10 comments/ 165293 views/ 193 favorites Train Girl By: huntsman29 ************************************ Authors note: My wife has been nagging me for some time now to write an erotic fiction story. It is not my usual writing genre and so I hope that you enjoy it. This story does involve a scene of forced or reluctant sex, and so if this is something you find offensive stop reading now. I will not bother to answer complaints from people that ignored this warning. Also please note I do not condone in any shape or form non-consensual sexual conduct of any kind. As a work of fiction or role-play done inside of a consensual relationship it is fine, but without consent it is a crime and unacceptable. ************************************ The train platform was already a bustling hive of activity when Setsuko stepped on to it, even though she was quite early for the train herself. Men, women and children were all waiting patiently and calmly for the train, as was the Japanese way. Normally she would have joined the waiting throng of people, or looked out for some of her friends to stand and wait with, but as she was feeing somewhat bored she wondered along the platform to stretch her legs before the fairly long and dull train ride ahead of her. As she walked along she tugged absently at the side of her skirt, fruitlessly attempting to pull it a little lower – something she unconsciously did a lot these days. The skirt stubbornly – as was usual thanks to her rounded hips – refused to move any lower. Letting out a huff of frustration at it she turned to study her likeness being reflected in a metal surface attached to one of the station walls. She gazed at herself for a moment in the slightly distorted image the unpolished metal showed her, and took a few seconds to flick part of her straight, raven-black hair over her shoulder. It was long down her back, just past her scapula, layered to her collar at the sides and a fringe cut to fall just below her eyebrows, which often got in the way of her soft, dark brown eyes. Setsuko was pretty by the standards of most people, but her looks hadn't always given her the best of times due to her being of mixed-race, with a Japanese father and English mother, which had led to some issues of bullying in school. She mostly looked Japanese, but had a slightly lighter skin tone, an ass that was directly from her mother's curves and some aspects around her nose and eyes that hinted at her mixed heritage. She was dressed in her school uniform that consisted of a dark navy blue blazer that buttoned together in the middle with three round silver buttons, which she was wearing over a plain white button down blouse and a plain white bra that held her well-rounded and firm 32BB breasts. The outfit was finished off with knee high black socks, dark maroon shoes and a black and white plaid pleated skirt that was still the victim of her repeated, fruitless tugging. Setsuko's mother had bought the uniform for her when she was sixteen, just before she entered senior high school, but now at eighteen and entering her last few months of school the skirt was no longer such a great fit. It had been around mid-thigh on her when it was purchased, and despite the fact she was still fairly short – even by Japanese standards at just over 4ft 9in – she had grown an inch and a half in the last two years. With her shy nature this now put the skirt uncomfortably high on her legs – at least in her opinion. The train pulling into the station snapped Setsuko from her visual and internal reflection, and she realised with a little start that she had wondered all the way to the end of the platform. She knew this was not a good thing as she looked around and saw that there weren't any women in the group of commuters she was stood with. The trains in Tokyo were notorious for perverts that liked to grope young women, and while Setsuko had never had it happen to her, it had too many of her friends. In fact if you got through high school without having been touched in some way or other you were going to find yourself in the minority rather than the majority. Glancing back along the platform she realised that she would not be able to make her way back to where the other students from her school tended to board the train. There were just too many people in the way to make it easy to manoeuvre her way back there before the train would leave again. Seeing that she had little choice, Setsuko, joined the people waiting by her and was swept in along with them as they piled into the last carriage. She was so small that she was like a cork being driven by an ocean swell, with little choice of where her final destination inside the train car would be. In the end when the people stopped moving this turned out to be near the back of the carriage. People were on either side of her in close proximity, while behind her someone was pressed quite tightly against her, and finally she was facing one of the carriage windows so closely that she was all but pinned up against it. Setsuko was only still for a few moments before the train doors shut with a soft swoosh and the train started to pull out of the station. She always enjoyed the train journey, as she found that the rattle of the carriages, the rhythmic duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun sound the train wheels made over the tracks, and even the close press of bodies on the train comforting. Sometimes the combination of all these things had nearly made her drift off to sleep – even when she was standing up – while on journeys to and from school. The first few minutes of the journey passed uneventfully, but then as the train car rocked slightly she felt something bump against her behind for the briefest moment. She tensed a little at the contact, but didn't panic, as it was not so uncommon in the pressed jumble of bodies to have accidental touching when the carriages swayed around. However, being so unusually alone with no friends there for support, she did feel a little more exposed than was normal. Just as she was starting to relax again the bumping touch came again – once, twice and then a third time. This time Setsuko knew it wasn't an accident, as it hadn't been in time with the movement of the carriage. She could even tell it felt like the back of someone's hand, and most likely the person right behind her. She froze, suddenly frightened and sharply alert to any more movement that might come. Seconds passed like minutes and she wasn't surprised when the hand touched her again, but her breath was stolen by the fact that this time her left ass cheek was boldly cupped by a firm hand. And the hand didn't stop at just that, as it started to massage, squeeze, fondle and stroke over her skirt covered rear. On one movement his fingers even lightly touched skin on the back of her upper thigh and she was caught off guard as it caused a tingle to race right up the length of her spine and goose bumps to flourish where the fingers had so briefly touched flesh. This confused her a little, but she decided it was a reaction to the revulsion she should feel over the fact some pervert was groping her bottom. But she couldn't deny there was also just a little twinge of excitement as well. Setsuko was trying to decide what she should do about the hand on her arse cheek, but even as she was thinking the man's right hand came round her side and with calm confidence landed on her right breast, and then began to knead and squeeze the firm but pliant flesh. This put her brain back into a spin, as she just had no idea how she should best act. This whole thing was just so far outside of her experience. She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but the people either side of her had their backs to her and she was too short for anyone else to see in the tight pack of bodies around her. Her lack of familiarity with this type of situation was not just limited to being groped either, as so far she had no involvement with men at all. Her father had forbidden her from dating any boys until she was finished with high school, and she had always been obedient to his wishes. She wasn't totally innocent of course having experimented often with her own fingers, and was only technically a virgin after an over-exuberant incident with a candle – something a friend had suggested she try – had ripped her hymen in a rush of pain and gush of blood some three months ago. It had been nearly four weeks before she had relented to that same friend's pressure to try it again, and this time with far more satisfying results that had left her breathless and sated holding a very wet candlestick. It was perhaps this very lack of experience that was causing, Setsuko, the most difficulty as she had been a hormone bomb of pent-up sexual energy for the best part of two years now, and had fantasied so many times about what it would feel like to have a man's hands touching her in all her intimate places. And now on a public train at rush hour that was exactly what was happening to her. Even as she looked down at the hand on her breast the other hand that had been on her butt cheek came around her side and started an equal action on her left breast, and Setsuko blushed deeply as she realised her nipples were now hard inside her bra, and worse she could feel the familiar warm tingle of arousal starting in her loins and up into her stomach. She knew she should be fighting this feeling, but while her mind was reeling her body was responding to the stimulation, and she didn't know how she could stop him. She hadn't been brought up to make scenes in public, it wasn't the done thing. Not to mention women in Japan were raised to be somewhat subservient to men, and Setsuko had always been rather submissive in general, even with friends. Setsuko just stood like a rabbit caught in car headlights as she watched the man's hands hypnotically as they continued their assault on her breasts. She noticed that his hands were strong, with long slender fingers, but also that they looked like they were the hands of an older man. She also noted he was wearing what appeared to be an expensive suit, judging by the dark blue material, and a white shirt underneath it. She watched trancelike as his hands moved from her tits and with quick ease opened the three buttons on the front of her blazer before starting to pull up and untuck her shirt from her skirt. Then with a quick motion he pulled her blouse up with both hands until it was bunched up under her chin, exposing her bra-clad breasts to anyone that happened to look. For the first time Setsuko reacted physically and raised her hands to rest on top of his, trying to get him to pull her shirt back down, scared that someone would see her in such an embarrassing condition. "Relax, pretty girl, I'm going to make you feel wonderful," said a soft, husky voice coming from a mouth that was suddenly up close enough to her right ear that no one else would have heard over the sounds of the train. Setsuko hesitated for several moments with her hands holding lightly to his as they continued to rub slowly over her increasingly sensitive tits, and then she meekly removed her hands from his and lowered them back to her sides, though the fact her fists were tightly clenched showed she was far from relaxing. Her friends had sometimes said she had no backbone, but up till this point she honestly hadn't realised just how submissive she was. She knew that she had pretty much just waved the white flag of surrender to what he wanted to do, and she also knew that she wasn't the only one that would recognize what her hands removal meant. The pervert's hands took full advantage of their found freedom and pulled the bra cups of both breasts lower so that both of her small, dark areolas and equally dark, erect nipples came out into the air. His fingers then started to tease, caress, flick, and even lightly pinch on her nipples causing Setsuko to groan softly at this attention to her always highly sensitive nubs. She closed her eyes partly due to the pleasure that was radiating in her breasts and from somewhat lower down as well, and partly so that she wouldn't have to see if someone noticed what she was letting happen. Why am I letting this happen to me? It feels nice, but it's wrong. This man is a pervert molesting me, how can I be enjoying it? What does that make me? ... His willing slut? Setsuko found her own thoughts confusing, and that last question to her utter shame had not disgusted her, but instead shot an instant new flush of heat down to her pantie covered mound. She didn't understand the conflicting emotions running riot through her mind and body. Revulsion, shame, embarrassment, fear, arousal, need and desire were but a few of those and she couldn't comprehend how she could be feeling such contradictory things at the same time. Setsuko was shaken from her thoughts as she felt her skirt move and realised that there was only one hand on her left breast. Her eyes flicked open just in time to see the man's right hand grip the hem of her skirt, right in the middle at the front, and then smoothly and quickly lift it up level with the waistband of her panties. He paused for only a second, placing his hand palm down flat against her belly, and then slid it under the waistband and down to lewdly cup the soft curs of her black-haired pussy with his fingers. As the fingers grabbed her, Setsuko, let out a startled squeak that could have been confused for the sound a mouse might make if you stepped on it. She then involuntarily rose up on her tiptoes and thrust her hips backwards away from the invading hand touching her in so intimate a spot. Unfortunately all this did was press her ass into the pervert's groin, and despite her inexperience, she was not so naïve as to not know that the hard lump that was suddenly pressed in the cleft of her butt was his very hard cock. Nor did it get her away from his hand that just followed her movements. He held her in place firmly now with his arms, as he pulled roughly down on her bra to fully expose her breasts that were held high and proud by the bra cups now tucked beneath the swells of her young tits. Her nipples were painfully erect and she shuddered slightly when his left hand returned to her left breast and started to firmly grope and squeeze it. At the same time he started to grind slowly against her ass cheeks with his cock, while his middle finger started to trace softly over the outer lips of her labia. Despite her fears, embarrassment and shame, Setsuko, couldn't help it that for a brief moment a mental picture of the hard penis rubbing at her not being so restricted by clothing, but instead entering her virgin vagina to fuck her. Her face went crimson again instantly at the lewd thought, and she tried to dismiss it. The finger that had started its exploration of her labia pressed in deeper, parting the outer lips, stroking casually over the inner lips, and finally starting to tease around the muscled ring of her virginal entry. The finger traced slowly in a circle, mapping her opening, then pressing softly in a little, retreating back out, and then repeating several times. Setsuko moaned softly, and found that her hips were moving back and forth as her bodies desires overtook the rational side of her and tried to encourage that finger to explore deeper. The finger didn't oblige her though, but instead worked upwards to her clit that was still hiding in its protective hood. That changed quickly when his lithe fingers started to rub and tease over her clit, coaxing it to swell and rise from its hiding place. He was clearly no novice with a woman's body, and Setsuko couldn't help but let a soft moan escape her lips, her head drooping to her chest and her pussy beginning to get majorly wet in response to his skilful hands. Suddenly his left hand left her breast – much to her dismay – and reached down to grasp her left wrist. She wasn't sure what he was doing until he pulled her hand back behind her back and turned her hand so that her palm was facing towards him, and then pressed it up against the hard cock hiding behind the material of his trousers. It distracted her from what he was doing to her pussy, and she didn't know what she was supposed to do. Part of her wanted to just pull her hand away from the alien thing that she could actually feel pulsing under her hand. But, another part of her, and maybe the slightly larger part was deeply curious about something that had been in her fantasies for so long now. While she had no personal experience to draw on in this situation, some of her friends were not as innocent, a couple of them as far from innocent as Setsuko thought you could get – and those girls loved to gossip. So even if she had never performed any type of sex act with a man she certainly knew what they all were, and how to perform them, at least in theory. With an uncharacteristic act of bravery, or devilry – undoubtedly inspired by her arousal – she gently squeezed the large bulge, and moved her hand briefly up and down on its length. She was surprised when she heard a soft moan of approval from behind her. He likes it! He's hard like this because of me, Setsuko reasoned, and felt oddly quite flattered. It feels so much thicker than the candle – does it really fit inside someone? ... Maybe even inside me? Setsuko knew of course that a cock would indeed fit, but she flushed once again as that mental picture re-ran itself in a flash of images in her head. She could clearly imagine this hard cock in her hand entering her as she was bent forward for it, and this time the dirty thought was not so easy to dismiss, regardless of where all of this was happening. No-one appeared to have noticed yet what was going on, though she suspected those close to her where aware now, but were just ignoring them as if she and her pervert were invisible objects. Even as Setsuko was getting mentally adjusted to the fact she was touching a cock for the first time – all be it through clothing – the man had stopped rubbing her clit, and pulled his hand out from her underwear. He leaned right up against her and she could feel his breath hot up against her neck as he took both of his hands and started to run them with feather light touches up the sides of her thighs. He traced up the sides slowly, stopping just under her skirt, then down the front of them, up the back of them, dragging his nails slowly all the way up both legs until he reached her ass. The feeling of it made the skin on her legs prickle with goose pimples, and her clitoris to throb almost painfully she was so turned on by it. Then on one of his movements up the sides of her thighs he went all the way to her hips, taking her skirt along with it, and then in a smooth motion gripped her panties and pulled them quickly down her legs until they were resting just over her knees. Setsuko was shocked by this exposure, even though her tits had been out on display now for many minutes, but her intimate centre on show seemed too much and she reached for them with both hands. He must have expected her to do this though, and he was ready and quick to grab both of her hands at the wrists and prevented her from moving down to pull her panties back up again. He pushed her hands back down to her sides, and when he let go of them she meekly didn't go for the lowered underwear again, much as she had submitted to him from the beginning of this. With her passive once more he pulled the skirt back up at the front and once again stroked at her clitoris with the fingers of his right hand, and Setsuko found her arousal come quickly back in full force. He worked with care, feeling her movements, hearing any soft groans she made that signalled how she liked to be touched and where exactly she was most sensitive. Oh, he is too good at this, she mentally moaned, and her pussy that was now starting to wet her own thighs seemed to agree wholeheartedly. If he keeps this up much longer he is going to make me orgasm. Train Girl The teasing fingers suddenly stopped their devilish work on her clit and Setsuko breathed quietly, "Oh please, don't stop," before she could stop the words coming out of her mouth. This was greeted from the face so close behind her with a soft chuckle, but no further answer other than his fingers moving lower down to the entrance to her vagina. Setsuko had known she was wet already, but it wasn't until the man pushed her hips forward with his own and pushed his ring and middle fingers into her heated depths with a very audible wet squelch. The fast and hard intrusion took Setsuko's breath away for a moment, but not half as much as a few seconds later as his seeking fingers found her G-spot. She had never explored inside herself before, and had no idea what it was that he had suddenly started to rub consistently as he thrust his two digits in and out of her slick passage – but she did know it felt amazing. Her breathing started to get fast and shallow, and her heart started to beat so fast and loud that it sounded to her like it was beating somewhere up inside her eardrums rather than down in her chest. She could feel a sensation unlike anything she had felt before, and she really wasn't quite sure what was happening. Oh no he is going to make me cum ... I think. I'll be so shamed, I can't do this. No wait ... it feels like I have to pee. I have to tell him to stop. It was too late though, as his fingers were pounding into her tight pussy making an obscene wet sound like the noise a plunger might make on a blocked drain in a sink full of water. I can't stop, it's going to happen. Oh no ... oh ... ooooh, I'm ... fucking cuumiiing! She mentally screamed the last two words, and then her head – at least metaphorically – exploded. Those last two words had nearly ripped themselves out of her mouth as a verbal shriek, but she bit down on her lip to hold them in as an orgasm like no other in her life tore through her body. It started high up like the shockwave of an earthquake, and then drove down through her abdomen in a tsunami of her own heated liquid. At the same time her clitoris seemed to send an explosion of electricity to arc to every nerve in her body. It raced down through her legs, causing her upper thighs to shake uncontrollably, and shooting up through her torso causing the muscles in her stomach to contract hard and tight as she spasmed back and forth violently. She had her eyes pressed tightly shut, her brow furrowed, chin clenched firmly, and ears that no longer heard anything but the crashing thump of her own heart. The torrent of juices tore down the passage of her vagina and erupted out passed the still plunging fingers, as if they were no more of a hindrance than a child's finger trying to plug a hole in a bursting dam. The fiery cum soaked the stranger's hand, drenched her panties that were still stretched wide by her spread knees, and splashed plentifully and audibly on the carriage floor as she squirted, sprayed and dripped her orgasmic fluids from her wracked body like a human geyser. Setsuko lost track of time and even of her surroundings, and couldn't tell how long her climax lasted for – it could have been seconds or even minutes for all she knew. In fact she was shocked when her brain started working properly again to find that she was on her knees, with her ass on the floor between her feet, and no recollection of how she had ended up down there – not to mention horrified as she realised she was sat in a wet puddle of her own cum juice. The floor felt rough on her knees and the cum was cold on her ass cheeks, but she really didn't trust her legs to support her enough to stand back up right now, as her thighs were still shaking involuntarily. Then, Setsuko, felt hands grip on both of her shoulders, and forward pressure was exerted on her right shoulder and a pulling motion on her left as she was encouraged to turn around. She was nervous about this, as she wasn't sure she wanted to see the man that had molested her, even if he had just made her cum epically. But turn she did, though she kept her head down, eyes lowered, fearful to see what he might look like. After all how much worse would this be if he was freak-show ugly she had to think even as she was slowly spun round on the spot. However, keeping her eyes lowered might have seemed like a good idea at first, but when she was fully around she realised with shock that she was eye level with a naked, and still very hard prick only a scant few inches away. Her first thought when facing the evidence of his ardour bobbing up and down slightly to the pulse of his heart was to turn away, but she just couldn't seem to drag her eyes off it right away. It was the first one she had seen – certainly in the flesh and in this condition and this close – and she was quite spellbound, if very nervous as well. It was the kind of fascination you got when passing a car crash, when you know you shouldn't look but you just can't help doing so. And so she stared at it, transfixed. It was about seven inches in length and quite thick, certainly bigger than his two fingers had been in girth – larger than her candle for that matter too, and both of those had felt tight in her inexperienced pussy. Shit, what the hell is wrong with me? I see his thing and I'm thinking what kind of fit it might be for my pussy. And I'm thinking it on my knees, half undressed in a pool of cum, and all in a train carriage full of strangers. I'm still a good girl – aren't I? Setsuko really didn't like the question to herself, or more likely that she didn't want to dwell too long on what the answer might be. Even now looking at this erect flesh extension of his arousal for her she knew that he wasn't done with her yet, and the heated glow she had worn so often already rose again to her face, as she realised that not only wouldn't she fight him, but was fairly sure she wasn't ready to be done with just yet either – regardless of the countless reasons she should be. With that moment of clarity she couldn't stop herself from nervously glancing up to see the face of her ... lover? She was right about him being mature, as he appeared to be in his late forties, which made him even older than her own father, Setsuko, noted with some distress. Still, she mused, at least he wasn't freak show ugly. In fact he was quite handsome despite his age, with a sharp-featured and firm-jawed face, dark hair with slight grey streaks down both sides, and hard, intelligent dark brown eyes that even now were penetrating hers so deeply it caused a little shiver down her spine. While still looking at her the man then took his hands off her shoulders and moved his left hand to her face to lightly stroke her cheek, while his right hand moved to his cock, and Setsuko looked back down to it on reflex to see him starting to rub it in his hand. He wasn't circumcised and so as he stroked it, Setsuko, saw the purple head vanish and reappear as he moved back and forth along its length. She couldn't help but watch his dick like it was performing some kind of magic trick, and noted with mute fascination that the slit in the dark head was seeping clear fluid, making the bulbous pre-cum slick head shine slightly in the carriage lighting. His hand on her cheek moved softly to the back of Setsuko's head, bunching her hair in his grasp as he did, giving her a ponytail mane down her back, and then slowly pulled her head towards him. Oh ... he wants me to suck his cock, Setsuko thought with mild shock, a mix of emotions running through her. She had borderline fear of the unknown act urging her to pull her head away, combined with a rather lust-fuelled arousal that was making her actually feel hunger to do exactly what he was offering her. Even as she didn't' resist his pull and his cockhead reached her lips she wasn't sure which emotional state was going to win the battle. As his cock reached her lips though, Setsuko, realised that turning away would not be an easy task due to the tight hold the man had on her hair. Oddly she found that the tight grip on her hair – that actually hurt her scalp a little bit – didn't make her feel threatened, but for a reason she couldn't understand right now his control over her head like this further enflamed her arousal. Even with his control on her head he didn't try to push his cock into her mouth, but instead rubbed slowly back and forth across her lips, letting her feel the hot tip as it coated her lips in a thin line of his pre-ejaculatory juice. She could even taste it through her closed lips and was pleasantly startled to find out that it had a somewhat sweet flavour. Setsuko saw what he was doing, or at least guessed. He was letting her decide to accept him or not, and with a sudden wanton surge she parted her lips and let the head of his cock slip into her warm mouth. Wow, I've actually got a cock in my mouth! It feels so warm and hard, and it really doesn't taste bad at all, Setsuko thought as she tentatively tried sucking on the tip of it, and as the man gently rocked it in and out a little. Fuck ... I wonder if anyone can see me doing this. I'm pretty closed in here, but maybe someone can see through all the legs from somewhere. What would they be thinking if they can furtively observe me? Will they be disgusted and think me some shameless whore, or will they watch me sucking his dick and be getting off on it themselves? She was a little amused being so normally shy that neither of those two outcomes turned her off in the slightest, but actually seemed to add more fuel to her already stoked lust. Setsuko started to focus on the immediate task at hand, as the man started to push his cock in and out a little faster and deeper into the confines of her heated mouth. She moved her tongue slightly, more to put it in a better position than to lick his shaft, but when he let out a little moan of pleasure she recognised that moving her tongue against his cock would be a good thing. So as she sucked she also started to lick and massage the underside of his erection with her tongue, and Setsuko was pleased when he gripped her hair tighter still and let out more soft groans of appreciation. She was really thrilled, and a little amazed that she was really enjoying this, as she had thought that giving a blowjob would be just pleasure for the man, but this was really turning her on as well. She wasn't sure if it was because it was a new experience, or if it was because she was enjoying knowing it was her actions that were causing his gratification, but whatever it was, she liked it and it was increasing the flow of liquid to her already wet snatch. As her tongue action improved his arousal gained momentum it seemed, as his thrusts in her mouth became firmer and deeper, Setsuko's mouth started to liberally coat his cock with her spittle. Then on one push in he touched the back of her throat, causing her to gag, place her hands on his thighs quickly and push back away from him a bit. But he pushed forward again, and once more causing her to gag slightly and retreat away from him, worried she may puke if she didn't. He stopped his thrusting then, pulled his saliva coated prick from her sucking mouth, and leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Treat it like food. Relax your throat, swallow, and breathe through your nose." He then stood and quickly pushed his cock back into her still willing mouth. Of course! That's what she meant about deep-throating, Setsuko thought with a burst of sudden realisation about a conversation she had loosely been a part of a few weeks previously. She had been with a group of girls, and one of them – not one of her immediate circle of friends – had been talking about how she had deep-throated her boyfriend. Setsuko hadn't known what she had meant by this term at the time, but hadn't wanted to look foolish in front of a group of people that seemed to be well aware of what it was this girl was on about, and so she had just listened and kept her mouth shut as much as possible. Now though she understood what it meant, and it seemed she was about to gain some first-hand experience of the act. The cock in her mouth began to push deeper again, and the man cupped her chin with his right hand and tilted her face up to look into his eyes. Setsuko felt more naked and vulnerable under his gaze, but she was also suddenly determined to try and do a good job, as she honestly didn't want to suck – the pun fully intended – at the art of fellatio. So as he reached the entry to her throat this time she focused on relaxing her muscles, and as she started to gag a little she swallowed and even pushed forward a bit as well to meet his probing member. To her utter amazement and a not so small amount of terror, she suddenly found herself pressed to his suit jacket with her nose and his trousers with her chin, feeling her neck bulging around his thick prick buried to the hilt down her supple throat. Setsuko's moment of panic caused her throat to clench and she felt herself start to gag hard, but she managed physically swallow the gag, and mentally swallow her fear as she forced her throat to relax again. The gagging passed and even though it wasn't totally comfortable having his cock all the way down her virgin oesophagus she found she could hold it there while still being able to breathe through her nose. He held her with his cock buried for a few seconds and then pulled all the way out until his meat was back in just her mouth, with his cockhead resting on her tongue, coating it in some more of his pre-cum. He then placed his right hand towards the back of her head where he was holding her hair with his left hand, and then started to pump his cock slowly in and out of her mouth, with each thrust either going part the way, or all the way down her throat. If she had known she was lucky to have a weak gag reflex she would have been glad, as he now had complete control of her head and the depth to which his prick would penetrate her willing mouth. The man increased the pace of his thrusts, pushing with his hips and pulling on Setsuko's head in equal measure, forcing his prick hard and deep now with each thrust. Setsuko felt a little shame at the realisation that he was using her mouth like it was nothing more than a warm and wet hole there to pleasure his penis, but at the same time that same fact was very arousing for some reason. She could see the look of sheer pleasure on his face; hear it in his groans as she toyed with his prick with her tongue, and even feel it in the pulsing hardness of his cock as it plunged in and out of her. With his hastened rutting pace the noise from Setsuko increased as well, with small gagging sounds and a wet sloshing sound that was like a mini version of the sound his fingers had made before when he had finger-banged her wet cunt. Setsuko was amazed at how much spit she seemed to be producing. In fact there was so much she couldn't keep it in her mouth and it was starting to pour out of her mouth, down off her chin, and was starting to soak her shirt and her exposed tits. On every pull back of his cockhead more fluid just drooled out of her mouth in a mini waterfall of spittle that Setsuko found partly gross and partly sexy as hell. Setsuko knelt there on the floor for nearly two minutes taking the forceful face-fucking, and she could then feel and hear that it sounded like he might be getting close to cumming, and to her surprise she started sucking harder, licking at his cock with earnest and meeting his thrusts as she urged him on to his climax. She had never tasted cum of course, but she had heard the girls at school discuss the matter as with most of the other sex acts, and she had been curious about the fact that the girls that had let a guy fill their mouths seemed split on if they liked it or not. Setsuko found at this moment she was really inquisitive about what side of that debate she herself stood. And as such she was suddenly disappointed when the cock was pulled clear of her mouth to hang in front of her face dripping her spit from its head, and with a long white trail of it that hung between them in the air, attached from the tip of his spit covered prick to connect with her still dripping lips. For a moment or two Setsuko was confused and thought perhaps he had cum already. She had heard a girl say her boyfriend had once cum and she had swallowed it without noticing, but as she couldn't taste anything at all she thought this might not be the case here. She felt even more sure when her pervert lover reached down, grabbed her underneath each arm and lifted her with gentle ease to her feet. He then turned her around on the spot so that she was facing away from him, and then putting his right hand between her shoulder blades encouraged her to bend forwards. And she meekly, or more accurately, eagerly and meekly complied with his direction until her chest was pressed up against the window. Setsuko had forgotten about the window up until this point, and couldn't help but wonder how many stations had the express train already flashed past, and had people on the platforms caught a momentary glimpse of her? It didn't matter she realised, or at least at this point she was beyond caring, much like she no longer cared about the people in the carriage with her. If they all turned around to watch her she didn't think that she would do anything to stop him even if she could – she was well past the point of no return now. The man took hold of both of Setsuko's hands and brought them back to her arse cheeks and placed them palm down on each cheek with his hands on top of hers. He then gripped hers in his and pulled outwards, spreading her arse apart. Setsuko got the message and so when he let go of her hands she kept herself widely spread for him as she supported her weight with her face and tits against the cold glass of the train window. Her heart was beating fast as she did it, knowing what was going to come next. This is it, I'm going to lose my virginity, and with so many people here, even if most of them have no idea what's happening to me. And she knew that this was true, she could hear someone a few feet away discussing the fact he was expecting it to rain today, and not talking about the half-naked girl nearby. She nearly had to laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing seemed that she was about to be screwed a few feet away from totally oblivious people. Setsuko jumped slightly as she felt the still wet cock brush up against her skin in the cleft between her spread buttocks. He trailed it up and down the valley, slowly passing over her arsehole and down nearly to her pussy lips, but not quite before he moved back up again. He repeated this three times before he stopped with his cockhead pressed against her puckered anal opening. He didn't push, but just held himself there for a few seconds. He moved up and down again twice more as he adjusted himself, but again he came back to stop with his cock against her arsehole, but this time he pressed forward with an even but not to forceful pressure. Even so Setsuko could feel her spread hole starting to give in to the pressure, and knew if he didn't stop his cock would gain entry. Oh God, is he going to do me in the butt? Surely I'm not going to get fucked in the arse before I even get it in my pussy? What the hell do I do? Stop him? Let him? She was really confused about what to do. She knew two girls that had done anal sex with guys before, one of whom didn't enjoy it at all, but the other said she had first done it because she was horny during her time of the month, but after a couple of times had really started to like it. In fact she enjoyed it so much that she did it even when it wasn't her time of the month now. Setsuko breathed a sigh of relief as his cock stopped pressing and he started stroking up and down again – maybe she didn't have to decide after all. However, when he stopped again for the third time at her arsehole she felt sure that this time if he pushed she would get to find out if she liked it in her rear-end or not. But in that moment she got a flash thought that maybe he was only going there because she was too short for him to get to her pussy, and he was teasing her that he would take her arse if she didn't give him her pussy. Train Girl Fucking bastard wants me to give it up to him, to finish my surrender by offering myself up for his cock. ... Fuck it, I'm actually going to do it aren't I? I really am a damn slut! Setsuko had made her choice, but even though she did want it she couldn't help but blush as she hoisted the metaphorical white flag at the same time as she raised herself up on her toes, arched her back, and felt his prick slide down from the entry to her arse to the entrance to her pussy instead. Then she took a deep breath and waited – nervous energy making her legs and arms shake slightly as she did so. She knew that this perverted man would be the man she would have to remember for the rest of her life, but she also knew she was ok with that, even if she damn well shouldn't be. Setsuko felt her soon to be violator's hands as he placed them on her hips, and then felt him start to press insistently, but slowly forwards. She remembered how only a short while ago she had thought that his thick prick would struggle to enter her, but she was so turned on, and so wet from all that had happened already, that his push parted her lubricated lips easily and a soft moan escaped her mouth as the head slipped inside. For a few heartbeats he held there with just the head inside her, and then with no warning he pushed the full-length of himself into her warm depths in a smooth, firm motion that caused Setsuko to gasp out loud. She could feel every inch of him as he pushed out the walls of her tight virgin cunt, causing her to feel a combination of pressure and pleasure inside the likes of which she had never known before. She could even feel the heat of his rigid shaft as he penetrated into the heart of her own heated sex. Even as Setsuko was starting to adjust to the new sensations occurring inside her the man grabbed her more firmly by her hips and started to slowly thrust himself in and out of her. She turned her face so that her right cheek was pressed against the carriage window, raised her hands and pressed them palm down either side of her head for support and then closed her eyes, letting herself just ... feel. And what she was feeling was wonderful. He started to fuck her harder then, and Setsuko found herself meeting the faster lunges of his hips with thrusts of her own to meet him, causing her arse to crash into his pubic bone with meaty slaps. She could feel and hear her wetness now as his prick started to truly churn her moist insides, and Setsuko suddenly realised she was starting to let loose with fairly loud high-pitched gasps and moans, which she quickly clamped off by pressing her own hand over her mouth. Good god – he was making her feel so good! Setsuko's perverted lover banged his cock into her with forceful, steady paced thrusts that caused her chest to slide up and down the window of the train, sparking mini-bursts of pleasure as the cold glass rubbed her nipples back and forth. As he pounded into her his balls slapped rhythmically against her clit driving Setsuko crazy, with only her still present hand stopping her cries giving voice to her pleasure. Setsuko could feel another climax building quickly now as he shoved himself into her hard enough that she wondered if she might have a bruised arse tomorrow from the impact of their bodies. She groaned in frustration though when he abruptly pulled out from inside her, leaving her feeling oddly empty, which struck her briefly as odd considering that was its normal state. Suddenly she was spun round and the man bent down and pulled her underwear down her legs and lifted one foot at a time to take them fully off. He then stood back up, put her panties into the pocket of his suit jacket. He grabbed Setsuko's right leg at the knee with his left hand, hooking it around behind her leg and lifting it up until her leg was high in the air with her knee pointing at the ceiling and her foot dangling towards the floor. Her hips were pulled forward then as he circled her around the waist with his right hand, and then just as suddenly as she had been empty of cock she was filled with it again in a hard stab of his eager prick. He wasted no time and started to drive into Setsuko again, his pubic bone banging into her clit in rapid succession as his head dipped down to her breasts to suck on the nipple of her left breast. Setsuko let her head fall back against the window, her eyes rolling up to look at the ceiling as her mouth dropped open in a loud gasp of utter pleasure at the sensations that were assaulting her sensitive body parts simultaneously. She could feel her orgasm coming on again, but a sudden thought passed through her head, and before she could even decide if it was a good idea or not she acted on it. She reached up with her hands that had been hanging loosely at her sides and grabbed the man's head firmly pulling him away from her breasts and up towards her head. As soon as he came up level with her face she lent in and kissed him. At first it was a light peck, then another, followed quickly by a firmer press of her lips to his. Setsuko felt his lips part, and hers followed suit. She felt his tongue wet and warm at her lips, passing through them and into her mouth, and her tongue was quick and eager to meet it. It seemed strange that she had done so much and yet this was her first kiss, and to anyone that looked it might have looked weird or perverted seeing this schoolgirl kissing a mature man as he fucked her hard, but Setsuko was in a totally blissful place and the kiss was wonderful. And as she shared her first kiss with her first lover her body shuddered through a brief but intense orgasm that had her standing leg wobbling dangerously. He must have felt her wobble as he reached down and hooked her trembling left leg with his right hand in the same manner he had with her right leg and lifted her clean off the ground. He pressed her legs forward until her thighs were nearly against Setsuko's own body and the lower half of her legs dangled over his arms. As they continued to kiss passionately he reached down and grabbed her butt cheeks, one in each hand. He clenched them tightly in his hands, tight enough that she wondered if she would have hand imprints for some time to come. The stranger then pulled and spread her pussy and arsehole wide, pressed her back hard into the carriage window and slowly pumped in and out of her post-orgasmic cunt. As she recovered from her climax he started to bang into Setsuko's pussy again with more resolve, building his pace steadily. Setsuko in turn wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, helping to support her weight. She broke the kiss within a few moments though as she found the new position seemed to be pressing him hard on to that same spot he had hit inside her with his fingers before. The sensations his cock was causing had her breath coming in gasps too short to maintain a kiss. So she tucked her head in beside his, her lips near his neck as he started to fuck her harder and faster driving her quickly towards yet another sexual peak. The stranger was now ramming into Setsuko faster and harder than at any other point and she could hear his breathing getting more ragged and fast and she knew instinctively that he was close to cumming himself, but she was going to get there first. Her body started to tense and then – catching her almost by surprise – that bomb went off inside her again and she came hard. Juices flooded down from deep inside her in a torrent that sprayed out from her under the pressure caused by the cock that was now pistoning in and out of her so rapidly. Setsuko's clit and pussy suddenly became ultrasensitive mid-orgasm and she wanted him to stop fucking her because the pleasure was almost bordering on pain, but she couldn't form the words through her ragged panting and his frenetic fucking. Setsuko wanted to scream as his continued pounding rubbed her clit maddeningly and forced her climax to continue longer and longer, past what she thought she could bear. She brought her fist to her mouth, biting down on it to prevent a scream of pleasure, or pain from flying out of her mouth, while at the same time her pussy was voiding her body's fluids with every hard fucking thrust of the rock hard penis being slammed into her. Finally her biblical climax started to fade, letting her clenched muscles finally relax, but even as she did the man's hammering plunges into her sopping wet depths reached a crescendo and he suddenly lowered her downwards. With her legs still unable to do very much at all she allowed herself to be lowered to the floor, and even as she reached the floor she felt him grip her across the crown of her head, tilting her face up towards him. As Setsuko raised her eyes to look at the man that had just screwed her pussy into submission she saw him jerking his cock rapidly with his other hand. His fist was moving so fast along his length that it made the one-eyed monster appear to be blinking at her. Even in her dazed state she knew what was coming – quite literally – and yet as he moaned, froze in his movements and spurted the first jet of hot cum from his cockhead, which splashed in a line from her forehead to the tip of her nose she was still surprised by it. The shock of it caused her to involuntarily close her eyes and she missed seeing the second spurt of his hot liquid as it landed in a line from her left cheekbone to the top of her upper lip. She surely felt it though as it started to run wet and sticky down her cheek. Setsuko got her eyes open in time to see the third shot hit over her nose and all over her parted lips, giving her the first taste of a mans seed. It was not as bad as she had expected, somewhere between bitter and sweet, but not unpleasant at all. The fourth jet was weaker and landed on her chin and dripped off her upturned face to run down her throat, and then as it did he pressed his cock to her mouth, pushing inside so that the final spurt of his orgasm coated her tongue. With his orgasm spent the man placed his other hand on Setsuko's head and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth and throat slowly, cleaning his prick off with her spit. She was pleasantly surprised to note that the thick liquid of her own cum juice that coated his softening shaft actually tasted better than his seed had, and she had no qualms in sucking gently on him to clean him off. Once he was satisfied the stranger pulled his cock out of her mouth and he took his right hand off her head and dipped it into the front right hand pocket of his suit jacket, coming out with his mobile phone. He opened it and pointed it at Setsuko, held her head up to face him and then there was a click as he took a photograph of her face still dripping with his cum. He put the phone away and pulled out a card and a pen, wrote something on it quickly and then reached down to stuff it into the top pocket on Setsuko's school jacket. He then stood up, tucked his now limp penis back into his pants and turned around away from Setsuko. Setsuko sat there feeling a little stunned at what had happened, and a little humiliated and used as well, but finding that oddly arousing at the same time. She sat there for nearly half a minute, her clothes still in disarray as she tried to get her body to work again properly. Finally her legs started to stop shaking from her climax and just in time as the train's public address system announced that her station was coming up. She jumped up quickly, pulled her bra up and her shirt down. She pulled her skirt down and for a moment looked for her underwear until she remembered he had taken them, and so instead she buttoned up her jacket just as the train pulled into the station and the doors opened. Setsuko was in such a rush to get off the train that it wasn't until she was out on the platform that she realised she still had cum all over her face, that even now was dripping off her nose and chin. She ducked her head down in shame that people could well have seen her disgraced face. She pulled her hair around her hoping to hide it more and rushed towards one of the stations public bathrooms to get herself cleaned up. Even as she hurried across the platform though a small smile found its way onto her lips, and she found herself thinking about the card he had shoved into her pocket. What did it say? She also wondered if she might see the pervert again – and deep down she hoped she would!