He pulled his finger out of my sweating ass and tugged at my panties to work them further down around my hips. My body no longer obeyed my intellect and sought to readmit the probing digits. I was helpless against him. He soon located one of the satin ribbons which held my panties to my jello-quaking torso. As he continued to finger me in front, he pulled on the bow with the same firm, gentle tug his other hand had previously used on my nipples, finally undoing the fancy lacing. Losing all sense of place and propriety, I reached down, hiked up the side of my skirt, and loosed the second bow. I stared rigidly ahead with my shoulders set and back arched, as the untied fancies slipped away from underneath me. I felt the draft of the cool morning against my moist, naked skin. The hand on my pubis was now constrained only by the sagging front of my skirt, and two serpents entered me together, twisting and turning up into my tunnels. I shortly had my first-ever orgasm on the morning train, trembling and supported by my fellow commuters. He brought his other hand across my arched belly and slipped it up again under my buttoned sweater like he was a boa enwrapping his prey. I leaned my head to one side, dreamily expecting a bite on my neck. The hand moved to my front demi-cups closure and, working the clasp from between my boobs, undid my brassiere. His right hand moved up under my sweater to yank twice at the backstrap to remove it entirely, but without success, the shoulder straps held. My perfectly-fitted French bra hung like an opened bolero around my shoulders, while my sweater had crept up to bunch under my armpits. I must have looked a mess, like a teen in the backseat of a muscle car at a drive-in. The breezes felt icy-hot against my exposed bottom, belly, and breasts. I could not believe this: a stranger was undressing me on a crowded subway car with people all around us, and I was not only not resisting him, but was urging him to get on with it! Could anybody see us? I was walking towards the consummation in this strange, dark, cavern, stripping off my inhibitions with my clothes, dominated by fear of discovery, exploitation, and surging lusts. The train braked into another station. I dreaded that the train car might suddenly empty and leave me naked to the world, but we continued like teenagers in the back of a movie theatre, urgently exploring each other's intimate parts. The train sat for several minutes before slowly exhaling and chuffing again out of the station. We moved as if glued together. With a squawk, the conductor announced over the train's loudspeaker: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the area of the emergency track work is just ahead. Metro Transit Authority has informed us that emergency work has just begun ahead to remove a length of damaged track. It will take a half-hour to 45 minutes. We apologize for this safety-mandated delay." Others groaned and cursed. My phantom lover moved his hands to my hips, and wrenched me about to face him. Until this time I had not seen my fanny-familiar. He was a wiry, muscular Puerto Rican, maybe 18 years old, and a little shorter than my 5'6. My panties were in his shirt pocket. His cock was between us, staring up at me. His visage was very dark, almost sinister. I couldn't believe that a nice Jewish girl like me was about to let a spic have his way with my body, but the volcanic fire in me would no longer be contained; the natives had to throw the virgin over the lip of the mountain. He slid my skirt up over my hips and moved towards me. I looked around and smiled wanly. I guided his blunt tip, sparkling with yet another lubricating droplet, over my outer lips, my hands bringing him into me. He thrust himself smoothly inside my swollen, pulsing entrance. I spread my legs still further and moved to center his probe. His hands moved to the bottoms of my ass, at the same time pushing into me and pulling me onto him. I clutched him fiercely to me and had an orgasm almost as soon as his length slid into me, pulling my cheeks apart from behind as he penetrated. I yelped and managed to push my left leg up over his right hip to better mount him, and his hands lifted me onto his pole. His hands under my butt guided my upward flexions, easing me down as he rammed himself up into me. He briefly moved his hand from my back and took my panties from his pocket and put them in his teeth to sniff my musk as he fucked me. He looked menacingly idiotic; like an ogre who has just eaten a woman whole, the petticoats still hanging out. Our strokes were long and forceful, and I felt like his dick was pushing up through my entire body. I looked at the ceiling and opened my mouth, my tongue pressing against my front teeth. He pulled apart my sweater and exposed my aching breasts, fondling and caressing me with his dusky brown hands. I took my panties from his mouth, kissed him all over his salty face and mouth, and pulled his head to me, leaning myself back and closing my eyes. He lowered his head to my quivering chest, kissed the space between my globes, and sucked my left nipple into his mouth. I came again with a helpless moan. He ran his tongue over first one breast, then the other, lightly licking, kissing, and nuzzling them. I wantonly hyperventilated as he tickled my waist, hips and back. All the while our bodies moved in concert with my skirt bunched up on my hips, his dark hands again on my behind. Our thrusts became more urgent and pointed, as my own internal muscle began to spasm and pulse with a rhythm faster than the train's. I reached around the back of his neck to stuff my panties into my own mouth. I was breathing in short gasps and moaning, and needed the cloth to bite on. I clenched my love muscles around his prick, now desperately trying to beat the ejaculation from this untiring iron. He grabbed me hard, jamming me down onto him, at the same time pushing up into me, finding new corridors inside me and lifting both my feet off the floor. I lost one of my heels, I think, during this. His organ kissed my G-spot. I felt his tool surge and explode inside me, splattering my inner cavities with hot, salsa-tinged Puerto Rican seed. Seconds later I came, melting like wax against him. He held me against him while I recovered. He caressed my backside lovingly and pulled out of me. A drip trickled down my left thigh. No word was spoken. The conductor got on the loudspeaker and said it would be about another 20 minutes before the train moved. As I aspirated my damp panties, I could feel his erection still bobbing with the train motion between my slick thighs. He hammered against my nether opening, and I moved my leg to accommodate a second assault. My Spanish torero was fingering and playing with my behind, making two determined thrusts with his hot penis. He bent to me again to lick and lightly bite my nipples. I wanted him to nibble me all over. He muttered something and wrestled me around again, my back to him, my skirt still loosely circling my hips and my sweater open for all to see -if anybody could. I kept hold of my purse, I need my glasses for work. My moisture flowed again as I bent for a new assault, grabbing the hems of my skirt so it was up exposing my butt, out of the way. I fully expected re-entry in the Conga style, but the bobbing head of his still-stiff organ pulled away from my nether lips, and I felt it intruding instead between my cheeks. This kid wanted to fuck me in the ass on my train to work! I had never taken it in the ass before, but his finger tickles had made me receptive, and I was hot and woozy with desires. I wanted that Spanish tamale inside me however he wanted to do it. What I had never accepted from my boyfriends, I now docilely surrendered to a sinister stranger encountered in the urban caverns of the city transit system. As he spread my blushing buns with his demanding, probing hands, I heard him spit in his hand and make his lance shiny, then pressed it against my rear opening. I bit hard on my silkies and closed my eyes again as he pulled my hips back and forced his way into my virgin bottom. I yelped again and grimaced. His cock pushed into my tender behind, the pressure never ending, impaling me. It hurt. His hands left my hips, one returned to my exposed breasts, the other around my belly, diving down into my skirt to finger me again. As his finger touched my clit, I came again on his hand. My moans and gasps were muffled by my teeth-gritted panties, my world dissolving into one of rhythmic, pulsing pleasure-pain. There were squishy liquid noises, loud enough to be heard in the caboose; perhaps somebody had a slurpee? This spic fucked my ass while holding me clamped like a vise. Then his hand returned to my back and bent me hard over, not caring or knowing I was in significant pain, and mashed up against the back of a large man. I felt his organ tense and seconds latter, he was spurting into my asshole. He pushed forward on my back and against the grip of his hand around my hips as he shot his second load of the morning. I thought he was going to break me in half. He did not pull out. Instead, he rocked slowly back and forth and played with my breasts with both of his hands. I was bent paralyzed against him, impaled on his organ, wedged in by the crowd. His hand moved from my boobs to my face and he took my 'gag' from my mouth, encircling my throat with my now-slick panties, then twisting them suddenly tighter. I did not know what to think at this point, but was lost in sexual delirium. I came again with two of his fingers and his monster inside me, strangled by the silk twisted about my throat. I think my pearl strand broke here, but only I was aware of the loss. They had been given to me by my mother -if she could see me now! "Ladies and Gentlemen," the conductor announced over the loudspeaker, "We have just been informed that in order to complete repairs, they must shut the power in the third rail off. This means the train cars will go dark. They expect this will last 10 to 15 minutes. Please remain calm, there is no danger." The lights in the train went out. There was a momentary jumble of people trying to readjust for comfort and finding there was no room, or perhaps some panicky claustrophobics changing their predicaments? My boy-lover pulled out dripping again on my thigh, and, hands on my hips again, and another hard jumble of bodies, turned me around to face - what? In the dark I could see nothing. Hands caressed my breasts and hips, armpits and neck, wandering all over me. My Latin amorateur kissed me suddenly, clutching me tightly to him, then moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders and pushed me directly down onto my knees. I felt my panties again looped around my throat, and felt a mental chill as I realized my dark master wanted me to blow him, perhaps strangling me in some extreme gratification afterwards....

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