Chapter 8 Taking Her Anal Virginity

Rose rushed down the stairs to the subway platform, having heard the train coming in. She squeezed onto the packed commuter train knowing there was no use in waiting for another as they would all be packed. On days like these she was glad she was tall, she couldn't imagine being on such a packed train and not being able to see any further than the suit of the person squished up against her. She was also glad she had pulled her long auburn hair up into a high ponytail, otherwise she risked it getting caught on someone's buttons.

Mentally going over her to-do list for the day she tried to zone out on the cramped conditions when the train jolted and the person behind her pressed against her for a moment. It didn't really register until a low, deep voice in her ear apologized.

"Sorry about that," he murmured.

Turning her head, she intended to only give a polite smile but was drawn into the most startlingly blue eyes she had ever seen. Tipping her head back to gaze up at him, she could only murmur back, "It's okay." Her large green eyes scanned his face, taking in the full lips, sculpted cheekbones and square jaw, the slightly tousled black hair and thick black lashes surrounding his mesmerizing eyes.

Finally tearing her gaze away, she turned around and let out deep sigh, not even realizing she had been holding her breath. The train was running rough and he pressed against her several more times. Each time seemed to last a little longer, the full length of his body pressing against her.

They were underground passing through a long twisting tunnel when the lights began to flicker and the train slowed and eventually stopped. A collective groan spread through the cars and heightened when the lights finally gave out altogether. A crackling, barely decipherable voice came on through the speakers announcing that there were technical difficulties and their train was going to be completely without power for at least twenty minutes. They were thanked for their patience and cooperation before, with another burst of static, the message ended.

Rose saw small squares of light suddenly appear as people flipped open their cell phones. The squares all disappeared amid mumbles of, "no service."

She stood patiently, hoping that her eyes would adjust to the darkness and see something but they were in complete blackness. Nervous conversations started up, people talking loudly to cover their anxiety.

She felt him press up against her again, his hands gently squeezing her thighs. He began slowly gathering her skirt in his hands until he touched her nylon covered legs. She sucked in a shaky breath as his fingers trailed up the outsides of her thighs. His breath tickled the side of her neck and she heard his soft gasp as he came to the tops of her stockings. Pulling back from her a bit, his hands slid up to her ass and gently squeezed her soft cheeks.

Rose's mind was spinning, she couldn't believe this was happening. Not only was a complete stranger on a train squeezing her bare ass, but she was letting it happen and was enjoying it. Her heart was racing, she couldn't catch her breath and her pussy was suddenly soaked. She gripped the pole she was holding onto with both hands as his fingers trailed lower, between her thighs. Without thinking, she spread them for him and he slid his hand over her wet thong.

He chuckled softly in her ear as he discovered her arousal. "Yes?" he whispered as he stroked her.

"Oh yes," she breathed back.

His lips nuzzled her neck as his fingers slid inside her thong, slipping between her pussy lips, finding her entrance. A finger gently slid up inside her and it was all she could do to remain quiet. He added a second finger and a whisper of a moan slid through her lips as he began to slowly pump them in and out of her.

A third finger was added and she had to hold onto the pole tightly but it was quickly withdrawn. She momentarily stiffened when she felt his wet finger pressing against her asshole. Throwing caution to the wind she relaxed and had to clamp her hand over her mouth as he pushed inside. Pressing her ass back, she helped his finger inside her and he was soon in to the last knuckle. He began to pump it in and out before dipping back into her pussy, wetting a second finger and then a third, plunging deeply into her ass.

Rose was stunned by her behavior. She was on a crowded commuter train, surrounded by people and a complete stranger had her skirt up around her hips and was finger fucking her ass. And it wasn't even 8:00am yet. But God damn it felt good, so good. Her breath was coming fast as his fingers plundered her willing body. Squeezing her eyes shut and biting her knuckle, her body tensed and trembled as an orgasm overtook her, squeezing his fingers inside her.

The fingers gently slid out of her and even though she had cum, she was disappointed; she wanted more. The soft sound of a zipper lowering caught her ears and before she knew it, he was back, pulling up her skirt and she felt his hard cock pressing against her.

Oh God, he wasn't actually going to fuck her here on the train was he, she wondered. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, she thought as she felt him pulling her thong aside and stroking her pussy with his cock. The head of his dick was pressing against her wet entrance, almost being sucked in by her need for him when he again whispered in her ear. "I want to fuck you," he stated simply.

Recklessly she replied, "Yes, oh yes. Fuck me," her own voice barely a whisper.

"Say please," he purred against her ear, still stroking her with just the head of his cock.

"Please, oh please" she breathed, willing to beg however much he wanted if he would only stop teasing her.

He was obviously convinced of her desire as his cock plunged into her. A small squeak escaped her lips but went unnoticed in the hubbub of the conversations going on around them.

Clinging to her pole, she met his thrusts, hoping her wetness wouldn't make any noise. The scent of her arousal was strong in her nose and she knew that other people must be able to smell it, but she was too far gone to care.

"Oh yes, you feel good," he whispered to her, his lips brushing her ear as he drove into her.

He felt big inside her, and she knew he wasn't even in as deep as he could go, otherwise the sound of their skin slapping would be heard. Oh how she loved that sound, that brief, sharp connection of hips and ass during a good, hard fucking.

Suddenly he was drawing out of her and she was again disappointed, but then his hands were spreading her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and his wet cock was pressing against her asshole, pushing inside of her.