With a tale of molestation

"Boooobies!" Richie the retard (as Amy liked to call him) was toying with her breasts, crushing them with his sweaty hands. Only Amy's thin top kept his calloused palms from dragging across her soft skin, but his juice-stained fingers gripped her jugs like plush toys until she let out a squeak.

Over his shoulder, Amy could see shadows passing by the frosted window of their train compartment. The window behind her framed a bright open field and an endless blue sky. If Richie's hands weren't bolted to her chest, she might have made an escape attempt.

"God, yes, they're boobies." Amy snapped. "Do we have to go through this every time?" The exasperated blonde put her hands on her hips while the retarded teen slapped her tits back and forth like a busty newton's cradle. The shimmery gray fabric of her halter top looked like an overstretched rubberband as it barely managed to keep her big perky tits from bouncing more than an inch apart.

"Boooobies…" Richard drooled. The mentally challenged 18-year old looked more like a manchild thanks to his height and developing five o'clock shadow. His denim shorts were tight around his beefy thighs and his t-shirt didn't even cover his gut completely. Amy sometimes wondered if he was actually a teen at all, but he handled her jugs with all the glee of an excitable young boy.

"Ow! Fuck! Don't smack em, asshole!" Amy whined. She wasn't surprised Mr. Larkin had put her in this position, but she was eager to find a way out. She'd only been there long enough to set her backpack on the ground before Richie was swatting her tits like volleyballs. "God, it's like none of you have seen a pair of tits before."

Richie pushed her onto the room's single cot, causing her big tits to jump out of her top. He immediately latched his sloppy mouth onto her jugs, sucking on that soft pink sweatermeat until his saliva rolled down her breasts.

Amy kicked herself for wearing her halter top and matching miniskirt. Her misguided attempt to compete with April's provocative wardrobe was already proving to be more trouble than it was worth. Surprised by his strength, Amy found her feet pressed against her lumbering classmate's shoulders when he spread her legs and began rubbing his crotch against her mound.

"Richie, this is a no-no." She explained calmly. "I let you play with my tits. That doesn't mean you get to- Oo!" Her eyelids fluttered as Richie's bulge rubbed her clit through her black thong. She felt herself relax slowly, unconsciously urging him to shove his cock inside of her.

Amy had gone several weeks without touching herself since most of her nights were usually spent sucking nutsack or letting herself get groped, but ever since her encounter with Greg in her bedroom, she had felt a rising heat between her loins. The thought of losing her virginity was exciting but she didn't want to lose it to some hulking slant-eyed freak.

"Ah, Richie -Ooo- Richie! Please, let's slow down, okay?" Amy pleaded as his denim covered bulge pressed against her dampening sex.

She was prepared to offer him a blowjob (if the last semester had taught her anything, it was that boys would do almost anything if you offered them a blowjob or titfuck), but before she could, there was a knock at the door.

"Umm, just a minute!" Amy exclaimed as Richie **** her into the mating press position. If anyone opened that door they'd see Richie's bucking hips and his hard bulge mere inches from Amy's clothed pussy. His hands were still clutching her jugs like bowling balls. "Don't come in. Please."