𝐌i𝐫a’s T𝐫a𝐢n W𝐫e𝐜k: 𝐅u𝐜k𝐞d R𝐚w o𝐧 𝐭h𝐞 𝐑a𝐢l𝐬

The morning sun splashed pink and orange across the sky as I, Mira, stepped into the chaos of the train station. The autumn air nipped at my fair skin, stinging my heart-shaped face—high cheekbones, straight nose, full fuckin’ lips—and I tugged my scarf tighter around my neck. At 5’6” and 56 kg, I’m a goddamn vision: small, perky tits begging to pop out of my low-cut sweater, a plump ass that fills out my tight skirt, tiny cock and balls tucked away, and long, toned legs stretching out beneath me. My brown eyes, framed by lashes long enough to kill, scanned the digital board for the next city train, dark wavy hair spilling past my shoulders, swaying as I moved. Two years living as the real me, and this trip was my escape from small-town bullshit—a chance to breathe, to feel alive.

The train screeched in, doors hissing open, and a flood of tired commuters poured out. I waited, bag slung over my shoulder, then slipped aboard, snagging an empty seat. My reflection in the window smirked back—those full lips curved, my perky tits pressing against the sweater’s knit. The train rocked gentle, lulling me into a daze, eyes fluttering shut as my long legs crossed, skirt riding up to tease my smooth thighs.

“Tickets, huh?” a gruff voice barked, snapping me awake. A burly conductor loomed, waving a meaty hand in my face. I fumbled my ticket out with a shaky laugh, handing it over. His eyes slid down, lingering on my tits, practically spilling out, before he grunted and moved on. Heat crept up my neck, but I shook it off—this was a long ride, and I wasn’t letting some perv throw me.

The train rumbled on, seats filling, aisles clogging. Then they boarded—a pack of loud-ass guys, mid-20s, white, their laughter bouncing off the walls. Rowdy fuckers, reeking of booze and trouble, their eyes raking over me like I was a goddamn buffet. My plump ass shifted in the seat, those long legs tensing as I shrank back, trying to disappear into the cracked leather.

One of them—tall, stubbly jaw, dark hair, brown eyes—sauntered over, leaning across my seat. “Hey, sweetheart, you lookin’ a little lonely over here,” he drawled, breath hot and sour with liquor, brushing my shoulder. “What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ all by herself?”

I swallowed, voice tight. “Just headin’ to the city. I’m good, thanks.”

He grinned, teeth flashing, sliding closer. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. You cold or somethin’? We could warm you up.” His hand grazed my thigh, thumb teasing the hem of my skirt, and my stomach flipped. The train jolted, and he pressed harder, fingers digging into my fair skin. “Relax, babe, we’re just bein’ friendly,” he said, his buddies chuckling, eyeing my perky tits like dogs with a bone.

Panic clawed my chest as I glanced around—packed train, nobody giving a fuck, heads buried in phones or nodding off. “Please,” I said, voice steadier than I felt, “I just wanna get to my stop, okay?”

He leaned in, stubble scratching my ear. “Don’t worry, darlin’, we’ll get you there—nice and safe.” His hand slid higher, squeezing my inner thigh, and I bit back a scream, those big brown eyes wide. His crew closed in—five of ‘em now—shoving past seats, pinning me against the window. No escape, no fuckin’ air, just their hungry stares and the train’s hum.

Stubble-face smirked, his rough hand diving under my skirt, groping my plump ass. “Fuck, feel that,” he muttered, fingers snagging my panties, yanking them aside. “Tight little slut, huh?” He ripped them off, the fabric tearing loud, leaving my tiny cock and balls dangling, my ass exposed. His buddies hooted, eyes glinting as he unzipped, pulling out a thick, hard cock—eight inches, veiny, the head purple and leaking. “Open that pretty mouth,” he growled, grabbing my wavy hair, shoving my face down.

I choked as he thrust in, bitter and hot, stretching my full lips wide. “Suck it, you fuckin’ whore,” he snarled, fucking my throat deep, my gag reflex kicking as spit drooled down my chin. My perky tits bounced under the sweater, nipples hard against the knit as his hips bucked, hands pinning my head. Tears stung my eyes, those long lashes wet, but he didn’t care—just rammed harder, grunting like a pig.

A broad fucker—blond, blue eyes, built like a goddamn tank—stepped up behind me, the clink of his belt unbuckling cutting through the train’s hum. “Time to break that sweet ass in,” he laughed, spitting into his palm with a wet smack, smearing it over his cock—seven inches, straight, thick as hell, the head red and swollen. I was still pinned in my seat, skirt shoved up, my long, toned legs trembling against the edge. He grabbed my hips, yanking me back, spreading my plump cheeks wide with rough hands, exposing my tight little hole. “Fuckin’ look at that,” he growled, pressing in—no warning, just raw, savage force. I screamed around Stubble’s dick still stuffing my mouth, pain searing like a hot knife as Blond stretched me, slamming his hips into my ass, my fair skin bruising under his grip.

“Fuckin’ tight little bitch,” he groaned, his cock plunging deep, slow and deliberate, letting me feel every inch rip through me. My perky tits bounced under my sweater, nipples scraping the knit, my tiny cock twitching hard against my stomach as he pounded me from behind, my ass cheeks jiggling with every brutal thrust. Stubble kept fucking my throat, his eight-incher gagging me, spit stringing from my full lips as he smirked down. “She’s a goddamn mess already,” he grunted, yanking my head off his cock, leaving my mouth gaping, drool dripping onto my chest.

A third guy—stocky, buzzcut, gray eyes—shoved in front, his nine-inch cock—thick, musky, veiny—slamming into my mouth. “Take it, you cock-suckin’ slut,” he barked, bucking wild, my jaw aching as he filled my throat, the salty taste choking me. Blond kept railing my ass, slow and deep, his hands clawing my hips, cum starting to drip down my thighs, my long legs quaking against the seat. Stubble knelt beside me, stroking my tiny cock with rough fingers, smirking. “Gettin’ off on this shit, huh, you filthy little fuck?” My dick throbbed under his touch, leaking pre-cum despite the pain tearing through my ass.

Blond pulled out with a wet pop, his hot cum splattering my plump ass, streaking my fair skin, and Buzzcut swapped in, his pre-cum-slick cock—nine inches of pure girth—slamming into my raw hole without a fucking word. “Fuck, she’s a dripping mess,” he grunted, stretching me wider, my skirt bunched around my waist, those long legs trembling as he pounded me from behind, my body rocking against the seat. Another guy—lean, tattoos, green eyes—leaned close, his breath hot on my neck, hands groping my perky tits through the sweater, twisting my nipples till they burned red and throbbed. “Look at that stretched little cunt,” he muttered, jerking his ten-incher as Buzzcut fucked me senseless, my ass clenching around him.

Tattoo shoved Buzzcut aside, grabbing my wavy hair tight and yanking my head back. “Suck me dry, you nasty bitch,” he snarled, ramming his massive cock—ten inches, veiny as fuck, pulsing with need—into my mouth. My eyes watered, spit and pre-cum dripping down my chin, soaking my chest as he face-fucked me hard, my long lashes fluttering with every gag. Buzzcut kept going, speeding up, his grunts loud and guttural, hands clawing my hips as he unloaded—hot, thick spurts flooding my ass, leaking out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs. He stepped back, and Lean—short, dark hair, brown eyes—slid in, his eight-incher pounding my cum-soaked hole, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the carriage, my plump ass jiggling with every thrust.

They flipped me over, dragging me off the seat and bending me over the armrest—my plump ass thrust up high, perky tits smashed against the cracked leather, long legs dangling off the edge, toes barely scraping the floor. Stubble stepped up, slamming his thick eight-incher back into my ass. “You fuckin’ love this shit, don’t you, you little slut?” he growled, breath ragged in my ear, hands bruising my waist as he pounded deep, my hole burning, a sick pleasure twisting through me. My tiny cock slapped the armrest, leaking onto the leather, my fair skin flushed red. Tattoo knelt in front, grabbing my chin hard. “Suck me, you nasty fuck,” he ordered, shoving his veiny ten-incher in, stretching my jaw wide as I slurped, tongue swirling around his musky shaft, the stench of sex thick in my nose.

Stubble pulled out, cum dripping from my wrecked hole, and Lean stepped up, his bigger eight-incher tearing into me. “Fuckin’ take it, you tight little whore,” he snarled, pounding deep and slow, my ass cheeks quivering, cum squelching out with every brutal thrust, soaking my long legs. I gasped around Tattoo’s dick, pain and pleasure crashing together, my body begging for more—his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me, sending sparks up my spine. They swapped again—Blond’s seven-incher gagging my mouth, Buzzcut’s nine-incher slamming my ass—my legs shaking, muscles screaming, but I moaned loud, lost in the filthy rhythm.

Their grunts filled the train, skin slapping skin, my tiny cock rock-hard and dripping onto the floor. They hauled me up, Lean spreading my legs wide as he sat on the seat, his cock—slick with cum—nudging my wrecked hole. “Ride it, bitch,” Stubble barked, guiding me down onto Lean’s shaft. I sank slow, straddling him, gritting my teeth as he stretched me, my perky tits bouncing free as my sweater rode up, his hands squeezing them hard, twisting my nipples till they ached. My long legs straddled his hips, my plump ass sinking onto him, cum leaking out around his dick as he thrust up, slow and deep, grunting under me.

Stubble stepped behind, his thick eight-incher pressing against my already-stuffed hole. “Take us both, you greedy fuckin’ slut,” he growled, forcing his head in beside Lean’s—no lube, just raw, brutal power. I screamed, pain ripping through me like a goddamn explosion as they double-fucked my ass, my plump cheeks stretched to breaking, the tight ring of muscle burning white-hot. Lean’s cock pulsed beneath, seven inches buried balls-deep, while Stubble’s eight-incher shoved in alongside, splitting me wider, cum and spit oozing out, dripping down my thighs in thick, sticky streams. “Fuck, she’s tight as shit,” Stubble grunted, slamming down hard, his hands bruising my hips, my fair skin red and raw under his grip.

Lean thrust up, syncing with Stubble’s brutal pace—two thick cocks tearing me apart, my ass gaping, the wet squelch loud and filthy as they pounded me. My tiny cock slapped Lean’s stomach, hard and throbbing, pre-cum smearing his skin, my perky tits bouncing wild, nipples red and swollen from their groping. “Take it, you fuckin’ whore,” Lean snarled, his hands clawing my thighs, spreading my long legs wider as they fucked me senseless. Pain drowned in pleasure, my hole stretched beyond reason, cum bubbling out around their shafts, soaking the seat, my ass cheeks trembling with every thrust. They laughed, hands slapping my plump ass—sharp, stinging cracks—yanking my wavy hair, twisting my nipples till I was a moaning, sobbing wreck.

They rotated—Buzzcut shoving his nine-incher in beside Tattoo’s ten, my ass screaming as they double-penetrated me again, kneeling me on the floor now, my long legs folded under, perky tits jutting out. “Fuckin’ slut’s lovin’ it,” Tattoo grunted, slamming in deep, his massive cock stretching me raw, Buzzcut’s girth grinding against it, cum squirting out with every thrust, painting my fair skin, dripping down my thighs. Blond took my mouth, his seven-incher gagging me, spit and tears streaming as they used me front and back. My moans turned desperate, climax building—Stubble kneeling beside me, whispering, “Cum for us, you dirty fuckin’ cunt,” his hand jerking my tiny cock fast.

It hit—white-hot, tearing through me—my tiny cock spurting hot ropes against my stomach, my body shaking, ass clenching around their brutal double-fuck as I screamed, voice muffled by Blond’s dick. Lean swapped in, pulsing inside me with Buzzcut, his eight-incher unloading—hot, thick cum flooding my wrecked hole, mixing with the mess. I collapsed onto my knees, trembling, ass gaping, as Stubble pulled out, spraying my plump ass with his load, the others unloading one by one—hot, sticky cum painting my fair skin, my long legs, my raw, dripping hole. They zipped up, smirking, leaving me a fucked-out mess—torn sweaters yanked up, skirt barely covering the cum-soaked evidence, the train rolling on, passengers blind to my ruin, a twisted thrill pulsing through me as the city lights loomed.