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Her feet hurt as she hurtled down the street, down the stairs, and then up the stairs again… and so did her tits, bouncing painfully with each step. That morning had been such chaos that she had forgotten both breakfast and her bra. Somebody like Olympia wouldn’t have such issues with that, but Sutton? Sutton was about to get arrested for public indecency, she was sure of it.

 She was at the turnstiles now and of course, her train card was lost inside her cavernous backpack, among her notes and her books and her laptop and some old cookies. She bit her lips in frustration but tried to calm herself down. If she didn’t hurry, the last train would leave and considering how far her apartment was, she’d have to sleep in the library or worse. It was her first year and it only had been a few weeks — so she didn’t have any close friends who could put her up for the night.

 If only she could afford an apartment closer to the university. One like Olympia’s. Or if at least she had enough backbone to say no to people, especially when they asked her to stay late. But she hadn’t and the train was about to leave, so all she could do was jump the turnstile despite and hope for the best. Her tits hit her chest with a thud over and over as she ran towards the train. It seemed as if all eyes were on her, but she was just imagining it, right?

 But no. It wasn’t her imagination: the passengers already in the train were staring at her. Well, at her chest. Her cheeks burned red under the weight of those steamy looks.  It wasn’t her fault and they were just tits! But these men’s eyes followed each movement of her breasts, grinning and licking their lips. At least one of them was holding the door open. Small mercies.

 ‘Come on, girl, you’re almost here!’ he said when she was close enough. He grabbed her outstretched hand and helped her climb in, one second before it started moving. Her legs were so tired that the movement propelled her forward and into the strong, hot arms of the man. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. ‘Oh, thank you.’

 Sutton pushed him away and slunk to the back of the train car. The last seat, against the window and with her shoulders pinched together, so they’d forget about her. Nothing happened until the next station when one last man came into the train car. He walked through the aisle slowly before sitting right next to her.

 ‘Mind if I put my umbrella here? I believed the weather report today, can you believe?’

 She peeked at him: he was older than her, with bright green eyes and graying hair. He was wearing a trench coat and did indeed have an umbrella. She nodded and he put the umbrella between them.

 ‘But it’s better to bring something extra than to… forget something important, right?’

 Had he realized? But he wasn’t looking at her chest, but rather at her face. ‘I think so, yeah.’

 ‘Ah, I was beginning to think you didn’t want to talk to me.’

 ‘I’m just tired, sorry. I had a long day.’

 ‘How’s university treating you? No, don’t make that face. There’s a leaflet in your backpack, and most kids your age around here are students.’

 His voice was calm and deep, so warm Sutton wanted to take a nap listening to it. ‘Nice. It’s fun…’

 ‘But? Come on, we both know there’s a but there.’ She glanced at the rest of the car: men were still staring at her. The man leaned forward, shielding her from those torrid gazes. ‘You can be honest with me. I’m just a man on a train.’

He had big, strong hands. A man’s hands. She had to be more assertive, she thought. ‘But tell me your name first. I’m Sutton.’

His smile was a little distant, but still very friendly. ‘I’m Forrester. Pleased to meet you, Sutton. So what’s the problem, then?’

 She didn’t know she had been so stressed out until her torrent of complaints flooded their conversation: her classmates were idiots, she hadn’t made any friends yet, her teachers were mean to her, the food was terrible, and…

 ‘I live very far away. So the commute is too long, and I don’t have time for anything.’

Forrester smiled again. He had been listening and saying exactly what she needed to hear, so she didn’t push him away when he put his hand on her hip under her clothes. ‘Last station, right?’ She nodded, a bit freaked out but also enjoying the feeling of his strong hand against her skin. ‘I live there too. A nice house with a beautiful garden and a weeping willow? Maybe you’ve seen it.’

She gasped. That was the loveliest house in the neighbourhood. ‘Oh, wow! That one is so pretty!’

 ‘And it’s pretty empty right now.’ His hand slid up to her waist and drew circles on her skin. She squirmed, but it wasn’t because she felt bad. It was something new, something that she hadn’t felt that one time Lincoln had felt her up over her clothes. ‘I was thinking of renting out a room, and you seem like such a good kid, Sutton…’

His hand was right below her breasts now, and she had to control her breathing so she wouldn’t start panting. ‘But I don’t… I don’t have much money.’

‘Oh, I’m a generous man. I think we can work something out, don’t you think?’ His thumb barely brushed over her nipple as his hand covered her breast.  ‘It has its own bathroom and a window that looks down to the garden…’

She didn’t hear what else he had to say. Instead, every nerve and neuron in her body focused on how his hand rubbed her breast and pushed it against her other breast, before squeezing it, every time harder than the last. He kissed her with sweet intensity and she kissed him back with all her clumsy earnestness. The world had shrunk to the space between him and the window. She pressed her thighs together, letting the rocking of the train get her closer and closer to release. Her hand fell on top of his crotch: his cock was throbbing under the fabric. She had done that! The triumph was enough to push her over the edge. She moaned against his lips but he didn't let up. She was just a bundle of sensations, lost to all reason.

Then a cough brought her out of her reverie. ‘Well, well, what is going on here? Were you in such a hurry because you were meeting him?’

The man who had helped her onto the train was smirking down at them. Shame froze her: Forrester’s hands were still on her breasts and it was painfully obvious what they had been doing. Even her panties were wet. She bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry. She had to maintain some dignity. She tried to pull down her blouse but Forrester didn’t put his hands away.

‘Why don’t you show him, Sutton? What we were doing?’

Forrester’s smile was calm and encouraging, but she somehow knew that there was no saying no. Her eyes stung with tears and her hands trembled but she lifted up her blouse until her breasts tumbled out of the fabric with enough force to bounce once or twice. It was awful, to be sitting there so exposed that the cold air hardened her nipples. The man’s eyes were groping down the slope of her breast, but soon he wasn’t alone. One or two of the other passengers walked closer.

 ‘Dear, let me help you up,’ Forrester said and stood up. Then he pulled her up. ‘Now show them what we were doing.’

 He pushed her forward so he’d be able to stand behind her. One of the other men’s clammy hands darted forward and tugged at one of her nipples before cupping both her tits. ‘Fuck, they’re even bigger than they look like.’

 She tried to cover her chest with her arms, but Forrester was faster. He pulled back her arms — and pushed his hips against her ass. He was hard, wasn’t he? ‘Sutton, don’t worry. You’ll have fun. You were having fun before, weren’t you?’

‘B-but it’s different. That was you.’

‘You mean a man you just met? This is the same, dear.’

It… it was the truth, wasn’t it? Maybe if she focused on how it felt, she could stamp down her shame, so she closed her eyes. Forrester’s body was pressed against her back, and his dick was hard as a rock. Meanwhile, another set of hands began pinching the sides of her breasts. More men had gathered around her because the air had grown hotter and heavier.

'They’re so fucking heavy. If she smothered me to death, I’d die a happy man.’

Their breathing, their jeers, and their comments surrounded her. They liked her tits, they kept saying so, and her cunt throbbed with each compliment. Their hands were always playing with her tits. Sometimes they were so cold she shivered, sometimes sweaty or clammy. They pushed her tits together and kneaded them. Tugged at them, pinched her nipples, she wasn’t even sure anymore. And then… then somebody’s mouth had enveloped one of her nipples. It was so wet, almost disgustingly wet and hot, but her cunt had clenched with pleasure.

 She opened her eyes as another orgasm unfurled through her body. ‘More like that, please! Please!’

‘Didn’t I tell you you'd like it?’ Forrester said as he let go of her arms. She fell forward into the gathered men. They surged at her and pushed her against the wall. She closed her eyes again as they covered her breasts with their tongues and their hands. Two or three men — or maybe four or five — were sucking on her tits and biting into the soft flesh. Her thighs were spread apart so they could prod at her cunt, not quite daring to finger her. Somebody was kissing her neck, and somebody else was rubbing his dick against her hand. Her panties were pulled down and… Were they going to…? In a train?

 ‘Hey. That’s for me.’ Forrester pulled her away from the men and put her on all fours on the ground. ‘Her cunt, I mean. Do whatever you want to her tits.’

 She looked over her shoulder and opened her mouth but… Would he even believe that she was a virgin, after everything that had gone down? At least it would be him and not one of the strangers, even if it was down on all fours in the dirtiest floor she had ever seen.

 ‘And what great tits they are,’ he said as he cupped one of them from behind. He opened his zipper and put the tip of his cock right against her cunt. It took all her effort not to ram her hips back into it. He steadied her with one hand on her hip. ‘Ready to sign your rent contract, Sutton?’

 She nodded but no words came out of her mouth, only pants: his free hand was rubbing her clit so hard she she could barely think. She didn’t know if it was a big cock or not — it was bigger than most of the other men’s in the train, at least —, but it stung as he pushed into her. Yet her body opened up to him little by little. It was strange, pleasurable, and the filthiest thing she’d ever felt. When he started to move inside of her, a flash of pleasure spread from her cunt to all her body. She no longer remembered where she was, only that the cock inside of her felt amazing and so did the hands all over her tits. The crowd dwindled with each station, but all she noticed was the sudden hot spurts of come against her tits and one last friendly slap before each man got down from the train.

 The feeling of Forrester’s coming inside of her startled her into another orgasm. ‘Again?’ she muttered when he pulled out and pushed her on the floor.

 He laughed. ‘Well, this is my stop, girl.’ He stood up and closed his pants. Dusted off his clothes. She frowned. Was he going to leave her there? Sitting up was hard and made her dizzy, but she managed. She had lost her panties, her blouse was torn and… where was her jacket?

Forrester was standing before her again. He stretched out a hand to her. 'Thankfully, it's also yours.'