SubwaySlut Double-Fisted Gang Bang

Subway Slut -- A Double-Fisted Gang Bang

I don't remember you. Do you remember me? You want to know my name? Just call me the Subway Slut. Maybe we will meet one night when the moon is high in the sky, the clouds are parting, and the werewolves, witches, and goblins are out. That's when you may find me in your favorite subway car.

My friend Erectus123 wrote up the saga of my subway gang bang adventure and submitted it to Literotica. It was the story of my sexy experience on a dark subway in NYC when the train stopped, but the guys in the subway car did not. I was fucked by seven total strangers, including a smelly homeless man. His feet were dirty, but his pissy cock still had to be sucked. I guess you can call me an equal opportunity cock sucker.

My close friend, Erectus123, insisted that I chronicle the event myself, so here goes. I'm not much of a writer, hey guys and ladies, I'm not Hemmingway, I'm just a common subway slut. Mr. Nice, be kind to me when you read this. I know you comment on all the trash unfit to be read, but I might run into you one night and give you the thrill you've never known--my legs are always spread wide on the subway.

Oh well, my gang bang adventure was almost a year ago, and I have kept my slutty behavior on the down low, just one cock at a time. If you are curious about what went on last year, check out Literotica's "My Summer Subway NYC Gang Bang" by Erectus123, in case you missed it.

I reread the story the other night, and my pussy started to water up, and my clit began to talk to me, saying, "It's time for another gang bang." Even a multispeed vibrator couldn't get me to stay home. I had to keep pinching my nipple to keep my cunt from watering over. When I get the urge for a super sexy night out, I'm gone--talk about sexual compulsion!

Let me tell you how it is for me. Sex with one guy is fine, but with two guys, you start to compare their behavior, the size of their cocks, how well they use their tool and more. When you get seven cocks in your cunt, ass, and mouth, one after the other, it is nonstop sex. The speed of delivery brings you to a level of feverish excitement you can hardly imagine. When it is over, you close your legs, ass, and mouth and go home dripping sperm puddles before soaking off, in the tub or shower, to get rid of all the cum bunnies holding on to you for dear life. Even when a gang bang turns rough, I can handle it. I don't welcome rough sex, but there is an element of terror that, in retrospect, if you survive it, makes for exciting hot memories when you are all alone with your vibrator.

You have to be a girl to know what I'm talking about; some of us get off on being dominated sexually. Some gay bathhouse sluts (guys) probably get what I'm saying after they spend a night in their room on their belly getting boffed in the ass every half hour. That frequency of sex makes your ears ring, and the scary anticipation of who is coming next through the room's open door makes your cock drool.

I know that bad weather is the time to plan a subway gang bang. When a storm is going on, the subway cars stall and stop. I saw the time was ripe. I read on my phone's weather app that a big storm was headed to Manhattan over the weekend. In my experience, during a storm, the subways are the least reliable form of transportation; they often break down.

If you are looking for a gang bang, the late-night, early morning travelers are the most sexed up. Men's testosterone is highest in the morning, believe me, I know. The men gaze at you like you are a comestible, and you can watch their cocks swell up in their pants as they stare at your tits and ass. They lean forward hoping to get a glimpse of your bare pussy under your short skirt. The audacious guys don't make any attempt to hide their bananas. Sometimes, they unzip and let the worm crawl out into the damp night air, which I find a subtle form of advertising. I'm not looking for just the big Kahuna; any five inches will do.

I rested up all day Sunday, ate lightly, showered, and used the shower hose to clean out my ass till I was empty. That is the key to anal. I lubed every orifice before venturing out with my pink umbrella around 1:45 am. I put on a tight blouse with cutouts. My good-sized jugs looked very good. I know big tits will turn on most guys. As I walked to the station, I could feel it was a cool, breezy night, but I had a feeling it was going to be an incredible night. Believe me, in the middle of a gang bang, you don't feel the cold. When I climbed down onto the subway station, I saw a group of Latino men waiting on the subway platform for the uptown train - a friendly group, not the dangerous kind. They were all horsing around, but you knew if push came to shove, you'd end up getting royally dicked by each of them in one end or the other.

They were grouped on the siding, waiting together, pushing and shoving each other, joking in a good-natured way. The short guy with dark curly hair stared and winked at me while he stood waiting with his pals. I just looked down at the cement cracks on the floor. Finally, the almost empty subway train arrived, and the seven guys, laughing and jerking around, got onto the train. I followed, sitting on the opposite side of them, wearing a very short skirt and no panties.

Two old ladies were already sitting there. They scowled at me. I could read their lips--tart. They got off at the next stop, and the eight of us were alone. You could smell something in the air, and you knew it was a sexual odor, and it sent you a message of anticipation. It was a feeling that resonated somewhere inside your lower torso, between your cunt and your asshole. This sensation is the same one that cave women felt when a waring faction found them without protection and dragged them out of their cave to rape and enslave them.

I think the curly-haired guy caught on first that I was naked under my miniskirt. He was wearing a blue hoodie over a tan shirt and a light blue New York Yankee baseball cap. At first, the tight tan shirt looked like flesh, but as my eyes adapted to the grey light, I saw it was indeed a T-shirt. I'll call him Juan, although I don't know his real name and didn't care to find out. Juan began to stare at me and quickly caught on that I was his prey. First his eyes devoured my tits and then he looked down. With my tight, short skirt, it was apparent I was looking to entice the guys into action. I let my tongue dangle out of my mouth while I stared at his swelling protuberance outlined in his tight jeans as if to say, "Hey, guy, I'll suck your cock."

Juan lowered his dark eyes and caught a glance of my pussy as I kept pulling my skirt down to draw his attention. It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I could see he was already getting excited. Juan started poking his buddies and informing them there was a naked cunt across the aisle. I didn't let on that I knew what they were looking at. I pulled the skirt down to hide my pussy, but as the subway rocked to and fro, I let the skirt ride up just enough to give the boys a gander. I thought as they were latino guys, perhaps they'd be more turned on by a hairy twat. I was baiting them, and it excited me. It was a strong, sexy feeling I was missing when I envisioned yesterday what I was now doing.

The old subway, with its clinks and vibrations, after a long squeal of brakes, rolled to a stop. The lights dimmed for a moment, and then all was black. As I expected, Juan, the curly-haired guy, was the leader of the gang. Juan walked over in the darkness and stood in front of me, and then he stopped. He reached out to feel my breasts, and I didn't shy away. When the lights came on briefly, I could see he'd unzipped his tight blue jeans, and a red circle of flesh was visible behind the opened zipper. In a cool move, he shook his hips, and a relatively long red headed uncircumcised dick popped out of his fly. As the light went off and on, he became erect right in front of me. I reached out and grabbed Juan's cock, squeezing it to bring it to a full erection; his dick was already dripping cum into my palm.

"Suck it, baby," Juan said.

With no hesitation, I grabbed his erection in my tight fist and pulled him closer. I began to carefully lick the sensitive foreskin that wrapped itself just below his penis head. In a gang bang, it is essential to do a good job on the first guy so the others treat you nicely, as they all want the same thing. Once I got the uncut penis head into my mouth, the whole swollen staff followed, right up to his pubic bush and two tight testicles that were pressed against my lips. I licked his balls at the same time I was blowing him, a trick a girlfriend had taught me when I first became sexually active.

His cock took on a life of its own moving around in my mouth. I undid his belt, and his pants fell to his knees. He was going commando, just as I was. My hand caressed his plump bubble-butt, the kind of ass that I love. My finger found his slit as his hips swayed. Juan was very sexy. I continued to suck his long thin cock, and Juan began to face fuck me holding my head steady with both hands as his dick came in and out of my lips. I let him enjoy himself for a while, then I decided to show him who was in control. I reached behind and lovingly caressed his tight boyish ass and surprised him when I stuck my third finger deep into his ass hole, poking his prostate gently.

Almost instantly, his dick blasted cum; Juan's cum jelly filled up my cheeks. Juan was a young guy, probably 20 or 21 years old. Perhaps he wanted to hold back to show how macho he was, but when my finger hit his trigger spot, Juan could not hold back. I licked his frenulum as he breathed hard, his other hand was on his chest, and I could feel his heart racing as he chugged a discreet load of hot sperm between my lips, filling my cheeks. Not wanting to waste a drop, I scooped it up with my tongue and sent it swiftly down the hatch. God, it was a fine, sweet-tasting load. I swallow them all, but this was meant for a connoisseur.

Once his dick disgorged its thick juices, his stalk began to wilt, and what was firm and plump and very pleasing to the tongue and lips lost its swollen exuberance. Of its own volition, Juan's lengthy cock slid automatically out of my mouth, a little like those retractable garden hoses they sell on TV. When my mouth was free of cock, I looked up to see that the other guys had encircled me and that the game was on.

As Juan retreated behind his friends, pulling up his jeans and tucking his shirt inside, the guy with the bald head, wearing a grey hoody with an embroidered blue crown, and white trainers came forward. I'll call him Jose. He pushed the other guys to the side and knelt between my thighs.

Knowing what Jose had in mind, I spread my legs even wider and put my hands on his bald head, pulling him closer by his ears to direct him to the right spot so he might began to eat my cunt. I was amazed at how well Jose did his job. I assumed he must have been practicing on his sister, who taught him the proper strokes and the way he gently inhaled my sex into his mouth while tonguing and nibbling at my clit that swelled in anticipation.

At some point, Jose had gotten more than a mouthful of pussy pie, and he was tired of the licking. He lifted my legs to tilt me backward. That was when his long tongue scouted under my ass and somehow was able to reach and lick my butt hole. That felt so good, I didn't want him to stop. I used my hands to elevate my ass as he continued to poke his pointed tongue into my asshole.

Finally, he stopped and said, "Sis, ( I figured as much) I'm going to give you what you want." He lifted both my legs, which I quickly wrapped around his waist. The feeling of his naked cool ass under my long legs was incredible. He stood up and lifted me onto him, and his hard dick slammed into my pussy like a homing missile. I had no idea if he was cut or uncut, but whatever he was, he was doing a marvelous job fucking me. His hands continued to tightly hold my ass, as he fucked me hard, while standing as I wrapped around him like a monkey holding on for dear life.

For all his gentleness with his pussy licking, Jose continued slamming his big cock into me, my pubic bone taking the brunt of his punishing blows, crushing my pussy lips. I figured he'd stop after a while. Still, he kept at it, lifting me higher when I slipped down, I only weigh 105, and turning me toward his tall friend, pointing my ass in that direction. His pal must have gotten his cock out in preparation as Jose, the baldy, was busy fiercely fucking me liked he'd never end. Why do guys think a woman wants a fucking to hurt?

The tall guy, I'll call him Pancho, grabbed my hips as Jose streered me closer to him and Poncho thrust his prick right into my wet wide opened asshole that Jose had prepared for his invasion. Obviously, this guy had never heard of foreplay, but at least he had a good stiffy that felt tight and filled up my butt hole. I was glad I'd shaved my asshole. It was ripe and smooth with no hairs to get tangled up with his rapid cock rooting that would have tied my pubic hair into knots.

The two guys were into fucking me at the same time, and I knew their cocks inside me were only separated by a thin fleshy strip, I was sure they could feel each other's erection as they pumped into me. Finally, as if on command, they both came at the same time with a rush of hot sperm that filled my pussy and my ass. What a glorious moment. I would have kissed them for eternity, but I had no intention of interrupting them as they were not finished fucking me and the warm wet cum was still being injected into me. When men squirt their cum into a women, it gives a women the feeling of being desired, of being needed, of fulfilling her roll as a female.

As if they were gentlemen, the guy behind Pancho pulled his cock out of my ass with a ripping motion as I had tightly contracted my butt hole, men love when I do that, and the bald guy, Jose, laid gently me on the seat sideways, pulling out his seven inches still partly erect and looking like a big Cuban cigar. I looked up and saw his opened blue shirt was wet with sweat and pussy juice and he wore a small religious medallion around his neck. I glanced down and got a quick look at his white sperm soaked cut cock. as he steped back.

My short skirt was up around my waist. I lay there for a brief moment trying to catch my breath when, Red, I called him that because he wore a red shirt and headband to hold back his long coarse hair, fell right on top of me like a trapeze artist catching my pussy in a hole in one move. If his penis had more girth, it would have made a painful entry, but he pulled the landing off without a hitch. My pussy responded without a twitch!

Once there, Red, whose black long shorts were down at his ankles, kept stabbing his short dick into my pussy. I wrapped my arm around his naked ass and played with his chubby butt as he went all out fucking me as hard as he could. Since his dick was not very long, it didn't give me the deep thrill I preferred, Jose's cock was the perfect size, but Red was persistent and before he finished he grabbed his dick high on the shaft and rotated in my cunt it like a mortar in a pestle. I could sense from his dick's contractions he was ready to unload, but instead, he lifted my sweater to show off my tits, lifted my pink bra up around my neck, and the next thing I knew, his short dick was thrusting rapidly into my mouth. Sometimes you never know where the boys will stick their thing.

I started cock sucking in a frenzy and almost immediately, his pickle let go with a rush and volume of cum I'd rarely experienced. He sat there motionless on my chest, his ass flattening my boobs, his dick pulsing cum as I sucked him off completely. Red's dick stayed hard for the longest time until the guy with the black leather jacket, who had been waiting for his turn, grabbed Red by the shoulders, saying, "You are done hombre." and pulled him off of me, my teeth accidently scrapping Red's joint as he uttered in pain, "Ayeeeee."

It was a relief to get Red's weight was off my tits, his ass had been was squashing them, just before the new guy got to work I got a look at his penis, it wasn't yet erect but it was huge. I'll call him Fonzi because he reminded me of the TV character. Fonzi started sucking and chewing my tits as if he thought I was going to give him milk. He lifted and shed his leather jacket and kicked off his jeans. Then he roughly rolled me over. He spent a good deal of time finger playing with my ass and rubbing his bare cock up and down the grove in my ass that separates the two hemispheres. I've got a nice ass, not a Kardashian ass, but pretty fine and it loves to have a dick stuck in it.

I knew what to expect. At some time, Fonzi would stop greasing my depression and stuff his big boy into my bIutt. I could feel his rubbing, but I hadn't seen him all erect, just red and droopy. I knew he was large but I didn't expect him to have a monster cock; he did. Even with my ass cum lubed, from his buddy's, he had trouble stuffing his giant sausage into my butt hole. His pals stood around us, rooting him on, and the pain of trying to accommodate his big cock in my ass was intense. Fonzi kept spitting on his dick and stabbing my butt, I started to cry out in pain, but I was loving every second of this rough sex.

The bald guy, Jose, said, "You too big for her ass; let her go." I looked back and saw Fonzi slowly pulled out part of his twelve inches of firm thick dark cock out of my ass, he never had gotten all of itinside me, and then Fonzi rolled me over. on my back so I could clearly see what I was dealing with. Seeing how big he was took my breath away, especially his girth, which frightened me. I wondered if he had damaged my ass hole lining.

But immediately, Fonzi started a frontal attack on my pussy. Here he did better; my cunt has proven to be quite elastic and has hosted several monster cocks in my time. I was able to spread my legs and relax my cunt muscles, so I offered no resistance to his big prick's entrance. Somehow, my pussy accepted Fonzi's big cock without him losing a stroke, and the was stroking rapidly. The guys watching all clapped their hands in approval. But Fonzi had this idea that he should shove it in, pull it out, and shove it in again so everyone could see how big he was.

This exhibition was meant to amuse his gang mates, who cheered him on, but it was rather tiresome for me. At a particular moment, I'd had enough. I grabbed him by his balls which we not huge and held his big hard cock inside me, giving him a taste of pussy contractions I'd learned at a tantra workshop. That move had saved me from big dicks in the past. It worked, I could feel his balls release a torrent of cum juice, and I held him tightly inside me until I'd squeezed every cum droplet out of his balls. When I released my tight grip, he exclaimed, "She da boss," as he stepped back, massaging his sore testicles, trying to get feeling back into them. Maybe that's where the expression "numb nuts" came from.

By this time, I had been fucked in one place or another by five of the gang. Seven being my lucky number, I knew I still had to deal with the remaining two. As long as the train was stopped, I had time to accomplish my goal.

Now, believe me, I've seen a lot of dicks, cocks, penises. Some guys or girls close their eyes when sucking cock. Not me; my eyes are always wide open. I take pleasure in watching a naked man's sex-finger (penis) as it goes in and out of my mouth. I can visually measure his size and width, observe any scars on his dick, and how much hair there is. Some guys shave their balls and cock staffs, so there is no hair at all, and they feel lovely to mouth. Some men have hair all over their Johnson, and also beauty marks or freckles; others have warts on their dicks, but you should never say anything when you are in a compromised position. The color of cock varies; some white guys have red or dark brown dicks, and some black guys have light flesh-colored dicks. Have you ever thought of this? Well, I have., but the sixth guy had a penis, the likes of which I'd never seen before.

When I googled "Crazy Penis," there was an entry that might describe Sesto's strange dick. It said, "A very tight frenulum may prevent complete retraction of the foreskin or cause pain or bleeding with foreskin retraction when erect."

Maybe that was part of the problem; I'm not sure. Sesto's doo-dad was tiny, hardly big enough to make entry, and I would not say it was erect; maybe it was trying to be. The foreskin looked so tight. I was sure it could not slide back like the foreskin on a normal penis.

When I tried to touch it, Sesto immediately cried out; when I motioned I'd suck it, he shook his head. Google refers to this condition as "Primosis" and states that it is typically found in children and can be easily corrected by a surgeon, but will often loosen with age. I guess Sesto's dick might loosen up when he hits one hundred years, but there was no chance it was going to loosen up during that subway ride.

Sesto hovered over me, waving his sad mini penis. Not only was it short, but it looked like there was a ligature that connected the head of the penis to his foreskin. This poor guy had a thick fleshy connection that kept the penis from reaching full erection. When he first bent in the knees to encourage me, I very carefully licked his penis glans, the tip of his dick head, and he winced. Just touching it was painful.

I surmised he needed a surgical fix by a plastic surgeon or a urologist. I left him to rub his dingle with his two forefingers until he came. It didn't take too long, his dick wept in pulses, and exuded a thin stream of spermy cum, which I tried to catch in my mouth. A good part of his load got on my nose, forehead, and near my eyes, but I felt sorry for Sesto. The dude smiled with gratitude after he came. I thanked him in Spanish for his participation. Guys almost always get so happy after they have an ejaculation.

The disabled penis guy, Sesto, wasn't finished. He came closer, put his third finger in his mouth and stuck his wet finger in my pussy. I responded, he thought I was enjoying his efforts, but he was not too good at finger fucking, probably because he'd had limited experience with the females. Once Sesto finished with the impromptu pussy play, he stepped back, and his friends, who must have known of his infirmity, applauded. Oh, how I wish he had stayed.

The last guy, wearing shorter pants and a muscle shirt that said Polo, came up to my cunty plate with his above average sized Louisville slugger at full mast. Polo's idea was to make a spectacle of fucking me, to humiliate me, to punish me for being a subway slut. I was too tired to fight back. He took a leather lanyard off his neck and used it swiftly to tie my hands behind my back. At that moment, I was defenseless and knew I was in trouble. Polo pinched my nipples till I cried out. I was afraid he was going to bite off my nipples.

Next, he roughly spread my legs wide and put his bare foot between them. I didn't know what was happening until he managed to stick his big toe into my pussy. His sharp toenail caused scratches in my sensitive area. As he fucked me with his foot, the guys who had formed a circle around us were busy laughing at my awkward situation.

The toe fucking continued until I made believe I was getting an orgasm from his big toe. After my fake climax performance, he rather rudely pushed me over and spat on my tush. What was next, a butt fuck? No, Polo had decided to fist me in my ass. When I realized what he was going to do, I cried out. I did not think his big hand could fit in my butt hole. Fisting is not something you do to a girl. Once his hand was partly inside me, he poured a a partial can of grape soda onto my ass. With its crackle and fizzing, he was able to get his entire fist inside me. I had never experienced such a perversion, I screamed repeatedly.

"When you stop screaming, Bitch, I'll stop fisting you," the dude said calmly. When I shut up, he carefully pulled his right hand out of my ass and rolled me over again.

"Now I'm going to fist your pussy, you subway slut," Polo said."I'll use my left hand, it's smaller."

I ask, why do some guys have to speak abusively to a woman when they have her in their complete control?

When I heard what he said, my eyes opened wide, and my face took on a look of horror that the guys around us could see. Without further ado, Polo set to work twisting his left hand to fit inside my tender pussy. He seemed to know what he was doing. Once he got his hand painfully inside my pussy, he reached around and inserted his right hand back in my ass hole. Having experienced this ten minutes before, his hand seemed to have learned how to make an easy entrance and slipped inside without difficulty.

There I was, this douche had both hands inside me as if he was reaching to shake his one hand with the other, both being firmly encased in my flesh. I could feel his fingers trying to touch, and it was very painful, and for a few moments, I think I passed out. I could hear the boys muttering, "Did he kill her?"

No, but if embarrassment is deadly, I could have died several times. Polo swiveled around, both his hands still inside me, and lowered his large ball sack into my mouth to teabag me.

"Mamasita, you suck my balls till I cum. If you try to bite me, I'll tear your insides out."

I had no doubt he was serious, so I started sucking and with my tongue probing and licking as he raised and lowered his ball sack into my wide open mouth. The subway lights came on, and then the train started chugging. I could see the guy's balls were speckled. If I ever reencounter the freak, I'll know Polo by his spotted ball sack, which I got to know intimately.

The loudspeaker came on with crackle and static, saying, "Sorry for the interruption in your ride, but the difficulty is now fixed, and we will be arriving at the next stop in about five minutes."

I sucked Polo's balls like there was no tomorrow, and I was so happy when my technique showed I knew how to handle the rough-sex guy. When Polo's penis erupted, even though I was only sucking his testicles, his cum rolled down my chin and onto my tits. I was a real fucking scumy mess, but grateful nothing worse had happened. To show my gratitude, I gave his balls a long loving suck and a final kiss goodbye. As bad and as scary as it was, in a sick way, it was thrilling!

As the train slowed, Polo slowly removed both his hands from inside my ass and cunt and untied me. "You did well, Mamacita," he said as the train came to a stop and new riders began to pour into the car. I stood up and quickly tried to pull myself together. The trip took close to three hours. The early Monday morning rush was on. Time flies when you're being fucked by seven guys.

Juan, the first of the gang that I blew, stayed behind and offered to help me off the subway. He helped me stand up and handed me my dirty bra (trampled on in the subway), and soiled blouse. I think one of the guys used it to wipe off his cock. My panties were long gone, a souvenir for one of my attackers, and my pink umbrella disappeared. Juan carried my tiny purse and offered to walk me home. I folded down my short skirt that was cum glued to my waist and got my tits into the dirty bra. I let Juan maneuver me through the crowd of curious onlookers and climbed up the steep subway steps, with his arm around me. We walked to my studio apartment, and most of the time I was leaning on his shoulder.

When we got to my place, I found my key in my purse and invited Juan inside. I gave him a cold Coke and took another one out of the fridge, and with no embarrassment, placed it between my legs.

"Baby, I'm too worn out to give you a blow job now, but I'll make it up to you."

"That's ok," Juan replied. "You've been through enough tonight."

Juan said goodbye. I kissed him on his cheek. Before he left, he said. "I'll be back. Is ok?"

"Sure," I said, "You can even bring a friend."

After Juan left, somehow, I got myself into the bathroom and ran the shower on my bruised spots while soaking in hot water, almost falling asleep. It took me a week to recover; the fisting was what hurt the most. For the most part, the guys cocks had done minor damage except for that guy who attempted to get his monster dick in my ass. I guess my body has no problem accommodating penis.

Juan started coming to visit a week after the gang bang. He brought me a small bouquet and a sweet bottle of wine. I accepted his gifts, and without saying a word, knowing what he had come for, I got nude and pulled him by his hard-on into my bed. We fucked, and I blew him clean afterward. The following week, he brought a friend to share with me. I didn't mind. For some reason, the guys prefer to fuck me in my ass and cunt at the same time; I guess it's a Latino thing.

Sometimes it's Juan in my ass, and other times it's Jose or whoever the other gang member is, as long as it's not Polo, the toe-fisting fucker. Him, I can do without, but when I think of what he did to me, how he humiliated me, my pussy gets all wet. I guess I'm crazy.

I am really fond of the guy's weekly visits. I get off on their enthusiasm and the noises they make as they try to please me. There is a lot of titty play and I've showed them how to foreplay. I figure their girlfriend will like that. When I begin to climax, and I climax a number of times, I make a lot of sexy noises, and that seems to recharge them, and they start to fuck me for a second time. The guys love to plow me from both ends and tweak my titties till I can't stand it. I'm laughing so hard I almost piss the bed.

As long as they keep coming around to sex me up, I don't have any desire to get on a subway train on a wet Sunday morning to search for another gang bang. But never say never; if I lost those two fuckers I probably would head out once more on an early Sunday morning to the subway station.

They don't call me the Subway Slut for no reason! You still want to know my real name? I had it tattooed in red letters right under my left tit. You have to lift my tit to see it, its right there in tiny letters, "Subway Slut."

I never explained what it meant to the tattoo guy, but I guess he knew.

Oh yeah, I washed the bra, and I can still wear it - a Double D size 34.

The End --For Now