Bella's Subway Ride

The man behind her was the first to come. She felt his cock spasm against the back of her head. But strangely, she didn't feel the cum hit her. After the fourth spasm, she felt something wet, warm and sticky land on her head. "Oh. His jism is going straight up in the air and landing on your head". At roughly the same time that the semen fell on her head, both the other men started coming. Splat! One blob of cum hit her face, and another hit her underarms. About a second later, more cum hit her face, side and head. After hitting her hot body, the gooey cum dissolved in her sweat, and flowed freely down her chin and throat, and down her armpits onto her right waist. The voice in her head started singing "It's raining cum, Hallelujah!" to the tune of the Geri Halliwell song. The feeling of all the cum hitting her energized her, and brought her close to orgasm once more.

The man to her right moved closer and re-positioned himself, so that his cum would hit her right breast. After about four spasms, the man in front of her brought it close to her lips. She opened her mouth again and took it in, tasting male semen for the first time in her life. His penis had softened a little, and fit into her mouth now. She started sucking it instinctively. His orgasm, which had lost some of its steam, picked up momentum again, under the workings of her mouth. She wasn't prepared for the volume of cum. So the first blob bounced off the walls of her mouth and spilled out of her mouth, along with some of her saliva. The next time, she was prepared. She let the cum fill the inside of her cheeks, and then swallowed it quickly before he ejaculated again. She fell into a rhythm of "Splat, swallow, splat, swallow". The oral stimulus, and the feeling of swallowing a man's cum, brought her to orgasm one more time. This wasn't an Earth-shattering one like its predecessors, but rather a series of short, rhythmic waves synchronized with the pattern of the cum hitting her body and mouth.

The feeling of a hand patting her left cheek brought her out of her trance, back to reality. Using her peripheral vision, she could see that the man to her right was done coming and was zipping his pants. Looking to her left, she saw the passengers from the other compartment watching her suck a stranger's cock. What a show they had been treated to!! The man in her mouth was done coming, and except for an occasional twitch, his penis had gone limp. But she had kept sucking it. And so he was gently patting her left cheek, as if wordlessly asking "Excuse me, you think I could have my dick back now, please?"

Almost reluctantly, she released his penis. She watched as he zipped up. Holding her hands, the men slowly raised her to her feet. She felt hands on her waist and ass for a few seconds, steadying her, and then patting her gently, as if commending her for a great job. And then the men were gone. Fortunately, the train was close to its last stop, and the crowd had thinned out. So no one else pressed up against her.

It took her a few seconds to get back to reality and assess her situation. She was completely naked and had cum dripping down her body. Her hands were still high above her head, so she looked a little like a ballerina striking a pose. Looking down, she saw her purse and the two torn pieces of her dress. There was no sign of her bra or panties; the men had probably taken them as souvenirs. Looking up, she noticed the other passengers in her compartment giving her strange looks, while avoiding eye contact. She bent and picked up the remains of her dress. She wore it like a bolero, pulling it together so it covered her breasts. Strapping her purse to her shoulders, she put one hand in front of her breasts to prevent the dress from falling open and exposing them, and another hand over her naked vagina. Looking steadfastly at the ground in front of her, ignoring the stares she was getting, and trying hard to ignore the fact that her ass was exposed, she walked the few blocks home. If there was ever a contest for "most humiliating walk of shame", this one was a clear winner.

She desperately wanted the house to be empty, so she could shower and clean herself up. As her luck would have it, all of her girlfriends were in her house. They did a double take when they saw her. "What the motherfuck happened? Did someone strip you naked and throw you over a prison wall?" Susan asked. Bella tried to avoid them and enter the bathroom, but they surrounded her and wouldn't let her pass until she told them what happened. And so, turning crimson with shame and stammering a little, she told them what had happened on the subway ride.

"Whoa, girl, you went from under-PG-13 to hardcore triple-X in just one evening," Sarah said.

"You had sex with a bunch of men, and it's barely Friday evening. Your weekend is off to quite a start," Susan teased.

"So you were stripped naked and banged by a bunch of strangers. Or, as I like to call it, a typical afternoon at spring break," Bessie said, and they all giggled.

Bella couldn't help but smile at their comments. It was good-natured teasing, not jeering or insulting.

Looking back at the incident, Bella just couldn't bring herself to feel angry with the men who had ravaged her. Maybe it was her girlfriends' blasé attitude that reassured her that this sort of thing wasn't uncommon. Maybe it was the fact that this was, by far, the most amazing sex she had ever had. This incident opened her to the possibility of simply having sex with a man (or men), without worrying about feelings and commitment. Memories of this incident became her companions during lonely nights, when she needed to "amuse" herself.