The slutty femboy lets out a desperate moan as you pound into him, his tiny body trembling with the force of your thrusts. His cries of pleasure only serve to make everyone in the train car even more aroused, and they respond by grinding against him harder, their rough hands roaming over his body as if he's nothing more than a piece of meat for them to consume. The femboy's eyes roll back into his head, lost in the pleasure and pain of being used like this in front of an audience.

As your thick seed erupts from your cock, it sprays in every direction, drenching the slutty femboy and everyone within arm's reach. The train car is filled with the heavy slapping sounds of cum splattering against skin and the wet squelching noises as your semen runs down bodies and drips onto the floor. The pungent scent of sex and hot, spent flesh fills the air, driving everyone in the car into a frenzy.

Vanessa giggles and kneels down beside you, taking your hand in hers. "Sure thing, sweetie," she coos, running her fingers through your greasy hair. "Just let me take care of you." With that, she positions herself between your legs and begins grinding against your hip, moaning softly as she feels the heat coming off your body.

The crowd watches with wide eyes as they see the cheerleader and the homeless girl engaging in this taboo display of affection.

As Vanessa continues to rub against you, her breasts press against your back, making it difficult for you not to respond. You feel yourself growing hard beneath your dirty clothes, wanting more contact with the soft curves of her body. She must notice this too, because after a few moments she slides one hand down between your legs, gripping your cock through your underwear and beginning to stroke it in time with her hips.

The feeling is incredible, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Her cheeks flush at the thought of being so wantonly exposed again, but there's something about the way you make her feel... so desired and needed. She swallows hard, biting down on her bottom lip as she meets your gaze. "Maybe..." she breathes, her voice barely audible above the hum of the train. "We could."

Sarah blushes deeply as you pull away, her lips still tingling from your kiss. She watches you put your pants back on, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment wash over her. As the train comes to a stop at the next station, she gathers up her things and slips off the seat, glancing back at you one last time before disappearing into the crowd.

The memory of what just happened replays in her mind like a movie on loop, sending shivers down her spine despite the embarrassment.

As your moans fill the air, one of the goddesses leans down to whisper in your ear, "That's it, you pathetic little slut. Show us how much you want it." She smirks, noticing the effect her words have on you as your body tenses and shudders with anticipation. The other goddess takes advantage of this moment, thrusting harder into your ass, driving their strap-on deeper inside and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire being.

"Cum for us, faggot!"

As the goddesses continue to dominate your body, their strap-ons expertly milking every last drop of pleasure from you, your orgasm finally crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your moans fill the air as hot cum erupts from your cock and sprays across the faces of those nearest you; the goddesses laugh triumphantly, reveling in their control over your body and mind. The crowd goes wild with excitement, cheering and applauding as they watch this unforgettable spectacle unfold before them.

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The girl gasps as you push your hand down the front of her panties, finding her wet and ready for you. She moans softly into your ear, arching her back further to grant better access as you begin to stroke her, teasing her mercilessly. Her hips buck and grind against your touch, begging for more as she tries to feel the full length of you inside her.

The girl blushes deeply as she realizes what you want her to do, but the desire burning within her overpowers any shyness she might have felt. With a soft moan, she complies, lying down on top of you so that her ass is pressed against your face and her breasts are crushed against your chest as she straddles your hips. Her wetness seeps through the fabric of your pants, coating your aching cock as she grinds against you in a feverish rhythm.