#Tween
By LittleLucy
The public subway was always the best way to find the attention I always so desperately craved.
By the time I was ten years old, I’d lost my virginity in what many of my guidance counselors and therapists had deemed a “deeply traumatic,” way. They also bent over backwards to reassure me that my feelings towards it were perfectly normal, if a little misguided, and that there was no “wrong” reaction to what had happened to me at my classmate’s birthday party.
My parents, on the other hand, would probably disagree, if they ever paid any attention beyond the optics of having a perfect little family. As it was, they didn’t really pay me any mind beyond being more of the concept of having a daughter. For example; they never saw the dangers in letting me ride the public subway alone.
I guess they felt it was safe enough during the work day, that the tube was crowded and full of people i could should for help from. They just never considered that I didn’t *need* help and that I *liked* the perverts that stalked the rails. Especially on such a crowded train car, like my ride home from school yesterday afternoon.
Like most days, I followed the large throngs of people down into the subway, tucked between strangers in my little school uniform and purple backpack. By the time I made it through the doors, all the seats were taken but I was used to that by now. In fact, on such a crowded car, I always found it less crowded in one or the corners by the window, so I made my way there. A few people smiled as i squeezed through but for the most part, I was just as invisible as everyone else, as long as i didn’t make too much noise or bring attention to myself.
I’m not sure how long it took exactly before I felt a man stand right against my back. It wasn’t unusual enough for me to look up so, admittedly, he could have been there a while. With each sway of the train or little imperfection of the track had the people swaying inside subtly. Had this man pressing into my back a little more. What finally did get my attention was the bulge I could feel pressing against my back, and the next time he swayed forward, he didn’t pull back. If anything, he pressed forward a little more intently, starting to slowly *rub* himself against me.
My eyes flicked up to the window, seeing our reflection in the glass as the wall of the tunnel whizzed by. The man was big compared to me and entirely average looking – he could have been one of the dads from school. Glasses, a bit of a gut, nice clothes, and a stubbly face that smiled at my own reflection. When I smiled back, he rubbed up and down my back slowly but more purposefully now, a large hand curling over my little shoulder as he did so.
Again, I wasn’t a virgin by then, and my attitude towards this kid of stuff was… “misguided but not wrong,” and so I felt myself pressing back into him as i blushed. Barely, I could hear the man groan, and he pushed me forward to reach down between us. I felt his knuckles drag down, realizing he had unzipped his pants, and the next time he pressed forward i felt the warmth of his hard dick rubbing against me through my uniform shirt.
A bit shyly, i glanced around this crowded car. Nobody was looking our way except maybe an older grandma looking woman, her face twisted up like she was sucking on a lemon, but she never watched for too long at a time. And she certainly never brought attwntion to us.
So i pressed back against the man’s dick, mewling as his hips flexed and he started grinding into my back. That large hand on my shoulder slid forward, down into the collar of my uniform shirt until his large, calloused fingers felt the soft flesh of my budding little boob. This time, i felt the man groan, and his fingers pinched at my soft little pink nipple. “Unh!” I gasped softly, my eyes fluttering.
“You like that, naughty baby?” his voice was quiet, rough with lust as he fondled my little developing chest. “Such a good girl…”
“Uh huh,” i panted out in a shaky breath. My eyes watched his reflection as he pulled me tighter against him, hunching over me in the corner of this crowded train car.
His free hand slid down my front, fingers worked into the waistband of first my skirt and then my panties. “Fuck. You’re wet, little girl,” he gasped out this time. His fingers pushed into my soaked, soft little folds to find my button, mashing it around as i bit my lip. “You like it… that’s a girl, you *want* it… naughty little slut like you… tell me you want it.”
By now, I was panting and red faced. My eyes flicked between the man’s reflection and the sour old woman who sneered at me with judgment in her eyes. It only made my heart beat faster as i nodded my head rapidly. “I-I want it!” I whimpered.
The man’s hands disappeared from my body to grip my shoulders, spinning me around. I was pinned between him and the window, blocked from sight, and staring at a fat, purple penis. It was bloated thick with need – thicker than the birthday clown but not as long, and so very hairy. Honestly, if I wasn’t so horny, i might have giggled at how silly it looked sticking out of his business slacks.
Instead, the man pushed his thumb into my mouth to tug it open and then rocked his hips forward. His warm, fat cock was sliding against my tongue and cheeks before i could agree or disagree to sucking him – it didn’t matter, this wasn’t a request. My eyes fluttered, staring up to meet his as he filled my cheeks with cock and, much like my first, second, and third time, I started sucking on the dick fed to me. My little mouth was hot and wet, slurping hungrily on the man’s cock as he shuddered and grunted. He kept looking over his shoulder and back down at me, one hand on the back of my head. “That’s it, little girl… suck me. Suck me good… suck me like a whore…”
He was naughtier than the clown who had been a lot kinder with his words and silly noises, and more pushy than Sarah’s dad had been in his garage the last time I slept over at my best friend’s house, but I didn’t mind too much. My mouth was watering and I was jist happy to have a cock back in it to suck on, slurping and gagging quietly as my head started bobbing. “Mmmfff… mmfff…mmmfff…gluck, gluck… gluck, gluck, gluck!”
“Ohhh fuck! Oh fuck, we need to get off at the next stop,” the man whispered. His hips rocked and bucked into my face insistently, dipping that engorged head into my throat over and over as i coughed and choked quietly in the corner. By the time I felt his penis throbbing, we were approaching the next stop and he tugged himself free from my slurping lips to put it away.
His large hand found mine and the man pulled me towards the doors beside the sour old woman. She glared when we got close, waiting for the train to stop. “Little slut. You deserve what’s coming to you, acting like a sinful little whore.”
My eyes widened but I didn’t say anything – standing up to grownups was never my strong suit, and it was maybe the first time I considered that what I was doing was more than just misguided. That maybe… it was wrong?
But the doors opened and the man pulled me along with him as we departed into the station. “You do deserve what’s coming to you,” he said, looking around. “A good girl like you deserves having all the cock she wants, you naughty little slut. Here,”
It was a public restroom that he slipped into with me, locking the door behind us. Before I could even turn around, his pants and boxers were around his knees and that hairy cock was pointing at me again, but this time he lifted me up to sit me on the edge of the sink. “Are you gonna fuck me?” I asked bluntly.
“Yes,” he answered honestly. “Have you ever been fucked before?” When I nodded, he groaned deeply and leaned in to lick my soft little lips. “I knew it. You’ve got a little cocksucker on your face here, you did so good. It wasn’t your first time. You *are* a little whore. Who raped you?”
“Mister Bubbles.”
That wet tongue pushed between my lips and the man guided my arms around the back of his neck, rolling his tongue around inside my mouth in a sloppy kiss. I gagged a little bit at the amount of slobber that spilled from our lips, but soon I was sucking his tongue and sliding my own against it. Making out with a stranger at the subway station, his leaking cock pushing into the crotch of my tights. Minutes passed before he pulled back. “Did you like it?” When I nodded, he moaned loudly. “Ask me to rape you, too.”
“Rape me, please, mister?” I echoed back for him innocently.
I could feel his dick twitching against my thigh and he shuddered, going really still. “You want it so bad, you wanna get fucked. Don’t you?”
“Please!”
The man moved suddenly. His large fingers tore into the crotch of my tights first, tearing a big split, and then they dug into my panties to pull apart. They took a bit more effort but in moments, i felt the air of the bathroom against my bare, wet slit. Just before the knob of his cock pushed against it, sliding up and down. “Youre so wet for me, little girl. She was right, you deserve this,” he promised and kissed the top of my head.
“Ungh!!!”
With one sudden motion, the man slammed his hips forward vetween my thighs and my pussy stretched wide to swallow that fat girth. My eyes rolled back and i yelped, but he quickly clapped one of his hands over my mouth. “Shut the fuck up!” he hissed in my ear. And started bucking, dragging his hips back just to rock them forward again. Pulling his cock from my shocked little hole just to impale it again, over and over. Fucking me on the sink. “Oh fuck… ohhh yes… no hymen, you weren’t fibbing… Mister Bubbles was a lucky bastard…mmmhh… so tight… fuck, girlie, I would have raped you, too…”
My eyes rolled back, crossed, squeezed shut, everything. With the man covered my mouth, i lost control of myself. Moaning and grunting into his palm, panting hard as i let him fuck me. “Nnhh! Nnnnh! Unnhh! Unnhh!!” Discomfort and pleasure wove together seamlessly, never quite breaching pain but getting close. Especially when he would yank my hip closer to him while he thrust into me.
The man laughed breathlessly and finally let go of my mouth. His fingers impatiently tugged the buttons of my shirt until it fell open, exposing my mostly flat chest, and pebbled little nipples thst jiggled from the force of us having sex. “You like that, baby?”
“Unh! Unh! Unh! Y-Yuh! Please!” I grunted out. My hands were gripping the sink so hard my knuckles had gone white, and my knees pressed wider apart as i offered myself to this stranger. “Rape me, mister! Please!”
“Oh fuck! You little whore!” he snarled and lifted me so very easily. My back hit the door to the bathroom with a thud and soon the stranger’s balls were clapping up atainst my ass. His hips railed into me again and again, and I could *feel* him trying to fuck me harder. The discomfort shifted into a subtle pain – an ache against the suffocating pleasure as my little violated pussy gushed and gushed for this man. “You naughty little girl, you love it! You love getting raped by big man cock, don’t you? Don’t you!”
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Yeah! Yeah! Please! Mister!”
The pain was building with the pleasure and, thankfully, Mister Bubbles had also been responsible for my first orgasm, so i knew it was coming. The man grunted harder, shorter as his red face was drenched in sweat. He stared deep into my eyes now, a wheezing noise every time my little pussy clenched on his penis until I felt it start to pulse. “I’m gonna cum in you… have you had your period yet? Tell me! Quick!”
“Unnnhhh!!! Hhhhhh!!! Y-Y… uhh!! Yeah!!! Ohhh!! Don’t stop, mister! Don’t stop!”
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!! Take it, little girl! Fuck! Take my seed! Oh! Oh!”
By the time my own orgasm had passed, i was slumped back against the wall. My pussy felt full and slimey, warm gooey semen leaking from my smooth lips that squelched around the softening cock still pumping into me lazily. A few minutes of that passed before the stranger set me down on the sink. He grabbed paper towel and wiped his cock, before pulling up his pants and fixing his clothes.
His clean up was nearly silent and only when he unlocked the door, did he finally look back at me and smile. “You’re a much better fuck than my wife, girlie. See you around.”
It took almost ten minutes for my jelly legs to work, and when I did eventually make it home, my parents didn’t seem to realize that i’d been forty five minutes late.
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By LittleLucy
#Tween
