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Seven men on a train
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/F Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public, N/C

I really felt out of my depth in the production improvement department, I had gone to the interview for a position in the buyer's office, Data Entry Clerk, easy work, made good use of my typing skills but I didn't get that job though. Our next door neighbour, Roger Bakewell, had worked in the job centre for thirty years before retiring and when he found out that I was looking for work he coached me in writing my CV, presentation at the interview and how to research the companies that I was going to try to get a job in.

I actually blame Roger for how uneasy I felt now, how out of my true depth I was. Roger had trawled the internet for every scrap of information he could find on air source and ground source heat pumps and on the company that I was going for the interview at. He had insisted on drilling me over and over again so it looked like I knew everything there was to know about alternative heating systems and the heating market so that I didn't need notes when I sat in the interview room.

Well, thanks to Roger, I didn't get the job I was after, I did get a job offer though, Production Improvement Associate, a very American sounding job title. My father pointed out that in his day, they called it Time and Motion and the Time and Motion men were the most hated people in the factory. It did seem a little pointless to me, a whole department working flat out to shave a minute a unit off of the production time for making each heating unit.

I most hated Monday mornings and today was no different, the line upgrading didn't help, the work was supposed to end before four o'clock on a Monday morning but it often over ran causing the usual one hour train journey from Market Harborough into London to take two hours and my season ticket limited my inward journey to the seven thirty train, I could take any train between ten in the morning and four in the afternoon or after seven o'clock to midnight in the evening but in the rush hour it was seven thirty inwards and six fifteen out.

The huge crowd on the station platform told me that at least one of the earlier trains hadn't made it through and when the seven thirty turned up they didn't even open the doors, they announced over the Tannoy that the train was full and that two extra carriages were being added to the rear of the train. The extra carriages were the new type, only eight seats and the rest of the area in each carriage were for standing passengers. There was a mad scramble for the few seats, there was no sign of a gentleman amongst the lot of them. I was, as usual, the only woman standing on the platform at Market Harborough station for the early train.

I was kind of scooped up in the rush, gathered on the tide of bodies and washed into the middle of the compartment; I had my handbag in one hand and my laptop case in the other. I had dressed in my grey pleated skirt, quite full but reasonably long, it came down to two inches above my knee. I wore a white soft cotton blouse with white under wire bra under it and a smart grey jacket over the blouse.

I realised that I couldn't reach any of the overhead bars or the poles that went from floor to ceiling but it didn't seem to matter too much as there were so many men in the compartment that I was squashed between two men, well, actually, there were seven men around me and I seemed to be pressing into each of them, they all stood with their backs to me, totally ignoring my requests to get close enough to one of the supports to wrap my arm around as I didn't have a free hand and there was no way I could put my laptop or my handbag on the floor in such a crowded train.

I actually had to laugh; the government had sold the idea of taking the train to work with video clips of business men sitting at tables in comfort, lots of room and air conditioning, nothing like the compartment I was squashed into at that moment. I doubted if there was a single passenger on that train actually having enough elbow room to do any work, even those who were lucky enough to find a seat were squashed four around that little table.

I heard the complaint, "I can see workmen on the track ahead, so it will be a slow trip in today!" I heard the sounds of twenty men calling into their offices to tell their bosses that they were being delayed on the train. The slow speed of the train seemed to make the whole thing sway more than it usually did, that and the overloaded carriage being a little too heavy for its springs. I was being almost pinballed from one man to the next around me, there was only an inch or so of free space and I had tried to centre myself in the middle of that space but I was being thrown from one man to the next.

The man in front of me turned around when I crashed into him extra hard, the man behind me had bumped into me and had carried me forward into the guy in front and now he had turned, he looked displeased or angry, I tried to apologise, tried to explain but he didn't even look at me, just looked over my shoulder at the guy behind me, I thought to myself, 'At least he knows it is the guy behind me's fault!'

The train had hardly left the town boundary it was moving so slow, suddenly I felt something against my lower abdomen, it was the back of the right hand of the guy in front of me, he was scratching or rubbing himself, I could see that he wasn't looking at me but he must have realised that I could feel the back of his hands as he rubbed himself, it was so ridiculous that I almost laughed, that was until I felt his hand move lower, I was being pushed into him by the guy behind and now the back of his hand was rubbing over my pussy mound, it was through my skirt, tights and knickers but he was still rubbing quite hard over my mound.

The guy's hand was now moving more rhythmically, he was pulling back away from me slightly, now it wasn't the back of his fingers that were rubbing my mound, something far smaller, far hotter and far softer than the back of his hand or knuckles. There was now an inch of clear space between our bodies, the guy had stopped pushing me from behind and the man in front cleared his throat and as he did he looked down between us, I thought he was trying to look down the front of my blouse but I was wrong, he was looking beyond my breasts. I followed his eyes down, even in the darkness between our bodies I could make out that he had his cock out of his trousers and was masturbating himself with the tip of his cock pressing into my pussy mound.

When he was sure that I was looking at his cock, he bent his knees slightly and pushed his cock down, when the tip of his cock slipped over my mound and slipped down between my legs I was pushed against him again, this time the push was caused by the man behind me turning round to face my back. I know, I know, I should have said something, I should have done something but I'm British, we don't make a fuss, especially on a crowded train in the middle of a very difficult commute.

I could feel the breath on the back of my neck from the guy behind me, his nose must have been just an inch or so from the back of my neck, then I felt something touch my neck, either his nose or lips touched the back of my neck, then I felt the guy's hands from behind, as the guy in front pulled his cock out from between my legs the guy behind pulled my skirt up slightly and then the guy in front pushed back so his cock pushed my skirt between my legs again, this act repeated several times until the hem of my shirt was higher than the crotch of my tights and panties.

This time when the guy in front pushed back I felt the heat of his cock between my thighs, just the micro-fibre of my tights separating his cock from my skin. This lasted just a few minutes while the guy behind me tucked my skirt into its own waistband and the guy in front used his left hand to do the same with the front of my skirt. The man in front cleared his throat again and I felt the hands from behind starting to work on my tights, pulling the waistband of my tights down from under my blouse, it took quite a while but eventually, with the help of the man in front my tights were pulled down to my knees and the man in front of me started to rub his bare cock over my pussy mound through my panties.

I was just staring down at my exposed panties, I was still holding on to my handbag and laptop case as if my life depended on it, the guy behind me was now reaching around and had a hand on each of my breasts, palpating them as the man in front lowered his left hand, he hooked the leghole of my knickers with his finger tips and pulled, slipping his cock under the material and then letting go of his cock with his right hand, now he was using my own knickers to hold his cock against my pussy mound as he reached up and began to tug the front of my blouse out of my skirt he was simulating fucking me and as he started to open the buttons on the front of my blouse he bent his knees, his cock almost fell out of the leg hole of my knickers when he stopped and pushed forward, this time his cock pressed hard against my inner thighs.

What the hell was I doing, I had no idea but I was trying to open my legs as the head of the guy in front's cock pressed hard to get between my thighs while my tights were pulling my knees together. There was another cough and the guy behind me released my breasts and his hands slipped down to my hips, his fingers hooked over the elastic on the top of my knickers and he started to pull them down, eventually being held up by the cock trying to get between my thighs, I was still looking down as my hairy bush came into view and I watched the guys cock flick out of the leg hole as my knickers were pulled harder and now my knickers were caught on my tights, the guy behind me squatted down and as he did the men on either side of us seemed to move to shield us from behind.

When my knickers and tights reached my ankles the sling back of my three inch heeled shoe on my left foot was pulled down and my foot pulled out of my shoe, my tights and knickers were pulled off of my foot and my shoe was placed on the floor six inches further to the left than it was before, the guy in front was easing my blouse off of my shoulders as my left foot was slipped into my shoe and the process was repeated on my right foot, again opening my legs by another six inches. As soon as my foot was replaced into my right shoe the guy in front pushed his hips forward and his cock slipped between my legs, he was just rocking his hips back and forth so that his cock rubbed along the length of my labia, considering he wasn't actually fucking me, the feeling was totally mind-blowing, if it was possible, the feeling of pleasure was actually greater than if I was actually being fucked, well if I was actually being fucked by my husband, I had no way of knowing what it would feel like to be fucked by any other man.

My blouse was caught on my wrists on either side of my body and all I had covering my body in that crowded railway carriage was my bra and seven men standing all around me. My handbag was prised from my left hand and the button holding the cuff of my blouse tight to my left wrist was being struggled with, my laptop was being prised from my right hand and again someone was trying to unfasten the small button, I realised that it wasn't the man behind me doing it as his hands were on my hips and his cock was sliding along the valley between my buttocks the extra four hands, as soon as they had removed my blouse completely started to work on the fastener at the back of my bra and after that was removed my skirt followed, within seconds I was totally naked.

The guy in front of me bent his knees and slipped his cock so that the head was pressing against my open and dripping wet vagina, as he stood upright again I lifted onto my toes so that his cock found its mark more easily and I gasped as his cock slid home inside my body. My right and left hands were guided to a cock on each side of me so now I was making for of the men on that very crowded train very happy.

It didn't take me long to climax and I had three by the time the guy in front of me started to slow his rhythmic thrusting down, his breathing got heavy and his tempo became very ragged, he suddenly pulled his hips back and took his cock in his right hand and finished himself off over the ginger hairs on my pussy mound. As soon as he had emptied his cock over my bush the guy slipped his cock back into his trousers and he took one step backwards, and he turned around. For the briefest of moments I was exposed to the front had anyone been looking in my direction. There were actually two men looking my way but like everyone on a long train commute, they were looking directly at me but didn't actually see me, like every other day on the train I was invisible.

My view of the two other passengers facing me was obscured by the man on my left moving in front of me, he was replaced by another man on my right. The new man in front of me opened his trousers completely, not just his fly hole, I guess that he didn't want his friend's spunk all over the front of his dark blue suit trousers. My hand was still on his cock as he thrust his hips against mine, I actually guided his cock into my cunt. As soon as he began to thrust into me rhythmically the new man on my right pulled my hand from his friends cock and placed it on his own.

I could feel that the man standing behind me was starting to lose his rhythm as he rubbed himself off using my bum cheeks for friction, he had been kissing my naked shoulders and neck for ages and now he was biting my shoulder really hard and I could feel that he was right on the edge of his climax when he suddenly bent his knees and then rammed his cock against my anal muscle really hard as he spurted off, I felt four or five injections of semen directly into my arse hole, just the head of his cock had managed to invade my anal muscle and I had clamped down so hard that I had locked his cock into me.

I would have cried out in pain as he invaded my bum had it not been for the fact that the guy fucking my cunt had locked his lips over mine and I ended up screaming out into his mouth. I felt the man standing behind me pulling back, trying to get his cock out of my bum but I was gripping it very tightly, in the end he pulled hard and there was an audible 'Pop!' as he managed to pull his cock free.

Just as in front, another man was behind me in seconds, his cock between my bum cheeks again, he was rubbing his cock head in his buddy's spunk as it seeped out of my bum, then he bent his knees and he pushed his, now slippery cock, up my back passageway, he slid inside on a film of slippery semen so the pain wasn't as intense as the first man's invasion into my body but it still hurt as the new guy began to fuck my bottom as if it was a cunt.

The man fucking my pussy could now feel his friends cock rubbing against his own through the thin perineum wall and that feeling pushed him over the edge, again, he didn't fire off inside me, again, he pulled out and hosed my abdomen and pussy mound. He was quickly replaced by the man from my left hand side and again that place was filled by another man, I wasn't masturbating either the man on my left or right, they were just fucking my hands as if they were vaginas.

I had the third cock of the day in my pussy and he and the man behind me got into sync and both pushed at the same time and both pulled back at the same time, they matched each other perfectly and they both climaxed together too, both filling my lower cavities instead of shooting outside and both pulling out at the same moment after they were completely spent. I was turned to the right and strong hands grasped my hips from behind and the man who had been on my right had his hands behind my head and was pulling me down while the man who had been on my left was holding my his in place so that I had to bend at the waist.

I had sucked my husband but only on special occasions, it wasn't for everyday use and certainly not for use on a train heading for London at a snail's pace. We had passed through Northampton and Luton without stopping, apparently the missing train had arrived behind us and as everyone on our train had tickets through to London we didn't stop, leaving the following train to take up the massive numbers of passengers standing on those two platforms while we were diverted around the platforms on the goods line.

I can't in all honesty say that I performed oral sex on the man, in truth; he fucked my face while I applied a little suction. The man behind me now slipped his cock up my cunt from behind, it didn't stay there though, as he fucked me he kept switching from my pussy to my anus and back again.

"We're approaching Camden!" Was whispered and as if it had been a cue and both men climaxed simultaneously one in my mouth and one in my cunt, I had officially been 'spit-roast' for the first time in my life. My blouse was draped over my shoulders and my skirt was dropped on the floor at my feet like a ring doughnut for me to step into, I was left to slide my arms into the sleeves of my blouse by myself and then step into my skirt, the seven men who had just taken their pleasure of me and, I have to admit given me a great deal of pleasure too, as well as leaving a nasty taste in my mouth, were all facing away from me, that would have been the first opportunity for me to actually look at the faces of my fuckers but I couldn't see them as they were facing away from me.

As I raced to fasten my blouse the men each stepped away and headed for the various doors along the length of the carriage, there was actually a lot more room in the compartment than I had realised even given that the other passengers were all closing up around the doors, there was still more room than I had been lead to believe by the close proximity of all the men around me.

I was still fastening my skirt as the train pulled into Saint Pancras station and the compartment emptied in thirty seconds flat, fortunately my laptop was still at my side as was my handbag but my tights, bra and knickers were all gone. I had never thought how floaty my pleated skirt was, after all, my tights and knickers offered two lines of visual defence usually, if the hem flicked up slightly as I walked. Having my arse hole invaded by three cocks and three loads of cum fired off into it certainly made me walk funny and that walk was causing the hem of my skirt to fly up more than it would usually do, or was I just being hyper-sensitive because my arse hole had been invaded for the first time in my life and what a day of firsts it had been so far. First totally nude exposure in a public place, first anal sex, first fuck in a public place, first oral sex with a stranger.

I've got a warning now for any woman who finds herself the target of men on the train south into London, Newton didn't mention that his laws of motion applied to semen in a girl's arse hole as well as other bodies in free space. What had been shot up me, must come down and instead of my usual rush for the cross town tube train I was running for the toilet and I think I was fortunate that I didn't have tights or knickers on as I only just got over the toilet in time to catch the overflow from my impromptu colonic irrigation on the seven thirty train.

I cleaned myself up as much as I could in the public washroom, then, as I walked out of the bathroom, I spotted a transport policeman standing by one of the ticket booths, as I hurried over to him I was playing out what I would say to him, I had just been raped by seven men, then I played his role, "Did you say no?" "No!" "Did you say stop?" "No!" "Did you struggle?" "No!" I could see where this was going, I'd be the laughing stock of red watch, I had made my way to the copper so purposefully that he was expecting me to talk to him, I had to think fast, I held up my laptop, "Excuse me, is there a wi-fi hotspot around here?" The police man pointed to the east, "One in the waiting room over there and one in the station restraint!" he was now pointing to the north, to the restaurant.

I sat in the waiting room and opened my laptop, I got into my emails, there were ten in my inbox, I sent an email to my boss, simple and to the point, "Just arrived in St.P. Journey was hell, Now have migraine and am returning home on the next train. Let you know when I'll be fit to return. Vicky!"

It had taken me so long to get into London that I didn't even need to wait to take the train home, it had just ticked over to ten o'clock and my season ticket would cover the journey. The train was almost empty, it still took an age to get home even though some of the workers had finished at points along the route so the train sped up and slowed down all the way to Market Harborough.

Because I had opened my emails in the wi-fi hotspot, they were readable on the train so I was able to read what would have been waiting for me if I had reached the office. One of the emails was from a Chinese company, 'Xian Motors.' All of our units contained electric motors, it took a trained operative on the production line, an hour, to build each motor and controller unit, Xiang Motors were offering to build, test and supply to our factory, all the motors we needed for the rest of the year for basically the price of the components we were currently using. I had actually slipped up slightly, I had specified a slightly better spec motor design than we actually used, so we were going to be on a win / win situation, a better motor and no construction costs, that was if I could sell the idea to production.

When I arrived home I ran a bath and while the water was filling I forwarded the Xiang Motors email on to the MD and production manager. My department spent the whole year just trying to shave a few seconds off of the production line and I had just saved an hour per unit in my suggestion, I took a few minutes to quantify the potential saving before I sent the email.

I lounged in the bath, totally satisfied, if I didn't do another thing at work for the rest of the year I'd still get my salary and ten percent of any savings that the company made for a full twelve months as a bonus. I added salt to the hot bathwater and soaked, my pussy wasn't at all sore; I couldn't say the same for my bottom. I dozed off for an hour and when I woke my bathwater was stone cold. I pulled my bathrobe on and walked into the kitchen, I made a long, cold drink, the sun was beating down and I had a sun lounger with my name on it in the back yard.

I lay out on the sun lounger in my bathrobe with my drink on the floor at my side, I was wearing sunglasses or I wouldn't have noticed Rodger at his back bedroom window looking down at me, I closed my eyes and slept for a few minutes, when I woke up again, Rodger was still there looking down at me. I realised that since he took early retirement he had very little to do with his day, he volunteered at the library, helping the unemployed with their CV and interview skills but even the library wasn't open all the time.

As I blamed Rodger for getting me a job that was so far above my skill level, I now had to also blame him for the huge bonus that I was going to get, he was still watching me, perhaps he should be given some small reward, I stopped pulling my bathrobe closed when it started to fall open. It wasn't like me at all, I wasn't even happy to be out in a bikini in public but one eye-opening train journey and suddenly I was Mrs. Nudist 2012. It took forty minutes for just one of my breasts to become fully exposed and all the time Roger was standing there watching me.

I heard my laptop burble in the kitchen, not the battery is fully charged kind of burble but the 'You've got mail!' Kind of burble. I had to flip my robe closed and I wandered off into the kitchen, I needed to refresh my drink anyway.

I poured a fresh drink and checked my mail, the production group had thrown up a question about the plug that connected the motors controller to the electronics inside our cabinet. I ignored the email and instead I returned to the back garden with my drink and my laptop, Roger was in his back garden doing a little weeding in the border closest to my fence, I sat on my lounger and started my cad package, I isolated the plug and the leads that ran out into the rest of the unit, lengths and gauges of wire as well as colour of cables, I emailed the drawing that I had made over to Xiang Motors, I had expected to have to wait at least a day as it was close to midnight in China but I got a reply unexpectedly speedily, a simple message, add £2.50 to the motor's unit price for delivery with plug and cabling attached.

I had sat up a little quickly when the email announced its arrival and the top of my bathrobe had fallen completely open and I was sitting topless sending Xiang Motor's reply to the production office. I realised that Roger had stopped prodding at the rock hard ground with his hoe; he was just standing there staring at me. I turned my laptop off and placed it on the floor under the lounger before lying back on the lounger.

Roger cleared his throat, I looked over at him, "You need to put sun screen on, you need a high factor one being ginger haired and fair skinned!" "Don't have any, wasn't planning on sunbathing this week!" "I have some SPF Fifty if you'd like some?" "OK, sure!" Roger stepped over my fence, he had the oil in his pocket, he offered the oil to me but I just turned onto my face and closed my eyes.

Roger started to massage the oil into my exposed back, he might have been older than my father but his hands knew how to massage, I felt him easing my bathrobe down more and exposing more and more of my back and then covering what he had exposed to the sun with oil. Eventually he just pulled my robe off of me all together, he just sat there for fifteen minutes rubbing his hands all over my back, bottom and the backs of my legs for almost thirty minutes.

"You're done on your back; it's starting to turn red now!" I didn't say anything; I just turned over onto my back. Rogers face was a picture as he began to massage oil into my breasts and belly, this time after he had oiled my front, instead of just going over my body again and oil everything two or three times like he had done to my back he just wiped his hands on my bathrobe and started to massage between my legs. I thought, 'The old me would have clamped her legs closed, so the new me should!' and I eased my legs open to give Rodger easier access to that tender spot between my legs and he used his fingers to bring me off several times before his lust got the better of him and he stripped off his t-shirt and shorts and climbed between my thighs and I had a forth delivery of sperm in my pussy in one day.

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