The Train Journey Sex erotica stories – Y2-Stories

Riding the train home after a concert leads to a different kind of ride.

I was eighteen, on a train returning home from a concert. Tipsy from all the alcohol I’d consumed during the day, I was looking forward to getting home and masturbating with my new vibrator.

I was braless in a black halter neck top and a short, denim skirt, texting my friends on how amazing the concert was. I’d drawn the attention of a few men. I’m 5ft 4inches, blonde, blue eyes, with D cup breasts which are too big for my body.

Two stops into my journey, three middle aged men in their forties boarded the carriage I was peacefully sitting in. Despite being drunk, they looked to be the same age as my parents, so I felt relatively safe.

Safe until the blonde one looked me up and down and smirked with lecherous eyes. “Over here, guys,” he said, leading his friends to sit with me.

I became very anxious, shifting my butt over to sit by the window. The guy whose unwanted attention I’d captured, sat right beside me, while his two friends sat directly opposite us.

“You don’t mind if we sit with you, hey, gorgeous?” he breathed a strong scent of alcohol into my face.

“Yeah, the bald guy directly opposite me grinned. “The train is rather busy tonight.” The carriage was in fact empty; they could have sat anywhere instead of trying to intimidate me.

I said nothing, choosing to look out of the window, hoping they’d get the message and leave me alone, but they didn’t. My silence encouraged them, and the blonde leader put a hand on my knee.

“You’re a sexy little thing. What’s your name, sweetie?” he asked, rubbing my knee. I closed my eyes, rubbing my lips together in fear.

The bald guy opposite me put his feet inside my shins and forced my legs apart. “Don’t be shy, baby, we’re not going to hurt you. You look old enough to be our daughter.”

The trio of drunks laughed while the bald guy got a good look up my skirt. I immediately reacted, covering my black panties with my hands.

“And you look old enough to have a baby,” the dark-haired guy grinned.

“No baby of yours will ever go hungry with those milk bags, hey, sweetie,” the blonde leader whispered loud enough for his friends to hear.

Their crude remarks continued for another ten minutes, while they touched my legs and eventually learned my name was Emma. They taunted me for being alone on the train, so late at night, accusing me of looking for cock.

Unashamedly, these supposedly mature men were acting like a group of teenage thugs, intimidating an eighteen-year-old girl. The blonde leader unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, grinning at my terrified reaction as he took out his cock.

His friends checked the carriage was still empty, then followed their leader. I was stuck on a train with three men who should have known better, masturbating in front of me.

“Look what you did to us, sweetie? Your hot, teen body made three grown men hard,” the blonde leader groaned.

“I like it when they’re shy,” the dark-haired guy said softly, but very menacingly.

“Yeah, pretending to be scared,” the bald guy chipped in, still holding my legs open with his feet. “I bet your young pussy is on fire inside those tight, little panties.”

I wanted to protest, scream, run away, but I was frozen by fear, banking on time saving me, but the blonde leader put his hand between my legs and began to rub my mound.

“Mmm, you ain’t half right,” he chuckled to his friend. “She’s warm, very warm.”

Emitting a sigh of guilt, I shut my eyes and turned my head towards the window.

“Now let’s find out if she’s wet.” The blonde leader pulled my panties aside, exposing my hairless, teen mound to his friends. “Mmm, she’s soaking, boys.”

“Please…” I finally said something, but I didn’t add the stop part.

“She’s asking us nicely,” the dark-haired guy laughed.

I wanted to be angry and upset. I wanted to slap them all across the face, but the powerlessness was intoxicating, as the men stood me up and laid me down on the table in the opposite row of seating.

My mind was so confused by fear and lust, I kept believing this couldn’t happen in modern times. Somebody was surely going to stop these animals from raping me, but nobody came to my aid, not even my own god damn body.

My panties were pulled down my legs and pocketed by the blonde leader, while the other two pulled my halter neck top over my head to expose my breasts.

As they commented crudely on the size of them, they groped my tits and took turns forcing me to suck their cocks. All this happened while their leader pushed two fingers into my pussy.

“Mmm, I love a young, tight slut,” he hissed, gradually sliding his fingers in and out of me hard and deep.

“Ohhh, fuck!” the bald guy groaned. “Now she’s sucking like the slut she is!”

Two minutes later, as I was about to climax against my will, the bald guy started pumping his sperm down my throat.

“Mmm, that’s hot as fuck!” the dark-haired guy moaned, shooting his sperm over my face and tits.

“Uhh, I’m gonna fill you up, slut!” the blonde leader threatened, withdrawing his fingers to line up his cock.

“Do it,” I sighed, submitting mentally to their sexual abuse.

“Fuck her hard!” the bald guy exclaimed.

“Cum deep inside the big titted slut!” the dark-haired guy cheered.

With my face and tits covered in cum, and with the taste of cum in my mouth, the blonde leader told me how turned on he was to fuck someone who looked like one of his daughter’s friends.

“Mmm, are you ready, Emma?”

His rhetorical question was followed by him ramming his thick cock deep inside my pussy. I screamed out and his friends laughed, holding my arms out as their friend fucked me.

“Look at those big tits going for it!” the bald guy laughed, as my soft flesh bounced with each thrust.

“I gotta film this,” the dark-haired guy said, taking out his phone.

“No faces, the blonde leader warned, pounding away between my legs.

I was moaning and sobbing, hating and loving it with equal measure. The ponding my tight pussy took was brutal, but the harder and deeper he ploughed his cock inside me, the wetter and more responsive I became.

As another orgasm washed through my body, the blonde leader called me a dirty, tight slut before he slammed his cock into my cervix and emptied his balls.

I was then left alone once more inside the carriage, covered and leaking cum, trying to pull myself and my clothes back together.

When I finally got home, I used my vibrator as planned, wondering how on earth I ended up getting raped on a train, but more worryingly, asking myself why I ended up enjoying it.