0 comments/ 39945 views/ 4 favorites The Journey Home By: sally69er I had been doing some overtime one Sunday morning, I had a lot of typing to get done for the big meeting the following week so it seemed a good time to get it done without all the interruptions I would get. I looked at my watch the time had shot round and so decided that I had done enough that day set off on my journey home. I sat on the train reading my book as I had an hour journey in front of me to get home, as I flicked over the page I could sense someone looking at me I lifted my head seeing the bloke opposite searing me. As the weather was so warm I had on my short white summer dress, he must have been able to see my small lacy panties that I wore under it. I looked round to see the carriage was empty apart from the two of us, suddenly the train screeched to a halt. We were stuck in a tunnel as the train driver announced that the power had failed and that someone would be along soon to free us all, the bloke opposite looked around as he said "god these trains are shit." I smiled replying "I know," then the lights on the train went out this scared me as I could know longer see a thing moments later I heard the bloke opposite move then felt him sitting next to me. We begun talking when I felt his hand take mine, he whispered "you are so beautiful." I didn't know what to do here I was sitting on a train stuck in a tunnel with no lights and a stranger sitting next to me holding my hand saying this to me. He started moving his hand which still held mine down until I felt the bulge in his trousers that was getting bigger as he run my hand over it. I felt his other hand on my knee slowly moving up my thigh, for some reason I parted my legs a little wider as I gently squeezed the hard bulge inside his trousers. The driver then announced that the train in front was stuck and we had two trains behind us so it could take a while for us to be rescued, the bloke whispered "thank god for that." He moved his hand higher as I slowly undid the fly to his trousers, he let out a sigh as I slipped my hand inside his boxers feeling his cock it was big and very hard as I slowly stroked it feeling it throb in my small hand. We started to kiss as I felt my small panties being eased to one side as his finger traced the lips of my pussy before finding my clit which begun to swell from the excitement. The guy stood as he did I heard him undoing his belt as I eased them down with his boxers, I reached for his cock stroking it as I moved forward a little feeling the tip touching my mouth as I opened it. He ran his hands over my head whispering "suck me." I didn't need asking twice slowly my mouth descended down the full length of his hard full erection, I gripped his ass pulling him forward taking his cock as deep as I could almost gagging as it brushed the back of my throat. He was so big and the girth was so thick but I still sucked him hard digging my nails into his ass pulling further forward wanting to take every inch of his cock into my mouth, he kept whispering "yes" every time his cock brushed the back of my throat. My mouth was really moving fast over his full length, he gripped my hair in passion pulling my head forward as he rocked his cock to and from my willing mouth. The driver continued to announce that he was sorry but the delay was taking long than the rail company thought it would. The guy pulled back his cock flipping free from my mouth as he whispered "I want to fuck that sweet pussy," I felt him drop to his knees moving between my parted legs his hands moving up my thighs feeling for my small panties. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second knowing at any moment I was to feel his hard thick cock inside my pussy, I held my breath as I felt him rip my panties free from me in his urgent passion to fuck me. I moved myself slightly forward onto the edge of the seat feeling the tip of his hard cock touching my pussy entrance I whispered "fuck me, fuck me hard." With a fast thrust forward his cock was buried deep in my waiting pussy "yes" I called out not caring who heard me now, he gripped my waist as I lifted my legs wrapping them around his waist giving his cock greater access to my pussy. I could hear our skin slapping hard together as his cock slammed hard into my pussy as it did I could feel my ass being pressed hard down onto my seat. I reached down running my finger over my very hard swollen clit feeling the lips of my pussy stretching to accommodate the thickness of his cock, every time his cock hit home into my pussy I called out "yes." He reached up with one hand gently squeezing one of my tits as a finger from his other hand stroked my clit, I moved my hips meeting his cock allowing it to really fill my pussy stretching it wider calling out "fuck me, fuck your baby up into me." He replied "I will baby, I'm going too." He leant down and we kissed with such passion still fucking each other with urgent passion knowing at any moment the train could move. He slipped his cock free from my wet love tunnel whispering "turn over, kneel on the seat I want to take you from behind." I did as he asked I knelt on the seat placing my hands in front of me as I felt my short dress being lifted over my ass, he moved his cock along the lips of my pussy rubbing my clit with the tip of his cock. I moved back trying to get that lovely thick hard cock back into my pussy. He eased his cock back a little his hands gripping my waist tight pulling me backwards until I felt his hard thick cock parting the lips of my wet pussy, every inch moving deeper filling my pussy once more. Biting my bottom lips I let out a long sigh of pleasure as he slowly built up speed each thrust getting a little faster until I could really feel him pumping his cock to and from my pussy. He reached round my waist his finger finding my clit his cock continued ramming into me as he rubbed my clit fast and it wasn't long before I let out a long sigh as I thundered to a climax I calling out "yes, fuck me fuck me knock me up." I could feel every inch of his cock as my pussy wrapped tightly round it, the hair covering the base of his cock tickled my ass as he thrust forward giving me all he had. Once more the driver announced "the Rail Company are still trying to release us, they say it won't be long now." With this we fucked with more urgency both wanting to fill him climax deep inside me, "come on fuck me hard, fill me with your baby making juice," "yes, yes" he called out "I'm coming, I'm going to fill that pussy full of cum" he continued. He gave one last very hard thrust and I felt him cum shooting long hot jets of his juices deep into me, I knelt there letting him empty the contents of his balls into me. I reached under gently squeezing his hanging balls as he shook, his climax running through his body his cock throbbing hard inside my pussy. He stood there holding my waist until I felt his cock going softer until it slipped from the grip of my pussy, he stepped back as I moved sitting back on the seat both of us breathing very heavy. As we sat there getting our breath back the lights suddenly flicked back on and within moments the train moved slowly forward, the driver then announced "the Rail Company are sorry for the delay, and hoped that we were all ok." We both laughed whispering "thank you Rail Company," we soon reached my stop but to my surprise the guy got off at the same one. Before the door open I spotted Paul my hubby on the platform, I quickly pulled my ripped panties off putting them into the guys pocket just as the doors opened. "Are you ok," Paul asked. "Yes" I replied "this kind gentleman looked after me in the darkness." Paul thanked him as we made our way from the station towards our car, all the way home I could fill the guys cum dribbling from my pussy that he had well and truly fucked. What a great journey home and pleased that I was protected from being made pregnant by him I thought. The Journey Home It's been one of those days. After being at work all morning, then driving a couple of hours to your appointment, you had originally planned on meeting with the client for only about an hour, but their constant indecisiveness and wanting to have things their way, and their way only, has turned your one hour meeting into an all afternoon event. Your high level of professionalism and business ethics prevents you from just wanting to say "fuck it" and walking away, especially since you drove over 2 hours to meet with them. You tolerate their indecisive behavior and pain in the ass nature as you know this business opportunity will open more doors in the community and allow for more business to come your way. After finally advising the client of your long commute home, and telling them to make a final decision and FAX it to your office, you eventually manage to get out on the road. Looking at your watch, you sigh loudly as you think about the long drive ahead of you. Since you have been up for almost 16 hours already, your first thought is of stopping for a cup of coffee for that familiar caffeine jolt, but think twice when you remember your last late night coffee experience...wide awake until almost 4 in the morning unable to sleep with several early morning appointments set for the next day. Nope, this time you will have to find other means of keeping yourself awake. With 30 minutes of your over 2 hours drive complete, you feel the onset of the sleepiness begin. Turning up the volume of your radio, you open the two front windows and feel the rush of cool evening air blowing inside your truck and hear the constant whirring loudness of your tires on the road surface. It only takes a few minutes before you opt to close the windows most of the way to tone down the tire noise but still leave the volume up for the audio stimulation. You eventually find yourself humming along with some of the tunes on the radio, the classic rock tunes of The Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, Journey, Boston...songs that actually mean something to you. The music only keeps your mind fully alert for another 10 minutes or so before you feel the effects of sleepiness creeping up on you again. Remembering there is a rest stop a short distance ahead, you decide to stop in and take a short nap, just enough to get you the small amount of sleep you need to make it the rest of the way home. Seeing the road sign for the rest stop 10 miles out, you let out a loud sigh of relief. This day has been very trying, to say the least. A couple of miles past the rest stop sign, you see some orange hazard signals flashing on the side of the road. Seeing how close together they are, you immediately recognize them as being on a motorcycle. Slowing down for safety reasons, you see the outline of a person leaning against the motorcycle, and to your surprise, the outline belongs to a tall and seemingly voluptuous woman. With darkness looming, you quickly decide to pull over and see if you can be of any assistance. Coming to a stop you have to slowly back up on the shoulder, the tires loudly vibrating the truck on the deep rumble strips. As you near the woman and motorcycle, you see her stand up and turn to face your direction. As she does so, you see her silhouette more clearly, her long flowing blonde hair, her obviously well developed chest and long legs. You grin to yourself as you admire her appearance for a couple of seconds before putting your truck into park and getting out. I take a moment to admire your shiny red Chevy Dually, and watch you carefully as you exit your truck. I smile to myself as I see you walking towards me, and as much as I appreciate you stopping to hopefully help me in my moment of need, I am still wary as I study you. As you get within a few feet, I am immediately attracted to your tall stature, your broad chest and strong arms, your short dirty blonde hair, moustache and beard, and your incredibly alluring blue eyes. I have always been very attracted to men taller than me, because I am so tall, and I am guestimating you to be at least 6', maybe 6'1". I can't help but think to myself how lucky I am to have such a handsome man stop instead of someone who would usually not even rate a second glance. You stop a few feet away from me, my Harley in between us, "Are you OK?" you ask with a friendly smile. "Well, I was," I reply. You immediately notice my English accent and a big smile creeps over your face. "I am not quite sure what happened. One minute she was running like a dream, the next minute she is coughing and sputtering. There's plenty of gas in her tank, so I don't know what she's thinking." Being a bit cautious and I step back a little, one hand casually moving behind me, ready to pull out my concealed weapon if need be. My eyes move up and down your body, admiring your tall and muscular physique, carefully scrutinizing you, and in particular looking for any other identifiable features. Call me paranoid, but I have always been a little overly cautious, especially when I am out riding my Harley by myself. "Maybe I can take a look," you answer as you give me the once over...again. I tilt my head and smile back at you, running my fingers through my hair. "Thanks...that'd be great." "Yeah, I know a thing or two about engines...hopefully it will be an easy fix and you can get back on and get to where you're going," you say as you bend down next to the bike, looking over your shoulder at me. As you turn your attention to the bike's motor, you move your hand near it with your fingers extended and slightly separated, checking to see how hot the engine block is. I can't help but notice that you have very large and strong hands, and with my attraction to you already, I have to make a conscious effort not to imagine them on me, moving all over my body. You take a few seconds gauging how hot the block is before you turn your head and look at me over your shoulder. "This thing is almost completely cold. Just how long have you been out stuck out here?" "Oh heck, I don't know...about 20 minutes or so? Could be more..." I reply shrugging my shoulders. "And no one bothered to stop to see if they could help?" you ask with a disbelieving tone. "Nope...no one stopped. Had plenty of vehicles drive by...even had a few semis honk their horns at me...but that's about it." "Damn...I find that hard to believe," you say as you shake your head in disbelief. "Do I detect an English accent?" "Yes...you do indeed," I reply. You take a few seconds to look at me, smiling and taking in as much of me as you can. I feel a wave of nervousness sweep over me as you study me...my almost 5'10" height, my near waist length hair, my black jeans and black leather jacket. You grin at me as your eyes land on my large breasts, somewhat concealed by my leather jacket before you turn your attention back to the bike and begin diagnosing what the problem may be. I stand back and watch as you move around the bike, taking your time carefully checking the wiring, trying a to restart it, doing your best to figure out what's wrong with only checking a few of the more simple and quick fix measures. After several minutes, you stand up and turn your attention to me. "I think I have an idea on what's wrong, but with it getting dark there's no way I can fix it out here without my tools." "Great...just what I need," I mumble sarcastically. I pull my cell phone out my pocket and check for a signal. "Damn it...no signal out here either." "No, not out here. But if you want, we can load it into the back of my truck and I can take you to the next town, of where ever it is you are going, if it's on my way. At least you won't be out here in the middle of nowhere in the dark...and you won't have to leave your bike out here either," you say with a kind smile. "Oh that's so good of you....I mean, if it's not too much trouble..." I reply moving closer to you and resting my hand on your arm, "I would really appreciate it." You look down at my hand on your arm, "It's no trouble at all. It would be my pleasure," you say as you look into my eyes. Both of us give each other a smile with a brief moment of shyness and mutual arousal. "I am sure we can get this thing loaded and then be on our way." I watch as you open the tailgate of your truck, and move a couple of things around making room for the bike. I position the bike behind your truck, and wait for you. "No offense, but this would be a lot easier if you were a guy," you say with a chuckle. I rest my hands on my hips, and tilt my head, "No kidding," I reply with a slightly sarcastic tone. Thinking about my comment and tone of voice, I realize how it just sounded. "I'm sorry...that was out of line. I am just frustrated at this damn thing..." "It's OK...no problem. I would be frustrated too," you respond reaching towards me and squeezing my hand. We position ourselves to grab ahold of the front end, and just as we do so, a semi truck slowly passes us and then pulls over. "Looks like we have some help," you say with a smile as you peer around your truck and see the driver exiting the cab and jogging back towards us. "Cool...I didn't feel like trying to lift this thing," I chuckle. "And you shouldn't have to," you answer as you wink at me. "Can I help you guys with this?" the truck driver asks as he rounds the end of your pickup. I quickly assess his physique, which is much like yours, and I immediately imagine the both of you lifting my Harley into your truck with relative ease. Mmmmm, broad shoulders, well defined arms and thick muscular chests. I am very quickly brought back to my senses when I hear you answer him. "Yeah, that'll be great. This young lady's bike quit on her, and we need to get it and her back to town," you say as you motion towards me. The truck driver looks me over with a huge grin on his face, "Yeah no kidding...definitely not a place for a lady out by herself...this road can be a bit dangerous sometimes." His words make me take a couple of steps away and again I position my hand behind me. He turns his attention back to you and my Harley, and grabs the handle bars, "OK, let's do this." "Hold on just a sec," I say as I move in front of you so I can climb into the bed of the truck to guide the bike in. As I lean forward and pull myself up and into the bed of your truck, you both watch me initially checking out my ass as I bend forward, but then you see my jacket slide upwards above my waist exposing the handle of my handgun to the both of you. As I turn to face you, I can tell you are both surprised at what you see. Without saying a word, you glance at each other and then lift the front end of the bike into the truck. I guide it in straight as you and the truck driver muscle the rear of the bike up into the bed. I know the bike is heavy, and this is one time that I am glad I only have the 883. Anything much larger would be a lot more difficult to load into the truck without a ramp. The truck driver steps back and rests his hands on his waist, "Are you guys good from here?" "Yeah, we got it," you answer. "I've got some tie downs to strap her in, and we will be on our way. Thanks for your help, man." You extend your arm and shake hands with the truck driver. He looks me over and then smiles at you. "Thanks so much," I say smiling at him, lean over and offering him a hand shake as well. As he takes my hand, I notice his eyes diverting downwards and admiring how my blouse falls open a little, offering him a quick peek at the roundness of my breasts. "No problem," he responds giving me a wink, as he turns and walks back to his semi. "OK...let's get her tied down, and we can be on our way," you say as you climb into the bed of your pickup. We don't say anything as you complete your task at hand, ensuring the Harley is secure, checking for the tautness of the straps. "Alright, we're good to go." "Great...I really appreciate this," I say quietly as I step by you and climb from the bed of your truck. As I turn around, I see your eyes staring at my lower back. "I know what you're looking at...I hope it doesn't make you nervous. I just take precautions...it's kind of a necessity, ya know?" "Oh no, you're fine...just a little surprised to see a girl packin'," you respond as you jump from the tailgate of your truck, then close it. "Ready?" "Absolutely...and thank you, again," I say tilting my head and smiling at you. I walk to the front of your truck and take off my leather jacket before opening the door and climbing into the cab, tossing my jacket into the back seat. You climb into the truck and look over at me, your eyes getting a better look at me now that I have taken off my jacket. I notice a sly grin on your face as you glimpse my large 38D breasts loosely covered by my button up blouse. I feel my cheeks flush as I buckle my seat belt and get comfy in your truck. "So, just how far are you headed?" you ask as you pull back onto the road, occasionally looking over at me. "I'm headed into Phoenix...I've been out on the road all day, since it was perfect riding weather, but I obviously didn't expect to have any problems. I just got the Harley back from having it serviced about a week ago. I should have known better than to take her out for such a long ride." "I noticed...it's a nice lookin' bike. I can't think of anything else more intriguing than a woman enjoying her ride on a Harley. That's a real pretty Sportster," you say grinning and looking over at me. "Forgive me for being so direct, but is it true what they say about Harleys and women?" I chuckle at your question, because I know exactly what you are referring to. I pause for a few seconds before answering, remembering on more than one occasion how my Harley has been my source of some very pleasurable moments. Rather than skirt the issue, I figure I may as well tell you about what my Harley does for me. "Well, I don't know about other women, but mine has certainly been awesome for me." You take your eyes off the road and look over at me, holding my stare for a few seconds. "You had better keep your eyes on the road," I say with a giggle. "Yes, I probably should, but with that comment, I am just imagining seeing you taking full advantage of that Harley. A beautiful woman experiencing the most incredible of sensations on her Harley." You smile and wink at me before taking a look at my chest again, then return your attention to the road ahead of you. "Damn! Where are my manners?" you blurt out. Extending your hand towards me, you finally introduce yourself, "I'm Dennis. And you are?" "Jane," I respond taking a hold of your hand, gripping and shaking it firmly. This time I am really conscious of how large your hands are, and it immediately gets me thinking again. "It's a pleasure to meet you." The pleasure's all mine, Dear. Ooooh, nice grip," you say holding my hand for a few seconds longer than a handshake usually lasts. "Guess it helps with what you've got tucked in your jeans." You finally release your hold on me and return your hand to the steering wheel. "Well, I guess that all depends on what you are referring to what I have tucked in my jeans," I reply playfully. "If you're referring to this," I say as I reach behind me and pull my ParaOrd P-14 out from my waist band, "then yeah, it helps to be able to hold onto it when the occasion arises." I handle my weapon with the skill an experienced gun owner possesses, and I see you glancing over at me as I eject the clip, clear it, then place it and the loaded clip on the floorboard just at the base of the seat. "Don't worry, I have the necessary permit for carrying a concealed weapon. Now, if you are referring to other things I have tucked in my jeans, then there are times when a more gentler touch is needed...that is unless, the occasion calls for something a bit more intense." "I bet," you reply with a chuckle. You don't say anything else for the moment, but I can tell from the grin on your face you obviously have some very intriguing thoughts going through your head. "Care to share?" I ask. "What?" "Penny for your thoughts....I have a few quarters with me so I've got you covered." You laugh at my statement, but just take another look over at me and smile then turn your attention back to the road ahead. I eye you up and down several times as you seem focused on your driving, and I notice the occasional smile creep over your lips. "No comment?" "Sweetheart, I don't know you well enough to say what's really on my mind," you say with a mischievous grin. "And I really don't think it would be appropriate at this time." "Try me," I quietly reply as I shift in my seat turning my body more towards you. You look at me, your eyes slowly moving over me, stopping and staring at my large breasts once again. You open your mouth to speak, but wait for a few seconds before you do. "I was just thinking about what a tall sexy girl like yourself was doing out here, all by yourself, no riding buddies with you, stuck on the side of the road, her Harley broken down..." You pause briefly, then continue on, "...and how fortunate I am for being the guy to stop and render assistance." "Ohhh, nice save," I say sarcastically. "Now instead of giving me that polite gentlemanly bull shit, why don't you tell me what's really going on in that head of yours?" My outspoken and direct manner causes you to look at me again, but this time not with the same polite and friendly smile, but instead with somewhat of a desirous leer. "Is it true what they say about English girls?" you ask with a grin. "And just what would that be?" You aren't quite sure if you should actually tell me what is really going through your mind or not. As you turn your attention back to the road, you see out of the corner of your eye my hand move from resting on my thigh to between my legs. As I bring it closer to my body, I open my legs wider and scoot my ass across the seat just a couple of inches so I can more easily rub my hand up and down over my crotch. I have always been told I have a very sexy voice, so I decide to see how you will react to me and my teasing. "I don't know what they say about English girls, but since you asked about what my Harley does for me...Well, I won't lie to you. It arouses me, it stimulates me...that rock hard all-American Muscle that I love to climb on top of...it always, and I do mean always, makes me very, very wet...and in particular when I am not wearing anything under my jeans..." You look over at me, and your eyes immediately divert downwards to my crotch, watching as I continue to very slowly rub my hand up and down over it. I let out a very quiet moan as your eyes slowly move upwards, and when they meet mine, I bite my lower lip. "I can tell you that I was more than disappointed to have my ride interrupted when she decided to break down...I was well on my way to becoming so..." My words trail off as I notice you are watching me intently, "You know, you really should keep your eyes on the road." You smile at me, then turn to look ahead, "Do you actually think I can keep my focus on the road when you're sitting just a few feet away from me, rubbing yourself, alluding to how your Harley arouses you?" "I think you should...but we can still see just how much teasing you can take," I giggle as I slowly move my hand upward and let my fingers graze over the front of my breasts. You can see me out of the corner of your eye, my fingers moving in small circles, and know from experience how a gentle touch can stimulate nipples to an incredible hardness. You look over at me again and can easily make out my hard nipples pressing against the confines of my bra and against the thin fabric of my blouse. Your first thought is if they are that hard and can stretch the fabric of my bra as tight as it is, you can just imagine how hard they actually are when not concealed by a couple of layers of clothing. I see your eyes transfixed on my nipples, your hands gripping the steering while a little tighter. "The road...watch the road, Baby," I whisper as I reach for the buttons on my blouse. Turning your attention back to your driving, you now make a point of looking over at me every few seconds. Unbuttoning my blouse, I look at you, knowing that you want to watch as I slowly reveal the delicate and pretty purple lace floral print bra that I am wearing. I unlatch my seatbelt and lean towards you, my blouse opening more as I do. I rest my hand on your shoulder for a second before running my fingertips through your hair, "I hope you like what you see." The Journey Home "Oh, I will," you reply with a wink. "I already do." "Mmmmmm, good," I murmur right before I lean closer and nuzzle against your neck for a couple of seconds, and I immediately feel you respond by pushing your arm against my breasts. I make a point of sitting close to you as I pull my blouse out of my jeans and finish unbuttoning it. I open it up for you, and lean back slightly, arching my back and making my breasts push towards you. With my blouse fully open, I glide my hands from my waist upwards, slowly moving them over my purple lace bra. As I sit close to you, I reach for your hand, taking it off the steering wheel and placing it on my breast. With my fingers resting atop yours, I manipulate them, making them squeeze the roundness of my breast. I push into your hand and remove mine, letting you feel and squeeze my breast however you would like. I close my eyes and moan quietly as I feel your index finger and thumb closing around my nipple as it strains against the lace fabric. You move your hand to my other breast, squeezing it and gently pinching on the nipple in the same manner. I can feel my arousal level rapidly increasing, moaning while you play with my nipples thru my bra. "You have beautiful breasts," you say to me as you watch your finger and thumb twisting my nipple. "Mmmmmm, thank you," I whisper as I lean forward and kiss your neck. I scoot back from you and sit sideways in the seat. Reaching to the middle of my bra, I unhook it, letting the weight of my breasts pull it open, but not exposing them all the way to you. You continue looking over at me, then back at the road. I slide my hands down my torso, then unbutton and unzip my jeans. With them open, I can easily slide my hand inside. Your eyes divert downwards and you are able to see that I am wearing either something very tiny which barely covers me, or nothing underneath my jeans. You remember what I said about enjoying my Harley with nothing on under my jeans and your mind starts racing. I take a long slow deep breath as I push my hand further inside my jeans, my fingers slipping between my smooth wet folds. I giggle as I feel how incredibly wet I am, and am so excited at the prospect of you finding out just for yourself how wet I am, how smooth my skin is, and how I taste. I lift my ass up from the seat and I slide my middle finger deep inside me, closing my eyes as I feel the incredible warmth and wetness. I wiggle it back and forth a couple of times before slowing withdrawing my hand from my jeans. You look over at me as you see my hand emerging. Usually I would immediately suck my fingers into my mouth to taste my juices, but as you have been so kind as to render assistance to me in my moment of need, and we are both experiencing this incredible sexual tension I lean towards you and run my fingertip over your lips before slipping it into your mouth for you to savor. As I feel you gently sucking on my finger, I glance down at your lap and see your rock hard cock outlined in your jeans. By the way is it protruding along your thigh, I can only guess that you are not wearing any underwear. I hear you moan at my taste, and I can imagine how much louder you would be moaning if you were to be tasting my pussy at your own leisure. You look over at me as I slide my finger out of your mouth and return my hand to inside my jeans. I slowly begin to finger my pussy, working it in and out, my deep breathing making my chest heave up and down. With my free hand I push my bra just enough for it to slide the rest of the way off my breasts. You can see that my nipples and areola are a very pale pink, a perfect complement to my fair skin. You notice my nipples are semi-hard and lick your lips as you imagine feeling them harden in your mouth. I moan as I take my middle finger and push my nipple around in a circular motion, making it harden completely, then doing the same to the other nipple. I do love my nipples played with and any attention they get just makes my pussy get wetter and wetter. With my finger still deep in my pussy, I pull it out and lift it my mouth. Slipping it between my lips I suck it into my mouth, making to get every droplet of my juices. "MMmmmm, I taste good," I say with a seductive smile. "You do indeed," you reply with a huge grin. "I've been eating a lot of fruit lately," I giggle. "I like to taste sweet." "You do taste very sweet." "Glad you like it. If you're lucky, I might just let you taste some more," I say teasingly. "I sure hope so," you respond winking at me again. Letting go of playing with my nipple, I take both hands and push my jeans downwards. Lifting my ass up off the seat, I slide them down, past my thighs and knees, and down to my ankles. Kicking my boot off, I pull my jeans down, sliding my foot out of them. With my foot free, I turn and rest my back against the door, then lift my foot up, resting it on the seat by your thigh. You now have an perfect view of my silky smooth and very wet pussy, and you find yourself staring at it, at the rest of me for a few seconds at a time, then only one or two seconds back at the road again. I reach down with both hands, my upper arms squeezing my large breasts together as I do, and with my left hand I separate my folds in a way peeling back the petals of a delicate flower, and with my right I use my middle finger to gently massage my tender little bud. The arousal from riding my Harley earlier and now the incredible excitement of playing with myself in front of you, is taking my arousal to heightened levels I have never experienced before. I alternate between slipping my middle finger inside my pussy and gently massaging my clit with it. It all feels so good, and I have a hard time keeping my eyes open. The more turned on I get, the louder my moans become. I hear you shifting in the seat and I open my eyes, looking at you watching me. "Would you like to feel just how incredibly wet I am for you?" I ask as I slip my wet finger into my mouth. "Hell yes!...I mean, if you will allow me the pleasure of...oh hell yeah." "Just the outside...run those big fingers up and down...feel how smooth..." Even before I have finished my sentence, you rest your hand on my mound, your thumb moving up and down over my smooth but wet folds. I close my eyes and enjoy your gentle but firm touch, then much to my surprise you press your thumb against my hardening bud, massaging it side to side, and up and down. My hips jerk upwards and my eyes open. You look at me, and before I have a chance to say anything, you say, "Technically, that's on the outside." "Mmmmm, I'll let you have that one," I reply with a smile. Just having you touch me has excited me so much more, and I grasp your wrist squeezing it tightly. You increase the pressure of your thumb on my clit and I lift my hips upwards to you, feeling the urge to cum rapidly building inside me. I close my eyes and hold my breath as my legs begin to tremble. I release my hold on your wrist and you watch me intently as my back arches, my body tensing up. "Ohhhhh.....aaaaahhhhhhh!" I moan loudly. My pussy spasms uncontrollably as you continue to massage my clit. As my orgasm gradually subsides, I slowly open my eyes to see you with a big smile on your face. Catching my breath, I whisper, "Slip your thumb into me...I want you to taste me..." You wait for a couple of seconds before very slowly sliding your thumb downwards. To my surprise you move it up and down between my wet pussy lips a few times, feeling the smoothness of them before you slip it inside me. You hold just the tip of your thumb inside me for a second before pushing it in the rest of the way and pressing the palm of your hand against my tender folds. I hear you moan as your thumb is literally sucked into my pussy, my incredible warmth and wetness surrounding it. You hold it still for a second then curl your thumb upwards and massage my gspot, making me gasp. You do indeed have large hands and big fingers. Suddenly we hear and feel the rumble strips on the side of the road from your rear tires running over them. You immediately turn your attention back to driving for a few seconds before glancing back at me again. Sliding your thumb from me, you lift your hand up to your face, sucking on your thumb and tasting more of my juices than you expected. I watch as you suck on your thumb as you get every last droplet off it. I wait a few seconds then quietly say, "Maybe we should find ourselves a rest stop." "Ha! We passed one several miles back." "Yeah, I know..." "I think there's another one before we hit Phoenix..." "Mmmmm, that just gives me more time to sit over here and play with myself...and for you to you watch me...and listen to me...and if you're a very good boy, I might just let you touch and taste me before then..." "Damn, Babe...you're bad...you're good, but you're very bad," you say with a chuckle. Biting my lower lip as I hear you compliment me, I can't help but giggle a little, "Yeah, I am a bad girl...but I think you're beginning to like it." As I finish my statement, I rest one hand between my legs, covering my swollen and wet pussy lips and rub it up and down over them. You take your hand and adjust yourself again. "Gettin' a little uncomfortable over there?" "Yeah, the jeans are snug." "MMmmmm, good..." I continue to rub my hand up and down over my pussy, occasionally slipping my middle finger inside me. You are torn between watching my finger disappear and reappear, and concentrating on your driving. I bury two fingers knuckles deep inside me and curl them upwards massaging my gspot. I moan as I squirm in the seat, then slide my fingers from my pussy. I raise my hand upwards and open my mouth, getting ready to suck my juices from them, but instead rub them over my nipple, coating it completely, making it reharden. I move my hand and swirl my fingers over my other nipple, making it hard again too. Taking my finger away, I take a deep breath and gently blow on my nipples. The wetness of my juices and cool air make the skin tighten on my nipples even more, and I shiver as I blow on them again. "God, I'd love to lick your juices off those beautiful hard nipples," you say looking over at me. "They are so inviting...and so wet." "Mmmmm, I'd love that...I do love my nipples played with...and they are sooo very sensitive," I reply with a mischievous grin. I lick my fingertips on each hand then grab a hold of each nipple, wetting them again, rubbing them, rolling each of them in a circular motion, pinching them with my index fingers and thumbs. "Oooohhhh, it's really too bad you have to keep your attention on the road," I say teasingly. "These nipples would feel sooo good between your fingers...and between your lips...against your tongue...being nibbled on." "Oh, Babe...I know they would...and I know you'd love what I could do to those nipples," you reply as you rub your cock through your jeans. Hearing your words, I sit up in the seat and move closer to you. "You sound rather sure of yourself," I say as I rest my hand on your shoulder, slowly moving my hand up your neck, my fingers entwining in your hair. I make a point of moving very slightly from side to side rubbing my breasts against your arm. You respond by pressing your arm against me, "I am." You turn to look at me, and I get a shiver all the way down my spine from the look you are giving me, your gorgeous blue eyes giving me chills. "I am very sure of myself." I hold your stare until you turn your attention back to your driving again, then nuzzle your neck. "Maybe we should pull over at the next rest stop," I whisper. You chuckle at my comment then respond in a way I was not at all expecting, "As much as I want to stop, I think we should just keep going...get to Phoenix, and then see what happens from there." Surprised by your comment I sit back with a very puzzled look on my face. You glance over at me and laugh, "Oh no Babe, I think you took that wrong." I don't say anything, and just wait for you to continue. "What I meant was, we should keep going, get to Phoenix, and then take things from there. This kind of thing doesn't happen to me...I don't always stop for someone stranded on the side of the road, but with everything I have seen, heard, and tasted from you, I'd be out of my mind to pull over into a rest stop for a quick romp in the truck when I can take you home and enjoy everything about you all night long." You look over at me as I respond to your statement. "This isn't like me either...I don't make a habit of accepting rides from strangers, let alone getting practically naked and masturbating in front of them in the front seat of their truck. I have never done anything like this before...there's just something about you...your kindness, your demeanor, something I find so incredibly alluring...arousing...intriguing..." My words trail off as I find myself lost in your eyes. You redirect your attention to the road again. "I figure we've got about another half hour or so before we get to the city. Are you planning on teasing me the rest of the way?" you ask with a smile. "And you say, I'm bad!" "No Babe, I said you're good, but you're also very bad." Giggling at your comment, I lean over the seat for my jacket. I reach into one of the zippered pockets and take out a little gadget I pack with me when I go for rides on my Harley. You glance over at me as you see something shiny in my hand. "Whatcha got there?" "This?" I ask holding up a slim cylindrical object. "This is my bullet," I say holding it up by one end. "Here, take a look." I hand it to you and you carefully look it over as you try to keep one eye on the road. Being as slim as it is and 5" long, it virtually disappears in your large hand. You move it around, feeling it's sleek smooth surface, admiring it's shiny purple color, your index finger eventually finding the button on the end. Smiling as you look over at me briefly, you press the button once. You chuckle as you feel the bullet vibe come to life in your hand, and you curl your fingers completely around it. I don't say anything as you continue to hold the bullet, then watch as you press the button on the end again, making its vibration more intense. "Wow, this is powerful!" "Press the button again," I say with a giggle. "Damn!" you exclaim. "This thing is intense!" Pressing the button again, you turn it off then look at me. "You use this while you're riding?" "Oh God no! I save that for when I am on the verge of an orgasm...I find myself a little spot, pull over...sometimes get off the bike, but just put it down there and have at it." "Fuck!" you reply. Wanting to make use of my bullet, I extend my hand to take it from you, but instead of handing it to me, you press the button once and lower your hand towards my pussy. I grin as I part my wet pussy lips, exposing my clit to you. You very gently touch the tip of it to my clit, making me jump. "Wow...nice," you say as you watch my reaction. You slowly move it up and down over my clit, varying the pressure you are applying. Not knowing what to expect from you, I fight to keep my eyes open as you tease me with my bullet. I grip the back and edge of the seat tightly as you roll the bullet up and down, starting from close to my wet slit to the tip of my clit. Holding it against me, you press the button on the end making it buzz on the medium setting. "Ohhhhh, that feels...feels sooo good," I mumble. You watch my response as you apply it harder against my clit, seeing my body shuddering at your touch. I push against your hand when you ease the pressure of the bullet just slightly, and feel you slowly move it downwards to my wet opening. Holding it by the tip you take a quick glance at the road before easing it into me. I moan even louder as the powerful vibing moves deeper inside me. You hold it there for a couple of seconds before pressing the button on the end again. "Ohh God! Ahhhh fuck!" The highest speed is very powerful and you immediately slide it out of my pussy and between my pussy lips, lightly touching it to my clit. The intensity of the vibration is almost too much and my first response is to pull away from you, but I fight the urge to do so and keep myself still for as long as I can, subjecting myself to the incredible sensations you are giving me. "Open your eyes," you say authoritatively. Doing as you tell me, I slowly open them. You smile as you immediately see the look of desire, lust, and immense pleasure in them. My mind is in a daze as you press the bullet more firmly against my clit. This only makes my eyelids close again, my eyes rolling back. I love to use my bullet on the highest setting on my clit, but having you do it to me is so much more pleasurable. "Open your eyes," you say again. "Look at me." I open them again, trying my best to keep them open. If only you knew how incredibly difficult it is when I am experiencing so much pleasure from you. "Take this," you say as you motion downwards with a slight nod. "Keep it there." As I take the bullet from your hand, you feel how I am shaking a little. No sooner than I have a hold of the bullet, you slide your middle finger downwards, parting my swollen pussy lips, feeling how soft and wet they are, then slip your finger inside my soaking wet pussy. Curling your finger upwards you start to massage my gspot, almost immediately sending my pussy into intense convulsions. My entire body shudders and you feel the pressure of my pussy tightening around your finger. "Ohhh my God! Ohhh fuck!" You watch as my eyes begin to roll back, my mouth opening and closing as I feel wave after wave of my orgasm sweeping over me. My gasps for air soon become one long moan as I experience my intense orgasm. You hold your finger deep inside me while my pussy contracts all around it, my whole body contorting because of you, and it takes several seconds before I can even begin to come down from my euphoric state. "Damn Babe! That's so hot! You came hard...and fast!" "Mmmmm, yeah," I mutter. My body occasionally shudders as you slowly withdraw your finger from my pussy. You waste no time in rubbing the tip of it over my lips, making sure I have some of my sweet nectar to savor. With your finger now gone from my lips, you watch me as I lick them, tasting myself on them. As I do, you slide your finger into your own mouth, sucking it all the way in and tasting an incredible abundance of my juices all over it. I hear you moaning as you devour every last drop, and I slowly open my eyes to see you looking over at me, a huge smile on your face. "There's nothing better than seeing a woman feeling such incredible pleasure and knowing I had something to do with it," you say quietly. Almost immediately, I feel my face flush. I am glad it's almost dark as I don't want you to see me blush at your words. "Maybe perhaps sharing that incredible pleasure together," I add as I look up at you. "Babe, that was together..." I smile at your comment, and turn off the bullet. Raising it to my mouth, I suck the tip, making sure to clean it of any of my juices that are on it, and at the same time I rub my free hand over my pussy, marveling at the immense wetness and just how swollen my lips are. I have always enjoyed how I taste and I slide two fingers inside me, coating them completely with my juices. I quickly put them into my mouth, sucking them clean then do it a couple of times until I am satisfied with how much I have licked and sucked off them. You glance over at me as you see my hand moving up and down from my pussy to my mouth, still keeping an eye on the road. I have no idea how you managed to keep your truck on the road, and not swerving from lane to lane as you watched me, fingered me, played with me. Not saying anything, I move around in the seat, sliding my jeans back up and rehooking my bra. I only do up a couple of buttons on my blouse and leave it open enough for you to see my large breasts pushed together again with my bra. I slide to the center of the seat and lean up against you, my hand resting on your thigh. I deliberately place it oh so very close to your cock, and occasionally move it up and down, careful not to touch you, but still close enough to make your cock twitch. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you helping me out with my bike," I say quietly. "I don't know what I would have done, or what could have happened if you hadn't stopped. I really want to show you how much I appreciate it." The Journey Home You turn to look at me with a smile, "Babe, you just did..." I giggle at your comment, "Maybe...but I think I may have got more from it than you did." You lift your arm and rest it on the back of the seat behind me, your fingertips stroking my hair. "Believe me, I got plenty out of it..." I turn a little sideways in the seat, and move my hand resting it on your bulging cock. "This is true, but I want you to feel just as good as I did...as I do." I give your cock a firm squeeze and lean closer to you, kissing you on the cheek, then gently nibble on your earlobe. You don't say anything and turn your attention back to driving again. Resting my head on your shoulder, I continue to stroke your cock, hearing your breathing deepen, feeling how insanely hard you are, my thoughts racing as to what incredible pleasures I can share with you, and give to you. You continue driving, entwining your fingers in my hair as I rub and stroke your cock through your jeans. "Your cock is so hard," I say quietly. "If I didn't think you'd run off the road, I'd pull it out and suck and savor every inch of you right now..." As my words trail off, I reach for your belt buckle, pulling at it, unbuttoning and lowering the zipper on your jeans. You accommodate my yearning to get my hands on your cock and lift yourself up off the seat just enough for me to reach into your jeans. Much to my delight, I find that you are not wearing any underwear and I moan approvingly as I pull your cock up and out. You are so hard, your skin so hot. Lightly stroking you, I kiss your neck and nibble your earlobe again. Hearing you groaning at my hand caressing you, I feel your cock twitch. The softness of the skin in the palm of my hand is incredible, and I can just imagine how it will feel moving between my lips and over my tongue, and eventually inside my soaking wet pussy. Unable to hold back, I scoot myself back across the seat and lower my head. With my index finger and thumb holding you at the base, I touch the tip of my tongue to the end of your cock. Mmmmm, I can already taste your precum and I slowly swirl my tongue around the tip. The heat emanating from you is incredible, and opening my mouth slightly, I suck just the end of your cock. I feel your fingers in my hair and hear you moan even louder from the warmth and wetness of my mouth on just the head. Your response only spurs me on, making me want to feel more of your gorgeous hard cock in my mouth. Lowering myself further, my lips pass over the ridge and barely onto your shaft when I feel your fingers curl, my hair being very gently pulled. I move up and down just enough to suck only the head in and out of my mouth, quiet but wet slurping noises coming from me as I resist every urge I have to sink you completely into my mouth. As I increase the pressure on your cock, I feel you cock twitching even more, "Fuck, you gotta stop Babe...you feel incredible but I can't even think straight, let alone try to drive straight." "Uh uh..." all I can think about is sucking you, stroking you, tasting you and I ignore you, continuing my teasing oral assault of your rock hard cock. "Yeah, you gotta stop. It's been a while...especially while driving...and it feels too incredible for you to continue and me still be able to drive." I pull your cock from my mouth for only a second, "So pull over," I murmur as I continue sucking you with even more enthusiasm. I am hoping you will because I am so into sucking you now that I don't want to stop. "Fuck, it feels soo good Babe," you say as you contemplate pulling over or having me stop so you can fully enjoy it later. "We're only about 15 minutes from town..." You tilt your head back for a second and close your eyes as I suck nearly all of your cock into my mouth. All I can think about is giving you the same incredible pleasures you gave me, and with your cock in my mouth and hearing you moaning and groaning, I fuck you a little harder and faster with my mouth. As I go down on you again, I feel your hips move upwards towards me. Mmmmmm, now that's the physical response I wanted. I hold my head down on you, my hand playing with your tight heavy balls, and squeeze my mouth and throat onto you. "God damn, girl! Holy fuck! I'm gonna cum!" No sooner than you have finished moaning, I feel your cock swell between my lips, and very quickly taste your cum spewing into my mouth. Wads of your cum shoot straight down my throat as I swallow over and over again. There's so much coming from you that what I am not able to immediately swallow, I feel coating the surface of my tongue. Mmmmm, you taste sooo damned good too! Squeezing your balls, and sliding my mouth up and down on you, I suck every drop of your cum from you that I can. I moan loudly as I feel your cock still throbbing making sure I get every drop. "Holy shit Babe! That was awesome." "Mmmmm," is all I can manage as my mouth is still full of your cock. Finally when I am sure there isn't another drop left in you, I allow your spent cock to slip from my lips, but continue stroking it gently. You look at me as I sit up, licking my lips, grinning from ear to ear. "So much for stopping," I say teasingly. "No shit." You beam a smile at me as I let go of your cock and sit back against the seat. "That felt incredible. Apparently it is true what they say..." "You did feel incredible, and tasted so very good too...and there's much more where that came from," I reply biting my lower lip shyly. "Sooooo, now what?" "Now what...hmmm, well we have a couple of options. We can take you to your destination and drop off the bike or we can go straight to my place and I can work on it. I have plenty of room in my garage and all the tools I need." Hearing my choices, I snuggle up next to you, my hand resting on your thigh again, "I vote for your place...I still have to thank you properly." "You just did," you say with a chuckle. Looking into your eyes, I kiss you very gently on the lips, "No, I didn't. That was just a small thank you for what you just did for me. I still owe you a big thank you for helping me in my hour of need...getting me and my bike off the side of the highway. No Baby, that wasn't even close to the thank you you deserve." I snuggle up to you, resting my head on your shoulder as you drive the rest of the way into Phoenix, through the side streets and to your house. To be continued... The Journey Home Tom sat on the train, thinking it had all gone wrong. Not only had it all gone wrong, but it had just got worse. Instead of being at the hotel with Kelly, he was on the train on his own. There had been no point going to the hotel after the concert, and what happened there. Instead he decided to take the train home, back to the north, to Leeds, to arrive in his home city for maybe two or three in the morning, at least saving the money for the hotel room. He had been sat on the train thinking he would get a bit of sleep, but then about 10 of them -- drunken middle-aged women - had all sat in the seats around him -- a hen party on its way home after visiting the capital for a good night out. It was obvious the good night out had included a lot of alcohol. Four had sat around the table opposite; two had sat on the same table as he was on. Why they couldn't sit somewhere else, away from him, he didn't know. Probably wanted to talk to their friends, or more likely shriek with laughter for the next three hours northwards. There was another two or three sat around the next table as well. No sleep, that was for sure. The weekend had all started so well, with such high hopes. He had been dating Kelly for a couple of months. She was bubbly, blonde, slim and only an inch shorter than him. She was hot. But she took her time. They were getting on great, and had decided to travel to the concert, then spend the night at an hotel before travelling home the next morning. But it was more than that. It was the first time she had agreed to share a bed with him. It was the first time she was going to let him INSIDE her panties. She had told him on the train down she was on the pill. The hotel was going to be the first time they were going to have sex. She had given him a hand job, once. He had been allowed to put his hands on her panties, once. But this was going to be the first time they were going to go all the way. Until the concert. The concert had been his birthday present to her. He was working so could afford the trip, while she was still a student at 19. He had been working for 18 months, at the grand age of 21, even living in his own small flat for independence. He had won multitudinous brownie points for booking the concert -- Kelly's favourite boy band. He reckoned at times she loved the boy band more than she would ever love anyone else! They were a bit better than the soppy cutesy sort that 13 year olds love, and he could put up with an evening of listening to them, especially if he was going to get his reward later... It had all gone wrong. The band was good, and the evening was good. Until the encore. 4 guys singing and dancing, and getting a group of girls up on stage to dance with them through the final number. So the final number began, and they pointed at a group of three girls in the front row of the theatre. Security guards went into the audience to collect them. Then the disaster. The lead singer pointed at Kelly. She was ecstatic. Tom just remembered the rumours, of what happened to the girls who danced with them. Two security guards came to collect her. To be fair, they asked if she wanted to dance with the band, and she wanted it more than anything. Kelly and Tom had joked about the reputation the band had on the way down in the train. Tom said "Stop, please..." but the bigger of the two security guards -- much bigger than Tom - had told him they were always sent home in a taxi in the morning. Wherever they were from. And that was it. He had his dreams, and he had paid for the trip. And his girlfriend was going to be groupie for the night, gangbanged by the band and probably a few roadies as well. And he was getting nothing. It hadn't been worth going to the hotel: he caught the last train home, north. Non-stop for three hours, then back to his flat. And now to make things worse stuck with a whole bunch of drunken women. Tom looked at the women, and thought if they were a bit more sensible and sober some of them would be attractive. Most were in their thirties or forties, one on the other table perhaps late fifties, one on the third table perhaps early twenties. It looked like an office girls day out, which seemed to include a lot of drinking, the Lion King Show, a lot more drinking, and then bags of alcohol carried onto the train. Within ten minutes of being on the train, just as they were leaving Kings Cross Station his head was ringing. He noticed that he and this group of women were the only people in the carriage. It was going to be a long journey! After a few minutes, Tom had another problem. His trousers were uncomfortable. The women were loud, they were drunk, they were drinking and they were also crude and ribald. "You should have paid the taxidriver with a blow job," shrieked one to the lady sat next to Tom. Everyone laughed. Her ripost was quick. "Didn't look like he would make it - reckon he would have had a heart attack when I finished with him!" More laughter. "Anyway I wanna see his cock before I decide whether I'm going to suck it!" Another lady shouted out. "Why, you only suck big ones?" Tom sneaked a look at the lady sat next to him. She was perhaps forty, outgoing, filling out a bit, but with short black hair. Dressed in a pair of black trousers and white blouse -- she had thrown her coat onto an empty seat. The banter between the ladies continued for a bit, fuelled by the alcohol. They laughed about what size cocks they liked. They joked about men who had made them scream, and those who had been weak. For Tom it was difficult -- all these women talking so openly and brazenly about sex was having an effect on him. He had heard about hen parties, and seen women a bit like this on a documentary about late night drinking, but wondered whether it had all been exaggerated. It clearly hadn't. The banter continued. The lady next to him shouted at one of the girls: "Hey Tracy, you prefer women any way, don't you? Which of us would you want to take to bed? What you want to do? Sit on their face, lick their pussy?" There was a moment's quiet. One of the ladies on the table opposite, presumably Tracy, spoke. "Take on anyone of you if you want. If anyone's up for it!" She had clearly decided to brazen it out. The woman next to Tom replied. "No-one's UP for it when it's two women. Unless you got a strap-on, I suppose!" Another of the women on the opposite table, over the laughter, spoke. "I'd love to use a huge strap-on on our boss, the swine. Then take it home and use it on the old man..." Tom kept his eyes down, his voice silent. But then there was a silent moment. And Tom shocked by the next thing he heard. Up to this moment it had been bad not screwing his girlfriend for the first time. Then being stuck on a train with a bunch of drunken women. The words he heard next made it a hundred times worse. It was from a lady on the table opposite. To the woman sat next to him. "Hey Nancy, there's a cute boy sat next to you. Wonder what sort of equipment he's got?" Tom's first thought was that he knew the name of the woman sat next to him -- Nancy! But suddenly he was aware of what had followed... And it got worse. Nancy turned to him. Spoke to him. "Hey, boy, how big is your cock when it's stiff?" Tom mumbled. It was so difficult. So embarrassing. Part of Tom was okay with this. He knew he had seven inches, and thick as well. And women he'd been with in the past had admired it. It was the brazenness of it all, the embarrassment of it all... Nancy wasn't to be stopped. "You want to show it to us? Let us have a good see. Course, Tracy might not be interested, but the rest of us..." Tom whispered. "Please, no..." Nancy wasn't finished. "Tell you what girls, let's have a look and have some fun with the kid." Tom was stunned, but before he could speak, Nancy continued. "Get him on the table. On his back. We'll see what he's got." Before he could move Tom felt Nancy and the other woman on his table grab his arms, and pull him to his feet. He tried to struggle but the cramped space and his unwillingness to strike out hard at women stopped him getting away. A couple of the other women reached over and helped, and Tom found himself pulled onto the table, then manoeuvred so his head was against the window, his legs in the aisle of the train. The swaying of the train made him feel less secure. Tom felt his arms and legs held firm, and despite his squirming and struggling was manoeuvred onto his back, unable to escape. "Please, stop, please it is uncomfortable, it hurts..." Tom's back hurt as his legs dropped to the floor, the edge of the table sticking into back. As he squirmed on the table he felt hands struggling with his trousers, undoing his belt, undoing his flies, pulling his trousers to his feet, off his feet, removing his shoes and socks at the same time. His boxers quickly followed, as did his t-shirt. At last he was held, naked on the table, his arms pulled down over the edge, his feet touching the floor. "Please," he said, "It hurts. My back..." Nancy now seemed to be in charge. "Well, pull your legs up to your chest, and stop struggling. Tracy, Lorna -- hold his ankles and pull them up so his back is okay." In his desire not to be hurt, Tom forgot to kick out, but let them raise his feet above his waist, towards his head. There are a moment of quiet as Tom realised there was no help, no escape, as the women just held him on the table. "Wow, look at that gorgeous cock." He didn't know who said it, but the raucous agreement touched him, and for a moment he felt proud, but just for a moment. "Look at his little boyhole. Where's that strap-on when we need it..." said another voice, to all round laughter. "Please, what are you going to do to me?" With a bit more clarity and moment to think, Tom was getting worried, frightened, as well as embarrassed that nothing was now hidden from these women. All he could hear was clickety clack of the train on the rails, all he could feel was the swaying of the train, making him feel less steady, adding to his fears. "What's you name, sonny?" Nancy asked him. He told her. "Tom, we're not going to hurt you -- just have a bit of fun with a cute boy with a gorgeous cock. Milk you a couple of times, explore hidden things." Nancy turned and asked if anyone had any Vaseline. She was handed a pot by someone, and put some on her finger. Tom couldn't quite see what was happening. But he felt it. He felt the finger on his asshole, then pushing into him. Slowly, but relentlessly. Fully into him. It was strange, bizarre. It didn't hurt -- he just felt full. He felt violated -- no-one had ever done that to him before. And that no-one included Tom himself -- he'd never thought of it. He felt so embarrassed his asshole was being used like this. And he felt excited -- excited like he had never been before. All these women watching him. Complimenting his cock. And the finger inside him -- his cock twitched, hard as rock. The women laughed as he responded to what was happening to him. There was a little part of him which said he couldn't help it -- four hands were holding him tight on the table -- two bending his arms over the edge of the table, two holding his ankles, but another part that was honest -- he wouldn't move even if they let go. As Nancy held her finger deep in his ass, she grasped his balls with her other hand and gently squeezed. She was almost offhand with him. "Nice set of balls," she said, paused. "Nice bit of totty. Let's see what he can do. Marge, jerk him off -- let's see what he can deliver." As a hand grasped his cock, Tom realised what was going to happen. They were going to make him cum. It was so hot, and even more embarrassing. Tom had his eyes closed, but heard the voice whisper in his ear. "Not going to let you cum until you are begging for it. Like the sound of that?" Tom wasn't sure he did like the sound of that, but his cock did as it twitched in the hand that was holding it. He felt like he was totally humiliated, violated -- a finger in his ass, a hand grasping his balls, another grasping his cock, then expected to beg for it. The lady -- Marge -- was good. She began to gently run her fingers up and down Tom's cock, almost exploring it to see what shape it had. She ran her finger over the tip of his cock, rubbing his pre-cum all over the tip. He felt the finger in his ass withdraw, then thrust hard into him. He knew for them it wasn't wholly sexual -- with the audience cheering, making crude comments, he was just a toy for them to play with. And they were enjoying the playing. Suddenly the speed changed -- the finger was thrusting hard in and out of his ass. The hand was grasping his cock and sliding up and down. He felt his breath coming shorter, panting. His hips were thrusting up and down. He wouldn't last much longer. Then it stopped. The hand jerking him released him. The finger stopped thrusting in his ass. His balls were released. He was desperate -- he would have jerked himself off if he had a free hand. "Please..." he whispered. "Please what," asked Nancy. "Please let me cum." It was Marge who spoke, although Tom wasn't sure which one Marge was. "What did I say?" Tom remembered. "PLEASE, I BEG, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM..." There was a pause -- Tom knew they were waiting for more. He wanted more. "Please, jerk my cock, please finger fuck my ass, please play with my balls. Please let me spurt..." "That's very naughty language in the presence of ladies, young man. But we're nice. We'll do that, but I want a proper internal -- it's going to be two fingers this time..." Tom felt Nancy pull her finger almost out, then felt another finger entering him, beside the other. It did hurt. It stretched him, but it was good. He felt the hands grasping his balls and cock. He felt the hand beginning to slide up and down his cock. It was so good. His hips were thrusting up to meet the hand, faster and faster, as the women cheered. Suddenly he cried out. Screamed out. Moaned long and hard, as he shot his cum out of his cock, emptied his balls, pumped over and over, as the women cheered. He seemed to pump over and over, unstopping, although he quickly finished when his balls were emptied. Relaxed, breathing heavy. "Look at the mess here." Nancy was speaking again. "Have to do something with this." Tom felt a hand where his cum was. Suddenly he felt the fingers entering his mouth, as he breathed heavily. Suddenly he knew what they were doing -- they were making him eat his own cum. And he couldn't stop them. The embarrassment was excruciating, but he coped with the taste. It was odd -- when it was over, they sat him back in his seat, and the other women went back to theirs. He was sat naked with Nancy next to him, the lady called Marge, the one in her late fifties he now realised, but still smart and attractive, sat opposite him. All the other ladies had returned to their seats and somehow were chatting normally, eating sandwiches, drinking wine. Nancy was simply talking to him now as a friend, asking where he was going, why he was travelling alone at night. And he told them. About Kelly. The concert. How she had chosen to be a groupie rather than go with him. And how they were going to sleep together for the first time, and it hadn't happened. Nancy had even given him some wine to drink. She had told him they were a group of women who worked in an insurance office, perfectly respectable, most married, apart from Tracy who was in a civil partnership. Just that every so often they had a trip to London for a show, got a bit too drunk and could be a bit rowdy on the way back. Not that they had ever done anything like they had to him before. This time they had drunk a bit more than normal... "Anyway, young man, you shouldn't be going around plotting to get a young lady in bed. That's a very naughty thing to do. Girls..." Nancy had raised her voice. "Do you know what Tom was planning to do this weekend. Planning to get his cock into his girlfriend for the first time. Very naughty." There were calls of how naughty he was way. That he should be punished as the naughty boy his was. Tom was suddenly alarmed. He thought his ordeal was over. Suddenly he felt it was brewing up again. "What should we do to him?" cried Nancy. "Give him a good spanking." Tom didn't see who suggested that, but it didn't matter -- he heard everyone agree. Suddenly he was in the middle of a scrum as they grabbed him again, pulled him, until he was leaning over the table, this time on his stomach. It felt odd, his body was on the table, but his cock was sort of under the table, the edge of the table resting in his pubic hair. He had struggled, but he couldn't escape, until two women were holding his arms over the side of the table so he couldn't escape. "AAAAEEEEEEEE" Tom cried out as he felt a hand spank him hard. Then another, on his other cheek. It was ridiculous -- his cock was beginning to twitch again, a mixture of having been naked, and now spanked. Hard. It wasn't a gentle spanking. Suddenly there was a whole stream of hands smacking his ass, different women stepping in to take their turn. Tom couldn't see, but his ass was looking bright red. He could certainly feel the stinging as his ass got treated to a rain of blows. "Please stop, it hurts, please." Tom felt tears running down his face. Nancy spoke to him. "Stop? For what a naughty boy like you was going to do? I don't think so." The smacks continued. Tom lost count at about thirty. They didn't stop at thirty. Everyone wanted their go, some harder, some softer, but none seeming to show him any pity. The pain became excruciating, when he heard Nancy say "Stop. Think he has learnt his lesson." Tom's ass stung horribly, and if he could have seen it, was glowing bright red. Unashamedly, tears were running down his face. The blows stopped, but a hand grasped his cock. He was being jerked off again. He was hard. His balls ached. The hands were very skilled -- within seconds he was moaning, suddenly crying out as he shot his load somewhere under the table. They let him lie on the table until he was ready to move. The embarrassment was still high as they made crude comments about his ass, how he deserved the spanking, how they should have brought a strap on, how he was a good virile young man. When he did move he stood and walked a little way along the aisle of the train -- he felt he couldn't sit down. One of the women handed him his clothes and told him they would be arriving at the terminus in ten minutes. Tom struggled to get his clothes on. There was only a pair of jeans, and t-shirt and trainers. That was all they had given him. His mobile phone was gone, as was his wallet. He had no socks, boxers. His keys were in his pocket. His luggage -- what little he had in a small holdall - was gone. And they were gone. The train was standing in the station -- he had to go home. It was a long walk -- a couple of miles -- he couldn't phone anyone, or get a taxi. As he left the station he saw the women disappearing in two taxis. He started to walk the other way, knowing it would be at least an hour before he got home... It was 4.30am when Tom eventually got home. His feet were blistered. He was aching, and hurting. He was angry they had taken his wallet, his luggage, his phone. Tom slumped in a chair, cried, and fell asleep... It was late morning when Tom woke. He was surprised he woke with his cock rock hard. He immediately remembered the previous night, the train journey -- and every thought caused his cock to twitch. It was ridiculous -- he had to jerk off before he could do anything else, it was so hot remembering. As he made himself a bowl of cereal he heard something land through his letter box. He went to the hall to see the large letter. He opened it. He found his phone, with a message from Kelly saying the night had been better than ever it could be with him, and she was staying on as a personal assistant with the band, it was over. Tom had already resigned himself to that. The Journey Home Also in the envelope was his wallet -- they had found his address in the wallet. He checked to see what was missing, but found nothing missing. When he looked at the cash he found there was £200 more than was in there. Tom was confused. He opened the letter and read. "Dear Tom, We really enjoyed your company on the train. Some of our ladies will be more than happy to get to know you even more intimately, I'm sure. We've put a gift in your wallet. Hope you can use it. More than that, we want you to come out on an office do with us Friday evening. Come to my house, don't bring anything, but don't expect to get home until Late Saturday or Sunday. Expect anything! If you don't come, then enjoy the rest of your life!" At the bottom of the letter was an address. All week as he worked in the council offices he puzzled about what he was expected to do. He knew the last sentence in the letter was a let out if he wanted to take it. But these older ladies -- they would be far more fun than Kelly...