Taboo: Fertile Tokyo Brat: Loves Rush Hour Trains (Taboo, Hucow, Japanese Cream, Fertile Erotica)

by Lizzy Black

  Fertile Tokyo Brat

  Loves Rush Hour Trains

  Lizzy Black

  Copyright 2015

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  Table of Contents

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  1

  “Miyuki Hurunui?” The ticket counter clerk said, holding my school ID card up at the overhead light source. “And you’re eighteen?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” I replied, fidgeting with my purse nervously.

  “You’re still in school?” She looked at me as if I was an alien from Mars or something.

  “Yes, it’s hard… for me to get through one grade each year; I need at least two years for each grade.” I grinned at her, tapping my fingers on the counter impatiently.

  “That’s not anything to be proud of.” She looked down her nose.

  “Thank you for the advice, Ma’am.” I glanced back over my shoulder at a passing train. “May I have my ticket please; don’t want to miss my train.”

  She slipped me a ticket to my destination along with the change. I snapped it up and walked off; swaying my curvy hips and making my very short plaid school skirt swirl all around my sexy butt. I knew every guy in the train station had their eye on me as I walked along the platform. It was peak office hour rush, my favorite time to travel. I absently played with the top button of my very tight school uniform blouse; my 36D boobs stretched the thin white material rather attractively, especially since I was always forgetting to wear a bra.

  I’m what they call a Nymphomaniac, in the scientific scheme of things, and you wouldn’t want to know what that translates into layman terms. Many words come to mind, too many, and I’m all of them. I love things that are long and hard, smooth and sleek and so, so fast. Yes, and I just love trains too. And sex, I love sex, but I already mentioned that. I love the feeling I get in a crowded place. I enjoy getting squashed against other bodies, especially hard muscular ones. Elevators, public vehicles like buses, trains and ferry services, I love getting into all of them and getting myself felt up in a hot, stifling crowd.

  Oh, I am a bad little girl. Well, not so little, at least not in the best places. And here’s another naughty little secret – I’m pregnant. Now what can a girl do? I met this hot guy a week ago and well, I wasn’t on the pill and he didn’t have a condom. I couldn’t let a little detail like that spoil my fun, now could I? I loved the way my boobs felt now, so full of milk and heavy, and even softer than before. The nipples were always hard and poufy and I so wanted them to be sucked all the time. I was already a 36D to begin with and now after getting knocked up, it felt like I was a 38DD.

  It’s a real turn on to see guys looking at me with their mouth actually open and drooling. I knew every single one of them would give one of their balls away to wrap their lips around these big bulging beauties. And the way their hard cocks keep pushing out against their jeans and trousers gives me such an awesome high. Oh, how I love going out and having fun, especially in crowded places.

  My name is Miyuki Hurunui and I have lived right here in Tokyo all my life. The superfast bullet trains are so sleek and sexy, and especially fun at peak office hours, packed to the seams. I glanced at my watch; there was still about ten minutes for my train. I wondered if I would ever meet that guy again, the one who knocked me up. I didn’t even know his name, it was right here on the train a week ago. Every single day ever since I’ve been looking for him, but no such luck. Yet I still had my fun, with anyone I could find, and today would be no different. I took a seat at the waiting area and closed my eyes, reliving that wonderful day again in my mind.

  2

  It all began a week ago, I had to join this new school far away and travel by train every day. The morning ride was a quiet affair, I had to leave after the usual office hour rush and the trains were hardly occupied but the evening trip back was right along with the heavy office-goers rush to get back home, packed to capacity.

  It had always been my fantasy to be in a confined space full of men and find myself squashed between them. It looked like those fantasies were going to come true at last and I was a bit nervous then. It was my first ride on the train at peak hour ever. When I had stepped into the crowded train, I instantly felt the heat of every living body that pressed against me and it was such a turn on. I pushed my way in to the middle, where the pressure was a bit less but everyone was still bumping into one another. I felt heavy breathing on my neck suddenly; and when I glanced back, I saw it was an old man, white haired and all, resting his chin on my shoulder. Every time the train wobbled on the tracks I felt his body press against mine.

  I stifled a gasp when I felt his hand slip under my short skirt and he squeezed my butt. He made a strange muffled sound and pushed his hand further under my butt. I was so stoked, I wanted this so bad. I widened my stance pushing my butt against him; he responded by slipping a finger into my wet pussy. Along with my bra, I almost always forgot to wear any panties. The old bugger was good; his thick fingers explored every bit of me down there, especially massaging my clit between them like two chopsticks on a steamed black bean.

  Every swaying motion on the train, made the sensation between my legs amplify. I came hard, all over his fingers gasping and panting into the broad back of another man standing before me. I didn’t realize my boobs with their nipples poking out were crushed against the guy. He didn’t seem to mind either, allowing me use him as a support as my knees trembled. When I glanced back the old guy was leaving swiftly. He didn’t even give me a look. I guess he had his fun, as much as I did.

  That was the first time, then on the next ride the following day; I just had to go one up on it. I nervously stepped into the compartment, it wasn’t all that crowded, but it also wasn’t possible to move around without brushing against someone. Then I saw him, standing by the far corner, the lights over head flickering on and off. I pushed my way through, feeling myself being groped about a bit, exciting the hell out of me. He was a tall guy, and kind of muscular, like a boxer or something. He glanced at me as I squashed myself in beside him. Most of the others on these crowded trains were men, and a few women who preferred to hang out near the exits. But not me, my agenda was to get to the middle of the train compartment and into the most crowded part, where the men were amused to find a sexy school girl sandwiched between them.

  So this guy kind of got my drift but didn’t do anything as I pushed and bumped against his hard body. I felt other guys also bumping into me. Once or twice a daring hand slipped under my skirt, feeling up my bare naked ass. I pretended to lose my balance and grabbed at the big guy, feeling up his rock hard muscles under his business suit. The lights flickered a bit, making it dim in there. I took the chance and slipped my hand over his crotch. The bulge there made my heart skip a beat. I heard his grunt and looked up. His eyes burned into mine, he saw my lust as much as I saw his. He moved sideways, pushing a few other guys away. No one wanted to mess with him, and I slipped into the space he made between himself and the wall. Immediately, his muscular bulk pushed me to the wall. I felt his hand slip down and
duck under my skirt. He smiled when his thick fingers felt the slick wetness of my pussy waiting for him.

  The train slowed down as another station came up. The lights flickered, a few people got off and more got in. We were moving again in less than ten seconds. I felt his hard body press against me. His hand still worked around under my skirt, making me drip like a faucet. He pushed me to the corner and I heard his zipper going down. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around his thick, warm roll of meat. I stroked it a few times, feeling the rubbery hardness in my soft palm; it felt so good, that I moaned. I noticed a few stares come my way, but no one said anything. One or two of the leering men were grinning. I couldn’t care if I was sprawled naked on the ceiling right then, I just wanted to be fucked.

  My guy covered my body well with his huge frame. His hard cock pushed into my thigh. I grabbed it and guided it under my skirt and into my hungry gaping hole. Oh, I had many cocks plunder me before, since I was, um, of age, but this guy was really, really big. I couldn’t stifle my plaintive moan as he plunged into my depths. He was so long and so thick, and harder than steel. He went in real deep, making my knees shake. I grabbed his arms to keep my self upright. We used the trains swaying motion to get into a rhythm.

  I heard a few throats being cleared and looked at the watching men from behind his shoulder. One of them winked, a cute guy, I winked back; maybe I could catch him on the next day’s ride. The thick cock felt so good inside me, slipping and sliding, making my belly clench and my heart race. I felt a series of electric-like jolts go through me. I knew if we went on like this, I would cum in minutes. I was so freaking turned on, getting fucked on a train with a bunch of strangers watching. Of course they couldn’t really see anything, but they knew what was going on and watched in silence, that was so freaking exciting for me.

  And that did it. My excitement reached its peak, I held on to my nameless lover as if I would fly off the train, gasping and whimpering. He continued his slow motion, going in and out; the guy was like a horse, so full of stamina and power. I felt my pussy go into overdrive as my belly released its pressure. I came hard, harder than the day before and harder than ever in my life. I let my body sag against his. He shielded me well in the corner and used his left hand to play with my breasts over the blouse. My body shuddered as I came all over him, biting my lip and whimpering, my nostrils flared and my face flushed. Everyman there with some sexual experience would know that I was cumming real hard.

  “Oh, this is so good.” I whispered into his ear.

  He just grinned as his intense eyes burned into mine. He was far from done, and his hands roamed all over my body. He glanced over his shoulder at the watching men. One of them gave him a thumbs up and he snorted. I felt his cock getting even bigger inside my cum soaked pussy, and he increased the intensity of his strokes. The train lurched a bit as it took a curve in the tracks but we held fast. His breathing was getting ragged as he humped away at me, harder and harder. He pushed me hard against the wall, making me slide up the smooth surface. I was almost on tip toe, grabbing on to him. The train entered a tunnel and the lights flickered even more. I heard him grunt loudly and stiffen, pushing his cock even deeper into me. Then suddenly, a hot blast of fluid erupted inside me and carried on spurt after spurt, filling my belly with his searing seed.

  He was a powerhouse semen spewing machine, cumming on and on, so much so that he triggered another orgasm in me. I came all over his disgorging cock, moaning and whimpering like nobody’s business. I didn’t care about all the stares fixated on us. I’ll bet they never get to see anything like this on TV. Finally he had drained himself. I slipped his cock out of my battered pussy and slipped down the wall until I was on my haunches. This piece of meat just had to be sucked. I popped the cum smeared thing into my mouth and sucked on it vigorously, massaging his balls as I did it. And what do you know, my guy got hard again in seconds, filling my mouth all the way down to my throat.

  I guess we can call it an after shock, being used to it and all, considering our geographic location. His second orgasm exploded in my mouth almost immediately. I relished the pungent taste of this super stud; he said something I couldn’t understand, my focus on swallowing every last drop of this delicious stuff. Suddenly he pulled his cock out my mouth and stuffed it into his pants, cum still dripping. He turned and pushed his way through the crowd like a rugby player, leaving me there sitting on the train floor with his cum dripping down my lips and chin.

  He must have said this was his stop while he was cumming in my mouth. He managed to jump out of the train just before the doors closed. I didn’t notice the station, my mind was still reeling under the effect of the best and most exciting fuck I had ever had.

  3

  So that was the second time I had an orgasm on the train, and it wasn’t the last. Two days after that ride, I was back at the train station on a Monday. The busiest day of the week and that meant that the office hour rush was going to be something to remember. I felt my heart beating loudly as I walked onto the platform. It was as crowded as the train would be. I wondered if I could even push my way into the train, but I just had to. Even if it meant getting every shred of clothing ripped off me.

  Well, that of course won’t really happen. Not in Japan at least. Everyone’s going to board the train in an orderly manner. The only time people go crazy here is in that naked man ritual in some festival. I wonder if they’d have a naked woman ritual like that. I’d love to rush about naked with a million men trying to touch me. Wouldn’t that be something?

  I was in the train in a few minutes, moving along with the crowd like a mindless drone. We were squashed inside the train more tightly than a can of Sardines. I could almost feel the breath being pushed out of me in the pressure. I squirmed my way deeper into the burgeoning mass of people. The other women stayed near the exits, but I moved on, pushing my way in toward the middle, where all the men jostled around for a footing and a handhold. It would be easier to find a needle in a haystack than to find a vacant seat here. I didn’t care about that. I was getting what I paid for, dozens of men crushing against my pliant body, making me horny enough to want to fuck them all.

  As the train sped along its usual route, it got a little easier to move about, and get felt up too. A few hands brushed my breasts and my belly, and a few more lingered over my ass. One even dared to take a jab at my pussy, and I let it. I looked at the many faces of the men around me; none betrayed their actions, staring ahead like drones waiting for orders. That was fine by me, I wasn’t looking to make friends, just let my craving body get felt up, a lot.

  The train stopped again, letting people off and more people on. As older hands reluctantly left me, fresher ones took their place. I was going crazy, my boobs were aching, and my pussy throbbed. I wished that the guy from the second day would be in here somehow, but he wasn’t. I just had to get myself off. I looked up and there was this young guy, kind of cute, staring at me. I smiled, and gave him a little wink. He looked away, blushing, and then looked back. I jerked my head at him, motioning for him to come closer. He looked to the left and to the right and then back at me with the expression on his face that asked if I meant him. I nodded gently and ran the tip of my tongue over my lips. I noticed him gulp nervously and look at someone else to his right. He nodded at them and then looked back at me, and smiled. I smiled back again, almost showing my pearly whites. He seemed to have friends with him, the more the merrier, I felt.

  Soon he managed to weave his way to me, and so did two of his friends. They could all have been junior executives in some mega-conglomerate, I couldn’t care. They were cute and sported hard muscular bodies and of course hard cocks for me. The three guys closed around me in a tight triangle, pushing the other men away. No one seemed to mind, that’s how it is over here in this part of the world. Everyone is polite and nice. A girl like me can really get things going for her here.

  I felt their hot breath on my face and neck as the three men pressed into me. I gave them each
a smile and a nod. They nodded back smiling and soon I had two hands under my skirt from the sides, each cupping one of my soft buns, squeezing and pinching softly. My main guy, the one whom I made eye contact with first, let’s call him Hiro, was facing me directly. My breasts pressed against his hard chest and I stared into his soft brown eyes. At this point of time I wasn’t aware that I had been knocked up by my mysterious lover two days ago and my breasts hadn’t started lactating yet. Hiro slipped his hand down the front of my skirt; his eyes went wide upon contact with my soft, wet naked pussy. He smiled and slid his other hand up my quivering belly and cupped one of my 36D boobs. He took in a sharp breath as he squeezed the soft, yielding flesh.

  “Oh, yes, baby.” I moaned softly into his ear.

  The train swayed and we held on to each other tightly. I could feel their rock hard cocks poking at my thighs and butt through their business suit trousers. I wanted them so bad. I reached down and caressed those tell-tale bulges. The crowd in the train swelled even more, squashing us into each other. Just the way I loved it. Hiro closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as my hand massaged his erection over the soft fabric of his trousers. His fingers continued their exploration of my hot wet pussy while his friends caressed my ass and boobs, their tall, broad bodies shielding me completely from the ever compressing crowd in the swaying train compartment.

  The overhead lights flickered, making it dimmer as I heard Hiro unzip his trouser crotch. His two buddies did the same and suddenly I had three rock hard naked cocks prodding at my thighs and buttocks. I grabbed the two cocks at the side of me in each hand and parted my legs, no mean feat in a crowded train, to let Hiro’s cock gain entry into my sopping love tunnel. He gratefully acknowledged my invitation by pushing his fuck-rod deep into me as the train lurched. The two cocks in my hand felt so good, warm and hard, and their owners breathed heavily into my ear, one guy even nibbled my ear a bit.

  Hiro bucked his hips slowly, his cock slid in and out of my slipper pussy with ease. He was no way near as big as the boxer guy the other day, but satisfying nonetheless. His friends helped me move my hips to meet his fluid moves. The crowd swamped us, and it was getting hotter. Not just sexy hot, but real sweaty hot. But I didn’t mind, I’d go through anything to have a cock inside me every time. I love cock and I love sex, and I love men, especially in a crowd. So this was near perfect for me. Suddenly Hiro scrunched hard against me and I felt him cum, splashing his squirting juice inside my pussy. His friends squashed my boobs hard over my school uniform, making me gasp out loud. My own orgasm had begun to build up but Hiro was done and his cock was going soft real fast. He pulled out, and I was gently made to swivel to the left. His friend, let’s call him Ryun, slid his fat cock inside me in a quick sudden stab. My eyes went wide, he was definitely bigger and thicker than Hiro, but still not as much as my boxer guy. Ryun’s thick cock throbbed and pulsed inside me and he stood motionless for awhile, enjoying the tightness of my pussy as it clenched down on his hard tool. He sighed deeply and began a slow rhythm movement of his hips, like a sexy Lambada dancer.