Sophia sighed as the train's doors opened and hordes of people flooded in around her. Person after person filed in, and she found herself shuffling towards the closest wall to make room. It was surprisingly crowded for a weekend morning, and she wondered if there was some sort of event going on. Before she even realized it, she was practically pressed against the wall, and the teenager cringed when she felt the body heat of the strangers around her.
The teenager was already averse to interacting with strangers and, while not wholly claustrophobic, she hated being surrounded on all sides. She felt keenly aware of everyone's body heat and the smell of body odor and sweat from inconsiderate riders. It seemed packed to the brim, but more people filtered in and Sophia squeaked as she felt herself stumble. She found herself pressed against the wall at her front, her palms against the wall to brace herself.
The train doors shut and she wanted to groan as she realized her awkward position. Her legs were slightly apart and while her front was completely touching the train walls, the curvature of the train forced her legs slightly back, so her hips stuck out slightly behind her. She already felt mortified at how suggestive she looked, but even worse, she could feel a stranger pressed right against her.
Sophia wanted nothing more than to tug her short, black leather skirt down and pull away into the corner, but she was stuck. The sole comfort was that she was wearing black tights. The material was thin and sheer, but at the very least they covered up her milky white legs and made her feel at least a little more modest. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the teenager couldn't see the way she looked from behind.
Lance, a fat, balding man of seventy, was the lucky individual to find himself directly behind the gorgeous teenage girl. The train was crowded, but honestly, he could have maintained his distance if he had really wanted to. And he did not want to.
The blonde teenager in front of him might as well have been an angel, she was so pretty. He had seen her outside, waiting for the train, and had been stunned by her beauty. She looked delicate and sweet, with creamy white skin, naturally rosy cheeks, rose pink lips that were full and had the cutest cupid's bow he had ever seen. Her eyes were large and framed with long, dark lashes. Her hair was a silky wheat blonde that fell in long waves around her small face and just past her shoulders.
Lance felt a little sad that he couldn't see her face from his position, but the way her slender body was posed, almost like she was presenting herself for him, made up for it. Her leather skirt would have been modest enough, had she been upright, but it was positively lewd when she was bent over like that. The skirt hiked up, revealing her thighs, her ass, and her panties in full display. The seventy-year-old man was practically salivating as he looked his fill.
Her panties were plain white with a very, very simple lace trim, and while they excited him, the idea of what was underneath riled him up tenfold. The train started moving with a jerk, and he took advantage of the momentum to stumble so he was pressed right against her. He could feel her body stiffen against him, but he wasted no time.
Lance was wearing a long, large overcoat, which he strategically unbuttoned so it hid where their bodies touched. Then, slowly, he shuffled forward and pressed her lower half closer and closer against the wall. Luckily, the people directly surrounding the two were all facing away, and soon, Sophia was awkwardly pressed against the wall, held up by the man behind her.
Her cheeks were flushed red, and she felt incredibly embarrassed. Because of her awkward position from the beginning, her ass was still slightly raised and her private spot was flush against the man behind her. It was weird and scary, but it wasn't his fault the train was crowded. Surely, he must have been just as embarrassed by their position and closeness as she was.
Lance bit back a moan as she involuntarily wiggled against him. He had bent his knees when walking her forward just enough so that she was lifted up and her pussy was conveniently pressed right against his cock. She felt warm and soft against him, and he took advantage of the train and crowd's movements to start rocking against her.
Sophia muffled a whimper, eyes wide as she felt something warm and thick twitch against her private area. She glanced around, but nobody was paying them any attention and she tried her best to calm down. It was a crowded train. It wasn't his fault that they ended up like this. The teenager took a deep breath, and wrote it off as an accident, trying her best to squeeze towards the wall and away from the feeling until the train jolted again and she felt what was definitely a hard bulge grind against her through the thin fabric of her panties.
The teenager squeaked in embarrassed dismay. Her face felt like it was burning and her fingers curled against the wall uselessly. She shifted back and forth on the very tips of her toes, unable to get any leverage.
She felt so dirty and anxious, but there was nothing she could do. Then, when she thought it couldn't get any worse, the bulge started to rub against her rhythmically and purposefully. He was doing it on purpose! He was a molester! Tears immediately welled in her eyes as the warm hardness dragged back and forth against her private place. She had never been touched there before, and she couldn't believe that some dirty molester's penis was touching her like that.
Lance pressed her even closer against the wall and after a quick look around, reached a hand into the folds of his coat to pull his cock out. He held back a groan as he got his hand around himself. Eight monstrously thick inches of veiny flesh, engorged and red at the tip, met the air briefly before he positioned it back between the pretty teenager's slim thighs. The tip was leaking a veritable river of translucent white fluid that absorbed into her tights and panties as he began to move against her again.
Sophia shivered in disgust as the sticky fluid dampened her clothing and touched her skin, feeling bile in her throat and a rock in her stomach as the warmth between her legs grew more pronounced. What was once a bulge was now clearly the man's bare penis, gigantic and hard and only two layers of fabric away from her virginal special spot.
She had no clue how she was going to see her friends after this. She hated it so much and she just wanted it to end. She couldn't believe that nobody had noticed what was happening, but then again, she wasn't sure she wanted to be noticed in the first place. The entire situation was so horrifying, but she was so embarrassed and she didn't want anyone to see her like this. The only thing she could do was quietly bear it and pray that her stop came fast enough.
Lance grinned as the sweet little thing kept still and quiet. He loved how submissive she was. He looked around again and then decided to push his luck and reached around her front. He felt the leather of her skirt and then the slick, stretchy elastic fabric of her tights. It was damp and slippery with his precome and he felt around until he could press his fingers slightly inward.
The older man could feel her shaking in his embrace, twitching with every movement of his fingers, and it filled him with glee. He loved how sensitive and responsive she was, and began to push his fingers into her with more force. While he roughly fingered her through her clothing, he pressed his face against her neck, his nose parting her soft hair so he could get his lips on her skin.
Sophia quietly whimpered, tasting her salty tears as the man's large fingers painfully jabbed between her legs, his cock rubbed against her butt, and his puffy lips mouthed at her neck. She was grateful for her tights and panties, because otherwise the digits would have been sinking deep inside her. As it was, however, it was still invasive and uncomfortable.
She had never experienced such violation. She had never dreamed of it. It was the sort of thing that she had been taught to be afraid of, that she always worried about in the back of her mind like every other girl, but had never seriously imagined it would happen to her.
The teenager could feel his warm, damp breath over the back of her neck and then slimy heat as his tongue began to lather spit over her skin. His cock was large and heavy against her backside, insistently pressing against her while his fingers touched her where no man had ever touched her before. She squeezed her eyes tight, trying her best to ignore it and praying that her stop would come soon.
While Sophia shook in repulsed terror, Lance grew hornier and hornier. His cock was practically throbbing with want, and he needed to be inside her. He grunted as he tried to angle his hand better and began to try to tear at her tights. In less than a minute, he had ripped a sizable hole in her tights right at her crotch.
Sophia barely had any time to register what was happening when his hairy, pudgy fingers yanked her lacy panties to the side and then lined up his leaking cock to her tiny slit. Sophia squeaked in horror when she felt the blunt, slimy head of the man's cock nudge her entrance. She tried her best to pull away, but she was completely trapped. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she whipped her head around in panic to see if there was anyone who could help her, embarrassment be damned.
It was then that she realized at some point, he had managed to slowly move the two of them into the corner of the train. Additionally, he was so much taller and fatter, that his frame completely engulfed her. She could only barely see over the edges of his coat, and there wasn't a single person looking her way.
"No, p-please," she whispered. She was so scared and disoriented, she couldn't think properly and yell for help. She could only quietly plead for him to stop.
Lance pulled his lips away from her spittle-covered neck for a second to lean forward and press a chaste kiss to her flushed cheek. Sophia's chest heaved as she cried harder as he pushed inside of her.
"No, please, p-please," the teenager begged uselessly. She whined as pain spread through her body. He was gigantic and she was so, so small. She was deliciously tight around him, and Lance took a deep breath to keep himself from coming before he was all the way inside her. Her pussy had a vice grip on his cock, and it felt like her body was drawing him in. She was so warm, and her trembling body was so hot, he suddenly felt in his soul that he had found the one.
She was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, and he felt like it had been love at first sight. She hadn't yelled for help and wasn't seriously fighting him off, so clearly some part of her wanted it. Why else would such a beautiful girl wear a short leather skirt? Clearly, he thought, she was meant for him.
On Sophia's end, she was overwhelmed with agonizing pain of being spread open as an old man raped her virginity away. She had never ever had a boyfriend. In fact, she had been dressed up to go meet her friends and hang out with boys for the first time outside of school. She had never even had a real crush on a guy before, and now there was an overweight, ugly, middle-aged stranger forcing his huge, awful penis inside her in public.
It was so terrible, and she felt so helpless. She couldn't do anything but take what he gave her. Her body was wracked with sobs, but he kept her tightly in the corner as he forced himself on her. It felt like hours, but within seconds, his bulging mushroom head popped inside her fully. Then, he slowly fed the rest of his veiny shaft into her clenching pussy.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, please no, no, please, it hurts so bad, please mister," Sophia begged. She was barely aware of her lips even moving, the pain and the violation was so bad. Her head felt fuzzy and her eyes were shut so tightly that she was seeing stars. She wished she could disassociate, but she could feel every centimeter of her rapist sliding deep, deep inside her and spreading her open. She kept whimpering for him to stop, almost chanting, but he didn't. He couldn't. She felt so wonderful around him, how could he stop?
Lance had been so lonely for so long. He was an unattractive old man. He didn't have a wife. He was retired and didn't have hobbies. He had given up on love, but now he had the sweetest, prettiest teenager sucking his cock into her body like she couldn't get enough.
He gasped as he finally sank balls deep inside her, pushing his fat cock into her with so much strength that she could barely stand on her tiptoes. She gagged at the intensity of being filled up to the brim. The stranger was too big and too much for her small cunt. He had forced every centimeter of his fuckmeat into her, his greasy, chubby belly pressed right against her back as he squeezed her against the wall. She was completely surrounded by him.
All of her senses were filled with this horrifying man. No, this monster. He smelled like dirty socks and sweat. His mouth was still clamped on the back of her slim neck, slobbering over her pale skin as his sluggish tongue swiped this way and that.
The teenager struggled to get back on her toes, but the jerking motions of the train and their position made it impossible so she was forced to sway helplessly at his mercy. Sophia was practically impaled on his huge cock, which was so big and terrible, she could feel it in her stomach and in her throat.
If she hadn't been such a reserved, quiet girl, she would have screamed. In her mind, she was loudly wailing, but all that escaped her pink lips were choked whimpers and whines as she quietly sobbed.
Her breath hitched as she felt the lump in her throat and the pain between her legs move. Lance groaned as he drew back and then slammed his hips forward. Sophia scrabbled for purchase against the wall and her eyes flew open in wide fright as his cock slid against her tight walls.
The teenager's small body was like a ragdoll as he began to really fuck her. His balls slapped against her with every powerful thrust, shooting spikes of pain through her aching body. It felt so gross, so nasty. She hated it, she hated it, she hated it.
Sophia felt so ashamed and dirty, and it hurt so, so badly. She had never thought that her first time would be like this. She just wanted it to be over. She wanted to leave the train. He was raping her so hard that there was no way she was going to be able to escape for her stop.
Lance, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. The man moaned as he made love to his new sweetheart, who was taking him so well. Her pussy was absolutely perfect, and he fit just right in it. She was a divine gift for him. She was obviously made for him and his cock and he was going to do his best to fill her up as best he could.
He rocked her limp body up and down as he slammed his cock in and out of her, and before long, he felt the telltale signs of his release coming up on him. His balls drew up and he could feel a deep shudder run through his flabby body as he jammed his meat as deep into his teenage lover as he could. His eyes went white and his mouth lolled open and then he came.
Sophia felt ice in her heart spread to her veins when she felt the colossal, fleshy rod inside her twitch and throb and then. Then.
"N-No, please, not i-insiiiide," she warbled out helplessly. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock like it was milking him, but she could only feel cold, cold terror. She was inexperienced, but even she knew what was happening.
He fucked her through his orgasm, thrusting in and out with more and more ease as he pulsed inside her and flooded her with his nasty, middle-aged sperm. Her fingers trembled against the wall and she bit her lip so hard she drew blood as more and more liquid spurted inside her.
Lance finally stopped moving, letting her wring out the remaining jets of his viscous come. Sophia's pussy was completely stuffed full of the thick fluid, and she could feel its wetness seemingly everywhere in and on her bottom half.
Finally, he stopped ejaculating, and he sighed in happiness right as they reached her stop.
"Please, this is my stop," she whispered.
Pleasure and happiness and endorphins were still rushing through Lance, so he couldn't hear her, and she watched with sinking dread as a handful of people exited the train and a whole new wave entered, crowding them even more into the corner. Then, the doors shut, and the train continued moving.
Finally, Lance came to his senses, blinking into awareness. He smiled at her dreamily and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Then, feeling sappy, he withdrew and turned her around and bent down to capture her lips with his.
Sophia tried to recoil in disgust, but of course she couldn't. A chubby hand held her head firmly as his slimy, puffy lips moved against hers. She could feel his greasy, flabby face touching hers and his tongue was roughly sliding around inside her mouth as he took her first kiss too. Her private place was aching and his semen was oozing out of her red cunt and soaking into her ripped tights.
The teenager whimpered as he drooled and slobbered into her mouth. He tasted awful too, and she wanted to throw up as she was forced to not only taste, but swallow his spit. He gave her no chance to, though, and continued to violate her mouth with his tongue. As he kissed her, his other hand came to paw at her small breasts.
She winced as her bra was pushed up uncomfortably and his grubby hand squeezed at her small mounds and pulled at her nipples.
He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them, and he stared at her with a dazed look in his eyes.
"I love you," Lance murmured before diving down to mouth at her neck. Sophia could only continue to cry as he sucked hickeys into her fair skin and continued to molest her. The train jerked to a stop and while people were unloading, Lance reached down to lift her up and spear her on his cock again.
"N-Nooooo," Sophia keened as he entered her again. His coat was so long that it covered her legs from where they were splayed around his wide, flabby hips. His clammy hands groped the cheeks of her ass as he raped all eight inches of his fuckmeat into her again.
The train doors closed and they began to move again as Lance started to bounce her on his cock. Her leather skirt was flipped up and his heavy stomach was pressed uncomfortably hard against her. There was hardly any breathing room, and she felt like she was going to hyperventilate.
Every thrust dislodged more of his sperm from their previous round, and she could feel the slimy substance soiling her clothes and even dripping onto the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut in mortification, but they flew open again when he drew her into another wet kiss while he made love to her.
His fingers were practically digging into her skin and his grip was uncomfortably tight as he jackhammered his hips in. It was torturous. Every single bit of it felt horrible. It was painful and gross, and she just felt so, so dirty. So violated. Every bit of her felt violated and unclean, and she wondered if she'd ever be able to feel clean again.
He moved his head to just next to hers so he could focus on fucking his cock as deep into her as fast and hard as he could. His moist breath settled on her skin like a layer of mold as he had his way with her. He lasted slightly longer this time around, but soon he was shuddering against her and pulsating, flooding her with his sticky, thick batter.
Sophia hiccuped when she felt him begin to move again. She thought that men ejaculated and then they were done, but he was still just as hard as when he first ripped away her innocence. His stamina was endless. He just kept going and going.
Lance mouthed at her ear, licking the shell and then her lobe before wiggling it deeper into the cavity while he stuffed her from below. Two loads of come lubricated her tight passage well, and he slid in and out of her easily. He couldn't believe how insanely good she felt. Lance had never experienced such pleasure in his entire miserably lonely life. All of his years alone with his hand had rewarded him with a gorgeous lover.
Her bald pussy was flushed red and slightly puffy from all of the abuse Lance had put it through, and he kept stretching her too far and pushing too deep. Every thrust felt like he was rearranging her insides, and she just wanted it to end.
Not a single bit of the teenage girl was aroused, but he had already shot so much of his vile cream in her, it didn't matter. She felt so sensitive, and every time he slid inside her sent burning tremors through her small frame. She was sore, sticky, and distraught beyond belief. Her phone had started vibrating, and she knew that her friends were wondering where she was. She'd never be able to tell them that a man who was probably three or more times her age had raped her and taken her virginity on a public train.
Sophia's eyes were red and wet, but she had cried so much that she could only sniffle sadly as the ugly, old man continued to drive his too-big member balls deep with every thrust. Her limp body sagged uselessly against the wall, held up by the girth impaling her small cunt and his large, sweaty belly. She slid up and down the train wall, hiccuping as he gurgled and then she felt more of that abhorrent wet heat erupt inside, flooding her. Her slender body felt swollen with how much of his thick white stuff he had poured into her, and she was sure that if she could look down or feel it, her stomach would be distended with the amount as his cock locked most of it inside her. Sophia tried not to think about what that meant for her.
Lance, on the other hand, had ascended into the heavens. He was mindless with pleasure, with endless stamina to chase more. Even as his fat cock gushed inside her, he plunged it deeper and deeper, wiggling his hips to invade her so completely that she'd never be able to feel or think of anything else.
He felt obsessed. The two of them fit together perfectly. He had waited so long to find his other half, his missing puzzle piece, and now he had her. He was glad that she had stopped crying. He knew that it hurt for girls to lose their virginities, but he didn't want her to suffer the whole time. He was sure that she was just as lost in lustful bliss as he was. The blonde had the cutest little blush that spread all over her face and body, and he adored how sweet she was. She was probably so embarrassed at how horny her body was, squeezing him like that.
She was so small in his arms, and his fat body and coat hid her completely, which he was thankful for. Lance really liked making love to her in front of everyone, but he didn't want them to actually see her. A handful of the closest people had noticed and were awkwardly trying to pretend it wasn't happening, but Lance knew how jealous they all were. If they could see his sweet girl, they'd all want to slam their own gross weiners into her, spilling their own unworthy, vulgar spend all inside her perfect little pussy.
He wanted everyone to know that she belonged to him. She was his. Nobody else could ever have her, or lay eyes on her if he could have a say in it. He humped her at an almost violent pace, urgently ramming all eight inches of his slimy meat inside her like he could embed it in her completely and permanently. He never wanted to stop making love to her. He wanted to be inside her every single second for the rest of his life. He never wanted her to be empty. He wanted to own her totally.
He assailed her mercilessly. Stop after stop went by, and Lance continued to force himself on her and in her. She couldn't do a single thing about it. She didn't even feel like a person anymore. She felt like she was just a cocksleeve for him. Her eyes were dull and listless and her mouth felt dry and cracked as she whimpered and took his cock over and over and over.
The deluge of slimy, gooey sludge inside her sloshed around as he pumped another inhumanly large load into her. When would it end? Would it ever end? He finished another round of breeding her and his cock stayed just as hard as ever. She could still feel every ridge and bump of it defiling her, polluting her with that cursed, diseased liquid. Her entire lower half was coated in it, other than her leather skirt which was pushed up around her waist.
The train jerked to a stop. She briefly caught a glimpse of the crowds of people exiting and entering, not a single one paying attention to the girl in the corner getting raped. Her heart sank even lower as the doors closed and the train began moving just as her assaulter started to rock his hips again and grind into her. Her phone vibrated and her eyes fluttered shut as the next round started.
Sophia stared, unseeing, at the plain ceiling as Lance fucked her. They spent nearly the entire day on that train together, until it was dark and the train was empty. The red haze of lust had abated temporarily, just long enough for him to clamp a sweaty, meaty hand around her wrist and drag her out and to his apartment.
Her short leather skirt was just long enough to hide the majority of bubbling, white goop leaking out of her abused hole. Her legs shook and trembled so bad that he ended up picking her up in a bridal carry a quarter of the way through.
Finally, he pulled her into his home and on his bed where she belonged. She looked so small and innocent, yet so seductive with her flushed cheeks and sparkling doe eyes framed with dark, wet lashes. Her blonde hair fanned out like a halo around her, and her pink lips were so lush and sweet. Her pale skin practically glowed in the moonlight that streamed in from the window, and he crawled up on top of her. He was finally able to rip her top and bra away and get his mouth and tongue on her cute little breasts.
He played with her breasts for a little, but his penis was achingly hard and throbbing with need. He parted her legs easily, holding her in place as she tried to wiggle away. Lance fell on her readily, pinning her to his mattress as he sank into her softness once again. She writhed on his cock in pain, crying out at the intrusion.
Lance made love to his new little wife with all of the energy and eagerness of their first time together. She was so adorable, the way she playfully tried to crawl away from him as if she wasn't just as needy for his cock like he was for her cunny.
Somewhere, her friends were anxiously calling the police and filing a missing person report while their friend was raped and impregnated in an ugly, fat, old man's home. Sophia found tears again, freely weeping as he came inside her again.
"Shhh, no, baby, don't cry," Lance murmured to her. His penis jostled inside her as he hunched over to press tender kisses to her face before attaching his lips to hers.
She whimpered, her sobs muffled by his spittle-covered lips, as his tongue wormed into her mouth. She had just wanted to go hang out with her friends. She had never wanted this. She had never wanted any of this.
Lance sucked her tongue in ecstasy, moaning loudly now that he could. He wanted to express how happy she made him feel and how good she was for him. He licked inside her mouth clumsily, practically mashing their mouths together while he mashed his cock between her milky legs.
Sophia swallowed his sour spit down reluctantly. She shivered as he began to come again, cramming her full of more sperm. He pulled his mouth off of hers and sat back up for better leverage as he pulled his cock out.
The teenage girl didn't even have a second to let hope build when he rolled her on her side and crawled up behind her. She winced as he reached down to pull her leg up and angle the bulbous red head of his cock at her small entrance and pushed inside.
The last thing she registered before she passed out was a chaste kiss on the shell of her ear followed by a husky voice whispering,
"I love you."