Valerie's Guilty Pleasure

- This story is from Valerie's POV, - she's 18 and in her last year of high school, she hasn't had sex yet but her desires and her fetish of publicly getting groped are so strong that she just needs to do this -

This was the day. The day I would finally be satisfied. I didn't care that my friends had had sex before me and that people were moving on. All I waned was to experience new hands on my body in a risky situations. The exhilarating thought of an electric touch here, a squeeze there... it was too much to not try to have it happen. So I made up my mind.

I had fairly well developed tits, at a comfortable 32DD. My waist was small, and my ass was tight and round. I couldn't wait to do this. I picked a school day to skip so that I wouldn't run into anyone. I put on a miniskirt and a button down sleeveless white top. my bra and thong were matching red lace, but i didn't have many plans for them anyway.

I got to the subway and went straight to the bathroom. I had to look in the mirror to give myself a pep talk - but i did it. I took of my bra and stuffed it into my purse.

I won't lie, I didn't look like much at first. But a little pinching and flicking made my nipples rock hard and just the thought of the lewd stares and the catcalls sent a rush up my veins. The thin white see through material of my flowy button down top was also helping the chest situation.

I took a deep breath and walked out, ready to change my life.

On my way to the business hour rush train in the morning, I felt like all eyes were on me. They obviously weren't, but the feeling was exciting nonetheless, and made sure my nipples stayed rock hard. I did get stares, one man made direct eye contact with me as I waited on the platform and slowly licked his lips. I was disgusted immediately but then realized I was doing this to myself and had to be ready for it. I hiked up the skirt ever so slightly and got ready to board the crowded train.

Once I boarded, I got impatient. people were pressed up against me but no moves were made for about 5 minutes. I started fidgeting with my top material, daring to let my fingers pull the material from on top of my nipples, drawing attention to them. My eyes suddenly made contact with an older man, in his late thirties. He had seen me.

He pushed slightly to get closer to me until we were pressed up. His eyes didn't move off my tits. I could hear my heart beat but remained steady. I looked up to smile at him and his hands immediately went up to my tits. He pinched my nipple and I immediately gasped but then shut up. I got bolder after a minute or so - unbuttoned 2 buttons of the top. This is where my mistake happened. I should have realised that a train filled with businessmen going to the same central business district wouldn't have just one lewd man. It would have several. 2 different sets of hands slid up and down my spine. One of those tugged up the skirt. I felt a hand on my ass and realised the extent of what I was doing. I tried to get it off but it was too late. The first man turned me around and grabbed my waist firmly with one hand, pinching my nipple with his other hand. I finally put faces to the 2 other sets of hands, both of whom smirked at me and chuckled looking at my face. I let out a small yelp as people managed to get 2 more buttons unbuttoned. I was horrified.

My boobs were shaking around and getting impatient, someone pulled my top over my head. I let it go after a struggle and looked around desperately to see where my top went.

I whimpered a little but it was of no use, there were hands groping me left right and center. My nipples were getting pulled, pinched, sucked on and my tits were getting squeezed and slapped. They held my arms back as a small crowd kept me on at every station without any chance of me escaping. my sensitive nipples started to hurt but there was no stopping the men on the train. They laughed as I sobbed slightly.

With jeers of "slut," "whore," and "Sex toy" echoing throughout the mob, I knew there was no going back.

One of the shorter men pushed my feet apart and gazed up to get a direct view. I tried closing my legs but he held them apart. I screamed as he pulled my thong down. It wasn't the same situation as my top though, as I saw it get passed between the entire group, people smelled it - licked it - one guy rubbed it on my cheek and made me lick the crotch as I cried for help.

It took them 2 minutes or so to realise I had no thing on anymore. Once they did my skirt got pulled up to right below my tits - exposing my dripping, soaking wet pussy. More chants of slut echoed as the men took their turns with me. It was rougher than I expected, they flung me around constantly to switch from my pussy to my ass and I screamed in pain as they inserted their cocks into my various holes. I had been a good girl my entire life, making my gag reflex more of an issue than it would have been for non-virgins. I got brutally slapped, spanked and spit on when I couldn't take their massive huge cocks into my mouth. With not a second to catch my breath, they flipped me over and started spanking me simultaneously while entering my delicious ass.

At the end of it there was cum in my mouth, on my hair, on my tits, on my skirt and all over my ass. I walked home sobbing in no panties, a miniskirt and a red lace bra from my purse.

Serves me right. I got the same train the next day.