I didn't know whether to be insulted or complimented but when one of the guys touched his crotch with his pinky and with his second finger pointed at me. I just looked away. In retrospect I'd have to call on Don Tete and Don Cono based on their preferences.
There was a middle aged black guy a few seats away who looked like an executive, well dressed in a tan summer suit and thin tie, reading the evening newspaper. He had a brown textured leather briefcase that he held in his left hand . On his right wrist he wore a large gold colored watch with a white face that would flash as he turned the pages. He hardly ever looked up except to glance when we passed a station. He was the kind of well manicured man you would welcome into your neighborhood. Probably had a bunch of college bound k**s. He told me to call him Mr. Charles.
Standing a few feet away, hanging onto the overhead strap, was a clean cut college boy with a head full of curly hair. He was wearing a Harvard Tee shirt. He looked to be in his late twenties. I wondered if he actually went there or it was an artifice. I came to call him Torpedo for obvious reasons. He was about 5'10" wearing tight khaki shorts. Not the short ones the gay guys wear, but down to a few inches above his knees.
He smiled at me a few times but I just looked down. Every so often he touch his crotch as if it was a careless gesture but each time he did it, a protuberance underneath seemed to grow. I felt like laughing but in trying to hold back, I couldn't help grinning at him. When my grin slipped out he caught it and winked. I thoughtlessly nodded my head, too surprised to do anything else. I came to call him Torpedo because his actions were unexpected.
There was a homeless guy seated five or six seats down across from me. He was dark skinned, maybe from the Caribbean. At first glance I thought he might be retarded. His head was at an angle to his body and his eyes seemed unfocused. I figured he was planning to ride the subway all night so he'd have a place to sleep. His shoes were broken and a thick piece of black duct tape was strapped around them holding the sole to the upper. His brown soiled pants were loose and baggy with holes.
Instead of a belt he had a white electrical plastic cord passed through the belt loops and tied tight around his waist. His gray long sleeve shirt was stained and his dark uncut hair was headed in all directions. There was a curious oval of grey hair on the side of his head facing me. He had a scruffy beard and a mustache that melted into the unshaven whiskers on his face. He kept talking to himself or maybe he was singing but with the subway noise I couldn't figure it out. He seemed to be in his own fantasy world and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
A nice looking tall muscular young white guy seated to the far left. I'd call him Max. Maybe he was 23 or 24 years old, wearing shorts and a cut off tee shirt. He had a military buzz cut, a thick neck and a small anchor tattoo on his shoulder. He had rested a gym bag on his lap. I wasn't sure if he was coming from or going to the gym. He had a cigarette stuck over his ear and a small Christian medallion around his neck. Every so often he took a drink from a clear plastic water bottle. I had to admit, most women would have found him attractive. The ripped physique, the military manor, what's not to like?
He wasn't paying me any attention. I took my eyes off him fairly quickly. There was something hidden about him that I didn't want to know. Maybe he was just well manered or perhaps he was gay. I learned to my cocernation tha he was neither well manored or gay although his interest in anal might have qualified him as a bisexual? I'm told that guys into ass don't care if that ass is male or female and male is as easy to find as entering any gay bath house.
A dikey looking short gal with a big nose was seated to the left of me near the sliding door. She had a ridiculous dye job. Her hair was strawberry colored. She had a teardrop tattoo under her left eye. She was wearing a colorful blouse slit at the top so you could get a look at her cleavage. The blouse had big flowers on it. She had a piercing on one side of her nose that looked like a small golden sphere. From one nostril septum to the other was a silver piercing. She had a small pocketbook on a thin strap that went over her head. She was busy reading a paperback but I couldn't make out the title, Something by Daniel Steel. She was to surprise me, she looked dikey but she have other tastes.
I've learned you can't tell who or what people are by their outward appearance, another reason I don't do internet dating. I made my judgements but I was far from accurate. Wearing a Christian medal doesn't mean you are a Christian, and easy smile doesn't mean you have mercy, a downward glance doesn't mean you have piety. After all is said, when men have the opportunity to display their power over women, watch out. They will fuck you without a single thought. Just be glad they don't kill you after they fill your cunt with their seed!
So there I was on my way home. Never expecting the situation I was to find myself in moments later. Some of the passengers were looking up at the adverts or the electric sign showing the trains progress. The young Latin guys were scanning the other passengers. I was leaning back, fiddling with my button down white blouse and thinking of what I planned for the next day when the Fed Ex doorman came up to my apartment with an Amazon package I was expecting.
I figured I'd open the door in the nude and no doubt he'd come on in and fuck me like he's done before. On one occasion it was his co-worker but he must have been sent and told what to expect. I knew it was a set up but took advantage of him, insisting he eat me out before I let him fuck me. I would have showered first as I was a little ripe, but what the hell, he wanted to get laid so I pulled the strings and he got the taste. I let him use the bathroom afterwards and I could hear him loudly gargling for a while.He used up most of my mouthwash.
I was laughing to myself about that incident, when the lights in the Express 8th Avenue Subway car flickered a few times and went out. The car rolled on in the darkness coming to a stop somewhere in the tunnel between the 42nd street stop and 50th street. Stoppages with the lights out are not uncommon, but they usually last only 30 seconds. If more, the conductor will blurt some hard to understand garbled message over the intercom to explain the reason for the stoppage and how long the delay will be.
After about two minutes of darkness we began to suspect something was amiss, but that 3rd rail, which might still be charged can kill. The idea of opening the doors and climbing down into the dark tunnel and trying to walk out of this mess wasn't attractive.
A few more minutes into the blackout, all was quiet. That was when the two hispanic guys crossed over the aisle and sat on either side of me. Next thing I knew a hand from the right was grabbing my big breast and another hand from the left was going up my short skirt.
"Just be quiet honey, we ain't gonna hurt ya, just wanna fool around."
I didn't say anything although I was scared. I stupidly reflexively spread my thighs wider as if an invitation to let those fingers do the talking. My blouse was quickly unbuttoned by his friend and my bra unhooked. Before a minute passed my tit nip was being sucked and my thong panties were soaking from the fingers that curled under and quickly entered my pussy.
Then to my embarrassment the lights flickered on momentarily and my plight was now public. Then the lights went out for good. My titties are very sensitive to sucking. I can cum even without a finger or a dick in my holy hole.Within a few minutes I had climaxed twice from the excitement of being publicly two timed by these young guys.
Not surprisingly, having such an easy time of it, things got a little more complicated. The guy sucking my titties stood up, unzipped and stuffed his cock right into my mouth. What's a girl going to do. It was too late to say no, so I sucked it. It was sweaty and there was a bit of piss taste but maybe it was a testament to my skill as a cock sucker that in no time he came and that slug of cum washed away any other taste right down my throat. His cock was probably five inches long, an easy suck and not very fat. But his sperm shot was quite healthy, very fluid and I almost gagged on it but recovered. He said,
"Gracias Mama."
As he pulled out a bit of cum juice and saliva leaked onto my bare tit and rolled down to my belly.
"Si Papi," I answered as if I was a Latina girl.
I wiped the cum away with the back of my wrist and flung it into the darkness. I didn't want his cum to drip into my vagina. The other guy was still busy finger fucking me. I was very wet and that cum load would have added unneeded lube. I thought to myself,
"Thank God I have been on birth control pills since I was a teenager."
That was when his buddy abruptly stopped finger fucking me, stood up and rapidly jerked himself off. His exertion paid off quickly because he came with rocket blast of royal jelly right on my bare tits. His semen started dripping down my chest and he said a few things that I imagined were dirty words I didn't understand .
I had thought that the darkness was providing me with some semblance of privacy. I was as well oiled as a bucaki supplicant. When I opened my eyes, I could see that the black executive had wandered over to observe the goings on and was using an iPhone to illuminate my distress. I realized he was photographing me as well.
When Don Pedro, the name I made up for one of the Latin guys finally pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and moved away, the black guy moved in for the kill, he spoke very politely,
"Dear young lady, would you mind sucking my wang? I have no intention of m*****ing you if you are not willing?"
I felt like laughing. "What's a wang?" I mumbled, as part of the cum load dripping was dripping from my mouth.
"I'll show you." He had a high pitched voice for such a large man.
From his iPhone light I watched as he undid his belt and removed his pants. He carefully folded them and put them on a seat two over from me. Then he reached into his white boxer's underwear and pulled out his "wang."
In the darkness I hadn't seen the two latin k**s cocks, I'd felt them, but Mr. Charles, he later told his name, used the light of the iPhone to show off his very large cut penis. He was already excited and erect. The circumference of his "wang" was a normal, easily a little over an inch, but it was a good 8 inches long. I was amazed at how light the cock skin was and how red the crown of the penis head. Even in the dim light I was aware it was probably the most perfect beautiful penis I'd ever seen.
"Let me see your balls," a strange hungry voice echoed from my mouth as I reached into his draws with my right hand and found two perfectly round skin tight walnut sized testicals that were warm and moist to the touch. I pulled them out of his drawers so they hung magnificently beneath his penis. With my left hand I drew him closer. As I was seated and he was standing, his cock slipped right into my mouth. Of course every so often I'd try to slurp my long tongue out to tickle his balls, a trick a gigolo once taught me.
Oh my God did I relish sucking that cock for the longest time as he gently humped it deep and deeper down my throat. When I could begin to taste his pre-cum I pushed him far enough away so I could lean back in the plastic chair and lift my legs. My thong was long gone as I urged him forward.
He gripped both my legs helping to lift me into position. His cock was too high to make entry so I grabbed on to it and helped insert the stiffy into my vag. Oh my God did that feel good as my vag tightened around his long cock. Cock sucking is always fun, but I was ready to be fucked. I purposely contracted a few times as Mr. Charles plunged into me. A tight vagina is always appreciated.
Mr. Charles, with the wisdom of an older man, took his time fucking me. He pulled his cock almost out hitting my clit and then bucked in. I was gorged, but not only was his stiff dick enough to satisfy me, but an added extra were those big walnuts that kept smacking me right at the base of my vagina.
Mr. Charles was in no rush, but when his moment arrived he grabbed my ass tightly in his big hands as if it were a big basketball. He crushed me to him as his breath quickened and my fevered excitement matched his. With the first squirt of his fire hose I climaxed again, fully, and my vag went spastic in a fit of pleasure.
I moaned and tears welled up in my eyes, that fuck was so exquisite. Mr. Charles kept his piston rod plunging my depths, deeper than ever before, and even after he cum lubed me completely he didn't stop. His cock stayed rigid and he kept fucking me for at least another minute or two before his Louieville slugger began to shrink.
I like to believe that although I've played "catchup" successfully with more than one monster cock, his was not the biggest but it was the best. Of course Mr. Charles didn't wear a condom, as is the habit of most black men who've fucked me into the next world. Finally he pulled out, his cock semi-stiff and drooping, still sticking out of his cut out hole in his white undergarment and dripping cum.
He bent forward to pick up something. Then I realized it was my flowered thong, which he used to wipe off the sperm still oozing from his protuberance. He leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead, pinching my left nipple hard at the same time. Then his light went off.
I was exhausted and fell sideways on the seat, trying to recoup my energies, nearly exhausted by Mr. Charles. My eyes were still closed when some big hands gripped me and turned me upright. I realized in the darkness that it was the tall white guy, I call him Torpedo. I knew who he was when I reached up and felt his curly hair. He wasted no time, grabbing me by the ankles and lifted my legs . I was no longer in control, like a rag doll I let myself be arranged to his plan.
I waited for the thrust of Torpedo's cock in the darkness. I could feel it raw against my inner thighs as it approached my leaking vag. It was warm, hard and wet and he certainly wasn't wearing a condom. But no, it wasn't destined at that moment for my vag, he was now lifting me up so my plump ass hole was aligned with his cock's head and with a mighty shove, his wet cock, that he must have spit on, mingling with Mr. Charles' cum shot leakage, rasped my inner ass hole like a piece of wet sandpaper.
I screamed,
"What are you doing?" but he paid no attention.
Each thunderous bareback thrust cost me great pain, but I had no way to escape. I was afraid he would rip open my intestine. Slowly my internal juices began to flow and the fierce pain subsided.
"That's better Babe," Torpedo smirked, "just relax and let them ass juices flow."
It seemed he knew more about anal then I did. His in and out seemed to go on forever. I was hoping the lights would come on, but they never did. Finally, not having even climaxed, Torpedo pulled out of my butt hole.
His thick dick still hard and stiff. He lowered me a few inches and thinking he was done, I relaxed. But no, he was taking aim at my cunt. In one stroke he cut through Mr. Charles' giant cum load, and ripped into me with his fat naked cigar cock and was off to the races.
I don't remember any guy taking so long to get off inside me, it must have lasted another 20 minutes. Finally his moment arrived and he started making a funny noise as if he could not catch his breath. At that moment, he was moaning, and I could feel the hot injection, squirt after squirt of his fresh sperm fill me up. It was too much for my vag to contain. For a second I thought he'd pissed inside me but no, it was a monstrus cum shot.
Between the two guys who'd unloaded, there was no extra room inside me for their juice. When some guys cum, they may deposit a tablespoon or two but these guys must have dumped a half a pint of fresh sperm. Their cum intermingled. With Torpedo's final dicking, the glop just squirted out of me. It spilled between my legs and all over the seat and my mons venus. When he extracted his big thick dick, it was too dark to see it, but I could tell his big cock was at least as big as Mr. Charles, probably bigger and certainly wider.
Torpedo fucked me so deep, splitting my ass with that wood chopper of a cock. I felt that unpleasant hot feeling inside my ass that signifies that a butt fuck has drawn blood, not only that but for the next few days there were tiny traces of blood when I'd pee. I hadn't bled from my ass since the first time Tommy Hogan got me drunk and butt fucked me when I'd passed out in his basement playroom right on the pool table. This Torpedo guy really broke new ground, even tearing into whatever bled from my vagina.
At last he was finished. He never even thanked me.
"I opened you up from both ends bitch. You'll be nice and loose for the next guy who fucks you."
Then out of nowhere, as if to emphasize his comment, he smacked my face with his open hand and said,
"You are sumthin else you fuckin subway whore."
I had a new name for myself. I just kept quiet.
"Oh don't call her that," said Mr. Charles, who'd probably filmed my desperate situation.
"She's a sweetheart."
"Maybe for you old man, but for me she's just a butt fucking skank."
With that comment he wandered away, thankfully, after taking all I had to give and leaving me much worse off.
I rested there for a few minutes, damp with the men's sweat and cum sauces. My ass burned as did my pussy. I was resting. The forced sex and the darkness had made me drowsy.
Then, just as I was thinking my ordeal was over, I felt someone grab for my right nip. Then lips and teeth took over. I was now fully awake and opened my eyes, this guy was painfully biting my nipple. I managed to push his head away. I could see very little but something had a rotten smell. It was the homeless guy.
He didn't seem to speak complete words. He made odd hissing and clicking noises. He grabbed my head by my hair. I was frightened. He was very strong, I could not resist as he aggressively pulled my head to his waist. He may have been crazy but he knew what he wanted. He must have dropped his pants at some point. My face was pressed between his legs where my mouth found a tiny cock nestled there in a coarse bush of pubic hair. His penis was so small! His nuts were like peanuts.
I was forced forward with his heavy hand on the back of my head. I had no choice and found myself sucking his little cock and peanut balls all at the same time. As I sucked his penis grew from two soft inches to about four stiff ones when it was fully erect. His dick tasted awful. His pants smelled of piss and dirt. I didn't want him inside me, I figured once he came he'd be pacified and leave me alone.
I sucked his tiny cock quickly, like there was no tomorrow. His large paw kept pushing me to continue. Thanks to God he came quickly. It was a foul tasting gelatinous cum load that I had to spit out as soon as he pulled out of my mouth and released me. He mumbled something that sounded like, " Wove ouu."
Then he disappeared into the darkness of the Subway car.
The college k**, "Harvard" approached as soon as the homeless guy left whistling an unknown tune. This newly arrived stud had a plastic water bottle. He said,
"This will cool you off," and he poured the cold water on my head and it rained down my bare breasts.
"There you are, do you feel a little better? I didn't realize he was being sarcastic.
Actually it did clear my head. I was about to thank him when he lifted me up off the bench and spun me around, and shoved his stiff five inches and a half incher right in my butt. His aim was natural. He was so strong he lifted me into the air. My ass was sore but easily accommodated the smaller dick of the student who seemed in a hurry. His cock was a comfortable size, and I was still cum lubed so the entry wasn't too painful. I figured I could take it if I had too.
He fast fucked my ass, as if that was the only way he could proceed. By his breathing and the pulsations I could feel in my ass from his peter, I thought he was about ready to cum.
I realized my ass lips were spread a little wider and the pain from before seemed to be more bearable. I figured all "Harvard" wanted was a quick piece of ass. I was too tired to resist. I was sure it would be over soon.
Then to my surprise he pulled out of my butt, spun me around once more so I was facing him. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees on the dirty floor and jammed his dirty dick into my mouth. I guess after what I'd been through, my butt hole was none to clean. It was not as if I'd expected to get butt fucked on the way home and had prepared for it.
Now I had to I taste the fruits of my Subway misadventures. As he thrust himself feverishly into my mouth I could taste the cum and other nasty stuff from my butt hole. He pumped so hard that my lips were calloused and swollen for days afterwards. Then he grabbed the back of my head and got the nozzle of his Johnson right up to my epiglottis and shot his hot load down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. It happened so fast I was in shock.
He leaned in as he pulled out of my mouth and said in a loud voice so everyone could hear,
"Only a tramp like you would let a stranger fuck you in the ass and then give him a blow job to clean off his dirty dick. Does it taste good slut?"
He was laughing as he lifted me up on my trembling legs and pushed me back onto the wet seat. I began to cry. I sat there stunned. What kind of person would get off on humiliation like that? What choice did I have?
The dikey girl at that moment seemingly came to my aid, lifting me up from the dampness and finding me a dry seat. She found my bra but my thong must have been taken by one of the guy as a memento. My skirt had fallen to the ground but she folded it and laid it on the seat next to me.
"You sure gave those guys a show and a free treat."
"Yeah, I don't even know how it happened."
"Don't worry Honey, I'll take care of you."
She put her hand between my wet legs.
"Wow you sure are filled up."
"So Red, are you a lesbian?"
"No honey, I'm what they call a cum guzzler." And with that she parted my thighs and put her head between my legs. In 5 minutes time I was clean as the Popes whistle!
Here soft probing tongue felt good in my raw over fucked cunt, I just let her do her thing. I was hoping she'd rim me but she stuck to my pussy like a fly on sticky paper. As she finished me we could hear workmen outside the Subway car. They opened the door and shone lights into the car.
"Everyone ok in here?"
I said nothing. Red helped me put on my skirt before the workmen entered. They helped us off the car and guided us about 400 yards to the next station and up a series of cement steps. The guys who'd gang banged me seemed to have disappeared in the darkness. Red and I were safe and able to walk or wait forever for a taxi home.
So if you ask me, "Was I ****d?"
Well, no and yes. But as the orgy proceeded I guess, I was all for it to continue, I never resisted, but even if I had, I was overpowered. I might have been injured or worse. In the end I was just fucked over and over like a rag doll. Maybe my hormones kicked in and maybe my cunt couldn't get enough? I don't know, maybe it was all my fault, maybe I am a Subway slut?
Did I report the ****? Are you k**ding me? I tell myself on one hand, I'm waiting with bated breath for the next black out and next time I'm going commando. On the other hand it was dangerously exciting. I could have contracted who knows what disease, but I checked out ok at the Adult Clinic downtown. But is Subway sex gang bang what I really want or need?
Oh yeah, my thong was gone and I liked it. It had all different colored flowers on it, but I guess it was beat to shit and stolen, just as well. It was certainly, as they say--well fucked up, as was I.
I haven't had sex for a few weeks. I needed time to heal physically and mentally. The Chinese delivery boy must wonder why I didn't answer the doorbell. But if he rings it today, I'll probably let him in. He's clean and fast and big enough to leave a lasting impression for a few hours at least.
THE END
I thought they were kind of cute until they kept eyeing me and talking rapidly. I could tell they were talking about me, the "puta blanca con las tetas grandes." I know enough Spanish to figure that out. (the white bitch with the big tits). I didn't know whether to be insulted or complimented but when one of the guys touched his crotch with his pinky and with his second finger pointed at me. I just looked away. In retrospect I'd have to call on Don Tete and Don Cono based on their preferences.
There was a middle aged black guy a few seats away who looked like an executive, well dressed in a tan summer suit and thin tie, reading the evening newspaper. He had a brown textured leather briefcase that he held in his left hand . On his right wrist he wore a large gold colored watch with a white face that would flash as he turned the pages. He hardly ever looked up except to glance when we passed a station. He was the kind of well manicured man you would welcome into your neighborhood. Probably had a bunch of college bound k**s. He told me to call him Mr. Charles.
Standing a few feet away, hanging onto the overhead strap, was a clean cut college boy with a head full of curly hair. He was wearing a Harvard Tee shirt. He looked to be in his late twenties. I wondered if he actually went there or it was an artifice. I came to call him Torpedo for obvious reasons. He was about 5'10" wearing tight khaki shorts. Not the short ones the gay guys wear, but down to a few inches above his knees.
He smiled at me a few times but I just looked down. Every so often he touch his crotch as if it was a careless gesture but each time he did it, a protuberance underneath seemed to grow. I felt like laughing but in trying to hold back, I couldn't help grinning at him. When my grin slipped out he caught it and winked. I thoughtlessly nodded my head, too surprised to do anything else. I came to call him Torpedo because his actions were unexpected.
There was a homeless guy seated five or six seats down across from me. He was dark skinned, maybe from the Caribbean. At first glance I thought he might be retarded. His head was at an angle to his body and his eyes seemed unfocused. I figured he was planning to ride the subway all night so he'd have a place to sleep. His shoes were broken and a thick piece of black duct tape was strapped around them holding the sole to the upper. His brown soiled pants were loose and baggy with holes.
Instead of a belt he had a white electrical plastic cord passed through the belt loops and tied tight around his waist. His gray long sleeve shirt was stained and his dark uncut hair was headed in all directions. There was a curious oval of grey hair on the side of his head facing me. He had a scruffy beard and a mustache that melted into the unshaven whiskers on his face. He kept talking to himself or maybe he was singing but with the subway noise I couldn't figure it out. He seemed to be in his own fantasy world and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
A nice looking tall muscular young white guy seated to the far left. I'd call him Max. Maybe he was 23 or 24 years old, wearing shorts and a cut off tee shirt. He had a military buzz cut, a thick neck and a small anchor tattoo on his shoulder. He had rested a gym bag on his lap. I wasn't sure if he was coming from or going to the gym. He had a cigarette stuck over his ear and a small Christian medallion around his neck. Every so often he took a drink from a clear plastic water bottle. I had to admit, most women would have found him attractive. The ripped physique, the military manor, what's not to like?
He wasn't paying me any attention. I took my eyes off him fairly quickly. There was something hidden about him that I didn't want to know. Maybe he was just well manered or perhaps he was gay. I learned to my cocernation tha he was neither well manored or gay although his interest in anal might have qualified him as a bisexual? I'm told that guys into ass don't care if that ass is male or female and male is as easy to find as entering any gay bath house.
A dikey looking short gal with a big nose was seated to the left of me near the sliding door. She had a ridiculous dye job. Her hair was strawberry colored. She had a teardrop tattoo under her left eye. She was wearing a colorful blouse slit at the top so you could get a look at her cleavage. The blouse had big flowers on it. She had a piercing on one side of her nose that looked like a small golden sphere. From one nostril septum to the other was a silver piercing. She had a small pocketbook on a thin strap that went over her head. She was busy reading a paperback but I couldn't make out the title, Something by Daniel Steel. She was to surprise me, she looked dikey but she have other tastes.
I've learned you can't tell who or what people are by their outward appearance, another reason I don't do internet dating. I made my judgements but I was far from accurate. Wearing a Christian medal doesn't mean you are a Christian, and easy smile doesn't mean you have mercy, a downward glance doesn't mean you have piety. After all is said, when men have the opportunity to display their power over women, watch out. They will fuck you without a single thought. Just be glad they don't kill you after they fill your cunt with their seed!
So there I was on my way home. Never expecting the situation I was to find myself in moments later. Some of the passengers were looking up at the adverts or the electric sign showing the trains progress. The young Latin guys were scanning the other passengers. I was leaning back, fiddling with my button down white blouse and thinking of what I planned for the next day when the Fed Ex doorman came up to my apartment with an Amazon package I was expecting.
I figured I'd open the door in the nude and no doubt he'd come on in and fuck me like he's done before. On one occasion it was his co-worker but he must have been sent and told what to expect. I knew it was a set up but took advantage of him, insisting he eat me out before I let him fuck me. I would have showered first as I was a little ripe, but what the hell, he wanted to get laid so I pulled the strings and he got the taste. I let him use the bathroom afterwards and I could hear him loudly gargling for a while.He used up most of my mouthwash.
I was laughing to myself about that incident, when the lights in the Express 8th Avenue Subway car flickered a few times and went out. The car rolled on in the darkness coming to a stop somewhere in the tunnel between the 42nd street stop and 50th street. Stoppages with the lights out are not uncommon, but they usually last only 30 seconds. If more, the conductor will blurt some hard to understand garbled message over the intercom to explain the reason for the stoppage and how long the delay will be.
After about two minutes of darkness we began to suspect something was amiss, but that 3rd rail, which might still be charged can kill. The idea of opening the doors and climbing down into the dark tunnel and trying to walk out of this mess wasn't attractive.
A few more minutes into the blackout, all was quiet. That was when the two hispanic guys crossed over the aisle and sat on either side of me. Next thing I knew a hand from the right was grabbing my big breast and another hand from the left was going up my short skirt.
"Just be quiet honey, we ain't gonna hurt ya, just wanna fool around."
I didn't say anything although I was scared. I stupidly reflexively spread my thighs wider as if an invitation to let those fingers do the talking. My blouse was quickly unbuttoned by his friend and my bra unhooked. Before a minute passed my tit nip was being sucked and my thong panties were soaking from the fingers that curled under and quickly entered my pussy.
Then to my embarrassment the lights flickered on momentarily and my plight was now public. Then the lights went out for good. My titties are very sensitive to sucking. I can cum even without a finger or a dick in my holy hole.Within a few minutes I had climaxed twice from the excitement of being publicly two timed by these young guys.
Not surprisingly, having such an easy time of it, things got a little more complicated. The guy sucking my titties stood up, unzipped and stuffed his cock right into my mouth. What's a girl going to do. It was too late to say no, so I sucked it. It was sweaty and there was a bit of piss taste but maybe it was a testament to my skill as a cock sucker that in no time he came and that slug of cum washed away any other taste right down my throat. His cock was probably five inches long, an easy suck and not very fat. But his sperm shot was quite healthy, very fluid and I almost gagged on it but recovered. He said,
"Gracias Mama."
As he pulled out a bit of cum juice and saliva leaked onto my bare tit and rolled down to my belly.
"Si Papi," I answered as if I was a Latina girl.
I wiped the cum away with the back of my wrist and flung it into the darkness. I didn't want his cum to drip into my vagina. The other guy was still busy finger fucking me. I was very wet and that cum load would have added unneeded lube. I thought to myself,
"Thank God I have been on birth control pills since I was a teenager."
That was when his buddy abruptly stopped finger fucking me, stood up and rapidly jerked himself off. His exertion paid off quickly because he came with rocket blast of royal jelly right on my bare tits. His semen started dripping down my chest and he said a few things that I imagined were dirty words I didn't understand .
I had thought that the darkness was providing me with some semblance of privacy. I was as well oiled as a bucaki supplicant. When I opened my eyes, I could see that the black executive had wandered over to observe the goings on and was using an iPhone to illuminate my distress. I realized he was photographing me as well.
When Don Pedro, the name I made up for one of the Latin guys finally pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and moved away, the black guy moved in for the kill, he spoke very politely,
"Dear young lady, would you mind sucking my wang? I have no intention of m*****ing you if you are not willing?"
I felt like laughing. "What's a wang?" I mumbled, as part of the cum load dripping was dripping from my mouth.
"I'll show you." He had a high pitched voice for such a large man.
From his iPhone light I watched as he undid his belt and removed his pants. He carefully folded them and put them on a seat two over from me. Then he reached into his white boxer's underwear and pulled out his "wang."
In the darkness I hadn't seen the two latin k**s cocks, I'd felt them, but Mr. Charles, he later told his name, used the light of the iPhone to show off his very large cut penis. He was already excited and erect. The circumference of his "wang" was a normal, easily a little over an inch, but it was a good 8 inches long. I was amazed at how light the cock skin was and how red the crown of the penis head. Even in the dim light I was aware it was probably the most perfect beautiful penis I'd ever seen.
"Let me see your balls," a strange hungry voice echoed from my mouth as I reached into his draws with my right hand and found two perfectly round skin tight walnut sized testicals that were warm and moist to the touch. I pulled them out of his drawers so they hung magnificently beneath his penis. With my left hand I drew him closer. As I was seated and he was standing, his cock slipped right into my mouth. Of course every so often I'd try to slurp my long tongue out to tickle his balls, a trick a gigolo once taught me.
Oh my God did I relish sucking that cock for the longest time as he gently humped it deep and deeper down my throat. When I could begin to taste his pre-cum I pushed him far enough away so I could lean back in the plastic chair and lift my legs. My thong was long gone as I urged him forward.
He gripped both my legs helping to lift me into position. His cock was too high to make entry so I grabbed on to it and helped insert the stiffy into my vag. Oh my God did that feel good as my vag tightened around his long cock. Cock sucking is always fun, but I was ready to be fucked. I purposely contracted a few times as Mr. Charles plunged into me. A tight vagina is always appreciated.
Mr. Charles, with the wisdom of an older man, took his time fucking me. He pulled his cock almost out hitting my clit and then bucked in. I was gorged, but not only was his stiff dick enough to satisfy me, but an added extra were those big walnuts that kept smacking me right at the base of my vagina.
Mr. Charles was in no rush, but when his moment arrived he grabbed my ass tightly in his big hands as if it were a big basketball. He crushed me to him as his breath quickened and my fevered excitement matched his. With the first squirt of his fire hose I climaxed again, fully, and my vag went spastic in a fit of pleasure.
I moaned and tears welled up in my eyes, that fuck was so exquisite. Mr. Charles kept his piston rod plunging my depths, deeper than ever before, and even after he cum lubed me completely he didn't stop. His cock stayed rigid and he kept fucking me for at least another minute or two before his Louieville slugger began to shrink.
I like to believe that although I've played "catchup" successfully with more than one monster cock, his was not the biggest but it was the best. Of course Mr. Charles didn't wear a condom, as is the habit of most black men who've fucked me into the next world. Finally he pulled out, his cock semi-stiff and drooping, still sticking out of his cut out hole in his white undergarment and dripping cum.
He bent forward to pick up something. Then I realized it was my flowered thong, which he used to wipe off the sperm still oozing from his protuberance. He leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead, pinching my left nipple hard at the same time. Then his light went off.
I was exhausted and fell sideways on the seat, trying to recoup my energies, nearly exhausted by Mr. Charles. My eyes were still closed when some big hands gripped me and turned me upright. I realized in the darkness that it was the tall white guy, I call him Torpedo. I knew who he was when I reached up and felt his curly hair. He wasted no time, grabbing me by the ankles and lifted my legs . I was no longer in control, like a rag doll I let myself be arranged to his plan.
I waited for the thrust of Torpedo's cock in the darkness. I could feel it raw against my inner thighs as it approached my leaking vag. It was warm, hard and wet and he certainly wasn't wearing a condom. But no, it wasn't destined at that moment for my vag, he was now lifting me up so my plump ass hole was aligned with his cock's head and with a mighty shove, his wet cock, that he must have spit on, mingling with Mr. Charles' cum shot leakage, rasped my inner ass hole like a piece of wet sandpaper.
I screamed,
"What are you doing?" but he paid no attention.
Each thunderous bareback thrust cost me great pain, but I had no way to escape. I was afraid he would rip open my intestine. Slowly my internal juices began to flow and the fierce pain subsided.
"That's better Babe," Torpedo smirked, "just relax and let them ass juices flow."
It seemed he knew more about anal then I did. His in and out seemed to go on forever. I was hoping the lights would come on, but they never did. Finally, not having even climaxed, Torpedo pulled out of my butt hole.
His thick dick still hard and stiff. He lowered me a few inches and thinking he was done, I relaxed. But no, he was taking aim at my cunt. In one stroke he cut through Mr. Charles' giant cum load, and ripped into me with his fat naked cigar cock and was off to the races.
I don't remember any guy taking so long to get off inside me, it must have lasted another 20 minutes. Finally his moment arrived and he started making a funny noise as if he could not catch his breath. At that moment, he was moaning, and I could feel the hot injection, squirt after squirt of his fresh sperm fill me up. It was too much for my vag to contain. For a second I thought he'd pissed inside me but no, it was a monstrus cum shot.
Between the two guys who'd unloaded, there was no extra room inside me for their juice. When some guys cum, they may deposit a tablespoon or two but these guys must have dumped a half a pint of fresh sperm. Their cum intermingled. With Torpedo's final dicking, the glop just squirted out of me. It spilled between my legs and all over the seat and my mons venus. When he extracted his big thick dick, it was too dark to see it, but I could tell his big cock was at least as big as Mr. Charles, probably bigger and certainly wider.
Torpedo fucked me so deep, splitting my ass with that wood chopper of a cock. I felt that unpleasant hot feeling inside my ass that signifies that a butt fuck has drawn blood, not only that but for the next few days there were tiny traces of blood when I'd pee. I hadn't bled from my ass since the first time Tommy Hogan got me drunk and butt fucked me when I'd passed out in his basement playroom right on the pool table. This Torpedo guy really broke new ground, even tearing into whatever bled from my vagina.
At last he was finished. He never even thanked me.
"I opened you up from both ends bitch. You'll be nice and loose for the next guy who fucks you."
Then out of nowhere, as if to emphasize his comment, he smacked my face with his open hand and said,
"You are sumthin else you fuckin subway whore."
I had a new name for myself. I just kept quiet.
"Oh don't call her that," said Mr. Charles, who'd probably filmed my desperate situation.
"She's a sweetheart."
"Maybe for you old man, but for me she's just a butt fucking skank."
With that comment he wandered away, thankfully, after taking all I had to give and leaving me much worse off.
I rested there for a few minutes, damp with the men's sweat and cum sauces. My ass burned as did my pussy. I was resting. The forced sex and the darkness had made me drowsy.
Then, just as I was thinking my ordeal was over, I felt someone grab for my right nip. Then lips and teeth took over. I was now fully awake and opened my eyes, this guy was painfully biting my nipple. I managed to push his head away. I could see very little but something had a rotten smell. It was the homeless guy.
He didn't seem to speak complete words. He made odd hissing and clicking noises. He grabbed my head by my hair. I was frightened. He was very strong, I could not resist as he aggressively pulled my head to his waist. He may have been crazy but he knew what he wanted. He must have dropped his pants at some point. My face was pressed between his legs where my mouth found a tiny cock nestled there in a coarse bush of pubic hair. His penis was so small! His nuts were like peanuts.
I was forced forward with his heavy hand on the back of my head. I had no choice and found myself sucking his little cock and peanut balls all at the same time. As I sucked his penis grew from two soft inches to about four stiff ones when it was fully erect. His dick tasted awful. His pants smelled of piss and dirt. I didn't want him inside me, I figured once he came he'd be pacified and leave me alone.
I sucked his tiny cock quickly, like there was no tomorrow. His large paw kept pushing me to continue. Thanks to God he came quickly. It was a foul tasting gelatinous cum load that I had to spit out as soon as he pulled out of my mouth and released me. He mumbled something that sounded like, " Wove ouu."
Then he disappeared into the darkness of the Subway car.
The college k**, "Harvard" approached as soon as the homeless guy left whistling an unknown tune. This newly arrived stud had a plastic water bottle. He said,
"This will cool you off," and he poured the cold water on my head and it rained down my bare breasts.
"There you are, do you feel a little better? I didn't realize he was being sarcastic.
Actually it did clear my head. I was about to thank him when he lifted me up off the bench and spun me around, and shoved his stiff five inches and a half incher right in my butt. His aim was natural. He was so strong he lifted me into the air. My ass was sore but easily accommodated the smaller dick of the student who seemed in a hurry. His cock was a comfortable size, and I was still cum lubed so the entry wasn't too painful. I figured I could take it if I had too.
He fast fucked my ass, as if that was the only way he could proceed. By his breathing and the pulsations I could feel in my ass from his peter, I thought he was about ready to cum.
I realized my ass lips were spread a little wider and the pain from before seemed to be more bearable. I figured all "Harvard" wanted was a quick piece of ass. I was too tired to resist. I was sure it would be over soon.
Then to my surprise he pulled out of my butt, spun me around once more so I was facing him. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees on the dirty floor and jammed his dirty dick into my mouth. I guess after what I'd been through, my butt hole was none to clean. It was not as if I'd expected to get butt fucked on the way home and had prepared for it.
Now I had to I taste the fruits of my Subway misadventures. As he thrust himself feverishly into my mouth I could taste the cum and other nasty stuff from my butt hole. He pumped so hard that my lips were calloused and swollen for days afterwards. Then he grabbed the back of my head and got the nozzle of his Johnson right up to my epiglottis and shot his hot load down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. It happened so fast I was in shock.
He leaned in as he pulled out of my mouth and said in a loud voice so everyone could hear,
"Only a tramp like you would let a stranger fuck you in the ass and then give him a blow job to clean off his dirty dick. Does it taste good slut?"
He was laughing as he lifted me up on my trembling legs and pushed me back onto the wet seat. I began to cry. I sat there stunned. What kind of person would get off on humiliation like that? What choice did I have?
The dikey girl at that moment seemingly came to my aid, lifting me up from the dampness and finding me a dry seat. She found my bra but my thong must have been taken by one of the guy as a memento. My skirt had fallen to the ground but she folded it and laid it on the seat next to me.
"You sure gave those guys a show and a free treat."
"Yeah, I don't even know how it happened."
"Don't worry Honey, I'll take care of you."
She put her hand between my wet legs.
"Wow you sure are filled up."
"So Red, are you a lesbian?"
"No honey, I'm what they call a cum guzzler." And with that she parted my thighs and put her head between my legs. In 5 minutes time I was clean as the Popes whistle!
Here soft probing tongue felt good in my raw over fucked cunt, I just let her do her thing. I was hoping she'd rim me but she stuck to my pussy like a fly on sticky paper. As she finished me we could hear workmen outside the Subway car. They opened the door and shone lights into the car.
"Everyone ok in here?"
I said nothing. Red helped me put on my skirt before the workmen entered. They helped us off the car and guided us about 400 yards to the next station and up a series of cement steps. The guys who'd gang banged me seemed to have disappeared in the darkness. Red and I were safe and able to walk or wait forever for a taxi home.
So if you ask me, "Was I ****d?"
Well, no and yes. But as the orgy proceeded I guess, I was all for it to continue, I never resisted, but even if I had, I was overpowered. I might have been injured or worse. In the end I was just fucked over and over like a rag doll. Maybe my hormones kicked in and maybe my cunt couldn't get enough? I don't know, maybe it was all my fault, maybe I am a Subway slut?
Did I report the ****? Are you k**ding me? I tell myself on one hand, I'm waiting with bated breath for the next black out and next time I'm going commando. On the other hand it was dangerously exciting. I could have contracted who knows what disease, but I checked out ok at the Adult Clinic downtown. But is Subway sex gang bang what I really want or need?
Oh yeah, my thong was gone and I liked it. It had all different colored flowers on it, but I guess it was beat to shit and stolen, just as well. It was certainly, as they say--well fucked up, as was I.
I haven't had sex for a few weeks. I needed time to heal physically and mentally. The Chinese delivery boy must wonder why I didn't answer the doorbell. But if he rings it today, I'll probably let him in. He's clean and fast and big enough to leave a lasting impression for a few hours at least.
THE END
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