Chikan Time!

Molested on a Train

“So, when you say professional clothes…”

“Cheryl, I swear to God, if you show up to your interview tomorrow in that same lazy dress of yours, I’ll actually suffocate you in your sleep,” the woman on the other end of the phone call declared, her tone serious.

Cheryl groaned in response.

“Weren’t you the one who was begging me for this internship?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know I’d have to put effort into getting it,” Cheryl said with a sigh as she stood behind the yellow line, waiting patiently for the train in the bustling subway. “You made it sound like I was a shoo-in if I just showed up.”

“You are, but that doesn’t mean you can just show up to the interview in sweatpants.”

Cheryl let out a small chuckle and glanced down at her black T-shirt and very tight denim hotpants. “I’m not wearing sweats, I can assure you…”

“You’re either going to buy a new dress on your way back to the apartment or borrow one of mine. End of story.”

“Fine, yes, Mom,” Cheryl said, her voice laced with sarcasm just as she heard the speeding train in the distance, causing other passengers to rush to the yellow line. “Has anyone ever told you that you sound sexy when you use that tone?”

“Don’t be a smartass,” the woman said, her eyes rolling so hard Cheryl could hear it, making her chuckle. “You haven’t been drinking or smoking, right? They’re serious about that kind of stuff at the office.”

Cheryl fell silent and raised the bag in her hand full of THC gummies and vape cartridges to her face. “No, ma’am, completely sober here,” she said with a small smirk just as the train finally rolled into sight. “The train’s here, so I have to go now. Tell your boyfriend I said hi.”

With that, Cheryl hung up the phone as the chrome train came to a screeching halt. Already seeing how packed it was inside the train from outside, Cheryl took in a deep breath, bracing herself.

And with a chime from the speakers above, chaos ensued.

The moment the train doors were open, people began to push and shove past one another, not out of anger but with a sense of urgency. It was around the time most people in the city were either getting off work or school, so everyone was in a rush to get home. Normally, Cheryl didn’t think much of it since she was never one to be pushed around. But it was her day off for classes and she was wearing her thinner clothes that didn’t have much padding.

Still, Cheryl managed to wiggle her way through the herd of stampeding passengers. She even managed to find a half-decent spot to stand near a pair of double doors where she had just enough room not to bump shoulders with any of the surrounding passengers.

“Really have to save up for a car,” Cheryl mumbled, as the smell of everyone’s combined musk mixed in with the cheap floor cleaner, making her nose twitch irritated.

Being a full-time college student helped Cheryl stay focused on her studies, but it didn’t help much in terms of financial influx. With her parents back home already helping with her apartment rent, Cheryl needed to make some money quickly. Hopefully, the paid internship at the office her roommate worked out would help.

“Don’t see why weed needs to be demonized, though,” Cheryl muttered to herself as she held onto her bag of goodies.

Suddenly there was another wave of passengers rushing onto the train, causing everyone to groan and make room. At the same time, Cheryl found herself being bumped into the door in front of her, the train car now more cramped than before.

Great.

After the last wave of passengers, the train doors finally closed, and with a harsh jerk, the train began to speed away, with everyone packed like sardines.

As Cheryl stared out the window, she cursed herself for not bringing her headphones. Now, she could practically hear the breaths of the person behind her. Still, she tried her best to ignore the stranger’s presence, knowing that it couldn’t be helped given the circumstances, and instead thought about her upcoming interview.

She was going to need to make the interviewer laugh. Her last boyfriend always pointed out that he always knew he’d get the job if he made the person la—

Cheryl’s thoughts were quickly broken when she felt something rub along her right ass cheek. Knowing it probably wasn’t the man’s intention since they were on a rickety train, she held back her curse, not wanting to cause a scene. Still, as she felt the man’s large hand cup her ass cheek, this time fully groping her, his intentions were made clear.

Molesters were an unfortunate threat women had to deal with during certain train hours. This was the first time Cheryl herself had ever been targeted, but she wasn’t about to let some man take advantage of her.  The man kept touching her, and to her surprise, she got horny.  But getting molested here in public was not on her agenda.  To avoid a scene, she pushed her way through the crowd to get away from the man and went into a toilet to deal with her horny pussy.

Cheryl shut the door on the train toilet and stood facing the big mirror on the wall.  Her sharp blue eyes ran over her young figure.  Cheryl removed her black T-shirt and posed seductively.  The girl liked what she saw.  A smile curved her pretty mouth, and her eyes flashed a little as they danced up and down her form. ‘Any wonder the molesters want this body,’ she thought.

With the t-shirt gone, Cheryl was nearly naked in tight-fitting denim hotpants.  She could see every curve of her body in these things, and the girl liked that.  Smiling softly, Cheryl slipped her hands up her body to her jutting tits.  Cupping the pointed globes gently, Cheryl felt them.  Her forefingers teased her nipples, which stood hard and poked cutely into the air.  She smiled broadly to see her nipples spike.  It was cool doing this, knowing that hundreds of people were just outside the door.

When her nipples were nice and stiff, the girl smoothed her hands to her hips and stood gazing at her tits.  Turning slightly to the right, Cheryl watched her tits thrust.  The blonde beauty drew her shoulders back to make them push out harder, and she giggled softly.  She was very proud of her firm young tits.

When her eyes were satisfied, her hands returned upward to caress her lovely, jutting tits.  Cheryl’s fingers inched up the slopes of her tits and covered her pointing nipples.  She toyed with them for a moment until they tingled.  With thumbs and forefingers, she gave them little pinches.

“Mmmm,” Cheryl purred, giving herself good feelings.

She made bra-cups of her hands and squeezed her tits gently, then more fervently.  Ever since she was a little girl, Cheryl liked to play with her tits.  It felt so good when she toyed with them, caressed them, and rubbed them.  The blonde’s breathing quickened slightly as her hands continued to manipulate her thrusting tits.  Her nostrils flared, and she pushed her curvy tits harder into moving hands.

Cheryl’s naughty hands brought her tits to life.  Her blue eyes danced and sparkled as she gazed into the mirror at her perfect, hard tits.  Her pink tongue slipped slowly across her sexy lips as wicked thoughts entered her young mind.  With a half-smile of mischief on her pretty face, her hand moved from breast to breast, playing, feeling, teasing, and then squeezing.

“Mmmm,” she murmured again as her pink nipples responded to her delightful fingers.

Every inch of her smooth, white tits tingles.  Each breast filled with erotic feelings that pleased Cheryl very much.  She liked to feel sexy.

As usual, the erotic feelings in her tits spread rapidly throughout her sensual young body.  No one but Cheryl knew about this reaction to breast playing.  She discovered it after she had busted her cherry.  From that time onward, anytime she excited her tits, horny feelings coursed through her body and turned her on completely.

She caught her breath as the delicious tickle in her tits moved into her belly.  A soft sound escaped her throat, and she moved her hand from her arching, thrusting tits.  Her fingers darted to the zipper of her tight denim shorts, and she pushed it all the way down with her pink panties.  The flare of her hips alone forced the denim apart.  Cheryl breathed deeply as her hand went into her shorts.  The tips of her light fingers rubbed over her shaved, puffy pussy-lips.  The end of her middle finger found the tip of her erect clit.

In her unique style, Cheryl got herself off.  She parted her legs and snapped her head back.  Her tits were thrust hard, and her pussy pushed forward against her hand.  Her fingers went wild in her crotch, moving exactly right to please her totally.  Her clit got very stiff under her teasing finger, and her pussy grew moist as her other fingers rubbed her tingling slit.  She kept her middle finger moving against the tip of her quivering little clit, because this was the best feeling.  It aroused her lust deep in her tightened belly.

“Oh, oh, Ahhhhh…” she moaned softly as her fingers thoroughly aroused her smooth young pussy.

After a few seconds of pussy playing, her hips started to rotate.  Her ass churned.  Choking back a gasp, she clenched her clit between her thumb and forefinger and humped her pussy to help her fingers do the proper job.  Then, she indulged in her favorite fantasy.  With her pretty head thrown back and her long blonde hair swishing near her waist, she rubbed her pussy slit and moist clit furiously as she screwed her crotch around faster.  Her eyelids fluttered open, and her glazed blue eyes stared at the picture on her phone of a muscular man naked with a huge erect cock.

Humping her horny pussy against her squeezing fingers, she rasped, “Oh, lick it.”

Cheryl liked to pretend this man in the picture was on his knees when she was climbing toward an orgasm.  She wanted to pretend it was his tongue and not her finger twitching around her stiff little clit, giving her such scrumptious feelings.  Her short game always ended the same way.  She fingered her clit until she couldn’t stand the delicious intensity any longer until her vagina was so hot that it craved something inside it.

Gasping and moaning hotly, with her knees beginning to tremble and her tits jiggling, she shifted her naughty finger from her clit to her vagina.

“Ooh…” she gasped, staring hard at the picture on her cell phone.  “Fuck me…”

Imagining this stud was now going to stick his monstrous cock into her cute teen vagina, Cheryl fucked her slender finger into her cunt.  She caught her breath, imagining the thickness and length of the pornstar’s beautiful cock, and gasped continually as she fucked her finger into her wet, clenching cunt.  Her pussy got hot in these moments, and she humped her ass furiously as her finger fucked and plunged.

“Oooooooo…” she groaned with release and relief.

Something seemed to explode in the depths of her squirming young pussy.  Her whole body started jerking violently, and her tits ached and thrust hotly.  Her ass quivered and shook.  Her legs trembled fitfully, and her wet finger fucked relentlessly into her twisting, screwing vagina.

Her orgasm, like all of her orgasms, made her completely helpless.  Her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor.  She just folded and dropped where she stood.  Gasping loudly, she pushed her shorts and panties to her knees, exposing her smooth pussy.  Then she finger-fucked her cunt wildly, twisting her hot ass as if really having sex.  Not that Cheryl had ever had sex with a man, but she had seen lots of online porn.

“Ohhhhh…” Cheryl moaned as she climaxed.

Her pussy flooded over her with the force of a tidal wave.  Her eyes rolled in her pretty head, and her tits jiggled and pushed in the air as her ass trembled and her vagina churned on her fucking finger.

A few seconds later, which seemed like ages to the half-conscious teen, the giant waves of secret pleasure subsided slowly.  Cheryl panted hotly for breath.  Her body writhed and curled on the restroom floor as she buried all of her stiff fingers up her drenched cunt and relished the aftershocks of her violent climax.  Incredible thrills of delight shooting through her pussy, then through the rest of her turned-on, vulnerable young body.

“Ohhh … Mmmmmmm…” Cheryl moaned with pleasure and smiled.

She slowly got to her feet and jerked her shorts and panties up.  Pulling in her flat tummy, she zips the tight pants.  The material crushed against her soaked pussy.  It felt nice to her, and she moaned a little to feel it press against her sensitive little clit.  Cheryl put her t-shirt on, and her tits jut almost angrily, pointing sharply at the light fabric.  The teen tucked the t-shirt into her short’s tight waistband and admired the result in her mirror.

Suddenly, the restroom door opened, and an old train conductor was standing there with a big frown on his face.

*****

“What do you think you’re up to, little missy,” the man in his fifties says harshly.  He poked his head into the restroom, expecting to see another person there.  “I heard noises coming from here that sounded like sex.”

“Sorry, mister, I was just…”

The man stepped inside and sniffed the air.  “You were just playing with your little pussy, weren’t you, you dirty little girl.”

“No…  No, I-I…”

“Don’t lie,” he said, hitting the button that closed and locked the door.  “I can always hand you into security, ya know.  What would your parents say if they found out their girl was such a slut?”

“Please…  Please, don’t tell on me…”

The old conductor sat on the toilet.  “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Cheryl.”

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” she said.

“You don’t look it.  Show me your ID,” the conductor said, holding his hand out.

She blushed but pulled her wallet from her purse and produced an ID card with her name, address, and age on it.  He examined it and handed it back to her.  The man suddenly pulled Cheryl close, his hand running up and down her back.  She stiffened when she felt his hand come to rest on her butt.

“Hey…” the teen squealed.  “Stop it.  Let me go.”

“I’ll let you go, Cheryl,” the conductor assured her.  “I just want to spend some time with you first.”

He didn’t move his hand from her butt, and he started squeezing the firm flesh through her shorts.  Cheryl stood on her toes, trying to avoid the older man’s touch, and she turned away, but he put his right arm around her to block her escape.

“No,” Cheryl squealed.  “Let me go.”

“You can go when I’m done, Cheryl,” the conductor explained.

The stranger’s hand glided down to the back of her thighs and slipped into her shorts to cup her ass cheeks.  He felt the soft fabric of her panties and her warm skin against his palm.

“Hey, stop it,” the teen squealed, twisting her body in his grip.

“Hold still, Sweetie,” the conductor said, “You don’t want me to hurt you, do you?”

To make his point, he pinched the soft flesh of her upper thigh between his thumb and finger.

“Ow,” the teen groaned.

She stared at him wide-eyed, and he saw tears welling in her beautiful blue eyes.  His cock swelled even more when he saw her glistening eyes.

“Behave yourself, and I won’t have to hurt you anymore,” the teen molester explained.  “Understand?”

The girl sniffed and nodded, rubbing her leg with one hand while the man rubbed her ass unhindered.

“Now, you just be still,” the conductor ordered.

Cheryl stood—scared and confused—while the man let go of her briefly.  He took her denim shorts in his hands, pulled them down, and made her step out of them.  She was leaving her in just her black T-shirt, panties, and sandals.  The conductor then took off her T-shirt.  He stared at her nearly naked body.  Even though it was warm in the train restroom, she felt goosebumps on her skin, and her pink nipples grew hard again.

“Good girl, Cheryl,” the strange man whispered.  “Wow, good girl.”

His voice was husky and deep now.  His big hands grabbed Cheryl’s shoulders, and they slid down her bare arms, raising new goosebumps.  The man’s rough hands paused on her upper arms while he stared at her small tits, and the nervous teen felt his thumbs rubbing her hard little nipples.  At first, she was afraid, but his thumbs really felt good on her nipples, and her eyes drooped closed as he rubbed them.

“Mmmm,” he moaned softly.  “That’s so nice.  You’re such a pretty girl, Cheryl.  You’re so beautiful.  You remind me of my daughter.”

Cheryl stood contentedly as the old man molested her.  He put his palms against her chest and rubbed them in small circles on her nipples.  The old man’s hands slipped to Cheryl’s belly, drifting across her hips, across her panties, and to the fronts of her thighs.  He slithered his hands around to caress the silky skin of her legs and then let his hands rise to her butt.  Taking a cheek in each hand, he squeezed the round, firm globes of her ass, drawing her closer until she stood between his knees.

The conductor could smell her sweet shampoo and the scent of cleanliness as he played with her butt.  Glancing down, he saw that the teen had her eyes closed, apparently enjoying the feel of his hands on her ass.

“Does that feel good, Cheryl?” he murmured, smiling at her silent nod.

Hooking his fingertips into the top band of her panties, he slid them down over her legs and let them drop at her feet.  He sat and stared at her beauty, her small tits, the slight bulge of her belly, the gentle curve of her thighs, and the swelling of her labia between her legs.  That’s where his gaze focused.

“Why haven’t you got any hair on little pussy yet?” he asked.

“I wax it off,” Cheryl said softly.  “I like it smooth.”

“Makes you look younger than eighteen.”

Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, he turned on the camera and started taking pictures of the beautiful naked teen.  She stood demurely as he snapped photos, her hands at her sides.

“Why are you taking my picture?” she finally asked in a quiet voice.

“Because you’re so beautiful,” the conductor said.  “I want to be able to see you whenever I want.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Cheryl asked, obviously flattered.

“Oh, yes.  Anyone would.  In fact, I know a whole lot of people that’d love looking at your pictures.”

He didn’t feel the need to tell Cheryl that the people were adult men who would soon be masturbating to her photos after posting them on a certain website he frequents.

“Really?” she whispered.

The conductor knew that she was clearly interested in the idea of people looking at her pictures. This was typical. Girls like this were natural hams in front of a camera and loved seeing pictures of themselves. They also like people telling them they’re pretty. Hence, combining flattery with photography was an excellent way to get a teen to drop her inhibitions.

“Smile for me,” the conductor said.

Cheryl obliged, flashing a big smile while putting her hands on her hips in an unintentionally sexy pose.  The old conductor snapped a few more photos before his erection grew too uncomfortable to ignore.  He put his phone away and faced the teen, guiding her back in front of him with his hands on her bare, soft shoulders.  His hands glided over her naked body, his left hand settling on her rear end and his right on her warm pussy.  Cheryl stiffened when he touched her most private places.

“Hold still.  I won’t hurt you,” the conductor instructed.

She complied, scared but comfortable, as he slipped his finger along the slit between her puffy pussy lips.  As he molested her vagina with his right hand, he squeezed the firm, soft flesh of her ass with the other.  Slowly and gently, he inserted his finger further between her labia until the tip entered the slick opening.  He smiled at the feel of the moisture in the teen’s cunt.

“You were fingering yourself in here,” he said.  “Before I caught you.”

“Yes,” Cheryl whispered.

“You’re still very wet.  Did you cum hard?”

She nodded.

“Does that feel good, Cheryl?” he asked.

He had noticed her eyes were closed and her full pink lips slightly parted.

“Mmmmm,” the teen hummed.  “Mmmm-hmmm.”

She swayed a little as the old man fondled her.  The conductor let a finger from his left-hand slip between her ass cheeks, and it glided softly over the rough ring of her asshole.  In contrast, his right index finger penetrated her vagina.  He heard the teen moan and his hard cock twitched in his pants.  Unable to wait any longer, the conductor released the teen and unfastened his pants.  His cock sprang free, and the old man started stroking it as he stared at the pretty little flush-cheeked eighteen-year-old.  Her eyes grew wide as she stared at his hard cock.

Cheryl stared at the big veiny cock in the man’s hand.  She started to back away while the man pulled at his cock, but he grabbed her upper arm gently with his free hand to keep her still, so she just watched, fascinated and a little afraid.  The stranger’s breathing grew deeper and heavier as if he’s been running or something.  The way he stared at her was changing, like he was about to hit her or something.  When he stood, she tried to back up again, but his hand clamped harder on her arm.

“Don’t move,” the man moaned.  “I won’t hurt you.  I promise.”

Cheryl gazed up at the man as he loomed over her and moved her head back to avoid the long cock between his legs.  His hand flew from her arm to her hair, gripping the soft blonde strands in his fingers.

“Don’t move,” the man urged.

Cheryl’s hair only hurt if she tried to move her head, so even though she was kind of scared, she held still to avoid pulling her hair.  The teen stared up at the man with her eyes wide and her lips parted.

The conductor stared down at the beautiful, innocent teen.  Her eyes appeared enormous from his perspective, gazing up at him with a mixture of confusion, curiosity, and fear.  They were wide open and wet, and her pretty pink lips pouted sexily.

“Almost done, Cheryl.  Keep watching my cock.  Look at it, take it in,” the man urged, and Cheryl lowered her eyes to watch the eight-inch cock the man was stroking.  “Good, girl, look at my cock and balls.  Remember every detail.”  His hand stroked the cock even faster.  “Almost done.  Don’t move, I won’t hurt…  Ahhhhhhhhh…” he groaned.

The conductor held his cock an inch away from the girl’s face, and he watched as a thick glob of semen burst from the hole at the end to splatter against her lips.  The next two spurts hit her nose and cheek, and she jerked in surprise, but he gained enough control to smack her lips with the rest.

‘Ew,’ Cheryl thought as more warm slime shot from the man’s cock onto her lips.  Some of the stuff dribbled between her lips and into her mouth.  She swallowed absently, not really tasting anything, but the slimy feel was a little unpleasant.  Fortunately, there wasn’t very much of the stuff, so the man stopped spraying her face pretty soon enough.  He sat on the toilet with a sigh and let go of Cheryl’s hair.  The teen glanced down at her naked body when she felt some of the jizz drip from her chin and hit her chest.  She reached to wipe it off her face, but the man took her wrist in his hand to stop her.

“Wait,” he ordered.

The conductor retrieved his phone and took a picture of the teen with his semen coating the lower part of her face.  The white jizz dripped from her nose to pool above her upper lip while strings of sperm connected her lips.  More milky clumps of semen dripped from her pointy chin and landed on her bare chest.

“Smile, Baby,” the conductor said, and she did so nervously as he took her picture, getting close-ups of her face and chest.

As he continued to take photos, her smile became more genuine until she was beaming through the glaze of sperm on her face.  He held the camera in one hand and used the other’s index finger to scoop the semen from her cheek.

“Open up, Baby,” he instructed, and she did, allowing him to put his finger in her mouth.

He moaned when she closed her lips over his finger.  He felt her warm wet little tongue against his finger as she sucked his sperm from it.  The conductor continued to wipe the sperm from her face and chest and feed it to her, and she willingly took it into her mouth.

‘Holy shit,’ the conductor thought as he took picture after picture.  ‘These shots are a gold mine.  I’ll have to make the photos available a few at a time and charge an exorbitant price for them.’  That’s the nature of things these days.  A pretty blonde, barely legal girl with sperm on her face and eating it was worth a small fortune for a brief time.

After a couple of minutes and about a hundred pictures, the conductor’s hormone levels return to normal, and the reality of his situation insinuated itself into his consciousness.  He quickly pulled up his pants and handed the teen her clothes.

“Here, Sweetheart,” he told her hurriedly.  “Put your clothes back on, and let’s get outta here.”  Before he left her, the old man impressed upon her the idea that she shouldn’t tell anyone what had happened.  “You don’t want to get in trouble, do you?” he asked.

She shrugged.  “For what?”

“You let a stranger touch you and look at your private parts,” he reminded her, “Don’t you think your parents would be mad if they found out?”

Cheryl hadn’t thought of that.

“And you let me see you naked,” he continued, confusing her even more.

The teen frowned.  “But you took my clothes off.”

“Yes, but you let me,” he said.

He saw tears welling in the girl’s eyes and figured she’d keep her mouth shut.  Just to be sure, he added one more thing: “I’ll tell you what.  I won’t tell your folks about what you did if you don’t.  You liked it when I touched you, right?”

Cheryl nodded, both relieved at the man’s promise and because she really liked his touch.

“Good,” he said.  “Then it’ll be our little secret.  Bye, Cheryl.  Next time, if you wanna play with your pussy do it at home, not on a train.”

“Yes, mister.”

With that, the man left, going up the carriage away from her.  Cheryl pushed out into the crowded train and found a spot in the doors.  The conductor wrote down her address he remembered from her ID card because he knew he’d be visiting her very soon.  She had holes to plunder and had the cock to do just that.

‘No, young Cheryl,’ he thought happily as he saw her pushing through the packed commuter train.  ‘Me and my friends are gonna fuck you until your holes are ruined, young lady.’

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