Rewrite of jonoffens “the milk maids”
(Honestly Jonoffen is one of the many talented writers who inspired me to start writing in the first place so I love that I’m now slightly altering his story to my tastes)
Gemma took the subway ticket from the machine and, like any buxom blonde wearing clothes too impractical to have pockets, she slipped it between her breasts for easy access; extremely easy access as it happened, all thanks to the super-low-cut scoop neck T-shirt she wore with her gratuitous push-up bra.
Retrieving the ticket to negotiate the barrier, she was still reintroducing it into her ample cleavage when she reached the platform where the usual crowd of businessmen stood transfixed on their phones; too preoccupied to notice her eye-catching actions.
The oblivious businessmen were not the only people on the platform, however: a group of older teens loitering nearby caught sight of her inserting the ticket between her tits and immediately nudged one another; their adolescent libidos instantly raging.
The subway train drew into the station and the inert businessmen suddenly sprang to life; piling into the already packed carriages until every space was filled.
Gemma would have normally waited for the next one, but, aware of the stares she was getting from the increasing rowdy guys, she decided she would squeeze herself into the tiny space left in one of the trains doorways.
With the impatient doors already closing she rushed onboard; leaping in backward so not to smash her breasts into the oblivious men filling the doorway. Unfortunately, the doors came together before she was quite inside and her massive were caught between them.
Gemma let out a startled yelp as her tits were cruelly pinched together by the stiff rubber trim of the unyielding hydraulic doors.
‘Not again,’ she moaned, dejectedly, before asking the carriage at large, ‘Could somebody please open the doors?’
As expected, her request was roundly ignored by the indifferent businessmen, but, unperturbed, she reached for the button herself, only to find that her predicament somewhat restricted her movement and meant the button lay frustratingly out of reach.
‘Son of a bitch,’ she was grumbling when an unexpectedly inappropriate sensation caused her to press her face against the window cut out of the door and glare outward.
Unbeknownst to Gemma, the train doors had squished her fat titties in such a way that they had risen almost entirely out of the inadequate cups of her bra and into the open air where her nipples made far too tempting a proposition to miss for the most daring of the rowdy guys.
‘Get your hands off me!’ Gemma growled at the youth gleefully helping himself to her tits behind the safety of the train doors.
‘Okay,’ said the youth, coolly. He released her tits and waggled his fingers at her saying, ‘I could be using these for something else.’
With his friends shouting encouragement, he dropped his hands out of sight and caused Gemma to gasp with indignation by loudly unzipping his fly, she saw his lengthy cock spill out of his jeans and his low hanging nuts follow suit. He winked at her before burying his face into her soft, squished titties.
‘Hey!’ she cried as he began to violently tug on his liberated hard-on whilst motorboating her with carefree abandon.
By the time the stubborn train doors had begun to, ever-so-grudgingly, part, the youth had worked himself to the brink of squirting his seed everywhere and was sucking on Gemma’s left nipple blissfully unaware that, with the doors open, her hand was reaching for his fat low hanging balls.
The erect nipple slipped from his mouth as he let out a surprised yelp and opened his eyes to find the pissed off blonde had him firmly by the balls.
‘Oh, fuck,’ he said before Gemma squeezed his plums with all her might.
His nuts narrowly escaped rupture, however, as once the train doors reached fully open they immediately began to shut, once more prompting Gemma, eager to avoid having her tits tenderised a second time, to press herself back into the mass of fellow commuters whilst keeping a firm hold on his nuts.
The youth shrieked with horror and even Gemma recoiled when the doors came together to trap not only his swollen balls but also his engorged prick; causing its prominent veins to bulge even more obscenely. Realising the trouble she could get into with the train operator for blocking the doors a second time she released his nuts and let them swing down to bounce off the rubber trim. The boy grimaced as his balls hit the door.
Peering through the window at the youth’s anguished grimace, Gemma felt a pang of guilt. Rather than reaching for the button which would certainly open the doors, the poor, terror-stricken fool was desperately clawing the millimetre gap between the two doors.
She took a minute to admire the package infront of her, she guessed his cock would be about 9 inches and as thick as her forearm, she also noticed he had a cock piercing which is typical for the type of dude who would sexually assault her on the train. Her eyes then trailed down to his behemoth balls, each was as big as Gemmas fist and together they creature a truly spectacular visual. ‘Well,’ said Gemma, unsure as to whether he could even hear her through the glass and over his own squealing, ‘now you can appreciate just how unpleasant it is to get your parts trapped.’ She reached for the button, prepared to free his genitals. ‘I hope you’ve learned your lesson.’
She pressed the button and waited for the doors to part, but they didn’t budge. She hit it again with more urgency and still the doors ignored her.
‘Huh...’ she said, perturbed.
‘This train is departing,’ said the automated announcement. ‘Please stand well clear.’
‘Uh-oh.’
The train lurched forward with the youth still attached by the entirety of his precious manhood.
Gemma looked out through the window and into the youth’s terror-filled, pleading eyes. ‘Sorry,’ she said, shrugging apologetically.
With the train picking up speed, the youth’s concentration was wrenched away from Gemma and focused solely on keeping pace with his rapidly stretching sex organs. He had no choice but to sidestep as rapidly as he could alongside the carriage, sobbing hysterically as he went.
Gemma’s attention meanwhile was back on his cock, which squeaked comically up and down the rubber trim and remained extraordinarily engorged given the dire situation it was in. She could even see beads of precum being flung about leaking from the tip of his rock hard cock. But even more hilarious than his squeaking cock was the sight of his spunk-laden balls swinging to-and-fro like a deranged pendulum and smashing painfully off the doors as they did so. She almost felt sorry for the boy, with such a well endowed package she’s sure he could have made a good dildo for somebody.
For the boy things were not so nice tho, he was trying to keep up with train but the train only went faster, he could feel his engorged cock stretching and the chords in his massive nuts starting to break, all of a sudden he tripped he felt his package get ripped through the door, his cock mostly made it out okay with minor bruising, but his balls... as they were pulled through the door he could feel them be completely flattened and before his junk made it though the tip of his massive cock expelled all of the sticky man goo left from inside his balls.
The youth’s sudden blood-curdling scream caused Gemma to look up just in time to see him flip head-over-heels and be despotised headfirst into the one of the platform’s rubbish bins. Open-mouthed with shock, Gemma caught a fleeting glimpse of his upturned, wildly kicking legs sticking out of the receptacle and then he and the platform were left behind.
Regaining her senses, she quickly looked down to discover whether he’d left any of his “valuables” on the train.
There were a few pubic hairs fluttering about, but his privates had apparently escaped intact. She let out a sigh of relief, but froze when she felt a warm wetness seeping through her tiny skirt onto her pussy.
Peering down between her still bared breasts she spotted it: the youth’s stiff dick must have managed to get off a parting shot as it and its low-hanging fruits were pulled through the gap in the doors. Gemma judged the quantity of frothy goo at about two whole testicles’ worth and knew from experience that there was no way to displace that much spunk without his nuts being turned inside out.
‘Oh, well,’ she said
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