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I didn't get many chances to visit my family in Japan. My father was born there, and his parents still had their estate. I will try not to bore you with the details, this story isn't really about that. I'm just saying, I was there on vacation and besides seeing my family, I wanted to experience Japan in its fullest.

So I had gone shopping, mostly eye shopping, with my sisters and brothers in law, we took on the local cuisine. Apparently when you order noodles, you can order small, medium, large, or American. That just tickled my funny bone, it's really not what this story is about either.

I guess I could get to the point. I lived out one of those cliche porn plots while I was there. Really surprised me. And now I'm getting ahead of myself.

I was just heading back from picking up some manga, from one of those stores that has endless shelves full of it... was fun, but seeing that I was the only one of us that could read any amount of the language, and my sisters really wanted to do something else, I found myself alone. Well, alone in the sense that my family was gone, I was surrounded by strangers. I guess that's a weird sort of aloneness... or perfectly normal, I have no point of reference honestly.

So I took the train back, alone. Just little foxy me. I know that Japanese are supposed to be shorter than Americans, but I still was short enough to be a head or more under everyone there. However my American sized butt kept getting bumped into by everyone not expecting me.

Maybe it was the wrong time of day, or maybe they're always like this, but there were so many people trying to get into the train that transit workers were literally shoving people into the train by force. It was quite a tight squeeze with people touching me on all sides. I was surprised I kept hold of my manga.

Taking account, there was a cheetah with headphones in on my right. In front of me there were a pair of rabbits in schoolgirl sailor outfits. A big bear on my left, who flinched away when his hand brushed my shoulder. Maybe he wasn't a local. Behind me a somewhat overweight man, I think he was a tanuki, had his belly pressed against my back. I didn't blame the guy, there really were more people than space in there.

When the train went off, I struggled to see out the window. Failing that, I tried fishing out one of the manga I had purchased... but with the bunnies so close, I had no room to read it. I then started looking about at other passengers, but the few surrounding me towered over me enough I couldn't really get a good look at anyone else.

Suddenly a hand brushed against my breast. I gave a startled "meep" and looked about. The cheetah didn't react, but the bear gave me a concerned look. I tried looking back at the tanuki, but he displayed zero interest. I had just decided it was a mistake, when it happened again with my other breast.

This time it wasn't just a brush, the mysterious boob grabber took hold of me and kneaded my breast through my sweater. He took his time and let his fingers sink into my fluffy bits, squeezing around my nipple until it peaked. His hand then found my nipple through the cotton and pinched. A moan escaped my lips as he played with my braless breasts (hey, it's healthier, I swear).

The bear was quick to notice, but froze up. He gave me a look of terror, his eyes trailing up the arm back to my molester. The bunnies both glanced back at me, then very abruptly faced back at the windowed door. The cheetah still hadn't noticed. The tanuki decided to up the ante and put his other hand to work.

With both of my nipples now erect, I bit my lip to stifle any further moans. I couldn't believe it was happening. I was in a crowded train, with witnesses all around while this pervert was molesting me. I could scream, I could try to call over one of the officials and... they would have no way to getting to me through the crowd. Oh shit.

The bear to my left might stand up for me, I could... my train of thought stopped abruptly as the tanuki pressed his weight against me. I could clearly feel his erection through his pants on my back. This wasn't right. I couldn't let him do this. One of his hands snaked under my sweater as I tried to rationalize my situation.

Not in public. This was not the sort of thing you did in public. With who knows how many people could see me. Probably only a few with how short I was. And besides it wasn't like they would ever see me again. And it's not like I hadn't done something crazy like this before...

I took the man's hand in mine. With a little reluctance he let me take his wrist downward to my already heated sex. I heard a gagged cough from the voyeuristic bear, but the tanuki already knew what he was doing. His hand slipped into my pants without preamble, and he dragged it, with toe curling slowness, across my growing wetness. As his hand then retreated, the tanuki brought it up to his nose and took a loud sniff. I don't know why, but if I wasn't already turned on, that would have done it.

His had slipped back down my pants without hesitation, his chubby fingers plunging deep into me. I let out a soft moan, finally getting the attention of the cheetah who took off his headphones and pulled out his smartphone. It wouldn't be my first time I wound up on a porn site, but my face still heated up.

The tanuki, as if trying to make a show for the feline, pulled down my pants right there. The Cheetah laughed as he lined up a shot of my bubble butt. Still somehow a little shy, I covered up with my tail. The tanuki responded by pulling my tail and bending me over.

I caught the bunny girls by surprise as I came between them. They both blushed and looked away, but one grabbed a hold of her skirt awkwardly. She glanced back at me shyly and I could swear I could see a little jealousy in her eyes.

My attention returned to the tanuki as I could hear the sound of his drawers being unzipped. With my awkward position I couldn't see how well endowed the man was, but I like to imagine the stories are true. With one rough thrust he filled me utterly.

This time I let out a shrill noise that caught the attention of more onlookers. I only knew by the sound of several cameras going off. The cheetah laughed in his deep voice and began stroking his shaft. The bear started to have a panic attack, and one of the rabbits tried to hide that she was joining the cheetah in self indulgence.

But the tanuki quickly took the onlookers off my mind as he began to jackhammer into me. No buildup, no thought of my comfort, just heavy thumps of his waist against my ass, and collisions of his hot dick against my cervix. With every thrust I could feel his heavy balls collide with my thighs.

Gods, they were huge.

It didn't take the tanuki long before his thrusts became erratic, he was going to cum soon. I tried to communicate to the man to slow down or something, but the awkward position I was in left me completely at his mercy. He probably didn't speak English, but it didn't stop me from blurting out my frantic thoughts.

"Please cum inside," I said, "I need it."

There was a whistle from the Cheetah, and a small cry from the masturbating bunny. The tanuki on the other hand made no noise as he pulled harder on my tail and thrust his full length into me one last time.

I don't have words to adequately describe the feeling. I was filled beyond the brim. I was taken, claimed, and stretched to beyond my limit. I was overflowing with his hot seed.

My orgasm hit as he drained his fuzzy orbs into my needy cunt. I rode the wave and shook with the sensation. I have no idea what nonsense I was saying but there was a distant laugh I could hear. My legs became jelly and my vision was blurry.

But he kept cumming.

Apparently I missed my stop due to being oversexed. I didn't ever get a good look at the tanuki after he left me barely able to stand. I guess the bear decided to help me stand back up, he must have been concerned, but I was too dazed to thank him properly.

I exited the train at the wrong stop and headed straight for the restroom. At some point I received a facial, I hate them, but I was too woozy to complain. After cleaning up a bit I called my family and they rescued me from my wrong station problem. I told them I got caught up in my manga and missed the stop. It was then that I realized I had left my bag of manga in the train.

Oh well.