Trap Train (Futa/m, First person, Reluctance, Anal virginity)

I was standing there, alone in the crowd, lost in my phone. A picture of routine, really... until I felt a hand snake across my belly. A feminine hand. My eyes darted to the left and I mumbled something, laid eyes on potentially one of the cutest girls I'd seen in my life. Standing there, right next to me. Hand on my belly and... in a few moments, working its way down, fumbling with my pants. I looked into her eyes for a half moment, saw devilish playfulness behind blue, her soft face crowned with a full head of white hair... felt my belt loosening, a hand snaking down towards my nethers. Two soft, delicate fingers tracing my dick, which hardened with every second, even against my will. It was hot, of course - who wouldn't want to be groped by a girl? But all I could think about was the embarrassment. I stared at the blank screen on my phone and pretended to have something to do as her thin, womanly fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking it gently, pulling it upwards. I looked around, hesitatingly. None of the eyes I'd expected were present. Only people reading books, playing games - mobile garbage, no doubt - doing anything but, almost deliberately ignoring me.

She licked my ear, breathed into it before withdrawing her face, continuing her impromptu groping as I stood there, locked motionless, only daring to dart my eyes from here to there. A cute girl, yes... groping, yes... but couldn't she do it somewhere less public? She traced her fingers along my length, teasing me with her touch without delivering anything, mere kisses with pleasure.

And just like that, she withdrew her hand. I dared move my head once more, turned to look at her, confusion playing across my features. "You're cute," she said, giggling. Effeminate, sure. People had always called me girly, weak. But cute? Her hand reached down once again, dropped something in my pocket. I looked back at my phone, tried to ignore the looseness of my belt. The next stop was coming soon - I'd adjust it there. See what she gave me, too.

The rest of the trip was uneventful. She stood there, but showed no interest in me. I glanced at her a few times, to no reaction. And I dared not say anything.

When the stop came, I shuffled out with the rest of the crowd. Paused to tighten my belt, and drew a small plastic container out of my pocket. It took only a cursory glance to discover what it was. One of those miniature coffee shots - "Five hour energy!" Some brand I'd never seen before, label design flashy enough to have been designed by a twelve year old girl. Was this some kind of over-zealous marketing ploy? I shrugged. It'd be a long day, and I sure as fuck needed a pick-me-up.

So I drank it, and stood there for a half minute. You could feel the caffeine buzz settle in. It was always minor, nowhere near 'energized'. But it was always there. The rest of the crowd had moved on, and I supposed I should too. Then a security guard - female - came up to me, light blonde hair and blue eyes... almost as gorgeous as the girl on the train. She asked me where I was going, I told her. She told me there'd been technical difficulties, so I followed. I expected nothing. What would there be to expect? A slight diversion.

In reality, it was anything but 'slight'.

I was brought to another train and, surprisingly... pushed in by the guard. Not hard, just... gently, but forcefully. I turned my head to utter a confused 'huh?' but the doors were already closing behind me. Nothing to it, I supposed, and as soon as I bothered to look around I noticed something was odd. The train was relatively deserted. I counted only fifteen women, all various shades of gorgeous, pale to tan, hair blonde to crimson, each one young and radiating feminity, but dressed professional... suits, pencil skirts, the occasional tie... And all staring at me.

"I-is this... what is this?" I mumbled, and one of them stood, a five foot nine redhead with large, visibly excited eyes, her expression one of barely-contained intensity. I flinched at the sight. She was a few inches taller than me, with large C cups barely covered by her mostly-unbuttoned button up. Beautiful, in a word. And she was walking towards me, with slow, deliberate steps, eyes locked with mine. I couldn't so much as glance away - there was this magnetic, controlled intensity in her eyes, an irresistable force of will that seemed absolutely divine.

"You're going to be spending some time with us," she said, voice soft, barely above a whisper. "Quality time! And a long time. Why do you think..." she was right in front of me now, reached into my p

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