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Subject: {ASSM} Teen Train Molestation (Mf, nc-reluc, mast)
Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2003 23:10:04 -0500
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TEEN TRAIN MOLESTATION

(Mf, nc-reluc, mast)

By Courtney Sweet
http://erotic.stories.by.courtney-sweet.com/

I was only fourteen years old when it happened; I had to catch the train
home from school later than usual during peak hour for those traveling home
from work.  The train was packed so full I had to take my school bag off my
shoulder so I could fit in the carriage only to stand in the crush, my
breasts were pushed up against the back of the woman in front of me and
there were people either side and to the rear of me.

I couldn't move and to keep my balance braced my legs in an open position
with my large heavy school bag between my feet on the floor.  The school
uniform I wore consisted of a rather short check skirt and a white blouse,
the cool air wafting between my legs was quite welcome in the stifling heat
of the overcrowded carriage.

As the train started picking up speed I realized I had caught the express
train and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the trip would be shorter
than usual and I would be out of the crush sooner rather than later.

That was when it happened; I felt a warm hand brush against the cheek of my
ass through my skirt.  I couldn't move from where I stood or turn around
even as I turned my head I couldn't discern who had the wandering hand and
decided to pretend I didn't feel it.

Again the soft brush against my now tensed buttocks, it was rather pleasant
and obviously whoever it was didn't realize what they were doing in the
crush of the crowd.  I stood quite still the gentle brush became a fondling
grope of my buttock through the material of my skirt.

Then the hand lifted the hem sliding up my skirt and between my ass cheeks,
caressing me between my legs through the thin material of my panties.  I
caught my breath in surprise, the feeling between my legs was tingling and
pleasurable and although I knew this was wickedly naughty I kept quite still
as the fingers rubbed my moist crack until my panties were quite wet.

The fingers slid my panties aside and fondled the folds of my sex, they felt
cool against the wet heat of my pussy and I could feel them slide inside my
vagina lips and across the sensitive point of my clitoris.  I caught my
breath again as the pleasure pangs bolted through my pussy, the excitement
of being felt up in this way more than I could bear.

My pussy was slippery with hot juice and my hips moved back and forth with
the sway of the train across the fingers that were turning me on so much.  I
felt the feeling grow more and more intense within my hole; I desperately
wanted to feel those fingers to push inside my cunt.  I felt so hot, so
horny, so wicked I wondered if the owner of the fingers was having as much
of a good time as I was, I hoped so.

I didn't have to wait long until I felt one finger slip up inside, the hot
opening enveloping the finger until it was inside me as far as it would go.
I was breathing a little heavier and I could feel sweat upon my brow, I kept
staring straight ahead as another finger pushed inside me along with the
first.

I felt my hole grip the fingers as they moved in and out of me with
increasing speed, I felt myself cum my hole squeezing and clamping with a
knee numbing trembling feeling that made my mouth go dry.  I had cum into
the hand of someone I didn't even know; I had no idea of what they looked
like or if they were female or male, although I was pretty sure they were
male because of their thickness.

I still didn't dare look behind me, my trembling pussy sucking on the
fingers still plunging in and out of the slippery darkness of my insides.  I
knew it wouldn't take long before I came again and the fingers slid out of
me and started to flicker across my rock hard clitoris until I felt like
crying out with pleasure.  I was juicing like an over ripe fruit, I could
feel the fingers against my hot pussy were covered in my slippery excretions
but I didn't care.

The fingers worked hard against me and I had to bite my lip to stop from
moaning out loud with the increasing pressure of the orgasmic feeling
building inside me.  The hand in my panties moved back slightly and thrust
up my hole again, I was pretty sure it was three fingers this time and my
knees nearly gave way with the pleasure.

The fingers worked my hole, my slippery horny hole filled with some stranger
's fingers on an overcrowded train; I hoped no one had noticed what was
happening to me as the onslaught of another orgasm started to cause my body
to quiver.  I held on to the overhead-suspended handle with both hands to
steady myself my knuckles going white with the pressure, the fingers fucking
my slippery cunt never stopped, they wiggled deep inside my hole while I
came and came until I thought I would pee if it continued much longer.

Part of the excitement was because I knew I was being so wickedly naughty by
just letting this happen to me and part was because it felt so fucking good
I didn't want to stop it, the fact that I didn't know who was molesting me
also added to the excitement as my cunt hole held on tightly to the fingers
invading it's quivering depths.

The train started to slow down and I felt the anonymous fingers withdraw
from my swollen slippery hole, it stroked back and forth across my
cum-soaked crack from the clit right back to my ass gently a few times as if
trying to soothe it.  I sighed softly as the hand vacated my panties and let
my skirt drop back down.

As I picked up my bag I felt the gentle caress upon my buttock again then
nothing until the train stopped and I made my way through the crush to the
door.  As I stepped out I took a deep breath of fresh air, my knees were
still feeling weak and my mouth was parched.

I looked back over my shoulder at the window by where I had been standing,
the crowd inside was still quite thick, and there was no way of telling who
had been the owner of the fingers that had made my train ride home so
sexually enlightening.  I walked home from the station my panties saturated
and the tops of my thighs sliding against each other lubricated with a thick
layer of my juices that had started to soak through my panties.

I caught the late train often after that, hoping that by some slim chance I
might come across the owner of the anonymous fingers again.  I never did,
but I did get to keep a very sexy memory from my youth that I fantasized
about often in the following years.

(C) Courtney Sweet 2001


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