6 comments/ 138095 views/ 33 favorites A Surprising BJ By: formaze Jill and her friend come to visit. My wife, Beth, had been telling me all week how she'd be giving me a blow job when we had a break over the weekend. Things had been busy and our chances to get together hadn't been coming together for a few weeks so her prompting had me more than ready. In fact I was so horny it was nuts. So I was not at all pleased when Saturday morning came around and Beth's friend Jill and Jill's friend Lilly came over. "Cool," Beth said meeting them at the door. "Nice of you two to drop in." I greeted the two, smiled like a good husband and opted to find this a good time to clean the garage. Jill, Lilly and Beth vanished into the living room and for the better part of an hour I managed to ignore the lost chance to have a blow job. The garage was a mess, but not so much that I needed more than thirty minutes to clean it. That left me pushing this tool and that in place and organizing my long unused fishing gear. Finally I was thirsty and headed into the house to the kitchen. Yes I know you are expecting me to note how I discovered them all fucking in the kitchen but no, I didn't see a sign as I made a pot of coffee while having a glass of water. I prefer coffee but you know when you're thirsty and can't wait it isn't the fastest drink around. As the water gushed into the hopper and dripped down to the pot I leaned against the kitchen sink and looked out at the yard. It would do with a mow but it had rained over night and the grass was still glistening. "Hey Ken," Jill said walking into the kitchen. "You making coffee?" I couldn't help but be amazed at her tits as I looked over. They are some of the most beautiful huge breasts I've ever seen on a slender woman. She smiled but shook her finger at me. "Oh," I said. "Yeah it should be done in a few, but if you're in a hurry I can get you a cup now." "It won't overflow?" she asked. "Not if you're quick." So, being nice I got Jill some coffee and sent her on her way. I remained in the kitchen sipping a cup and then stepped out back under the eaves and slowly enjoyed the rest. It was a good day, brisk and somewhat overcast still but the air was clean and the coffee tasted just about perfect. My buddy Brian called my cell phone and we chatted a bit. His daughter was in college and had gotten pregnant by some guy she'd only met once. I tried not to laugh and gave my friend a few lame ideas. I'd never been there, so what was I supposed to say? He knew it too, neither of us had been through that. His daughter didn't want to talk to her mom about it which seemed a little odd to me but since Brian's wife was the church going type I guessed his daughter had other plans that her mom wouldn't approve of where her dad could pop for the cost of a procedure. "Drink later," Brian said. "That's not a request." "Yeah," I said. "Looks like Beth is lost in girlfriend zone anyway. When do you want to meet?" We agreed that he'd pick me up after dinner. Beth's car was in the shop so I couldn't see driving off and leaving her stranded. I went back in then, grabbing a refresh on my coffee and went to find the girls. It wasn't much of a search, they were chatting about something involving a catalog in the living room. Jill again thanked me for the coffee while Beth and Jill's friend Lilly talked about something on one of the pages they'd marked. "Hey babe," I said. "Brian's having some issues with his daughter so I said I'd go have a drink and let him spill his guts after dinner." "Oh," she said looking from Lilly to Jill and then to me. "Maybe we can all come and cheer him up." "Well," I said. "I think he was looking for a man to man, but it would be okay with me. His wife won't be there though. Some family kind of issue I think. I'm not sure a couple of hot women along would go over too well if she found out." "My god," Jill said. "Did you just refer to Lilly and I as a couple of hot women?" "I think he did," Lilly said. "Okay," Beth said sitting back on the living room floor against our couch. "But... I was going to give you a blow job today." This took me by surprise. She'd never been one to talk openly about that sort of thing even in front of me let alone with anyone else there. "Beth!" Jill said. "I can't believe you two today." "You two wouldn't mind," Beth said. "Would you?" I was baffled, this didn't seem like something that would really happen. No, I thought it was more likely some sort of torture for doing something I couldn't recall that had truly pissed her off. "I'm okay with it," Jill said. "Lilly, are you okay with Beth giving her husband a blow job?" "Hell," Lilly said. "I'd like to watch to be honest. I've never seen one up close." "We're on then," Beth said. "I mean if you're okay dropping your pants, Ken." I looked from face to face. I couldn't believe my wife wanted me to expose myself to her girlfriends. To buy some time I put my coffee to my lips and took a long drink swallowing three or four times. Yeah, I thought I could do this. What was there to lose? "Go ahead," Jill said. "We don't mind." The three of them watched as I put my cup down and kicked off my shoes. I think I could read some warm anticipation in each of their eyes as I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my thighs. Lilly took a deep breath too, and Jill smiled. Beth's eyes were on my cock, waiting to see if I'd get huge I guess. I'm not sure just what was going through her mind. "Go on," Jill said. I used one leg to hold my pants while pulling the other out and stepped from the jeans before kicking them to the side and putting my thumbs in the waist of my boxers. But really I never liked a blow job with my shirt on either so first I pulled my shirt off exposing my chest and then slowly pulled the boxers down and kicked them over to the pile with my pants and shirt. The sight of the three women looking at me naked, one being my wife too definitely had me turned on. My cock was nearing full now and I sat back on one of our chairs facing them. "I think he's going to jack off," Lilly said. Her lips were puffy. I wasn't sure if I'd noticed that before but the idea of them wrapping around my cock at that moment made my cock twitch and bounce so her eyes went wide watching it. "Look at that." "Yes," Beth said. "Jack off for us a little while, Ken. Then I can suck you." Beth stood and started stripping while I took my cock in my right hand and slowly pumped. She had a foxy body and I always loved watching her both dressing and undressing. "Look at that," Lilly said. "That is so hot. Is it okay if I sit closer, Beth?" "Sure," Beth said undoing her bra. Jill stood up too and moved with Lilly to sit on the coffee table so they were just a few feet from me. She started opening her top as she watched. "What are you doing?" Lilly asked. "Showing him my tits while he jacks off," Jill said. Beth was nearly naked now and came over beside her girlfriends before pulling her panties down. She was bare naked just as I liked her to be when she sucked my cock. I loved seeing her body as her mouth wrapped the length of my pole. "Stroke it," Jill said undoing her bra and exposing her huge perfect tits. "I love watching a guy jack off." "Yeah," Lilly said opening her top as well. "I haven't seen it done up close before but I love a guy masturbating, it is so hot." Beth sat down beside my leg so her girlfriends view of my hand stroking my cock wasn't obstructed. By this time I was pretty far gone, my legs began to jerk a little as my cock jumped in my hand. I was amazingly horny. I'd never had women watching and talking about my cock this way before, about me doing something like this while they looked on. "How does it feel, Ken?" Beth asked. "Great," I said. Lots more came to mind but that seemed like enough words at the moment. "Do you like looking at our tits while you jack off, Ken?" Jill asked. "Do you want to suck them while you play with yourself?" "Yes," I said. Beth put a hand on my chest and started playing with my nipples while I jacked off looking at her tits and her friend Jill's tits and now Lilly's tits as she pulled her bra clean off and started twisting her nipples in her finger tips. "Do you think we should?" Lilly asked. "Oh yeah," Jill said. "We so should." Beth leaned over and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Just the head so I kept stroking my shaft as her tongue licked at the tip. "How does he taste, Beth?" Lilly asked pulling hard on her nipples. "Salty?" Beth slid her mouth down the length of my cock and swallowed. The sensation always drives me crazy and I began to buck instantly. She knew it too. Her face turned to me as I jerked and shuddered. "Damn... You must give great head, Beth." Jill said. Lilly moved beside me, standing and leaning close so I couldn't help but turn my head and feel her tits brush my cheek. One of her nipples was so close I opened my mouth and started sucking her. "Do you like her tits, Ken?" Beth asked when she pulled off my cock. "Mmmm, yeah," I said. Beth's mouth went down to my balls. She sucked them one after the other alternating as she stroked my cock. She was going for it as Jill moved up on the other side of me and I felt her tits pressing to my other cheeks. Jill took one of my nipples between her long nails and started twisting it while I sucked Lilly's tit. Beth bit gently and let go of my balls only to lick my asshole as she stroked my hard cock. "Suck it, baby," Lilly said and pulled my head hard to her tits. "Swallow my boobs, Ken. I can come if a guy does that right." "Look what she's doing, Lilly," Jill said. "She's licking his asshole and jacking him off." "Oh god," Lilly said. "She is. Do you like that, Ken?" "Yes," I said and turned my head to Jill. My lips locked on one of her huge tits. I sucked and Lilly pulled on my hair. "Suck them, Ken!" Lilly said. "Suck Jill's hot tits." I'd have said that I was but I had so much tit in my face I couldn't breath. Jill's huge tits were bigger than I'd thought, they wrapped my whole face. Her flesh was cool, and her nipple swollen now in my mouth was fucking huge. She tugged herself free and shoved the other one into my face. Beth slid a finger into my ass making me arch and squirm. She twisted it around and moved her mouth back to my swollen cock. "That's it," Jill said. "I love watching that." "It is so fucking hot," Lilly said. "Come for us, Ken." "Come, Ken," Jill said. Beth rocked on me, her mouth plunging the length of my member and then off again over and over. She did it fast too, swallowing and tonguing me every time. I felt her face bottom out and her tongue glance my balls. The warmth was all I could take. "Oh... god..." I moaned. "He is coming," Lilly said. "Come baby," Jill said. "Come in her hot mouth." I started then, Jill's tit in my mouth, Lilly pulling me away and shoving my face to her tits. Beth blowing me hot and fast. My body tensed. "There!" Jill said loudly. "Come hard!" "Suck him," Lilly said. "Come, come, come, Ken! Come for us." I was shooting. Hot blasts of come shot through my dick into Beth's mouth. I screamed into Lilly's tits and Jill pinched my nipple hard as my cock pulsed and throbbed in my wife's lips. "Yes," Jill said. "Fuck that's hot," Lilly said. I couldn't believe Beth had done this. My cock was still throbbing, come now filling her mouth. "Mmmmmm," Beth toned. "I want to see," Lilly said. "Fuck yeah," Jill said. "Show us his come, Beth." She finished sucking me and then sat up between my legs. Her face glowed and she opened her mouth letting the three of us see the pool of thick white come covering her tongue and teeth. "Nice," Jill said. "Can I taste?" Lilly asked. Beth closed her mouth and swallowed. Jill giggled and Lilly made a pout. "You can share the next load," Beth said. "What?" I asked in shock. "While I sit on his face," Jill said. My wife smiled wide and gave her friends a quick nod, "Okay. Let's do it!" A Surprising Commute I stood on the hot train platform trying my best to squeeze into the sliver of shade that was falling on the pavement. The strap from my bag was causing a strip of sweat to spread over my shoulder. With nowhere to sit, I had little choice but to stand in front of the train doors, waiting for the whim of the conductor to open them. I was on my way home after a long day at work. I took the 5:25 train every day, but this time got stuck at work so I was waiting for the 6:55 (which took 45 minutes longer to get home) train to allow me inside it. I was already irritated about having to work late and getting home later than was ideal, the fact that we were experiencing a heat wave that was causing me to sweat at 6:40 in November wasn't helping anything. Finally, with what I imagine someone thought was a pleasing series of harmonic tones, the doors parted, allowing the travelers to escape the unseasonable sun. I climbed the four stairs and turned to the right. I had a very specific train strategy, given that I ride it every day. I always went for the last car, it generally would fill up more slowly than the others, but given the late hour of this train it probably didn't matter. Each car had two sections of seats, both facing toward the middle of the car. I always chose the side that was facing in the direction of travel, so that I wouldn't be riding backwards. Each section had an upper and lower seating area. The lower was two standard rows of double seats. The upper was basically two walkways along either side of the train, each with a single row of seats. I always sat up there so that I wouldn't be forced to sit next to someone; I liked my alone time on my commute home. And finally, it was important to not sit on the sunny side, especially on a day like today. That was something that the amateur travelers rarely considered. As I moved into the forward facing side of the train, I immediately noticed that the air conditioning wasn't working properly. Shit, just what I needed. I pushed on through to the next car, feeling the cool air as I walked through the connecting door. Ok, that wasn't so bad; I would just be one car off from my regular routine, but well worth it for the air conditioning. I made my way down the aisle toward the stairs so I could set up to my solitary seats. "Excuse me, does this train go to Richmond?" I turned to see the questioner. It was a petite girl, probably about 19. She had a slight grunge look going. Her loose tee shirt was ripped in a few places and hung off one of her shoulders. She had a black pleated skirt on, that was moderately short. She had 3-4 piercings in each ear along with a thin ring through her nose. Her jet black hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail and she had bright red lipstick on. She definitely wasn't the normal commuter one would encounter on these trains; judging from the bag she carried, I guessed she was a student at the local art school. "Uh, no. No, this train doesn't stop in Richmond," I replied, consulting the schedule posted right next to the stairs. It could be a little tricky for someone to read a schedule if they weren't familiar with it. "Fuck!" She shocked me slightly with her language. Not that I didn't have a foul mouth myself on occasion, but generally not with strangers I had just met. "Is there anything that will get me close?" "Ya, let's see. You can get off at Yountville, they have a bus line that will get you there pretty quickly." "Ok, thanks for the help, mister." She turned and started up the stairs. "Wait." I'm not sure what made me grab her arm. It was probably inappropriate to do to a girl over 10 years younger than me, and the word would have probably halted her just fine. I tried to play it off, and quickly dropped my hand. "You'll want to sit on this side; it doesn't get as much sun." "Thanks!" She smiled appreciatively and flounced up the other stairs. I couldn't help but watch and got a generous helping of legs as her heels clicked up the metal steps. I could just see the curve of her cheeks before she stepped out of sight, indicating that she either wasn't wearing underwear or had a thong on. I climbed the stairs after her, thinking it was well worth giving up my sunny side secret for the brief view of her butt cheeks. I walked down the aisle, shuffling past the empty seats. I always aimed for the second to last seat, and it looked like it was still open. The very last seat in each upper row was actually two seats, as the aisle was no longer needed. This was a popular one since you could typically spread out a little more. However, I never took the risk of having someone sit next to me, so that seat was out. As I sat down in my customary seat, I saw that my new friend had taken the double seat at the end. Her bag was lying on one side while she was lounging on the other, reading some sort of pamphlet. I couldn't help but notice her thigh that was showing since her skirt rode up just slightly when she sat down. I prepared for my standard train routine. Each day after work, I had 45 minutes in between the stresses of my job and the pressures of being home. I was very grateful for both; I had a good job in a bad economy, and I had a beautiful wife in a wonderful home. But the pressures of each could get to me. My wife worked much more than I did, so when I got home the burden of dinner and cleaning fell to me. But the 45 minutes in between both (75 min today, since I was on a slower train) was my alone time; a period of time during which I could zone out and not have to be responsible for anything. The train would get me home, without any effort expended by me. I typically got a beer on the way to the station and sipped on it while reading which ever book or magazine had my attention at that time. The train jerked as it pulled out of the station. The axles squealed as they started spinning faster. I had grown to love the sounds of the train as it moved, connecting the noisiness with tranquility. As the motion of the train coupled with the sounds, I began to slip off into the coveted mindless state in which I no responsibilities or concerns. Just as all I was entering that state I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me, mister. Do you know much about the buses? I'm lost with all this; I have no idea which one to take." I sighed. Yes, I knew all about the buses, yes I could help her. But that was the last thing I wanted to do right now. I had both my beer and my book open and ready to go. I turned to tell her that I was unfamiliar with the bus system, but one look at her face and I was unable to carry through with it. She had what I would call a beautifully simplistic face. Her pale skin was blemish free and her features fit together perfectly. Her red lips looked just a little pouty. The whole effect was one of youthful innocence. A very quick glance down showed that those pale thighs I had noticed earlier were still on display. Her creamy skin matched her face, and she had just a hint of muscle definition. Her eyes pleaded with me. "Sure, I can help you." "Great!" She moved her bag, patting the seat for me to sit down. Reluctantly I left my train haven and sat next to her. She pulled her pamphlet back out and showed it to me. I was very aware of her leg lightly leaning against mine as she eagerly explained where she was trying to go. I quickly showed her the two routes she would have to take, and where and how to transfer. I knew that the bus system could be a little intimating to a novice and after dark probably wasn't the time to be making mistakes, especially for a pretty girl like this. Once I was satisfied that she was sure where she was going, I got up to return to my seat. Her hand grabbed my thigh, pulling me back down. Her touch was very firm. "Wait, I just wanted to thank you. I probably would have gotten really lost if you hadn't been able to get me on the right track." It had been quite a while since I had spoken to a beautiful young girl such as this. My nerves definitely began to show. "Uh, well, it was no problem," I just managed to get out. Her hand remained on my thigh, and I sure wasn't going to be the first to move it. It was as if this petite girl had the strength to hold me to that seat against my will. My seat, just a couple feet away, represented everything that was right; the seat I was in now represented everything that I wanted. I hadn't felt a girl her age touch me since, well since my wife and I were that age. "Did you enjoy the show?" She broke my train of thought. "Uhh, huh? What show?" "When I went up the steps, silly! You looked up my skirt." Her voice dropped to a sexy whisper. "How much did you see? Could you tell I don't have anything on underneath it?" If I wasn't already fully hard, that certainly finished the job. Her other hand went to her own thigh, and she slowly started pulling the hem of her skirt up. I couldn't believe this was happening! There was no way I could let this teenager expose herself to me on a public train. But I also couldn't stop it. All I could do was watch as more creamy skin became exposed. Finally, her skirt was all the way up and I was staring at her crotch. She had a beautiful pussy, completely shaved except for a V erotically pointing down to her center. Her lips were smooth and mostly covered her sex, parting just slightly in the center. "Do you like seeing my 19 year old pussy?" All I could do was nod. Her hand slid up my thigh to meet my hard dick that was pushing its way down my pant leg. When contact was made I jumped. "Do you want to see me touch my 19 year old pussy?" I'm not even sure if I nodded that time, but she did. Her hand moved down and cupped her mound. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she held herself tightly. Then she looked at me, watching me watch her, as she drew her finger nails up her skin, leaving white marks in their wake. Her middle finger traced down the length of her slit, opening it just enough for me to see a glimpse of what she hid inside. She then began tracing the outside of her lips with the tips of the nails. All the while, she was gently stroking me through my pants. Her finger found the little sensitive nub at the top of her womanhood and she rubbed it, letting a small moan out. I nervously looked around the train car to find that there was just one other person; a young man up at the front on the opposite side, with large headphones on. If he had turned to look, he would have been able to see me, but the seat in front of us (my former haven) was blocking her from his view. I looked back to my companion, her torn shirt had slid further down her shoulder, exposing the top half of her small breast, the neckline caught on a hard nipple. I could see a buildup of moisture through her slightly parted lips. Her thin, delicate finger was moving faster on her clit. She stopped rubbing with a sigh and moved back down to her opening. Her eyes popped open and stared at me. She drew my eyes like magnets; I fought between staring deep into her soul and looking at the action below, in which her fingers were starting to gently probe her depths. Her pressure on my encased penis increased as I tore my eyes away from her youthful face in time to see her sink a long finger deep inside her. She let out a loud long moan followed by a second finger venturing inside. She began to slide them in and out and I noticed the train beginning to slow. We were approaching the first stop on the trip. I panicked, knowing that we had to stop this. I was a grown adult, I couldn't allow this teenager to put us both in such a compromising position. At work, I managed six other people, and could have them do anything I wanted. All that authority denigrated in the face of this petite girl. I tried to tell her to stop, that what we were doing was illegal, that we might both go to jail; but nothing came out. The train stop came and went. I almost forgot about the teenage beauty next to me fingering her young cooch when I heard the doors open. But I knew I was safe when they closed and no entered our car. All of a sudden, the door connecting our car to the one behind us, which was essentially right beneath us, flew opened. My heart shot up to my throat and I nervously looked down. A middle age woman hurried through the cabin, apparently not finding the seat she wanted, and was gone. I looked to my right, ready to break this off, and saw her still pleasuring herself, completely unconcerned with our brush with danger; if anything she was going at it faster. There was a sexual harmony created by her right hand, which was furiously fingering her sex, and her left hand, which was lazily stroking my clothed cock. That harmony, however, lasted only a couple more minutes as she pulled her hand away from me. It was only then that I realized how painfully hard I was. There was nowhere for it to go, and my arms were still frozen by the spectacle happening next to me. Her hand was quickly re-employed as it pulled her shirt down the rest of the way exposing the entirety of her breast. I guessed that she sported A cups on her chest. There was a very pleasant roundness to them and it was obvious that they would remain firm for years to come. Her exposed nipple was tiny and offered me quite a surprise; it had a tiny silver ring through it. There was a sparkly pendent dangling from the ring. Her hand deftly moved from cupping her young breast to pinching her nipple to tugging on her dangling jewelry; the last causing her to groan. She abruptly abandoned her tit and brought her hand down to stimulate her engorged clit. Her other hand was still thrusting two fingers in and out of her hole. Turning my attention back down that, I noticed how wet it had become. I could see her tender flesh stretch around the invading fingers and longed to touch it, feel its heat. With two hands now pleasuring her sex, I knew it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. Her vocals picked up as her arousal increased; I reluctantly kept an eye on the other passenger, sure that he would turn to look. He never did. Her hanging pendent was swinging wildly from her engorged nipple as her whole body moved with her exertion. I could now hear her fingers thrust, as the moisture created suction every time she pulled her fingers out. It wasn't clear which of us was awaiting her inevitable climax with greater anticipation, as I watched eagerly for her to come. When it came, she jerked back against the seat like she was possessed. She started to cry out rather loudly and I couldn't help but slap my hand over her mouth, muffling her passionate sounds. Her two hands continued to abuse her pussy. I felt her tongue push against my palm as she writhed erotically. The violent movements slowly subsided as her orgasm came to an end. I felt it safe to pull my hand away, and she let out a sigh of contentment, slouching against the back of the seat. She brought her two sopping fingers slowly up to her mouth and licked them clean, clearly enjoying every drop; her other hand returned to her nipple dangle and gently tugged on it. Her post orgasm routine only reminded me how unsatisfied my hard cock was. She turned to me; I saw a glint in her eye. She slowly extracted her fingers from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her fingertip and her lip. "Now it's your turn!" I gasped when her hand made renewed contact with my covered penis. It stayed there briefly before moving to my zipper. I jerked when she pulled the zipper down, my hand instinctively going to it, meeting her hand there. She sensed my extreme discomfort. "Here, move over to where I was sitting." She stood up and gestured for me to slide into her seat. I did, glancing over at the other rider, who seemingly hadn't noticed our escapades. Her pierced tit still exposed, she knelt down in between my knees. I couldn't believe that this petite girl could fit in the small cavity in between the seats, but she managed it somehow. She returned her attention to my open fly and managed to fish my solid cock out of the opening. I'm not porn star, but consider myself generously blessed, with approximately a 7" unit. She gazed at it affectionately while her fingers explored it, her other hand gently massaging my balls. I think I almost burst when her tongue first touched my sensitive head. She continued to deliciously tease my cock with her tongue, driving me absolutely wild. I gained control of my arms again and they found the back of her head. I tried to urge her to go further, but she was in complete control. For what seemed like ages (and at least one train stop) she licked all over, with her hand always tickling my heavy balls. She very masterfully kept me on the edge nearly the whole time, but there was never a danger of reaching climax. She looked up, locking our eyes together. As she watched my reaction, her lips slipped over the head of my cock. She didn't go any further, just keeping the head of my dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue in intricate designs over it. My extreme arousal meant heightened senses; it was a challenge to keep my feelings from bursting forth through my mouth, alerting our fellow passenger, as well as the adjoining cars, of my pleasure. After torturing my tip for ages, she slowly slid her mouth further down. She kept her eyes on mine the whole time as she started sliding further down my shaft, agonizingly slowly. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, reveling in her lips learning every inch of my cock. She stopped moving, and I opened my eyes to see her with my full length buried in her mouth. She kept it deep in her throat for about 30 seconds, all the while looking up at me with her enchanting eyes. When she started moving again, she pulled back to the base of my head, tracing the bottom of my shaft with her tongue the whole way. Her hand was still cupping my balls when she brought the other up to rub my now wet shaft. She kept my head encased in her lips, flicking at it with her tongue while her hand slid up and down the shaft. As soon as it started to get a little dry, she slid back down to the base, keeping it buried in her throat, ensuring that adequate moisture remained when she pulled back off. We continued this routine for an unknown amount of time. Thinking back on it, it was at least 3 stops. I was starting to get a little light headed with all the attention she was paying me when she thrust down again, this time pulling immediately back up and down again. She started fucking me with her throat ravenously. My hands on her head started guiding her pace even faster. I got occasional glimpses of her dangling nipple jewelry swinging like a pendulum. Her eyes closed in concentration and my brow furrowed in self-constraint. We were locked in an orgasmic battle; she was desperately trying to make me climax while I wanted more than anything else to keep this blowjob going as long as possible. The odds were stacked against me, and eventually she triumphed. She knew it was coming and held me deep inside her. I don't think I had ever cum that much. My first blast was shot straight down her throat. Despite her obvious oral experience, she silently gagged just slightly, and pulled back a little. My next three pumps filled her mouth, and I could see her throat and tongue working overtime funneling it out of her mouth. She slurped up the last bit of my juice, and even cleaned my cock off a little, right as we were pulling into a station. As she started to stand up, I noticed a small amount of my cum clinging to her sexy lip. "Mmm, thanks for all the help," she whispered in my ear as she squeezed past me into the aisle. "I'll be on the same train tomorrow." She winked at me as she pulled her shirt back up her shoulder, once again covering her small, pierced nipple. She gathered her bags up and hurried down to the stairs, her little skirt flipping up just enough to remind me that she wasn't wearing underwear. I watched out the window as she disembarked. She turned and blew a kiss up at me, which reminded me to tuck my deflated member back into my pants. I realized that I didn't know her name but that it didn't matter. As the train pulled out of the station, I made the decision that I would have to stay late at work tomorrow as well. A Surprising Commute Ch. 02 It was with some fear and trepidation that I hiked up the ramp leading to Platform 3 at 6:48 pm. Once again, a meeting had run late, very late, causing me to miss my normal train. As my steps flattened out onto the level platform, I quickly scanned the mostly deserted platform. Since the bulk of commuters took the 5:25 train, as I usually did, that meant that the 6:55 train was considerably less crowded. A mixture of relief and disappointment flooded over me as I saw only two other forms, both men, on the platform. "I'll be on the same train tomorrow." Her whisper had been replayed in my head over and over since last Wednesday. However "tomorrow" had been last Thursday, and it was now Tuesday. I had no idea if she would be on the train today. There had been plenty of excuses to not stay late at the office and take the later, slower train home. However, I knew that deep down the real reason was I was terrified of meeting the 6:55 girl again, as I had come to think of her. I could still see (and sometimes feel) her pale symmetrical face, the only splash of color was the contrasting bright lips, which had been wrapped so tightly around my cock. Her raven black hair had swished back and forth as I got glimpses of her small, pierced A cup tit. She couldn't have been more different from my wife, and perhaps that was why I couldn't stop thinking about her. I had come to realize that part of the terror (and excitement) that flooded through me as I approached the train came from the power that the 6:55 girl had over me. Here was this young (I guessed 12 years my junior, at 19), petite, student who had help been able to pull me from my comfort zone, and do things I would never have dreamed of doing. Countless times last Wednesday, while she was fingering herself and pleasuring me, I knew that it had to end. I was putting my marriage, my job, heck, even my freedom, on the line and it had to stop. Yet I had never been able to say the simple words that would have halted the experience. In fact, I'm not sure if I had even been able to move. I headed to the last car, climbed to the upper section, and chose a seat towards the back on the shady side, as was my custom. I carefully extracted the cold beer from my bag, the sweat on the bottle leaving my hand wet. I then pulled the second beer out. I often had a beer on the train, as a cool down between the stresses of work and responsibilities of home. I never had two. I had subconsciously purchased the second one, but deep down, I knew who I had bought it for. I saw a flash of red out of the corner of my eye. The petite form of what could only be the 6:55 girl was dashing across the platform. She was dressed in red and black today, but the details eluded me. I felt a sense of panic wash over me and momentarily lost my breath. I also noticed that my dick had become semi hard. The lithe figure dashed through the doors of a car a few ahead of mine moments before the slid shut, with a harmonious sound carefully designed to be soothing, yet be able to wake up a sleeping commuter at the same time. I sat back in my chosen seat trying to casually sip the beer I had just opened. I had a magazine spread across my lap, hiding the growing bulge. I knew I couldn't, shouldn't, go seek her out, and wondered if she would come looking for me. Had she looked for me on the other trains she had doubtlessly taken since our last encounter? I found myself holding my breath as I waited. I jumped slightly, almost spilling my beer, when I heard the door to my side of the train car open. I didn't notice until that moment the other people in the car with me. There was a middle aged man sitting across from me and a couple of women sharing a pair of seats on the lower level. I heard steps on the metal stairs and soon her black hair was emerging from the stairway. It was immediately followed by her pale face with the same bright red lipstick and nose ring. She wore a red loose mesh shirt over a white tank top. As more of her emerged, I saw her black skirt was tight rather the pleated one she wore last time. Her outfit was completed by large black boots, which made her legs look even skinnier. What else was I to do but stare at her as her boots walked heavily toward me with confidence that only comes with a sexually active teenage girl. She smiled slightly as she approached me and just said simply "Hey you." Her tight skirt hugged her hips closely, showing each muscle in her thighs and ass flex as she lifted the heavy boots. She swept past me to the double seat at the end of the aisle, and slipped into the window side, disappearing behind the single seat in front of her. Without even thinking about it, I got up, grabbing both beers, and followed her like a puppy dog. "Oh, you brought one for me this time!" She took the extra beer from me as I plopped down, not even waiting for me to offer it to her. "I had to run to catch the train, it got me hot," she said slyly, looking at me as she held the cold beer up to her forehead. "All over." She giggled a bit seeing my reaction to that. "I couldn't make it on this train the last few days." I awkwardly, realizing that it was ridiculous that I felt the need to explain my absence to this girl. "I know," she looked at me oddly as she cracked open the beer. "I knew you wouldn't be there the next day, but thought I'd see you tonight." She continued to mystify me with her nonchalance and strange power she held over me. I looked down at her pale legs disappearing into her skirt, wondering if she had once again neglected to wear panties. Her tight skirt, which had ridden up just slightly, was somewhat elegant; in stark contrast to the heavy black boots she wore. My eyes drifted upwards, over her slim abdomen to the small chest hidden beneath the layers. Knowing that at least her left nipple was pierced, I found myself studying the area to see if I could make out the sexy jewelry that had constantly resurfaced in my mind over the past few days. I clearly wasn't being very discreet with my staring, and she snorted as she threw back her beer. "You just have to ask, you know. If you want to see them." Knowing that I wouldn't ask to see her tits, she grinned at me and reached under her mesh shirt. Rather roughly, she tugged the flimsy white tank top down below her small tits. Her left nipple burst into my view, showing off a different nipple ring than she was wearing last time. Not so much a ring, this was simply a barbell that extended through her small nipple, with a blue ball on either side, locking it in place. Getting my first view of her right nipple, I saw that I was unadorned with jewelry, and was gently poking through the loose mesh of her outer shirt, clearly erect. While no jewelry was present on her right half, there was some ink. A queen of hearts was tattooed on the inner half of her right breast. She leaned in real close; I could feel the heat of her breath on my neck as she talked. "You know, the piercing keeps my nipple hard basically all the time. Just brushing it against something is enough to send an electric jolt through my body." She paused, and I could sense her moving her body closer. "You want to touch it?" Without waiting for my reply, she reached across my body, grasped my left arm by the wrist and roughly pulled it to her breast. She placed it over the small swell; when I just let it sit there without any movement, she placed her own hand on the back of my larger one and guided it as if it were a puppet, gently squeezing and massaging her small tit. The cold medal of the barbell contrasted against the heat of her nipple. Soon, I didn't need her help to caress the teenage breast and was fully enjoying her supple young flesh. Every time a finger grazed her nipple or piercing, her body shuddered. Her right hand still clutching the beer, taking occasional sips from it, I saw her left hand creep under her tight skirt. She stopped her hand before it had reached its destination and looked up at me. With a slightly wicked look in her eye, she gently removed the beer from my right hand, which was resting on my thigh. Throwing it back, she chugged the last fourth of the contents before dropping it on the floor. She then guided that hand to the hem of her skirt. "Don't you want to feel my pussy?" Her voice oozed a false innocence. "Yes." The word croaked from my dry throat. I realized I hadn't uttered a word since we sat down. Under my own power, my hand crept up her skirt. As I progressed, the fabric pulled even tighter and started exposing more of her creamy thigh. I glanced over at the other man sitting on the upper level, he wasn't paying attention. Had he turned to look, he would likely have been able to tell what was going on. I could feel the heat radiating from her sex as my fingers, still cold from the beer, inched closer. "Phhttt!" She sucked in loudly as my cold fingers made contact with her silky smooth pussy. I had never felt skin so soft and smooth. The coldness of my fingers must have shocked her as much as the heat off her tender lips. I traced my fingers over her mound, reveling in the smooth skin and tracing the V of the only hair in the region. I found where the lips met in the middle, and discovered that it was just a little damp there. Not ready, or perhaps not bold enough, I didn't enter her sweet confines just yet. She had her head back, breathing a little too loudly for my comfort. "Two fingers inside," she hissed the command, as her free hand jerked her skirt up. She briefly hoisted her hips upward to slide the material clear up to her waist, leaving her entire bottom half exposed. Offering a much better look at her teenage cooch than I got before, I once again marveled at how beautiful it looked. It was slightly pinker than the pale skin surrounding it and the erotic V pointed down to her treasure, just as I remembered. The lips were slightly more open than last time, I assumed from her arousal. One detail that I hadn't noticed before; a small hummingbird was tattooed near the top of her slit to look like it was preparing to drink her sexy nectar through its long beak. Blindly following her orders, I found her love hole and slid two of my fingers inside her. Still slightly cold from the beer, the contrast was even deeper with the burning insides of her vagina. She gasped, definitely loud enough for others to hear. Her love canal was slippery smooth as I slid my two fingers as deeply inside her as I could. Reflecting on the situation, I realize the awkwardness of my position; my left arm straining across my body to caress her small tit while my right wrist was bent horrifically to get the right angle to penetrate her smooth pussy. Very suddenly, her slender fingers wrapped around my wrist and yanked it out of her. She brought my wet fingers to her mouth and licked each drop of her honey from them, just as she had with her own fingers last time. My arms now hopelessly tangled, I froze, not sure what I was waiting for. "I need you inside of me, now!" Her hand went to my slacks, working the belt, button, and zipper with surprising efficiency. My pants were flapping open before my dulled brain could comprehend what was happening. I couldn't fuck this girl on the train! Wait, I couldn't fuck her at all! It was bad enough I had fingered her and that she blew me last week, this was going too far. My marriage didn't deserve this. I could be arrested for this! I didn't even know her name. By the time I realized that I didn't even know her name, I also came to the realization that my rock hard cock was sticking straight up from the hole in my boxer-briefs. As the 6:55 girl stood up as much as she could with the seat in front of her, I found myself awkwardly sliding over the seat to position myself under her, even as my brain was screaming at me to stop. Yet I seemed unable to control my own body. It wasn't until she looked down with satisfaction as my large manhood pointed directly at her glistening cooch that I realized how I ached. I had been hard, straining at my restrictive clothing, since she had entered the train. I desperately needed release. Her slender fingers found my waiting cock and kept it steady as she lowered herself to meet me, her skirt still bunched around her little waist. As soon as the tip of my head made contact with the soft skin of her outer lips, she let go, everything held in place by the gentle pressure of our two bodies. I sucked in my breath as she steadied herself, using the handle on the seat in front of us. It was incomprehensible to me that I was about to penetrate this young woman. It went against everything I wanted; at least everything I thought I wanted. With a crisp yelp, she thrust herself down on me. My dick had a small amount of pre-cum coating it, but her pussy was wet enough to provide all the lubrication we needed. There was little resistance put up by her slick outer lips and I felt them give way nearly immediately. Slightly more resistance came from the tight, warm inner lips. But my now slippery cock pushed past them victoriously, and sank deep into her, reaching for her center. Her warmth enveloped me as I leaned back into my seat, a deep sense of satisfaction washing over me as she settled down into my lap. Her passionate yelp on initial penetration must have been loud enough to draw notice. As she started gyrating her hips on me, I tipped my head out a little to see if anyone was looking. We had just made our first stop, but I didn't hear anyone else enter our car. However, must to my dismay, I saw a pervy grin coming from the guy on the opposite of the car, staring at me. I glared at him, but turned my attention back to the train nymph who was currently impaled on my rod. She was swiveling her hips down against mine as she took another swig from the beer she still held. Her free hand reached back to find my left arm, hanging uselessly at my sides, and she pulled it up to her breast, which was still exposed through the mesh and slightly supported by the bunched up shirt. Her head tipped back to my shoulder, and I could feel her hot breath, which smelled of domestic beer. "I like it rough," she hissed in my ear before biting the lobe rather hard. I stifled a cry, sure that my ear was bleeding, but took heed of her implication. My fingers found her pierced nipple and gently squeezed. The husky voice in my ear commanded me to squeeze harder, so I complied, as she started bucking her hips slightly. I increased the pressure to my fingers until I was sure I was hurting her. But I was rewarded by her breathing getting heavier. My fingers grasped the barbell through her nipple and twisted it violently. A corresponding groan came from the mouth by my showing her approval. She started bucking on my lap. There was little room for proper thrusts, so she was combining mini thrusts with a twisting motion, making the most of our space. Her free hand had drifted to her sensitive clit and began rubbing it furiously. I pulled on the barbell, stretching her nipple impossibly far before letting it snap back into place. The pace at which her hips were moving had been increasing steadily, as had her breathing, which now resembled panting. She was beginning to let out throaty grunts, coming more and more frequently. I could tell her climax was imminent, as was mine. I could feel my penis growing inside her slick canal. I realized that she was only going to get noisier, and while the pervy guy in the car may not mind, I didn't want to alert the middle aged women on the bottom level to the debauchery that was going on above them. I clasped my hand over her panting mouth only to encounter vicious teeth. She bit into my palm, again causing me to stifle a painful cry. I decided that the pain, and inevitable teeth marks, was preferable to being discovered, as it did seem to silence her. The spastic thrusting down on my cock that she was doing had picked up in intensity, as was the punishment she was giving her clit. I attempted to match on her nipple. Her orgasm hit her hard, causing her whole body to writhe and her teeth to clench even harder on my hand. A few moans escaped around her fleshy gag, but I was confident that we had avoided detection. I felt like I was restraining a wild animal as she bucked against me; I pulled her tightly to me. Slowly, like a desperate animal losing strength, her wild movements began to subside. Finally, she lay still against me, her head leaning back on my shoulder. When I finally removed my hand from her mouth, her tongue gently reached out to flick my ear. My throbbing cock was still hard, buried deep inside her wet cunt. "That was amazing! I've never orgasmed that hard," she said, her head still right by my ear. I was sure it was a lie, but unable to speak I said nothing. She slowly pulled herself off of me, with the quiet squishing noise of stepping barefoot into wet mud. Just as she had last week, she managed to squeeze down on the floor in between my knees. She looked fondly at my dick, dripping with her sex juices. Being sure to make eye contact, she slowly licked it up and down, as one would lick cake batter off the beater. Once there was approximately and equal amount of her saliva and juice on my member, she took it entirely in her mouth, pushing into her tight throat. I knew there was no way I was going to last long at all, and true enough, it took only about 6 thrusts of her mouth to bring me over the edge. My first blast of semen came with the head of my cock actually in her throat. She pulled back just a little and locked her lips tightly around the sensitive base of my head for my second blast. Her tongue wiggled under my velvety tip giving me the most inexplicable feeling and rushing me towards my third shot of cum. She pulled my ejaculating cock out of her mouth at this point, allowing the third load, substantially less in volume, to end up on her chin, dribbling down onto her mesh shirt. I had a very uncharacteristic fourth shot, although it was more of an aftershock. Much of that ended up on her shirt, mingling with the drippings from her chin. Still crouching, she leaned back against the seat behind her, looking very content. I imagine I must have looked content as well, the pervy guy was giving me a thumbs up when I leaned out to look. The 6:55 girl looked up at me and wiped the back of her hand over her chin, as if she were wiping a bit of stray barbeque sauce off her face. I realized the train was coming to a stop and looked out the window, not sure which station we were approaching. "I know I'm good, but are you going to let me out?" She was grinning up at me, pinned between my knees. Mumbling something or other, I awkwardly shifted my knees while trying to tuck my now flaccid penis back inside my slacks. She pulled herself out and stood in the aisle, pulling her tight skirt back down, giving the pervy guy a good look at her naked ass. "Thanks, I'll see you next time." She winked at me. This time, I managed to respond, at least in part. "No. We...this can't...no." Getting any words out seemed like a victory, even if they weren't coherent. She just looked at me with a knowing smile, and I realized that there would be a next time. As she walked away down the aisle, she sashayed her ass just enough to get my overworked dick back to half-mast. A few moments later, she appeared on the platform. As the train started to gear up, she turned to look at me. She had a light, half smile on her red lips, those lips that had just sucked my cock. I could see the glint of the overhead light shining off the barbell through her left nipple, still visible through her mesh top. She watched me with that smile as the train pulled out of the station. A Surprising Date Jake took a swig of his Corona while surveying the bar. All the regulars were there, he thought, but no one new and interesting. But he changed his mind after a second sweep, when his gaze lighted on a cute redhead in a short black dress, sitting alone and sipping what appeared to be a beer of her own. He stared, unashamedly, and she caught his eyes and smiled. To his surprise, she stood up and sauntered over. "Hey, handsome," she said. "What's your name?" Her voice was surprisingly deep and rich, like an exotic melody. He held out his hand and she shook it. "I'm Jake," he replied with a smile. "What may I call a lady as lovely as yourself?" "Well," she chuckled, "I don't know what you can call any ladies. But you can call me Amy." "Well then, Amy, to new friendships!" Jake raised his bottle, and she touched her own against it, watching him through long lashes as they both sipped. She moved closer, a mischievous look on her fine-featured face. "Want to blow this joint? I know a jazz club the other side of town you might like, if you're not afraid to get a little hot and heavy." He grinned, and leaned even closer, breathing in the smell of her perfume. "Afraid of a cute little thing like yourself? Bring it on, Amy." He winked. She held his gaze and breathed in, enjoying his manly smell. "I'll even treat you," she whispered. "But fair warning – I'll expect you to put out later, if I do." And with that, she grabbed his crotch, eyes twinkling as she moved her body against his to hide what she was doing from the rest of the bar. Jake went instantly hard, and ground his crotch against her grip. "I don't think I'll have a problem with that," he quickly replied. A few more drinks and several dances later, and Jake found himself disrobing in Amy's tiny but tidy apartment. She grinned tipsily, pressing herself against him. "Time for my reward, stud-muffin! Pay up!" Jake pulled her close and kissed her hard, then leaned back to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants off. She whistled appreciatively as his cock came into view, already standing to attention despite the beer he had consumed. "That's a nice piece of hardware, it sure is," she whispered lustfully. "But tell me what you think of mine." Jake was confused, until she opened a drawer and pulled out a big, black strap-on, her grin growing bigger as she watched his face. He paused, uncertain how to proceed. He didn't want to ruin his shot with this hottie, but he also wasn't sure he wanted anything to do with that strap-on. Before he could decide what to say, she was on him, kissing him passionately and running her fingers through his dark hair. His uncertainty faded into the background as his body took over, and her skilled hands soon brought his cock to full readiness. He moaned into a particularly messy kiss, and she suddenly spun him around. Before he could protest, she pushed him from behind and bent him over her bed. "Now, stud, I can't stop you from leaving," she said from behind him. "But I can promise that if you stay, you're going to have the time of your life." He glanced back at her, thinking tipsily that he should stand, because he was in a particularly vulnerable position. But for some reason he couldn't quite put into words, he stayed bent over while she put on the strap-on. Her green eyes twinkled as she slathered lube on the black plastic, her hand moving lewdly as if she were jerking off a cock. Then she pressed the tip between his buttocks, and started rubbing his shoulders with her free hand. "Ever take anything in your ass, stud-muffin?" She pushed the dildo against his asshole to make a point, and he nervously shook his head no. She grinned. "Then I get to deflower you. You'll love it, I promise!" Without warning, she thrust into his ass, breaking the muscle resistance in one smooth move. Jake cried out in pain, but she thrust deeper, ignoring his discomfort. "Amy, take it out," he grunted, looking back at her, pinned between her body and the bed. But she looked him deep in the eyes, and pushed harder, causing him to cry out again. He groaned and tried to relax his sphincter, being too tired from drinking and dancing to fight her off. As she continued thrusting, she started to massage his cock, and against all odds, he felt himself growing hard again. She tickled his balls lightly with her fingertips, and leaned to his ear to whisper. "Reach back and spread those ass cheeks for me, hot stuff." Jake groaned, and did as she ordered. She squeezed his cock in approval. "How does it feel, spreading your ass for me while I fuck it wide?" She punctuated her dominance by thrusting into him harder, causing him to grunt and moan. "Now, we can do this one of two ways," she whispered, sliding her tongue into his ear and causing him to shiver. "I can ream your butt until you can't sit down, or I can take it nice and slow, and make you cum with my cock in your ass. Which do you think we should do?" Jake shivered again. He had never met a woman who could make him feel this way before. "Please," he moaned. "Be gentle." She smiled. "Okay, stud-muffin. But the ball is in your court. If you want a gentle butt-fucking, you have to do everything I say. Okay?" He nodded. She slowed her pace, fucking him in long, measured strokes. "Tell me how my cock feels in your butt," she said. Jake paused to think, and she smacked his ass hard. "Tell me, now!" He winced, and she spanked him again. "It hurts," he told her. "But it feels good, too. I feel like I can't take anymore, but I still want you to make me take it." She massaged his butt gently, picking up the pace a bit, but still fucking him gently like she promised. "That's my good boy," she cooed. "Now, push that tight little ass up for me, and show me how a good boy offers himself for cock." Jake didn't even hesitate. He pushed his ass in the air and arched his back like he had seen girls do when he fucked them doggy style. He even spread his ass cheeks again with his hands, offering her a view of his asshole spread around her giant strap-on. Amy growled, deep in her throat, like a big cat ready to pounce on its prey. "Oh, baby, I love seeing my dick in your ass." Her eyes took on a slightly crazed look, and she began to move faster, unable to control herself as she pounded his butt. "Take it for me," she moaned, as she began to ream his asshole. Jake grunted and squirmed, but by this time, he wanted it too. He pushed back hard on her, not caring that he was going to be sore for a week after this kind of butt-fucking. "Fuck me, Amy!" he encouraged. "Push that big dick up my ass, and spank me hard!" They came together, his cum spurting out white against her bed sheets, and her pussy juices flowing down her legs as she fucked him. She continued fucking him as she shuddered through multiple orgasms, and he held his ass cheeks open for her until she was finished. When she finally calmed down and slipped out of his ass, she smacked his butt. "Stand up, stud-muffin, and come give me a kiss." Jake obeyed, and she kissed him long and softly. "Let's get some rest," she whispered, "and maybe we can go again in the morning." A Surprising Day One day Mary said that we had been invited for a meal with this women friend she had recently made and that she felt we should to go. I asked where we were going, thinking it would be a pub or restaurant somewhere and was surprised to find it would be at her place, apparently she had this lovely cottage in the country. Mary had met this women at work, her name was Meg, and it seemed that they got on well. We drove to the cottage in the middle of nowhere and were met by this striking looking women, she had long black hair and was dressed in jeans and a sweater, even so I could see that she had a good figure with long legs. Mary and her greeted each other with a hug and a kiss and introduced me to her. She looked me up and down and smiled saying that she was pleased we had come and that Mary had told her a lot about me and that she was looking forward to getting to know me. The cottage was tastefully furnished and was very cosy with a lovely fire burning giving it a warm comfortable feel. We sat down and Meg offered us a drink, it was some home made wine and it packed a punch because after just a couple of glasses I started to feel very drunk. The next thing I remember is waking up in the dark and being up unable to move my arms and legs, for a minute or two I was completely at a loss to understand what was going on. Eventually my head cleared and I realised that my arms and legs were strapped down and I was stark naked! I was about to shout out when a light flickered on and I could see that I was in what appeared to be in some sort of dungeon, there were all sorts of contraptions and devices around the room and I was tied to a board standing at about 45 degrees. I was speechless to say the least, what the fuck was going on and where was Mary? I didn't have to wait long to find out, a door opened and into the room came Meg looking much different to the last time I saw her! This time she was wearing black knee length boots over black stockings and suspenders, black panties and Basque, which just about restrained her breasts. In her hand I saw that she was carrying what looked like a leather riding crop of some sort. As she approached me I was just about to speak when she brought the crop down striking me across stomach, fuck me that hurt. "Don't speak unless I tell you to" she barked "or you'll feel the crop again". With that she turned around and went back out the door. A moment later she returned only this time she had hold of a chain and to my astonishment I saw that Mary was attached to the other end of it. She was wearing a collar around her neck to which the chain was attached. Gazing at her I could hardly believe what I saw. Mary was dressed, if that's the right word, in an outfit that seemed to consist of nothing but leather straps held together with metal rings and buckles that hid nothing. Her breasts were fully exposed as was her pussy, the straps accentuated her body, and her hands were also bound together at the front. Mary looked at me and gave a little wink; Meg paraded her around the room in front of me for a moment before stopping in front of me. She said that we were both to do exactly what she says without hesitation, any hesitation will result in a beating, she was our Mistress and we were her slaves for as long as she decided to go on for. By now my mind was starting to calm down a bit and I decided that this must be something that Mary had set up, it was the only explanation that made any sense, the question was, what was going to happen next? I didn't have to wait long. Taking Mary's hands she raised them above her head and attached them to a hook that was on a beam set in the low ceiling. The sight of Mary standing there helpless was very erotic, her gorgeous breast standing out firmly, her ass looking inviting and finally, her luscious pussy just waiting to be eaten. Meg then turned to me and eyed me up and down until her gaze fell upon my cock, now you would have thought that I would by now have had a fucking great hard on but no, I could only assume that the bizarre situation seemed unreal to me. Meg looked at my cock and said, "I don't think he wants to play, maybe he needs some encouragement!" and with that she started to run the crop over my body, starting with my face and moving down to my nipples and then onto my groin. She gave my cock a slight tap with the end of the crop which made me squirm a bit I can tell you. She then went back to Mary and started running the crop up the inside of her legs to her pussy, she stopped there for a second and applied some gentle pressure on the lips, Mary tried to pull away but couldn't. Meg then moved up across her stomach to her breasts, circling them a couple of times before brushing the nipples in turn and then giving both nipples a sharp tap causing Mary to let out a little yelp, the affect on her nipples was instant, the slap made them harden and they weren't the only things that had started to harden! Meg then moved behind Mary and, forcing the crop into her mouth, began using her hands on her. She first caressed her breasts, Mary tried vainly to pull away but of course she couldn't, next she was squeezing, twisting and pinching her nipples and Mary was writhing around and making all sorts of noises. By now my cock was rock hard; I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Meg then moved one hand down Mary's body to her pussy, the other hand continued to play with her breast. She tried not to open her legs but a sharp smack on the ass told her that she had no choice. Reluctantly she parted her legs and Meg's fingers went to work. I could see her caressing her vulva, parting the lips and running a finger or two inside before moving onto her clit, squeezing and flicking it with her finger. By now Mary was out of control, sobbing and moaning, I'm sure she came at least once! By now my cock was standing to attention in all its glory hoping to see some action before I shot my load. After a few minutes Meg stopped and commented on the state of my cock, I even think I saw her lick her lips and I thought its' got to be my turn now but I was wrong. She knelt down in front of Mary and, lifting one of Mary's legs she put it over her shoulder, and started to eat her pussy. What a fucking wonderful sight, Mary looked like she was in heaven despite being helpless to do anything about the situation and I was sure I was about to shoot my load there and then but I managed to hold on to it, Mary had yet another orgasm, her entire body trembled and shook and she was dribbling from her mouth and cunt. With a glint in her eye Meg reached into a nearby box and pulled out some metallic objects linked by a two chains. Moving towards Mary she took hold of a nipple and pulled it hard, Mary winced with pain as Meg took one of the objects and clamped it to Mary's left nipple, she immediately took hold of the other nipple, squeezing and twisting it before attaching the other clamp, the chain running between them. Meg then took hold of the chain and pulled it sharply causing Mary to cry out as her nipples were stretched to their limit, Meg's tongue licked eagerly on Mary's tortured nipples and her body shook as sensations of pain and pleasure coursed through her body. I had seen nothing like it! At last it was my turn, Meg eventually stopped her licking, sucking and biting and took the crop from Mary's mouth. She then kissed her full on the lips and, to my great surprise, Mary made no attempt to pull away. I was seeing a completely new side of her that I never dreamed of and it was wonderful. Meg then came over to me, her eyes fixed on my hard cock, the purple head glistening with pre cum, a sign that I was struggling not to cum. She said something like, "now we know what gets you going but lets see if you can keep it up". I looked over at Mary, I was wondering how she was going to react if Meg started sucking me off. Her body was still shaking and her breasts were rising and falling as she tried to regain control of herself but she still managed to nod and give me a knowing smile. I still couldn't believe what was happening, it was surreal! Meg started by running her hands over my chest and it was my turn to have my nipples licked and sucked. One hand then moved down between my legs and I felt it grip my balls and gently squeeze them. She then ran one finger up the entire length of my shaft until she reached the head of my cock, her finger then circled the head a few times causing wonderful sensations to pass through me. Next she gripped my cock with her hand and worked it up and down, twisting her hand as she did so, squeezing and releasing the pressure. I glanced at Mary and she is watching the action, her mouth slightly open and she is licking her lips, the site of her strung up, her nipples clamped was a wonderfully erotic site and I just wanted to fuck her but I'm not going to get the chance for a while yet. Meg then brings her mouth into the action, her tongue flicks over the purple swollen head of my cock as her hand continues its work. Slowly she lowers her mouth over my cock and her lips clamp themselves around it, she sucks my cock hard taking as much of it into her mouth as possible before withdrawing it and then repeats the whole thing again and gain. By now I have lost it and am begging her to take it in her mouth, I just want to fill it with my cum. Instead of finishing me off she pulls her mouth and hand from my throbbing hot cock and walks away. I am going out of my mind when to my astonishment she walks over to Mary and removes her hands from the ceiling hook, she then takes hold of the chain attached to her neck and pulls her down over to a low a-frame device and orders her to spread her legs. She then ties an ankle to each corner of one side and her wrists to the opposite corners. Mary is completely helpless, almost bent double, her ass and cunt are fully exposed to whatever is going to be inflicted on her. Now I think that I am going to be released and told to fuck her but I couldn't be more wrong! Meg disappears for a few minutes before returning wearing a large black strap-on; it must be a good ten inches in length and its clear what her intentions are. Standing in front of Mary she grabs her by the hair and lifts her head so that her mouth is inches away from the hard rubber cock. She then forces Mary to take it in her mouth and proceeds to fuck her face for a few moments; Mary is almost gagging on this huge member as it fills her mouth. Withdrawing it she then steps behind her and without warning rams it hard into Mary's cunt making her yell with shock and surprise. She then goes on to give her an almost brutal fucking that has Mary screaming and crying in a mixture of pain and ecstasy until her body starts to convulse, she screams as another enormous orgasm rips through her body. Meg doesn't let up; Mary's cries only seem to spur her on as she continues to drive the strap-on hard into her dripping wet cunt. Not content with this Meg then starts to spank Mary's ass and her cheeks start to glow bright red under this new, vicious onslaught. All I can do is lay there and watch as my wife's gorgeous cunt is ravaged time and again wishing it was my cock that was fucking her and not that soulless piece of hard rubber. By now Mary is begging her to stop but Meg simply ignores her pleas and continues to fuck her mercilessly, the sweat glistening on both of their bodies and dripping off of both of them. The relentless thrusting brings Mary to yet another huge orgasm. I don't think Mary can take much more and I yell at Meg to stop. To my surprise she does just that, withdrawing the wet strap-on from Mary's soaking wet cunt. She moves around to Mary's face and orders her to lick it clean, and Mary obediently obeys, taking it into her mouth sucking it before running her tongue over the weapon that has just fucked her so hard. Now Meg turns her attention back to me, she strips off the strap-on, which comes as a great relief; the thought of her fucking me in the ass with it is the stuff of nightmares. Instead she goes down on my hard cock, sucking and licking it until I can hold back no longer, the scenes I had just witnessed meant I couldn't hold back a second longer and I shoot my hot load into her mouth. She doesn't stop, continuing to eat my cock and swallowing my hot load. I was screaming and yelling, struggling against the straps that bound me as waves of ecstasy engulfed my whole body which I no longer had any control over. Eventually Meg stood up, the remnants of my cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth, she then went over to Mary and kissed her and Mary eagerly licked the remnants of my cum from Meg's lips. Turning back to face me Meg pulled her breasts from the tight corset that restrained them, they looked magnificent! Smaller than Mary's but very firm and gorgeous, her nipples were already hard and she stood in front of me playing with herself, I could feel my cock getting hard again as I watched her hands working on her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples, she then moved a hand down to her panties, which were now wet from her own juices and she began playing with her pussy. I was straining to get myself free and I guess that all my efforts up to now must have caused the strap restraining my right hand to work loose and I was able to free my hand. Unable to believe my luck I quickly I released my other hand and finally my legs. To my surprise Meg made no attempt to stop me, it was now payback time! I grabbed hold of her and embraced her, kissing her full on the lips my hands were all over her ass and she was running her hands up and down my back pressing her pelvis into my groin, the feeling of her breasts pressed against me was wonderful. My eyes then fell onto Mary who was still tied helplessly to the a-frame and I put all thoughts of fucking Meg on hold, seeing Mary in that position was too much to resist. Gently I pushed Meg away saying that I would see to her later and moved in front of Mary, this time she would have the real thing to suck on, not a hard piece of rubber. Taking my cock in my hand I brushed it against her mouth, Mary's tongue was soon dancing over the head of my cock until eventually she parted her lips and I filled her mouth with my cock, reaching down I gently I stroked her nipples that were still clamped, she sighed with pleasure at my touch. Looking up I saw Meg move behind Mary and kneel down, her tongue started to lick between her cheeks of her ass and on down to her pussy. All I could see was her face buried in Mary's lovely ass and my cock being licked and sucked, what a wonderful site. I decided that it was time for a change and ordered Meg to stop and come to me. She did as she was told; I guess I was in charge now! I ordered her to take hold of my cock as I was thrusting it into Mary's mouth; the feeling of both women working on me was unbelievable. After a while I had to stop, I didn't want to cum yet, there was still a lot of fucking to be done before this night was over. I turned to Meg and taking hold of her panties I ripped them off of her revealing her beautiful shaven pussy. I then gently pushed her pussy into Mary's face and told Mary to eat it and to my surprise she didn't hesitate, her tongue seeking out every part of her pussy, it was obvious that she was enjoying every minute of it. It was now Meg's turn to groan and whimper with pleasure I moved behind Mary and gazed down at her beautiful asshole and cunt, still wet from Meg's earlier tonguing. I ran my fingers down the crack of her ass, paying attention to her asshole for a few minutes before penetrating her cunt with two fingers. Feeling that her gorgeous hole had received enough rough treatment for one night I very gently finger fucked her. The noises she was making told me that she was enjoying things. It wasn't long before I decided that my cock should get in on the action and I replaced my fingers with it, thrusting gently back and forward resisting the temptation to ram it in hard. Again I had yet another amazing view, my cock sliding in and out of Mary's dripping wet cunt, while my fingers gently penetrated her asshole whilst Meg was opposite me having her pussy eaten by my lovely wife, who, up until tonight, was always positively disgusted by the thought of licking another women's cunt but who was now going at it like a hardened bisexual. By now both women were crying and shouting with pleasure until the inevitable happened and they both had tremendous orgasms', their bodies convulsing and shaking with the intensity of them. I just about managed to hang onto my load and withdrew my wet cock from Mary's dripping cunt before I lost it completely. Now it was time that Mary was released from her bonds, I ordered Meg to release her hands while I knelt and released her ankles, giving her wet pussy one more licking as I did so. I helped her to her feet embracing her tenderly as I did so. Drawing back from her I looked at her tortured nipples standing hard and erect still held in those wicked looking clamps. I reached down and brushed my hands over her breasts, Mary moaned and begged me to release her nipples, taking her right breast in one hand I gently released the clamp from her nipple, as I did so I put it in my mouth and gently sucked on it making Mary scream with both pain and pleasure. I had read that at the moment of release the sensations are intense. I repeated the act on her left nipple with the same result. Giving her a hug I whispered how much I loved her in her ear, she replied that now it was our turn to have our way with Meg and she assured me that I could anything I wanted to her and she would be more than happy to help me but first all I had to do was watch! Mary then took hold of Meg and forced her down onto a padded area in one corner of the room. Mary sat astride her and I was shocked as she started to slap her hard across the breasts, Meg let out a yell but Mary wasn't holding back and continued to abuse those tasty looking breasts until deciding enough was enough she swapped her hand for her mouth, sucking and biting Meg's nipples until they became hard and swollen. By now she had enough of that and rolled of and onto her back, ordering Meg to get between her legs and eat her pussy, Mary then looked at me and nodded in the direction of Meg's raised ass. I didn't need to be told twice and kneeling between her legs I took my cock and slapped it against her cunt before sliding it into her wet hole fucking her hard while all the time she was eating Mary's cunt. Mary lay there moaning with pleasure, with one hand on the back of Meg's head forcing her face against her pussy, Meg was enjoying herself eating my wife's pussy while I was fucking her brains out, all in all it was turning into a pretty exceptional night and it wasn't over yet. Now it was time for a change, withdrawing my cock from Meg I pulled her off of Mary and told her to sit on Mary's face while I turned my attention to my wife's soaking wet cunt which was now due another visit from my cock. Meg positioned her pussy over Mary's eager mouth and her tongue immediately went to work licking her pussy and clit, I was happy to watch for a while my hand gently caressed Mary's pussy. Both ladies were now moaning with pleasure I positioned myself between Mary's legs which were spread wide inviting me to penetrate her. I entered her slowly, moving my cock gently inside of her as far as I could, I lingered there for a moment and I could feel the walls of her cunt tightening against my rock hard cock. I then slowly withdrew it to the entrance of her hole and, using my hand, rubbed it against her lips, the movement of her thighs increased as I teased her lips before plunging my cock hard into her, this drew a cry of pleasure from her and she stopped licking Meg's pussy. Meg moved off of her and started to kiss Mary passionately as I screwed her, at the same time she started caressing Mary's breasts drawing yet more cries of pleasure from her.