When I was little, my family used to live a bit outside of the city, which meant that the only schools around were pretty much just elementary schools. So when I turned 12 and it was time for me to go to middle school, I had to take the train into the city to every morning and in the afternoon. It was roughly a 45 minute ride and since my parents both had to go to work themselves, I usually had to go alone.
In Japan, we have a lot of train molesters and people who like to flash passengers. My mother always warned me of them because they like to target young school girls but I always dismissed it since I thought that would surely never happen to me.
But in the summer I turned 13, I once came home from school later in the evening since I had club activities and studied by myself in the library after. I went home at around 6pm and the train was packed with people coming home from work. As I was tightly squeeze in between this crowd of adults, unable to move away, I felt a hand reach for my ass. It slowly trailed under my skirt and grabbed one of my ass cheeks, fondling it. I felt the man come closer as his erection poked me from behind and his hand released from my ass and moved towards my pussy. He rubbed my clit over my underwear and I could feel my panties get soaked as I got more and more turned on by his touch. Despite the pleasure he gave me, my first instinct was to run away, as that was what I had been always told. So, I counted down the stations to my home and as soon as the train arrived at the station, I pushed the man away from me and dashed out of the train.
I didn’t tell my parents what had happened once I got home. I felt disgusting and indecent but at the same time, I couldn’t help but think of how good the molester’s touch felt. I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t the molestation that got me turned on but that it was just a natural physical response to getting touched down there. But deep down I knew that each time I masturbated after that, I always thought of my molester.
So, a few years went by as I repressed the thought that I might like getting molested in public. I believed to have successfully overcome this incident until I turned 16 and once again got molested on a fully packed train.
The molester followed much the same pattern as the first one, fondling my ass and rubbing my pussy while holding me close to him. But this time, my station to get out wasn’t close at all; far from it, I had just gotten on the train when he started. And something about that fact somehow kept me from leaving the train and escaping this situation. Instead, I allowed him to go further.
After my parties were completely soaked in my pussy juice, the man pushed them aside, exposing my naked pussy. His kissed my neck as he started fingering my virgin vagina, reaching into places nobody had ever been before. I relished in his touch as my body began moving on its own from the pleasure, moving my hips up and down his fingers. I couldn’t hold my voice back anymore and let out a soft moan. I think that stirred something up in my molester as he started fingerfucking me more violently and all of a sudden I felt a big, hot, rock hard thing slap against my pussy.
It took me a second to realize that he has taken out his cock and was now rubbing it against my pussy lips. He rocked back and forth, his huge cock getting lubed up by my pussy juice. Then, without any warning, he rammed it inside me. I let out a gasp as he roughly fucked into me. His big dick was stirring up my insides, hitting my deepest places, all while I was still in public, surrounded by a bunch of people. But something about the thought of possibly getting caught having sex in public with a stranger turned me on even more and made me clench my pussy tighter around his cock. He fucked me for a good ten minutes or so before shooting his hot cum inside me and then zipping up his pants again and leaving the train like nothing had ever happened.
Meanwhile, his semen was running out of my pussy, dripping down my legs. I fixed my skirt up and got out of the train as soon as I got to my station. First thing I did at home was shower and scrape out all of his cum from my pussy, fingering it out of me. I couldn’t help but smell his semen on my fingers out of curiosity and carefully taking a small lick of it. The semen had a strong smell and slightly salty taste that was so addicting that I started eating everything I scraped out. After I was done cleaning myself, I went to a nearby pharmacy and purchased morning after pills.
Since my second encounter, I couldn’t deny anymore that I loved getting molested and raped on the train. The mere thought of it was enough to get me wet and horny. I have read up a lot about people with similar kinks on Japanese sex forums online and learned about the culture of “OK Girls” and “OK Boys,” people who will actively encourage people in trains, at concerts, and other public events to fuck them on the spot by rubbing up against people or just letting molesters have their way with them. I got on the pill after learning this and am now and OK Girl! I hope I can tell you all about my encounters since then too~
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