Kaiko’s typically dull and otherwise uneventful home trip on the evening train would soon become deliciously derailed.

The city-central commuter train platform quickly beamed with swarms of similarly dressed people in variances of red-and-blue supporters’ regalia.

‘Must have been a game on tonight,’ crossed her mind, but by the time she noticed how large the crowd was, it was too late to tack course. She desperately needed her bed and just wanted to head on home after a long, suck-ass-type-of-day.  

Immediately irked at being surrounded by the raucous horde, she watched in dismay how her going-home-carriage quickly teemed to capacity with loud-singing, beer-swigging sports fans.

In a last-ditch escape attempt, she rowed backwards with her arms through the moving mass, thinking she would rather wait for the next train with hopefully a fewer people. But much like one would be dragged along the current of a raging river, she soon found herself ushered onto the carriage and tightly sardined between a barrage of burly bodies.

As the crowded cattle-stampede settled, her annoyance teetered on the edge of total meltdown. Her day had not been anything but a pain since she woke up this morning and this was the icing on a shit show day.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focussed on embracing the moment.  A technique she picked up from one of her morning-trip podcast sessions. She felt her body relax when she stopped fighting the crowd. She noticed how her mood morphed from anger and anxiety into a heightened sense of awareness. Of how she felt in her space.

She discovered the sensual intimacy of her proximity to the people around her. The variety of body parts, of various sizes and densities, that pressed tightly against her. Poking and prodding at her body. Heated rubbing touches.

She would normally feel quite claustrophobic amongst so many people. Being so close would make her very uncomfortable.  Like at the checkout lines when she goes shopping. When people would invade her personal space. She hates that.

But now her open-heeled shoes were wedged in between someone else’s feet, and her exposed ankle rubbed against that person’s shin when she raised her foot. Knees pressed up against her thighs and elbows edged into her sides. The smell of beer and sweat panged into her nostrils, coupled with undertone whiffs of an overly sweet cologne.  

Both her arms were tightly squeezed against her, clutching her bag on one side and the other pressed up against her stomach.

She didn’t feel uncomfortable or ‘touched’ in any way, although she was quite aware of something hard that was pressing against her left butt cheek, but did not think much of it. Until it started moving.

An apparent cheeky finger was moving, no wait, clawing at her skirt. Rubbing down and up along the bottom lines of where her shapely curved ass met to straight of her leg.

Delightful darts of electricity tickled wildly across her abdomen.

But her heart raced anxiously in the realisation-moment when she tried to turn around to face the fucker who was feeling her up.

She was trapped. Tightly surrounded. No, more stuffed between a hoard of male bodies and any attempt to move, to turn or to get away proved pitifully unsuccessful.

Her head turned backwards, cursing loudly at the belligerent bastard who was defiling her. But the methodical finger continued tickling along her backside. And by now, a very sensitive butt at that. Her body shivered when the cloth-separated-contact was suddenly exchanged for the naked skin of the warm fondling fingers finding their way underneath her skirt.

Drowned out protests of “Hey, stop!” and “uh-uhhh!” faded into the raucous carriage, and none of the passengers around her took any interest in the clandestine and indecent pestering she was made to endure.

She had to admit, though, those flickering bolts of electricity made their way right into her groin. More like right into her clit which she could feel peeling open as it swelled against the lacy lingerie while those searching fingers pried at her ass, tugging the cheeks apart in search of her clammy folds.

Another “no” was uttered feebly while the fingers proceeded to wriggle, actually more like shovelled into her unsuspecting holes. The open-mouth gasp for air reflected a true appreciation of just how turned on she was in this moment.

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. Flustered and probably blushing, because she had never been naked in public before, even less so for having sex in front of a group of strangers. Yet here she was, immersed in the moment of being immensely aroused by the unsolicited attention.

 ‘In public!’

Fat fingers continued fucking her. Grinding and digging at will. Eyes closed, her head fell backwards to expose her neck, onto which she could feel the warm breath of her assailant. Her juices were ceremoniously liberated and dribbled down her bare legs while additional fingers were added inside her hot and welcoming holes.

She would have sworn that she could smell herself.

Moist, musky mangled scents of her engorged-clit-cunt and fingered ass clung to her palate causing an impulsive tongue to slide along it.  

Swirling her aromas around her mouth, she smiled at the thought of others who would savour her sex flavours too. How turned on they’d become. How they would writhe their aroused bodies against hers.

Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth, and she had to stop from piercing the flesh as she succumbed to her lust. Her assailant was still unknown. Yet fantastically familiar with her swollen, slippery finger-sexed cavities. And dexterous too, she discovered, when her aching clit was suddenly pulverised by a rough thumb.

Her breath shortened and fell shallow under the relentless clit drubbing that followed.

She desperately yearned to scream yet held back in an attempt to avoid any unwanted attention from the tightly packed crowd around her. But when she arched her butt backwards, secretly needing to drive those delicious digits deeper into her, it triggered the first orgasm which buckled her at the knees. Her powerful protagonist held her like a ventriloquist dummy while her body shuddered ecstatically on it.

Chaotic, climaxing thoughts fluttered into the distance as her mind returned to the train carriage. She felt her hand wrapped around a hardening cock. Reaching out with the other hand, she traced the body until it reached the face of an older man in front of her. His gaze transfixed on her heaving chest while fondling her exposed breast. She looked down at her open blouse and the grey bearded passenger who was pinching her nipples while she milked his engorged dick.

Hordes of horny hands groped at her fleshy buttocks and thighs, ripping the sordidly soaked cotton briefs from her body. She threw her head back, tilted to one side in search of her predator’s mouth.  

She felt his hot breath on her neck. His tongue as it was dragged up along it. Her hair was tightly gripped in his fist, which he twisted further to sink his tongue into her open mouth.

"C’mon then, darlin’… Your cunt wants it, doesn’t it? Slide that big cock in there then,“ he breathed into her ear.

She was suspended once again. Raised off from the floor by the hands of multiple fondling fingers, that pulled her legs apart while she tugged grey beard’s cock closer until the hard rod unceremoniously slammed into her dripping puss.   

An ardent cry escaped her throttled throat as she came again from the thick cock fucking her while salacious hands slithered all over her body.

 Pinching nipples.

Squeezing tits.

Rubbing clit.

Fingering asshole.

Grey beard pulled out his pulsating, veined covered cock and squirted thick globs of semen onto her exposed belly and half-undone blouse. Hardly done rubbing himself off on her shirt, was he absorbed by the mingling mass and replaced by another.

‘Another. Stranger’s. Cock.’

‘What the fuck, Keiko!’

Her eyes rolled back, crying out in an exhaled gasp at the size of the extra-large, dark-skinned dick which drilled deep into her, stretching her creamy cunt like it’s never been stretched before.

She stopped counting when the fourth cock was pounding her cum-filled chasm. All while waves of incredible orgasms rippled through her. If fuck heaven existed, she was soaring through it like a goddamned phoenix!

But when an intensely hot, stabbing ache pulled her back into the present, she immediately realised this was her fingering assailant’s cock that was now fully buried deep inside her ass.

‘Double drilled by two unknown men,’ she lamented while her body rocked rhythmically.

“Your asshole is for me only,” she heard her predator’s husky voice in her ear before his mouth found hers. She bucked herself into her two stiff rods and sucked lustingly at her man’s tongue until she felt his hot jizz being pumped deep into her ass.

Soaked, slippery cocks suddenly slid out of her semen filled holes and disappeared into the mangling crowded mess when the train came to a halt and the doors opened.

Still shivering and shaking, she tried to cling onto the handlebar above but the cum coated fingers simply slipped off and she collapsed onto the floor. Bent over, sitting on her knees, she watched semen dripping onto the floor from her stretched holes.

A man leaned over her.

“Are you OK, miss?”

She looked up at a conductor-looking man.

“I think so,” she replied under her breath while he helped her to her feet. Pulling her dishevelled clothes back into place and trying to make her hair look decent, she felt shy in front of the elderly man, who looked concernedly at her.

With wobbly legs she hobbled off the carriage and started her walk home, all the while contemplating what she had just experienced. Traces of post-orgasmic remnants caused her body to shudder uncontrollably and bring her to a halt, each time catching herself smiling at the thoughts which triggered the spasms.  

‘This could well be… No! This was the most intense ever.’

‘A debauched cum-fest.’

‘I feel so dirty.’

‘I feel so fucked.’

‘My whole body is aching!’   

She stopped suddenly and giggled nervously at her realisation.

‘How am I ever going to top this?’ she contemplated.