I'm being stretched to my capacity as he pushes back again. He breaks past my seal of resistance after several more tries and his cock is fully sheathed into my forbidden hole now. His pushing is intensifying, slowly and he works it up to a quicker pace. At this point, I'm trying to keep as still and quiet as I can while both my holes are being used and stretched by these strange men. My legs are starting to feel as though they are made of jelly are not going to last much longer holding my used body in this position. Now I feel the one stranger on my side pinch my nipple even harder, almost making me cry out, but then continues to roll it, all while still reaching inside my now drenched pussy hole. I feel like a dirty person because my body is betraying me and loving every second of this; meanwhile my mind is screaming and crying inside. The stranger to my back is now gripping my hips under my skirt so that he has more of a grip to thrust that cock into my hole. He starts to quietly grunt, and I feel his cock pulse, rubbing against the walls of my ass. Between the fingers in my cunt wetness and the cock pulsing loads of cum into my asshole, my body can't take it and I reach my climax, gripping with all my might onto the trains grip-pole in front of me. After shooting all of his seed into my asshole the stranger behind me slowly pulls his now shrinking cock out, and I hear his zipper go up again. The stranger to my side follows, his fingers retreating from my used pussy hole, with a lowly sounding slurp. I am overwhelmed with so many feelings right now, I feel used, perpetrated and disgusted with myself for my body betraying me and actually coming to a climax of my own. I feel my cum dripping out of my pussy starting to crawl down my leg, while the stranger's seed drips from my asshole. I am leaking fluids down my ass and leg, with tears brimming my eyes.
The subway's loud speaker comes on, announcing the next stop and I hear shuffling behind and all around me of commuters gathering their personals to exit at their stop. I try to adjust my skirt and shirt without being noticed. The train starts slowing, comes to a complete stop and the doors closest to me open. The two strangers to my back and to my side, purposely bump lightly into me as they move to exit the train and my eyes drift up to see the faces of my abusers. My brain is now in disbelief as I watch the husband and wife couple turn to look at me and smile as they leave the train, holding hands.
