Overwhealmed

Your brain is screaming for you to put a stop to this. You're riding home on the subway, a total stranger - although a very handsome one - is fucking your from behind, another man - sitting right in front of you - is masterbating while he watches you, and a rather plain looking college coed is pressed up against your body and is slowly unbuttoning your blouse.

You know someone is going to see. You know that this is going to cause some kind of uproar. But the excitement is too much to bear. You pussy is creaming; your panties, pulled aside under your skirt by the stranger is wet with your juices. You swear you can hear the distinct sounds of a cock fucking your pussy over the roar of the subway.

You scan the subway car. Two teenage boys are staring and hitting each other. They know! This has to stop!

You can't stop!

The girl has undone a third button. Your bra is exposed. She takes hold of the front clasp and, with only two fingers, unhooks it. She pushes the open bra down; your breasts swell and begin to spill from your blouse.

The stranger behind you groans softly. He thrusts into you hard. You can feel the hot stream of cum flooding your pussy. The man's cock slips from you. You hear a zipper close up. He leans closer and kisses you next. "Here," he pushes something into your hand, "call me!"

The man sitting in front of you is gasping. You know that he is cumming.

The train slows; it is pulling into the next station. Your stop is the one after this. The handsome stranger who has just fucked you eases past you and heads for the opening doors. The other man stands up, his hand is out of his pants. He reaches up to show you his cum-covered palm. Without a word, he wipes the slime over your exposed breast. He turns and hurries off of the subway.

Should you follow them? Are the teenaged boys getting closer?