My First Forbidden Ride: Sodomized in the Packed Metro
5:30 PM. RER metro station. Chaos everywhere. Strike day. Only one line running. Packed platforms. Sweaty bodies shoving. I finally squeeze into the wagon. Pushed tight against a man, 30s maybe, behind me. Another in front, Johnny Depp lookalike, smirking.
Train jerks forward. Bodies sway. Heat rises. My short dark blue skirt clings. Then I feel it. Something hard pressing between my ass cheeks. Not the train’s rattle. Intentional. Rhythmic. My heart pounds. I try to ignore. But it pulses harder. Front guy’s eyes lock on mine. Pressure echoes forward.
The Approach: Tension Builds in the Heat
“The jolts,” I mutter, cheeks burning. He hums. Doors open. Crowd surges. I spread my legs for balance. Worse. More exposed. Back guy’s thrusts grow bolder. Front now presses a bulge against my pussy. “The jolts,” he echoes. “Not unpleasant sometimes.”
I look away. Trapped between pervs. Back presses insist. Front whispers, “Stop, or I’ll fuck you.” “It’s the guy behind…” “Profiting? Wait.” “No!” Heat floods me. His smile wicked. “You feel it good?” “Yes…” “Grab it.”
“No, you’re crazy.” His stare pierces. “You want it. Grab.” Pulse races. Crowd shifts. My hand slips down. Touches the bulge. Firm. Hot. “Now jerk me.” Fog in my head. Train rocks. I spread wider. Back hand snakes under skirt. Fingers probe my thong. Wet already.
Eyes shut. I stroke him slow. His hand joins mine. Zipper rasps. Cock out. Thick. Velvety. “Jerk it.” Back fingers part my lips. “Slut, you’re soaked.” Two fingers slide in pussy. One presses asshole. Legs shake. Two men. Metro hell. I pump faster.
“Gentle, hurts.” Back growls, “Filthy slut jerking him.” Stop. Crowd crush. Pinned in corner. His cock throbs in my palm. Train lurches. Back finger invades ass. Stretching. “He’s fingering you?” “Yes… front back…” “Like it?” Silence. “Answer.” “Yes… two front, one back…”
The Instant: Raw Penetration and Ecstasy
He grins. “Want his cock up your ass?” “Don’t know…” He leans, whispers to back. Words lost: “fuck her ass… slut.” Fingers withdraw. Hot head nudges my hole. Panic. “No…” Front kisses me hard. Cock in hand. Pressure builds. Gland pops in. I gasp.
Doors. Surge. We fuse. Train rolls. He sinks deep. Slow. Brutal tender. Full. Magical pause. Then thrusts. Loving. Savage. Best anal ever. Public. Dirty. I kiss front furious. Jerk wild. His cum floods my ass sudden. I speed up. He spurts in my hand sticky.
I climb high. Unspent. Train stops. Back cock softens, plops out. Hand slick. I keep stroking front. “Enough!” Back slips paper in pocket. Train moves. Cum smell mixes sweat. Frustrated. Dirty. Want touch. Clean.
Next stop. Back peels away. New body, woman’s curves. Front: “Get off next, near home. Come.” “No… thanks.” “Your number.” “Yours.” Card given. “Call.” “Yes.” He bolts into crowd. I wipe hand. Legs jelly. Heart slows. Lost station. Squeeze to door. Pushed out. Gare du Nord.
Outside madness. Cafe. Wash up. Mirror stare. Unreal. Two numbers in purse. Keep? Toss? Pocket. Shower crave. Innocence shattered. Horizons wide. Addictive rush lingers.
