Chasing the Train - Sex Stories

Chasing the Train

... with no regard for her comfort.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in this slut,” he muttered.

“Don’t! Please!” Leah begged.

He groaned and held her tightly as his cock spasmed and unloaded hard bursts of semen, pasting her already gooey channel with more ball batter.

“Shit,” he said. “I’m gonna have to get seconds of this pussy later.”

The two of them left her there in the dark and returned to the party. Leah, her cunt sore and leaking spunk, shambled off of the bed and returned to the restroom. She wiped at the sperm flowing from her hole. She’d gotten on the Rape Train, with two consecutive fuckings, but she didn’t quite feel the sense of accomplishment that she felt she should have. She just felt violated and cheap. She hadn’t even cum, like Melanie and Candice said she would. She wiped the smeared makeup and tears from her eyes, straightened her clothes, and returned to the party.

“I want to go home,” she whispered to Candice, who she found dancing with Melanie.

“Why?” Candice asked.

“I just got raped! Twice! I want to go home,” Leah said, sniffling.

“Oh my God! You did it! You little slut!”

“Two at once?” Melanie proclaimed. “Welcome on board the Rape Train!”

Leah felt so confused. She hadn’t actually enjoyed the experience, but the girls seemed to think it was great. Despite feeling violated, Leah did feel a small twinge of acceptance.

“You’re, like, way behind,” Candice said. “You need to catch up.”

Melanie nodded and added, “I think we can ...

... help.”

“I don’t know,” Leah said.

The two girls ignored her and dispersed into the crowd. Leah stood by awkwardly, looking over the mingling guests, wondering which ones had raped her. When her friends returned, it was with Karen in tow.

“Hey newbie,” Karen said. “I hear you’re on the train! Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” Leah asked as the girls pulled her along.

“We’re going to help you catch up!” Karen exclaimed excitedly.

“I don’t think I want to,” Leah argued.

“Duh! That’s the whole point,” Candice said. “It’s not a real raping if you want it.”

“But you wanted it,” Leah said, confused.

Candice didn’t answer. The three of them pushed Leah into the bedroom once more, where Melanie and Candice shoved her onto the bed and pinned her arms.

“What are you doing?” Leah cried. “Let me up!”

Karen went to the door and looked out, giggled, and a moment later, she returned with two more boys from the party. They took off their pants and pulled out their cocks.

“No! Don’t let them!” Leah protested.

“That’s good Leah!” Melanie said. “Make them think you don’t want it. It makes it really fun.”

“I don’t!” Leah cried and struggled against the girls holding her down.

One of the men mounted Leah’s prodigious chest and slapped his hard cock against her mouth.

“Open, Leah,” Candice urged. “Unless you want him to slap you until you do.”

Leah, reluctantly, opened her mouth and allowed the man to push his cock into it. Karen held one of her ...