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  Exhibitionism

  Published by Carl East

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  Copyright 2010 - Carl East

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  Exhibitionism

  My name is Carol and I’m twenty two years old. I’ve not had much of a sex life so far, mainly because I keep picking losers. To say I haven’t found a decent man yet would be an understatement, but having good sex was about to change.

  I visited my friend Stacy that night and she looked angry, so I asked what was wrong. She sat me down and told me the tale of what had happened to her that day, and I couldn’t believe it.

  She’d gotten on the train at five as normal on her way home that Friday, as she commutes to and from work. Now normally she would’ve gotten a seat, but on this day her boss had made her late for the train, apparently he wouldn’t stop talking to her and she’d only just made it. Unfortunately it was standing room only, so she made her way to the end of the carriage and hung on.

  On the very first stop she knew what to expect, because without fail the students would always fill the carriages up on a Friday as a lot of them went home for the weekend. Until now she’d never had to face them directly because she normally had a seat, so she braced herself for the uncomfortable ride home. It was about half way home when something happened she felt a hand on her thigh and tried to move a little out of the way.

  Seconds later she felt two hands, one was touching her butt and the other her leg. She apparently tried to see who was doing it, but was so cramped she couldn’t even turn. It was when someone actually ran their finger over her panties and she could feel the tip brushing her pussy that she lost it. She screamed to stop them and suddenly there was no one touching her anymore.

  “So let me get this straight, someone was actually trying to feel you up?” I said in response.

  “Yes, the filthy bastard and I don’t think it was just one of them either. I think they were all in it together, covering for one another.”

  Now I didn’t say anything other than to agree with her outrage, but this sort of turned me on. I remember thinking ‘I wonder how far they would’ve taken it all had she been agreeable,’ as we carried on talking about it.

  The more I remembered of that conversation the more I felt compelled to put it to the test. I’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist at college and remembered how many times I used to tease the guys. It took another couple of days to really decide, but once I had I knew I wasn’t going to back out.

  It felt like a long week after that night, and I remember going to my closet to sort out what I would be wearing. I’d been trying to convince myself that all of this was silly, but to no avail. I simply had to find out just how far these guys would take it and the more I thought of that the harder it was to forget it.

  When Friday did come around I’d chosen to wear a very short skirt, which happened to fit the weather, it was very hot, and a loose blouse that barely touched the top of my skirt and gave me a good cleavage. When I looked in the mirror I couldn’t help thinking how slutty I looked, but that just made me feel even hornier. I wore high heels, and made my way to the train station.

  I received quite a few wolf whistles along the way, but I was used to that. I’d decided to spend the day in the city and buy some much needed clothing, and then get something to eat around midday. That took care of the morning, but the afternoon seemed to drag until finally I found myself at the station at around five and waited out of sight for my friend to appear. When she did I watched which carriage she got onto and immediately chose another one.

  I simply couldn’t have her knowing what I was doing, mainly because we were complete opposites when it came to sex. What I was contemplating doing here wouldn’t even have crossed her mind; in fact I used to think that she was a bit of a prude. I did understand though how some people would react to a situation like the one she’d described, I mean we can’t all be sexually liberated can we?

  So anyway, there I was sitting down and waiting for the train to move off, and when it did the carriage was full and there were already four people standing. As luck would have it one of them was an elderly gentleman, which gave me the ideal opportunity to stand up and offer him my seat. He took it and I was now standing near to the restroom, and the only thing behind me was the next carriage.

  I waited patiently until we pulled into the first station and saw dozens of students all waiting to get on board. I must admit I felt a little apprehensive at this point, but it was far too late to back out now. They piled on when we came to a complete stop, and were moving down as if looking for something. It wasn’t hard to figure out what that something was when they spotted me because at least a dozen of them made a beeline straight to where I was standing.

  I didn’t acknowledge them; in fact I didn’t even want to make eye contact. I was feeling horny and scared, and kept thinking to myself ‘what the hell are you doing girl’ but all of that was far too late to worry about now and as the train started to move out of the station I braced myself for what might be about to happen.

  I was completely surrounded by students, and at least three of them were touching me with their close proximity to my body, but until now that could all be explained away by the lack of room in the carriage. It was half an hour later before something actually happened; I’d just started to think that perhaps my friend had imagined the whole thing when I felt a hand touching my leg.

  Now this could still be construed as an accident so I waited to see what would happen if I didn’t move it away from me. A few seconds later the hand began to move up my thigh, and that confirmed that this was no accident. I began to get hot, and already I felt damp between my legs. Then I felt a hand on my butt, but the hand was under my skirt and not over it. I was only wearing a thong, so whoever it was, was actually touching flesh.

  I guessed at this point that they were testing the waters so to speak, to see how far they could go, hence the tiny moves. I then heard someone say, “We’ve found one,” and that’s when the action really began. I figured what they’d meant by that statement was they’d found someone willing to play with them, at least that’s what I guessed.

  Suddenly I could feel several hand moving over me, and the first thing I thought was ‘can anyone in the train see what is going on here,’ but when I tried to look I couldn’t see over the many students that surrounded me and knew that none of them could see me. I felt hands touching my breasts, and one even unfastening the bra. When it fell down to the floor I had several hands touching my breasts, and my nipples had never felt so hardened in my entire life.

  Then someone slipped their finger between my thong and pussy and pulled the thong down, when that was off several fingers began to rub my pussy. I now had hands over my breasts and squeezing them while several fingers touched and probed my already wet pussy lips. When a finger suddenly slipped into my womanhood, I let out a gasp of anticipation. Someone was now pulling my blouse off, and I hadn’t even noticed that they’d managed to undo the buttons.

  As the blouse fell to the floor I felt the skirt follow it and knew that I was now naked on a busy commute train with possibly hundreds of people. I was so wet it wasn’t funny, and then I felt a familiar hardness behind me and knew exactly what it was. I put one hand behind me and felt a large cock sliding down my butt cheeks until the owner was sure he’d gone down far enough. He then
probed softly until he felt the wetness and pushed forward and up. The feeling of his large cock filling my pussy was indescribable, and while someone was sucking and biting my left nipple he began to fuck me hard.

  At that point another student that stood in front of me grabbed my hands and pushed them down to his crotch, where I felt another large cock. I managed to look down and see that he had no pants on, and started to rub his length. That however wasn’t his plan, for suddenly he crouched down and positioned himself near the same hole that was being fucked. ‘There’s no way your getting in there,’ I thought as I felt him trying, but suddenly I could feel it pop in next to the other one and stretch me further than I’d ever been stretched before.

  It felt fucking unbelievable, I was standing on my tip toes, as two big guys were fucking my very wet pussy and I started to cum. Until that day I thought I’d had the biggest climax of my life with a guy called Ted a couple of years back, but this made that feel like four play. When I started to cum I kept coming, it was like it wasn’t going to stop, and with both of them trying their hardest to out do the other I could feel every single squirm and pop as they both struggled to keep inside me. Minutes later after I don’t know how many orgasms they both pulled out and I could feel their semen splashing onto my body. I somehow imagined that that was it, the end of this erotic adventure, but boy was I wrong.

  The next thing that happened was surreal; one of the students turned me around to face him and then pulled me down on top of him on the floor. He was semi naked from the waist down, and as I literally fell on top of him he quickly positioned his cock at the entrance of my still wet pussy and pushed it in. He was now pushing me up with his hands so that he could get some penetration, and I loved it.

  That’s when a first happened, although technically everything here was a first, but someone positioned themselves behind me and was pushing against my butt. At first I was horrified, I’d never been fucked there before but then I thought there’s got to be a first for everything and tried to relax by concentrating on the cock already inside me. Initially it hurt a little when the one behind pushed his cock in, but after a few strokes I began to see why certain people enjoyed it so much.

  I could feel both their cocks seemingly touch one another, although I knew that they were separated by a small layer of skin. Then the moment I will never forget happened, first I felt a cock touching my cheek and upon turning around was surprised to find someone kneeling down to offer me his hardened cock. I was so hot at that point I didn’t hesitate, and opened my mouth to let it in. I sucked on it hard and long, and then I felt something splashing on my back and managed to look up.

  There were at least five guys all masturbating over the action in front of them and coming all over my body. I came so hard from that sight that I just knew this day would never be equaled no matter who I eventually fell in love with. Then I felt the cock in my mouth twitch and knew he was about to cum, and when he did I gagged, for as he came he pushed it in a little too far. I got it back under control quickly enough, but his seed was dripping down my chin and over my cheeks.

  The one fucking my ass came next only he didn’t pull out and I could feel his man seed dripping down my inner thigh. When the one below me came he was good enough to pull out and came all over my ass cheeks. Then they did something I didn’t expect, they started to clean me up with handkerchiefs and tissue paper and even helped me get redressed. Moments later and without saying a word the train pulled into my station and most of the carriages emptied out. It was all over and I felt positively weak, and as I got off the train my mind was a mix of emotions. I’d just been gangbanged by at least eight young students and it felt incredible, and that’s when I heard my friend’s voice.

  “Carol, what are you doing here?”

  Thinking quickly I responded, “I thought I’d come and meet you,” I replied.

  “That was sweet of you, but you needn’t have bothered I’m being picked up today by dad. Come on we’ll give you a lift home, oh and are you coming over tonight?” said Stacy.

  “Yes I’m coming over, I could do with a good drink,” I replied, meaning every word.

  To this day I’ve wanted to repeat what had happened, but I figure that once was maybe one too many and that I shouldn’t push my luck. After all I had the most amazing experience, and it was one I would never forget.

  The End

 

 

  Carl East, Exhibitionism

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