For a moment an idea struck her, if she stood up, offered up her seat, the vibrations would dwindle, but just as she parted her lips, cheeks flushed to speak out to someone standing just before her, she realised that standing up as she did now would present an entirely different though all the more attention-grabbing problem that she was equally unprepared to deal with, the inevitable tenting. Swallowing as the depth of the problem settled onto her she sank back into her seat, feeling the constant, unavoidable vibrations as they traveled up the length of her new and sensitive cock. She tried everything she could to think of to try and abate the steely length between her thighs but nothing seemed to work. She tried pressing her thighs in together around the veiny length, but the silky warmth of her skinny thighs only served to enhance the pleasure she felt, she tried parting her thighs softly, but without the cushioning of her thighs, the persistent rhythmic vibrations were all the more apparent to her. She bit her lip to stop herself from letting out a gentle little moan as her cock twitched and throbbed, the sensations unrelenting as she struggled, fruitlessly, to try and suppress them. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, pressing her bag down over the swelling of her skirt to try and at the very least keep her distress hidden, but even the slightest pressure only enhanced the pleasure echoing up and down her steely shaft. "O-oh gods..." She whispered almost silently to herself as she felt the persistent movements drive her pleasure onwards and upwards. The sensations were so diverse and different compared to what she had experienced in the past, less focused and intense on a single spot as had been the case, but spread out instead across an entire thick girthy shaft with the epicentre of pleasure being the ruby red tip she knew she had clamped between her thighs. The trains movements were unrelenting and time lost meaning to Jenna as she tried to keep quiet and look normal. She knew her stop was only ten minutes away, but deep down she knew she wouldn't last that long, she was trapped here by its obvious size and her inability to hide it standing, all she could do was try and mask the inevitable. Her breathing came in short controlled breathes, her mind alight with sparks of pleasure that seemed to radiate with the thrumming of the train up and down her spine and she could taste her own waxy lipstick as she chewed her lip in desperation for relief. She got one moments pause, then two as the train pulled into two amateur different stops along her line and each time did something cruel to her. As she drew close to the new, intense climax she knew was coming, each time she could just about feel the wave of her new bodies cock cresting, the train would slow to a halt, denying her the release, teetering her on the edge which only served to make the next anal build up more and more intense and even more difficult to hide. She was on the final stretch now, the train on its rattling tracks towards her own stop, where, like it or not, she'd have to get off to be in time for her unfortunate shift at work. "P-please..." She whispered to herself, almost doubled over as she doubtless drew a couple of glance, breathing harder than she should for an innocent commuter, her cheeks flushed a crimson red. If she was to get lucky about one thing today, it was the fact that to everyone standing around her, her apparent 'condition' was someone else's problem. Raising her hand to her mouth and covering it she felt a new light within her, the pleasure that had been radiating through her body becoming stronger, the ebb and flow less being drowned out as both were swept away in the japanese tide of what she had been expecting and fearing. Squeezing her eyes shut she let out a meagre, "Mfm!" into her hand, nothing more than a distressed squeak as her cock throbbed hard and desperate. In no way could she have prepared herself for what followed. The first pulse of her new life spending itself between her asian thighs and onto the floor of the carriage beneath her left her mind a white slate. Stars exploded in Jenna's vision as she experienced the most intense, but fleeting climax's of her life. Her new tool, apparently, was capable of giving her pleasure far above and beyond what her old orgasms had given her, her cock twitching, again and again, each time bringing the alien sensation of her thick fluid shooting from her heavy balls and cock. She looked down and watched as thick sticky ropes lanced out from her cock which, fortunately, was angled downwards. The fluid was foggy in colour and she had about the biggest load she had ever seen. Blushing she stared eyes wide as she spent the massive load over what she Hardcore swore was a genuine pair Christian Louboutin heels. To seemingly counter the intensity that left her with a thin veil sweat across her face, came a mercifully shorter length. While, in the past, if she had been 'in the mood', she could make climax melt into climax if she so wanted almost indefinitely, here it lasted five, maybe ten seconds, then faded far quicker than it had come. She was left breathing hard, her cock, now far too sensitive, beginning to deflate between her pale thighs as the distinct rattling of the train became less and less important to her. "Are you okay?" A voice that made Jenna jump in her seat, looking up to stare into the concerned but friendly face of a young woman in a business suit, one of many suited people pressed in close to each other and seemingly the one unfortunate enough to be right in front of Jenna. Jenna opened her mouth to speak, her face crimson with embarrassment but as she did the carriages intercom relayed that her stop was coming it. "A-ah, this, this is my stop," Jenna said, voice shaky as she hoped her cock had deflated enough to go unnoticed. "Oh of course," The woman said a little apologetically as she tried to stand aside slightly, allowing Jenna to rise to stand. The change in expression on the woman's face relayed that Jenna's cock, in fact, had not shrunk as much as she hoped. "You..." The woman started, blushing slightly pink herself as the train slowed to a halt, the mix of bodies either moving towards the exit or stepping out the way of those who were. "A-ah, yes, um, sorry about your shoes, they're cute though." I don't hear amateur … wait, yes! My family already was pretty disdainful of anal me, with a couple of relatives calling me a poofta, when they thought I couldn’t hear, or when they just didn’t care japanese if I heard. I saw her the other morning and she has these buds that stick out on her chest. Then an idea asian struck Art's mind as he reached out touching the man's head. "That gets a little tricky." Again, no handwritten sign, so I just walked in. He walked her over to Sarah. Hardcore “Hi Claire Cumalot.” "Why you laughing me?" She asks “I imagine you’re right, in fact I’m not too happy either.” I finally collapsed in a panting fit! “Sorry, had to take care of some issues,” she says shyly.