Train Molester (part 2)

This is the next part of a previous post, if you haven't read that yet I suggest you read that first before continuing.

After being m****ted on the train the man released his cum from behind me. His hot cum went on my panties and had dripped down my legs. He also used my skirt to wipe his dick. As soon as the train had reached the next station I quickly ran to the restroom to clean his cum off.

That night, I went into bed masturbating while remembering the events of that day. The next day, I did my usual routine. I went to school, remained for a couple of hours after school and then caught a full train home. As usual, I stood near a group of older men, however I wasn't expecting much to be perfectly honest. From my experience, even if I went out of my way to wear short skirts and stand close to men I would only get m****ted once every 3 or 4 weeks. So getting m****ted 2 days in a row is rare.

To my surprise however, I felt a hand on my butt. Of course, I put up my usual weak resistance. After a short while the m****ter had his hands all over my body. It felt like only a couple of minutes had passed before his hands had touched everywhere: my thighs, butt, breasts, belly and vagina.

Just a quick mention (as I didn't mention it in my previous post). I have a smooth vagina with no hair down there and have had it smooth since I was around 13.

Back to the story. Same as yesterday, the m****ter pulled out his cock which was caught between my thighs. I felt his hard cock as it rubbed itself on my panties. I'm not sure if it was intentional, but it wasn't long before he gave me an orgasm while he ejaculated at the same time. My body convulsed while his stream of hot cum dripped down my legs just as it did yesterday. Also, this m****ter had also used my skirt to wipe clean his cock.

The events of yesterday had essentially repeated itself and I was beginning to wonder if I was having deja vu. Anyhow, I did the same thing as yesterday, wiping myself before going home and masturbating at night.

The third day. I continued on normal, sticking to my usual routine. As I was catching the packed train home I felt a hand on my butt. This was what had happened the previous two days. It was really strange however my mind at the time could only think about the pleasure that was about to come.

His hands began vigorously groping my body. Shortly after the man leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my neck. He then whispered to me, just loud enough so that I could hear it and no one else. I don't remember the exact things he had said but it was something like: "You're quite the slut, aren't you?". At first I was confused, but the man had already resumed groping my body. Once again, his fingers reached inside my wet pussy and the same result as the previous days had occurred. My body convulsed as his cum sprayed on my legs once again. He then used my skirt to wipe his cock. It about then that my 17-year old self had come to the realization that the man who had just m****ted me was the same man who had done so for the past two days.

At the next train stop. The man grabbed me by hand and pulled me off the train. It wasn't my stop. I was so surprised that I did nothing to stop it. I just followed him as he took me by the hand taking me somewhere. None of us had said anything yet and I didn't know where he was planning on taking me, but I couldn't think straight since I had an orgasm just about a minute ago.

I'll continue the third part of the story if people continue showing interest. Remember to leave a comment or click the "That's Juicy!" button to show that you're interested in the story.