1. On the subway in my miniskirt

    Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Drug, Exhibitionism, Teen, Masturbation, Pregnant, Author: Tikiman, Source: sexstories.com

    I had just turned 18 at the time, and my first credit card was burning a hole in my purse. I decided one day to skip afternoon classes and head downtown to do some heavy. There had been some sort of problems with the subways earlier so it was standing room only in the car I boarded. Let me describe myself. I'm about 5 foot 3, naturally honey blond hair in a pageboy cut. I had on a thin white ribbed t-shirt, plaid miniskirt, the skimpy bottoms from an old bikini, with no bra. I'm just small enough that I can get away with it. Mom says I'll droop later in life, but right now, I'm high and proud. I had smoked a bowl before I left, so I was flying. My nipples were diamond hard, poking out from under the t-shirt and I knew everyone was looking. That only made it better. As the subway jerked along, I bumped into the man behind me. In that moment, I could feel his penis hard in his pants against my ass. I reached back and found he was very hard. I stroked him up and down. I felt a hand go under my skirt and start to rub my ass cheek. I pressed back, encouraging it. The hand explored my ass fully before beginning an exploration of my crotch. I leaned forward, both hands still on the rails, and allowed my unseen groper better access to my coochie. A slow finger ran between my legs and we could both feel I was wet. The next thing I knew, the strings on either side of my bikini bottoms were pulled off and I was left breezy under my skirt. The finger returned to my valley and when it ... reached the front, hooked upwards to find my clit out, and ready. Again so slowly, the finger moved. I was standing in front of a guy sitting down and I could see he had noticed what was going on. His boner was threatening to rip through the front of his slacks. Our eyes locked as my groper penetrated me with a finger. My breasts felt swollen and my nipples became even harder. I thrust back at the finger and the whole situation had me close to cumming. I knew I was beginning to make an "O" face, but I didn't care. I heard the click of a shutter as my seated friend took my picture. The thought of him beating off to it later started my orgasm. The finger inside me, the vibration of the tracks, and the perv photographer in front of me combined to make me cum hard. I looked down and saw that I had squirted a little. I laughed to myself, just one more fluid to add to everything else on the subway car floor. The finger withdrew and something else poked me. Whoever it was behind me had his cock out and I was about to get it. I wasn't thinking clearly, I was still high on the bowl I had smoked earlier and high coming down from a massive orgasm. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his every inch penetrating me. I wasn't a virgin, but then again I wasn't a total party girl either. At that moment, I wanted this more than anything I had ever known. I wasn't on the pill, and I was in the middle of my cycle. Mother Nature said I was fertile as a turtle right now and the stalk behind me ...