Raped by a subway pervert

Many people know that on crowded trains, you often encounter perverts. I've certainly been a victim myself. Although I'm not particularly beautiful, I still attract a lot of attention from the opposite sex when I walk on the street. For some reason, my figure isn't particularly outstanding either; I'm only 5 feet 3 inches tall with measurements of 34-23-33, but perhaps that's enough to satisfy men's sexual fantasies.

I still have about an hour's journey home, but I can't escape this terrifying situation. All I can do is try to keep my distance from others. So, every time I enter the carriage, I only use a small handbag to cover my chest to avoid my breasts directly touching other people's chests, but it's difficult to completely protect them. Because my hands are busy with my upper body and I can't protect my lower body, they often have opportunities to take advantage of me.

I remember once wearing a short skirt, and I was incredibly bored on my way home. As usual, I kept looking around, as if admiring something, but actually, I didn't know where to focus my gaze. Since I was usually standing face-to-face with a stranger, I wanted to avoid the awkwardness of eye contact, so I just kept my eyes on the route sign.

Suddenly, I felt a chill on my thigh, but didn't pay much attention. However, I soon realized the chill was quite strong, so I continued looking at the route sign, but my attention was still focused on my thigh. That's when I realized the chill was caused by a hand lifting my skirt.

His fingers were tickling my thigh. Of course, I didn't dare make a sound. Although I felt violated, I didn't dare shout or attract attention. I just pretended nothing was happening and continued looking at the route sign.

His hand didn't stop there. It had been tickling with his fingers, and now his whole hand was holding my leg, moving it up and down. His movements became faster and faster, and he started moving upwards. His fingers wandered along the inside of my thighs, occasionally brushing against the lace edge of my panties as if by accident.

His caresses made me a little uncomfortable, but I could only pretend nothing was happening and continue looking at the route sign. He acted as if nothing was happening, as if no one was around, and even teased my vulva with his fingers. Even through my panties, it still made my body tremble.

His sudden action almost made me cry out. Actually, I was already wet from his touch. He could feel the wetness of my genitals, so he simply pulled down my panties and used his fingers to directly manipulate my labia, pinching and playing with my clitoris with varying degrees of pressure, causing my juices to flow even more. Now he was using three fingers to pinch and play with it, constantly teasing it in turn; I think he was considering whether to go further and penetrate me.

He made me unbearably itchy, and of course I wanted him to fill my emptiness quickly. I wasn't a virgin anymore, but this was the subway, and he was a stranger.

Just as I was thinking this, he forcefully inserted his fingers into my vagina. Oh! He filled my private parts, which was very satisfying and filled the emptiness I had just felt. His insertion made my love juices flow even more, and the increasing amount of love juices probably wet his hands. Perhaps because it was so wet, it was easier for his fingers to move in and out, and he inserted three fingers into my vulva at the same time. I couldn't help but moan softly. Fortunately, the train was noisy and no one noticed, otherwise it would have been even more embarrassing.

The train kept shaking, and his movements became faster and harder. He pressed his body against my buttocks, and I could feel the heat from my underwear. His penis was so hard that it could pierce a wooden board. He rubbed his penis against my buttocks, and his fingers kept thrusting in and out of my vagina.

By this time, I was so excited that I felt an emptiness in my chest, and I really wanted to touch it. My buttocks instinctively swayed in response to him. He thrust his body forward, pressing his penis closer to my buttocks. With each thrust, his fingers would slide in and out of my vagina. His three fingers were constantly teasing inside my wet hole, which was unbearable, yet I couldn't cry out.

My breasts were now very high from excitement, as if welcoming someone to touch them. Fortunately, I had already covered my chest with my handbag, so no one saw what was happening. I then used both hands to caress my breasts.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, and as he breathed a sigh of relief, he inserted all five fingers inside me. Wow! I couldn't help but groan again. His five fingers rotated and thrust in and out of my vagina, and his penis rubbed against me incessantly. I felt that his penis was about eight inches long. Oh! What would happen if this thing really entered my hole?

I brought him to multiple climaxes, moaning softly, "Mmm... Ah..." trying to keep it quiet so no one could hear. Some people probably already knew, but no one cared.

His fingers continued thrusting, his penis slamming against my buttocks. I climaxed again, and couldn't help but grab my breasts hard. Perhaps due to excitement, my exaggerated movement caused me to accidentally bump into the man standing between me. He stared at me, as if he knew something, and kept glancing at my chest. Although I had used my handbag to cover my 34-cup breasts, there was still a sliver of space for him to see my breasts, swollen from excitement, rising and falling with my breath. He didn't look away, instead moving his head closer to my face, occasionally licking his lips.

Being sandwiched between two men made it even harder for me to breathe. Seeing others joining in only fueled his animalistic instincts. He scratched at the inside of my vagina with his fingernails, causing a painful yet stimulating sensation that made me breathe even harder.

I was sure the man standing next to me could feel my breath on his face; I guess that excited him even more, since I could feel his breath too! Luckily, the man arrived at his stop quickly, otherwise I was afraid he would join the other man in attacking me. After

he got off the bus, I closed my eyes and savored the pleasure he was giving me, pressing my handbag tightly against my chest. After a while, his movements slowed down, perhaps because they had been too intense, and my orgasm gradually subsided. I think he had also reached his climax; he slowly moved away, withdrawing his fingers. Annoyingly, as he pulled his fingers back over my clitoris, he pinched it hard, exciting me again. Although it felt good, and I had an orgasm, it was still an embarrassing experience.

Just as his fingers completely left my opening, I slowly turned my head to see what kind of person he was. I saw a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a suit, looking quite refined, giving me a lewd and satisfied smile. I stared at him, unsure how to react.

The bus stopped at a station, and he turned and got off.

I watched him leave, stunned, until the bus started moving again. I finally snapped out of it, still feeling the lustful fluid flowing from my lower body, and just wanted to get home quickly to clean up the lingering excitement of this unexpected encounter.

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