0 comments/ 39314 views/ 1 favorites The Train Ride By: germangent As I enter the NY subway on this hot, sticky summer day I see you sitting across from me – you are already on the train just like we agreed upon. A knowing smile runs across my face, the day of my fantasy becoming reality is finally here. I slipped the note underneath your pillow before I left for work this morning – telling you where and when and the location you can find your new outfit. You were still asleep as I left the house this morning, still exhausted from yesterday’s lovemaking and still glowing from it. I can see you are dressed to kill in a short black top that just barely covers your beautiful breasts, extremely short black miniskirt, some very nice satin stockings and my favourite pair of black high heel pumps. It has been fun shopping around for you – finding the matching sexy outfit for you. It made my fantasy even more powerful and exciting. You are just looking too sexy and hot as I get on the train, my eyes full of lust as I stare at you from across the aisle. We sit across from each other and the shaking car and the hot air gets you excited, hot, horny, the plans we made have obviously turned you on – I can tell from the sparkling in your eyes and your slightly parted lips. It turns you on that you will fulfill this long-held fantasy of mine. You start massaging your perfect tits though your top, massaging them, pinching your nipples through the thin fabric. You are keeping your nipples between your long, red fingernails; pinching them carefully and mimicking the way I use my teeth on them when we make love. I can see your nipples getting hard; I see tem clearly drawn on the fabric of your top - they are almost ripping the skimpy fabric apart as you open your sexy mouth and start moaning huskily. You push your top down, exposing your perfect tits, looking ever so succulent. You are getting hornier and hornier, partly by the fact that everybody in the car could be watching you, and partly because you see the bulge in my pants. Playing with your tits, extending your tongue to lick them; gazing over to me; meeting my lustful stare as if I were filming you right now. I am starting to moan as the tip of your tongue touches your nipples. Staring into your lusty eyes – you can see how your show turns me on. You start massaging your tits as one hand wanders between your legs. I know what you are doing there – cheering and urging you on with my eyes. You open your legs to give me a perfect view of your soaking wet pussy. You place on of your legs on the seat next to you; spreading your long legs wide for me; giving me perfect view of your shaved pussy. Your skirt moving upwards you start fingering yourself with long careful strokes. I am sitting there mesmerized, watching the juices flowing down your pussy and longs onto the seat cushion. Watching you as you run your long red fingernails over your clit. Pinching your clit between your fingernails - getting harder and harder with every stroke. Your juices flowing like a river now– wetting the cushion beneath you. You start playing with your juices – running your fingernails through your cum. Teasingly lifting your fingers to your mouth – planting your juices on your lips as you open your mouth and run your tongue over your lips, seductively playing with the soft skin of your lips and the nectar on them. Licking down your juices you turn your attention back to your clit and pussy, your head thrown backwards escaping my needy gaze for the moment. You start inserting one finger into your pussy as your other hand massages your pelvis and clit. Fuck, I am so horny now, my hard cock is ready to fuck your pussy but I am enjoying your show so much that I do not even move. You twist your finger upwards to find your G-Spot – starting to buck as you find it. Riding your finger like a wild mustang now, picking up the pace with every thrust between your legs. You can't stand it anymore so you insert another finger in your steaming hot pussy - then another one and a fourth one. You are finger-fucking yourself feverishly now, your cum call over the seat cushions. Rivers of it flowing from your pussy, the squishing sounds from your masturbation canceling out the rattling and noise of the car. The car is getting emptier and so you move over to one of the poles and start a nasty pole dance for me. You start humping that pole like it was a cock. Your glistening wet pussy lips leave a trail of your cum all over the pole. The cold metal on your steaming wet box is just too much for you. You bend backwards as you fuck that cold pole for one more time and your orgasm sweeps you away. You cum so hard that you are yelling out your lust – and finally collapsing on the floor of the car. I get up and pick you up from the floor. Embracing you with long tender kisses I help you into the new leather coat that I bought you. The cool skin on your still erect nipples makes you emit a soft, long moan. I am staring at your mouth, noticing the trembling of your lips. I hold you in my arms as we get off the underground at our station, followed by the cheer of the crowd we are heading home for another night of lovemaking. The Train Ride I am very aware I am a bit of an exhibitionist. Part of the attraction of the gang bangs I enjoy so much, is that as well as all the cock I get I am very conscious of all the eyes watching me, all thinking to themselves that they would love to fuck me That's why fucking in public is so exciting, or dogging in local car parks. It's the excitement, the unknown, plus the guarantee of a good fuck at the end of it. I read somewhere that the brain is the biggest sex organ, and that is certainly the case for me, I can get wet just thinking about sex, although I do appreciate a nice big cock to finish me off. I have been fucked in lots of places, buses, trains, mini cab, phone box, public toilets etc. The cab driver watched us all the way in his mirror, took a long route, and still had the nerve to overcharge me. One night we were coming home from London on a late train, there were a few people on the train, but none in the same section as us. Of course, with trains nowadays it is possible to walk the length of the train, so anyone could walk along at any time, but this only made it more exciting. I was cuddled up to David, with my hand resting on the top of his thigh. I felt him move his position slightly so my hand was gently lying on his cock. I started to caress it through his trousers, feeling it harden. I manoeuvred his hardening cock to ensure it was pointing to his waist, because I knew then it would grow out the top of his trousers as it hardened. It didn't take long for my hand, still working through the material of his trousers to get him as solid as a rock. My hand followed the hard shaft up to his trouser waistband, and wasn't disappointed to see the swollen bulbous head of his cock sticking out for me. I slid my mouth down to his waist and licked the head, flicking my tongue over the bulging veins just below the head. I could feel him getting agitated and his breathing getting heavier. I unzipped his fly and his wonderful hard cock leapt to attention. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it into my warm wet mouth. I slid as much as I could down my throat, but couldn't take it all. In spite of his 8", in the right position, I can take the full length, but huddled up on a train I couldn't get it all inside. I started to tease his cock mercilessly. He has a very large bulbous head, and I love gripping the shaft gently with my teeth, then trying to pull my mouth over the head. I knew I could make him cum in my mouth very easily at this stage, but resisted the temptation, wanting the game to last. I had one hand between my legs playing with my pussy. That must have been an automatic reaction, because I couldn't remember making a conscious decision to touch myself up in public, but it was definitely my two fingers in my cunt. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched, and looking diagonally into the next section I saw a man sitting there watching us. His hand was resting on the bulge in his trousers. He was a bit older than me, perhaps mid thirties, but looked smart. David was still sitting there in ecstasy, eyes closed, as I sucked his cock, oblivious to the watcher. I withdrew his cock and started running my tongue up and down his shaft. This enabled me to look at the stranger while still giving David attention. I caught his eye, and he looked away. I continued looking straight at him, knowing it wouldn't be long before he had to look up again. When he did look up he saw me still looking at him, with a welcoming smile on my face. This time he continued to watch me, stroking his cock through his trousers. I lifted one leg onto the seat opposite and spread my legs, so he could clearly see my fingers going in and out of my pussy. He got braver and hornier, and pulled his hard cock out of his trousers and started playing with himself. I withdrew my hand from my pussy and beckoned him to come over to join us, but he just ignored me, but continued stroking his cock. I put my fingers back into my pussy and played with myself, but still he just watched me. I took a very brief interlude from my licking, and mouthed the words "Come and stick your cock in my cunt." I engulfed David's cock again, taking it in until it hit the back of my throat. I knew the man would come over, let's face it, what man wouldn't accept the offer. I was unaware the man had joined us until I felt something pushing against my pussy lips. He wasn't gentle at all, I think because he knew he wasn't far from cumming, and just rammed his cock into me. As he entered me I hooked one leg around his waist and desperately started to fuck him. I knew this would be a quickie so sucked hard on David's throbbing cock. The stranger came first, and it was only then as David heard the noise he was making and opened his eyes, he realised I had a stranger fucking me. The image finished all resistance, and he came into my mouth, holding the back of my head and bucking against me until I had engulfed the lot in my mouth. The stranger collapsed in the seat opposite me, I don't think he knew what to say. "Hi, I'm David, the very pretty girl you have just been fucking is Charly." David said, as casually as if they had just been introduced at a party. "I'm Tony." he answered hesitantly "Yes I'm Charly." I continued, cum still dribbling from my mouth "an extremely frustrated Charly who has just made you two cum, but needs a good seeing to herself." I Looked straight at Tony and asked "I hope you will come home with us and fuck my brains out?" It was only a short walk from the station to David's flat. I hooked one arm through each of their arms and we walked along as a threesome, in a strange silence for a couple of minutes. I decided to break the ice, stepping in front of Tony, throwing my arms around his neck, and kissing him passionately. His hands came down to my arse and pulled me tight against him. I ground my pussy against his groin as if I was fucking him, forcing his lips apart I started searching for his tonsils, getting my tongue as deep inside him as I could. I withdrew a little so I could look into his eyes. "I hope you are going to give me a really good fuck, and use me for your pleasure." I said "What about David?" he stuttered, it was obvious he wasn't used to girls like me "There are only two of you, and I have three holes, so what's the problem?" I replied, I gave him a sexy smile, licked my lips suggestively, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and we continued on our way. David opened the door and stepped back for me. I walked straight into the hall and turned on the light. I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror. I was wearing a short black dress, flared at the bottom, and a white blouse with a black pattern on it, worn outside of my skirt. A black bra, panties and high heel shoes completed the outfit. In spite of the adventures on the train my make up still looked pretty good. As David closed the door I span round three times, the flared skirt rising to show my black panties. As I stopped spinning I pulled my blouse over my head, my breasts fighting to escape from my bra. I eased my fingers into the material and lifted my breasts clear of the material. I played with them, rubbing my thumb over the nipple, watching it harden. I looked Tony straight in the eye, and kept eye contact with him as I removed the bra. I watched his eyes go down to my breasts, then back up to my watching eyes. Without taking my eyes of him I stepped closer, reached down and undid his flies, my hand darting inside to find his hard again cock. Without looking down I eased his cock out, and stroked it a few times, feeling it getting bigger. I wrapped his cock in the cup of my still warm bra, then wound the strap round his shaft, hooking a bra strap around his balls. I knew by the look in his eyes, he was mine, and I could do anything I wanted with him, he was completely transfixed by me. I took two steps up the stairs, bent myself forward leaning on a higher step, and pushed my arse into the air. The flared skirt was at my waist, I slipped a hand between my legs, and grabbing my panties pulled them so tight they slipped into my wet pussy. "Lick me Tony, please lick my wet sloppy cunt." I implored He was between my legs in seconds. I released my grip on my panties so he could pull them out of my dripping pussy and put his tongue in there. He started to fuck me with his tongue, and I pushed my pussy back to meet him, wanting it deeper and deeper. I was building myself up to an orgasm, could feel it building, and as always at this stage my language had a mind of its own. "Oh Tony, lick me, lick me, shove your fingers in my cunt, play with my clit, oh baby." I panted Suddenly he was gone, I turned in anguish, my orgasm subsiding and saw that David had pulled him away. God I needed someone in my pussy. "Oh PLEASE, one of you fuck me, I need to be fucked." I almost screamed David picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me face down on the bed, his hands massaging my arse as he stepped back. He reached up to take hold of my knickers and pulled them off, me, followed by my skirt. "You're a little cock teaser aren't you Charly?" David said, adding "You told Tony you had three holes and we're going to use them all." I lifted my head to look back at David, but as I did so Tony pushed his cock into my face. I didn't need asking twice, and wrapped my lips around it, my hands going to his balls as I sucked deep on his cock. I let his cock slip out and spat onto it twice, then put it back. I love the slurping sound of a wet cock in my mouth, and know that most fellers find it pretty erotic. I was still lying on my stomach, and could feel a tongue licking at my pussy, making my juices start again. David pulled me onto my knees, but I made sure Tony's cock came with me as I moved. David's tongue went deep inside me, and I felt two fingers slip in as well and start playing with my clit. I had Tony's full length in my mouth, gagging on his cock, as I felt David's fingers, lubricated by my juices, slip into my arse. "Oh David PLEASE fuck me." I begged, anticipating a nice spit roast coming up. David grabbed my legs and spun me over so I was lying on my back, Tony's lovely cock wrenched from my mouth. He pulled me towards him so my legs were hanging over the edge of the bed, then lifted them up onto his shoulders. He gently kissed my calves, then reached down, gripped my waist and pulled me towards him, until my pussy felt his cock nudging to be allowed in. I pushed forward to meet him, and his lovely hard cock slipped straight into my wet pussy. He slid his entire length into me, and just kept it there, making no movement at all. He knew how desperate I was, and loved teasing me. I couldn't wait any further and stated to fuck him. He let me thrust onto his cock a couple of times, then on the third stroke grabbed my bum and pulled me so tight onto his cock I couldn't pull away. He leant over me and kissed me, and I knew what was coming. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him back hard, my tongue diving into his mouth. He stood upright, a hand under each cheek of my bum, and with me impaled on his cock. This was a regular party piece, and he knew how much I loved it. He lifted me up until me pussy almost slipped off his cock, then just let go of me, all my weight plunging his cock deep into my sopping wet pussy. He did this over and over until I was panting, juices pouring from me. One hand found my pussy and started playing with it, I could hear the squelching noise of my juices on his cock and fingers. I felt his fingers, fingers that were covered in my juices, make the short journey to my arse, and one, then two of the lubricated fingers slipped into me. I was losing control. "Oh God, that feels so good." I screamed "Fuck me hard, ram your hard cock up my cunt, stick your fingers up my arse, make me cum babe make me cum." I could feel myself building up to orgasm when he suddenly stopped, his cock deep inside me. I felt something nudge against my arse, bigger than a finger, and it only took a second for me to realise what it was. "OH YOU DIRTY FUCKING BARSTARDS." I screamed "YOU DIRTY, WONDERFUL, HORNY FUCKING BARSTARDS." I felt a sharp jab of pain, delightful pain, as Tony's cock slid into my arse, easing it home until up as far as it would go. Once it was right in David started lifting me up and down again, only now each down stroke plunged cock into both my holes. They fucked me fast, they fucked me slow, building me up to boiling point, and then they would stop, then start the whole process again. After they had done this a few times I knew I was at the point of no return. "Oh, Fuck me hard." I screamed, as always when I was nearing orgasm, my language got very colourful. "I want you both inside me, fill my cunt with you cum, spunk up my arse, please, please PLEASE. Oh God Oh Fuck OH Yes Yes Yes." my voice getting louder and faster as orgasm approached. As my orgasm exploded I writhed against these two lovely cocks, it was all too much for Tony who came up my arse but my furious fucking made him slip out of my arse as he came, spraying his cum over my arse and back. David was still fucking my cunt, my lovely wet sloppy cunt, and I felt another orgasm building in me. I squeezed my pussy muscles as tight as I could against his cock "Come for me David, fill my cunt with your cum, harder, harder HARDER." I screamed. We both came at the same time, his cum shooting into me to meet my own juices that were pouring from my contented pussy. He lowered me back onto the bed, keeping his cock inside me, the urgency gone from both of us. Although he wasn't rock hard, his cock was still firm enough to remain inside my pussy, and it felt nice there. I laid there very contented, until his cock slowly shrank in size and slipped out of me. Tony was on the bed next to me, so I turned to face him, and gave him a long passionate kiss, lovingly caressing his back as I did so. His hands went up to my breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. David 'spooned' up behind me, cuddling up really tight, his fingers gently caressing my pussy, it felt so comforting rather than sexy, I was so relaxed. I awoke with a start, for a second I couldn't remember where I was, then the memories flooded back. I had obviously fallen asleep, and so had the guys. David had awoken, and was getting of the bed, the movement that had woken me. He blew me a kiss as he realised I was awake and continued into the bathroom. After a short time I heard the shower going, so knowing he wasn't going to return, looked again at the sleeping Tony. I felt in a mischievous mood, gently manoeuvring myself so I was astride his face. I spat into my hand and worked the fluid onto my pussy, making it wet and sloppy, then lowered my pussy onto his mouth. He awoke with a start, not sure what was happening, his arms trapped under my legs. His reactions made his head jerk up, a sensation I welcomed as it pushed his mouth against my pussy. It only took him a few seconds to remember where he was, and that this was the pussy he had fucked yesterday. He relaxed, and his tongue started flicking in and out of my pussy. I didn't need any help with lubrication now, my pussy positively dripping. I raised myself on my knees; his arms still trapped underneath my legs, my pussy about 6 inches from his mouth. He tried to reach up with his mouth, but I was out of range. I slipped two fingers of each hand into my pussy and stretched it wide open, so he had a view right inside me. "What do you want to do?" I asked "I want to lick you." he replied "Lick what?" I asked, enjoying the teasing as I started to finger fuck myself "Your pussy." he murmured "I can't hear you, what do you want?" I teased, my pussy squelching with my juices as the fingers slipped in and out. "I want to lick your pussy, I want your cunt on my face." he practically begged. Using one hand to keep my pussy lips apart, I lowered them onto his mouth, and as his tongue entered me I started to fuck his tongue. My free hand, still wet with my pussy juices, went behind my back and found his cock. I became aware he had managed to free his hands, as both hands were now gripping my waist, pulling me tighter onto his mouth. Oh God it felt so good. "Oh Babe." I screamed, "keep it there, oh that's the spot, keep it there, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum, please , please PLEASE." The last please being drawn out as my orgasm hit me. My thighs gripped his head as I bucked against his tongue, squeezing every moment of pleasure out off his tongue. When I was finished I slid down his body, and kissed him passionately. My juices were still on his lips, and in his mouth, and I savoured the flavour and the pleasure. I rolled onto my side, my fingers caressing Tony's swollen cock. "Who's a big boy?" I laughed at him'"You've fucked my pussy and my arse, do you want to try my mouth?" I asked, adding "After all I promised you three holes." "Oh yes, can I cum in you mouth?" he replied, very excited. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mouth going straight to his swollen cock, and started to give it some attention. I stroked and teased his cock, enjoying every minute of it, pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go, spitting on it, before deep throating it to the back of my mouth. Without removing his cock from my mouth I manoeuvred round the bed, so I was kneeling between his legs. Holding his balls and the base of his cock in my left hand, I continued deep throating him, but from this position I could look him straight in the eye. I wanked him, deep throated him until I gagged, spat on his cock, but not once did my eyes leave his. I felt him start to gyrate against me, and guessed he wasn't far from cummming. "OOOHHHH." I screamed, the scream muffled by the cock in my mouth. David's cock was in my cunt. No gentle build up, no foreplay, just a cunt suddenly full of a 8" of hard cock. While I was sucking Tony he just walked up behind me and rammed it straight up my cunt, and it fucking hurt. As I screamed in pain, Tony lost control, his cum shooting onto my face, some going into my mouth. By David's third stroke the pain had turned to pleasure, and I was pushing my pussy back to meet every stroke. I resumed my attention to Tony, squeezing the last drop of cum into my mouth. Tony watched me as I used my fingers to collect the cum on my face and push it into my mouth. I slid up Tony's body, ensuring that David and his wonderful cock were coming with me, and when I was level with Tony started to kiss him, forcing open his mouth with my tongue, allowing all his cum to dribble back into his mouth. I dribbled some onto his cheek, and then licked it of again, before returning it to his mouth. I couldn't speak to David with my mouth full of cum, but I wanted him to cum, I wanted that extra urgency as he pounded me as he came. I reached a hand between my legs and squeezed his balls, at the same time squeezing my cunt lips tightly against his cock. That did the trick, I felt him tense then he shot his load inside me. He continued to fuck me until he was drained, then I collapsed in a heap on top of Tony. I really enjoyed my shower, jets of hot water being played on my tits, rivers of water running down to my pussy, the soap occasionally teasing the edge of my pussy lips. I had had a wonderful fuck, and felt fulfilled, although I knew it would only last until tonight before I needed fucking again. I though of David ramming his cock into my cunt so hard, and the temporary pain it had caused, I must think of a suitable way of repaying him... The Train Ride I glanced up from my book and looked over at you, sitting on the other side of the train. You were looking out of the window, watching the scenery glide silently past us. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was just setting below the horizon. There were 3 people sitting in our compartment - you, me and a teenaged boy, who was listening to music on his ipod. I looked back down at the book that I was reading and tried to concentrate on the words that my eyes were skimming across. I had re-read the same paragraph 4 times now, but couldn't tell you what it was about. I glanced over at you again. This time instead of looking out of the window, you were starting directly at me. I smiled and looked back down at my book, too shy to hold your gaze. I re-read the same paragraph again - something about a hot guy on a train who wanted to kiss my full red lips. No wait, that wasn't right. Why couldn't I concentrate? I looked up again. You were still staring at me. My eyes slid over to the teenaged boy who had gotten up from his seat as the train slowed down, approaching the next station. He was standing in front of the doors, waiting for them to open. I looked over at you. You were smiling at me. I smiled back and looked down at my book again. The train stopped and the teenaged boy stepped off the train and onto the platform. I looked over at you again but you were busy with something on the seat next to you. I took this moment to take in your features. You had light brown hair, toned arms, a long, kissable neck and broad shoulders. I couldn't see the rest of your body though because the seats where in the way. You stood up and hoisted a bag onto your right shoulder. Were you leaving? But the train had already started moving away from the station, so you couldn't be getting off. You turned your head, looked towards me and started heading in my direction. I glanced down at my book again. "Is this seat taken?" you asked pointing to the seat next to me, even though we were alone in the carriage. I looked up at you and noticed how beautiful your eyes were. "No." It was all I could muster. You sat down and put your bag next to mine on the seat opposite us. You smelt delicious. Once you were seated, I glanced over at you shyly but you were staring straight ahead smiling. I wondered what you would say to me next, but you just sat there with a big grin on your face. You still weren't looking at me. I noticed that you were taller than me, but not by too much. "What are you smiling at?" I asked you. "Just the fact that I'm sitting next to the most beautiful woman on the train." You replied. I turned around to make sure there was still definitely no-one sitting in our carriage. "I'm the only woman on the train." I retorted. "Well..." you turned to face me. "Lucky me." You still had a big goofy smile on your face. I laughed at your sense of humour and thought that maybe I would be the lucky one if I could manage to get your phone number before the end of the trip. I couldn't stop staring at your eyes. They were mesmerizing. I didn't want to look away. "What's your name?" I asked. "Glen. But you can call me whatever you want." You didn't take your eyes off mine. "Really? How about cheesy?" "I prefer something along the lines of honey, babe, hunkalishous, or just plain - Oh God." I rolled my eyes, but my mind was thinking that you were pretty hunkalishous. I looked out of the window. It had gotten dark outside and I was faced with your reflection, which was still staring at me. I watched it as you raised your hand up and traced a circle on my shoulder with your finger, hooking it around my neckline and slowly pulled it back towards you. I watched as you bent your head down towards my exposed skin and gently kissed my bare shoulder with your soft lips. I watched as your other hand landed on my thigh and you gently squeezed it. I felt my heart starting to race as I let you - a total stranger - touch me in ways that I hadn't let anyone touch me in months. I kept watching your reflection as I felt your lips getting closer to my neck, my chin, my lips. I closed my eyes and turned my head towards you ever so slightly and your lips landed on mine. You kissed me softly. So softly. I felt your hand move from my neckline to the back of my neck where you caressed my hair with your fingertips. You cradled my head in your hand and turned my head towards you more. I felt your tongue push against mine ever so gently and I opened my mouth wider to encourage you. Your hand was still on my thigh, but you had hooked your thumb underneath my skirt, around my leg and underneath me, which made me realize how large your hands were. You made me feel calmly safe and excited, both at the same time. How was that possible? I felt you grab my leg and slide it across the seat towards you, parting my legs slightly. My mind started racing now. What was this guy going to do to me? Surely he wouldn't start fondling me in a public place? Isn't that the sort of thing teenagers do? You continued kissing me gently, as your hand started sliding up my thigh towards my crotch, taking my skirt with it. Did you realize that you were making me wet? Usually I was the one in control. As a rule, I was the type of woman who made a man wait months before he got the chance to sleep with me, but I couldn't make myself stop you. It was usually me who would make the first move, but being submissive seemed to excite me even more right now. You seemed to know exactly what you were doing and our mouths seemed to fit together perfectly. It was like your lips were specially made to kiss mine. I could feel your hand getting closer to the top of my stockings. Soon you'd be able to feel the lace at the top of them where they had a little bow sewn on for decoration. They were the kind with elastic at the top as well, so that they stayed up on their own. You started nibbling my bottom lip and this distracted me for the slightest moment, while your fingers grazed over the lace of my stockings and then gently over the lace of my knickers directly between my legs. I could feel your fingers softly caressing my clit through the material. I sucked my breath in with surprise. I couldn't believe I was letting you do this to me in a public place. And I didn't even know you! ... I didn't stop you though. I felt my clit start to enlarge as my pussy became wetter with each stroke. Surely you could feel how warm it was getting down there? And you must be able to feel my knickers getting damp too. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the stimulation that your fingers were giving me, while your lips where still massaging mine. It felt so good! Suddenly I heard the train doors open and I opened my eyes and broke away from your lips as I looked up to see an older gentleman walking into our carriage. I didn't even feel the train slow down at the oncoming station and now there was someone intruding on us and I felt so exposed. I realized he probably couldn't see what we were doing because of all the seats in between him and us, but I still felt like he was invading our space. At that moment I felt one of your fingers slip underneath the elastic of my knickers and plunge deep inside me. I cried out in surprise and the elderly gentleman turned to look in our direction. Both my eyes and mouth were wide open as I stared at him and I froze, not sure what I should do. He gave us a look of disgust and started walking in the other direction. You slid your finger in and out of me as he opened the door to the next carriage and disappeared from my sight. I turned to look at you, still not sure what I should be doing or saying. I was shocked at myself for letting a stranger finger me in a public place. This was not how I usually acted and I wasn't sure whether I should be enjoying it or disgusted at myself. I placed my hand on yours and was about to remove your hand from between my legs when you started stroking my clit with your thumb. You still had my head in your other hand and you returned my lips to yours. There were your beautiful eyes again, locked on mine as you kissed me deeply. I felt myself melting into your arms. Ready to let you do as you pleased to me. How could a man that I'd never met before have such control over me in such a gentle way? I felt totally captivated by you. You had my full attention. My hand was still atop yours as you moved your finger in and out of my wet pussy. Each time you thrust it inside me, I felt the pressure of your thumb close in on my clit. I wanted to touch you too. I reached out and placed my hand on the bulge in your jeans. I grabbed the material in the palm of my hand and tried to circle your dick in my palm. Your cock was huge! "I want to taste you." You whispered in my ear. I watched as you removed your hand from inside my pussy and slid off the seat and onto the floor of the train, right between my legs. You grabbed my arse and slid me forward so I was sitting right on the edge of the seat. You turned your head and started kissing my thigh through my stockings, still holding onto my arse cheeks. Slowly you slid your hands down onto my thighs and slid my skirt up so that I could see the lace of my knickers sticking out from underneath. You grabbed one of my legs and placed my foot on the seat opposite me where our bags were, then did the same with the other one so I was in a semi-laying down position, sprawled across the two facing chairs. Your face was centimeters from my pussy. I rested my thighs on your shoulders and watched you as you eyed off your prize. You moved my knickers to one side and just looked at my pussy. My pulse was racing. I watched your eyes move up and down my slit. You were probably noticing how I had shaved my pubic hair into a small landing strip that morning. You couldn't take your eyes off my pussy. What were you waiting for? Lick me already! But you just stared at me. Slowly you ran one of your fingers along the folds of my pussy, down one side and then up the other resting your fingertip at the top of my clit, not moving it again. This drove me crazy! I wanted your tongue to follow the route that your finger did. Then I wanted you to suck on my clit and I wanted it now! "You have the tightest pussy I've ever seen." You looked up at me and smiled. I looked into your eyes and felt bad for wanting to rush you. You broke your gaze and looked back down at my pussy again. You removed your finger from my clit and replaced it with your tongue. You started licking me ever so softly, barely brushing the tip of me. I started to squirm in my seat. I'd never had anyone touch me as softly and gently as you did. It felt absolutely amazing! You trailed your tongue along my inner lips and then my outer ones and back to my inner ones again. You alternated between licking my clit and gently taking it into your mouth and sucking on it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed having your mouth on me. I felt my clit enlarge when you took it into your mouth and sucked on it and then move it between your closed lips. I flung my head back and opened my eyes as I felt the first wave of my orgasm slowly building up inside of me. I looked up at the ceiling and noticed that someone had written some graffiti on it. I brought my head back down and caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Someone in the next carriage was watching me. The top of my head was still visible above the seat and as the train went around the corner, I saw a guy in the next carriage over, just staring at me through his glasses. "Someone's watching us." I whispered as I slunk lower in my seat. "I don't care." Came your reply as you pulled me down closer to your mouth. You opened your mouth wide and took my whole mound inside it and sucked on me hard. "Oh!!!" I cried out, feeling my pussy pulsing inside of you. My arse was hanging off the seat now, but you were still holding me up with your shoulders. My clit was trapped between the lips of my pussy and it was absolutely throbbing now. "Fuck that feels good!" I yelled, not caring about who heard me. "Don't stop!" You inserted your finger inside my pussy again, hooking your finger up, feeling for my g-spot. You found it and put pressure on it. "Fuck!!!!" I could feel my body tensing up, getting ready to explode. You started running your tongue along the slit of my pussy while still sucking on it inside your mouth and that tipped me over the edge. I thrust my hips back and forth in rhythm to the waves that were overcoming my body. Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. The train rocked in smooth motion, in time with my thrusting. "Ahhh!! Fuck!!!" I screamed as I came into your mouth. You looked up at me as I was pulling myself away from you. You had my pussy juices all down your chin. I grabbed your arms and pulled you towards me so I could kiss your mouth and lick myself off your chin. As I was kissing you, I reached down and unzipped your jeans, setting your cock free. It was rock hard. I also slid my knickers off and threw them onto the floor beneath us. I grabbed your arse cheeks and guided your throbbing dick towards my wet pussy so that the tip of it was resting just inside my opening. "I want you inside me." I pulled you closer so you would slide inside me, but you hesitated. "What's wrong?" You turned around and reached out for your bag. You pulled your wallet out and fished a condom out from one of the compartments. You ripped it open and slid it onto your cock with what looked like one smooth motion. Where was my head? Why hadn't I remembered that one small, but important step? You swiveled me around so I was lying down on the seat and positioned yourself on top of me, resting your weight on your elbows. You placed your cock back at the entrance to my pussy. "Try again?" You smiled at me. I placed my hands on your bare arse cheeks and guided you where I wanted you. I felt myself stretch as your cock slid slowly inside me. I wasn't used to having such a large dick in my pussy and my muscles contracted around you. I watched your face as you pushed yourself all the way inside me. I could see one of the veins in your forehead pulse as your eyes rolled back. You must be enjoying this as much as I was. You looked into my eyes as you started thrusting in and out of my pussy. I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, but I couldn't seem to make myself look away from you. Absolutely mesmerizing! I wrapped my arms around your shoulders and my legs around your hips as you pushed deeper inside me. I couldn't take it much longer. I let out a low moan and closed my eyes, tilting my head back once again. You took this as your cue to move my hair away from my face and then started kissing my neck. One handedly, you unbuttoned the top button of my blouse and then the second one and then the third, revealing the bra that matched my knickers. You shuffled your weight onto your right arm and used your left to take one of my breasts into your hand. You pushed the material of my bra out of the way and ran your fingers over my nipple. It hardened instantly. You arched your back and bent your head down and took it into your mouth. I moved my arm so I could grab a handful of your hair and opened my eyes and watched as you started sucking on me carefully. "I want to see you come." You glanced back up at me. I felt the train slow down as it approached the next stop and hoped that no-one would step into the carriage that we were in, even though they wouldn't be able to see us unless they accidentally walked in our direction. You repositioned yourself so that you were squarely on top of me again and continued thrusting your hard cock into me. The train slowed down as you sped up and it came to a stop at the station. I heard the door hiss open and then footsteps heading towards us. My eyes widened. We were going to get caught! You kept thrusting in and out of me, getting harder and faster each time. The footsteps stopped and I heard someone sit down a few seats in front of us. My heart raced as I wondered if they could hear us. I remembered the last thing that I had said to you before the doors opened and I realized that would be the last thing that would be uttered between us, until we had finished. I looked at you and smiled. You smiled back and thrust yourself deep inside me. I felt your cock pushing against the back wall of my pussy and I wanted to let out a moan, but knew that if I did, we would get caught! I kept my mouth shut as tightly as I possibly could and rocked my hips in motion with your movements. I could feel your pubic bone rhythmically smash against my clit each time you thrust into me. It was so hard to keep my mouth shut. I just wanted to cry out like I did every other time I had an orgasm. I gripped your hair with one hand and your shirt with my other. I could tell you were close to coming because your face had tensed up and you were trying hard not to make any noise too. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to come. I contracted my pussy muscles, gripping your cock as tightly as I could and came as you bent your head down to kiss me silently, to contain my pleasure. I felt your arse cheeks clench underneath my legs and I felt you thrust one last time before you came hard inside me. I felt my body twitch as my orgasm kept going, longer than what yours did. I had to moan, cry out, scream... anything, but you were still kissing me. Hard. Trying to keep the passion inside of me. Just between us. The feeling between my legs finally subsided and I let myself relax a little. You were still kissing me, softly now though. And you were still inside me. You looked down at me and whispered in my ear. "Do you think they heard us?" I almost burst into laughter. You quietly slid off me and crouched on the floor to take the condom off and tie it in a knot. You poked your head over the top of the seat to see who had walked in on us. You looked at me and smiled your lovely smile. I knew that whoever was sitting a few rows in front of us hadn't heard a thing. I buttoned my blouse back up again and retrieved my knickers from the floor before sitting up in my seat. I noticed the back of an old lady's head, a few rows up. I turned to watch you zip up your jeans. I wondered what the next stop was and whether I had already gone past my own. You sat on the seat next to me and grabbed my hand. The train started slowing down again and we both looked out the window. The station sign read "Beenleigh". I had missed my stop by more than 3 stations. "This is where my car is. Do you need a lift anywhere? Back to my house maybe?" I looked into your beautiful eyes again and grinned. "Yes please!" We grabbed our bags and headed towards the train doors. As we neared the old lady, I noticed that she had hearing aids attached to the back of both her ears. She jumped in fright as we walked past her. Probably because she thought the carriage had been empty. As we waited for the train to come to a complete stop, you wrapped your arm around my waist, pulled me close and kissed me again. "Lucky me." I said to you and we both stepped off the train together. The Train Ride "Close your mouth dear, you'll catch flies" said my husband in a slightly mocking tone from across the table. I closed my mouth with snap and hurriedly looked down at my book. Glancing up through my eyelashes I see the slight mocking smile on his lips. I kick him under the table just for the hell of it. "If you could look over your shoulder without being too bloody obvious, you'd see what caught my attention." I say quietly. "Pretty is she?" comes the reply as he pretends not to be interested. He knows she must be. It's always the pretty ones that catch my eye and this one is gorgeous. A little over five foot, slim, great boobs inside a tight fitted blouse and an oh-so-short skirt that shows off her sexy, shapely legs. He takes a long slow look around the cabin of the train, sees who I mean and turns back to with his eyebrow raised. "She just caught my eye, that's all." I say with a pout. "'course she did" he says quietly, leaning over the table, "That's why you cheeks are flushed. You've already run through your mind what you'd like to do to her, haven't you?" I nod, pretending to read my book as I look over his shoulder at her. God! I want her! "Try to remember you're on a train. Her other half may not approve of you trying to seduce her and I don't want to get into a fight over you trying get into another man's wife's panties." I look up at him smiling at his approval. "You can't tell me you wouldn't want your face between those legs?" I tease. "I'd prefer to see those legs around your face whilst fucking you from behind." He whispers. My pussy gushes at the thought of it. I can almost feel the sensations as my imagination goes into overdrive. "Go and get us a bottle of champagne from the dining car." He orders "Try and control your libido for a bit" I slide out of my seat and pause as I realize this will take me right past her. I gather myself and walk down the carriage, trying not to stare, but failing miserably. My eyes travel from her face, to her chest and then linger on her legs which are outstretched in front of her. I look up to check were I'm going, straight into her eyes. Busted! She knows she's caught me staring and has a half smile on her face. I smile weakly back at her and hurry past. In the dining car there is queue for the bar, forcing me to stand in line. Standing there I feel someone standing close behind me. What is it with people and personal space I wonder angrily to myself? Just the train hits as set of points and I'm thrown of balance. I stumble back against the person behind who catches me from falling. "Sorry," I say turning. It's her! She smiles at me. "No problem" she answers. God! She's even more gorgeous up close. "High heels and trains never really mix do they?" she asks. "No," I giggle. Her hand is still on my waist, almost burning me from her touch. "I'm Laura" I say holding out my hand. "Sammi." She replies taking it with her other hand. "I'm just ordering us a drink, would you like one?" I stammer. "No, no, it's ok, you must want to get back to your husband." "He'll keep. Once he starts reading. He forgets there are other people around him." I turn to the barman "A bottle of Verve Clicquot please to seat 12a in first class. And two classes here as well." The barman nods, pours us two glasses and passes the order to the steward to deliver the bottle. We step to one side of the bar with our drinks. "Where are you stopping?" I ask. "London," She replies, "we're off to stay with friends. Yourself?" "London as well. Weekend break from the kids. A day of shopping for me, followed by a day around the museums for him. He may look like a thug, but he's actually a history teacher." Her presence is making me garrulous. "He's certainly big, you can see that from behind, but I don't know about him looking like a thug." "Ha! You want to see him when he's stood up. Heavy brows, shaved head almost permanent scowl. I try to get him to grow his hair a bit to soften his looks, but he just complains it's too grey these days. It is nice to walk around holding onto his arm though, feeling the solidness under his shirt." She smiles a sexy soft smile. "I can imagine. It is nice to feel something softer under your fingers now and again though." Her voice is dripping with suggestion as she runs a hand down my arm, taking my hand in hers and placing it on her hip. "Don't you think?" I almost shiver with delight at the touch. I put down my glass and lean past her "Shall we find somewhere a little private?" I whisper. She smiles and turns away, glancing over her shoulder as she walks down the carriage. Her skirt is tight around her bum, like a pair of ostrich eggs being juggled, each cheek tightening the material as she walks. I follow mesmerized. At the door to the ladies room she turns and looks around to see if anyone was watching then beckons me inside. I squeeze in with her, her breasts pushed into mine and I could swear I felt her nipples hardening against my own through our tops. I feel her hot breath cascading over my lower lip before she kissed me ever so lightly, pausing to pull my lower lip into her mouth with a soft suckle. Moaning again, my eyes drifted shut and my brain gave way to the exquisite feelings coursing through my body. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and crashed into my own, its velvet roughness insistent in its probing. My hands go straight to her breasts, fumbling with the buttons to her blouse. Her hands are around me, pulling up my maxi-dress to squeeze and caress my arse. I finally get her blouse undone and take her breasts in my hands, my thumbs rubbing her hard nipples as I cup and fondle her. I slip her cups down, under her boobs, exposing her nipples to the air. Breaking our kiss I bend my head to her left nipple and take it in my mouth, lashing it with my tongue. No longer able to reach my ass, her hands move to the top of my dress, pulling it down, taking my bra with it, her hands instantly finding my own nipples. I moan heavily into her breasts as she does. She pushes me upright, her mouth finding mine again and we kiss hard and deep. She grabs my right wrist and pulls it between our bodies, wasting no time in guiding it to her sex. My eyes flew open as my fingers came into contact with her. My fingers, began pressing into and caressing her sex through her clothing. She buried her face into my neck, creating incredible acoustics for her soft moans as she now lifts my dress from the front, her hands reaching for my pussy. I snaked my left hand around her waist, pulling her even closer against me, our breast pressed up against each others as my right hand slithered down to the hem of her very short skirt. My fingers brushed the silky soft skin of her inner thighs, inching up the hem as my hand travelled further. Her heat is radiating through my hand and up my arm and I gasp when I come in contact with her panties. I lightly trace her lips through the fabric, before slipping my hand inside, her trimmed pubic hair tickling my fingertips. Pushing inside slightly, her wetness covered my index finger. Sliding up to her clit, I flicked at the engorged nub tenatively and smiled as her body twitched against me in response. Seconds later her fingers find my panties, pulling them aside. God! I am so wet. Her fingers find my clit straight way pressing and circling it, quick and hard. My attentions to her clit became more intense and insistent in return. I pushed into it, with no regard to how sensitive she might be. I pressed and flicked and teased the bud until her body was quaking against me and her teeth were sinking into the tender flesh of my neck. She slides her fingers down and inside me, curling them upwards as she begins to finger fuck me. I dug my fingers into her back as she bit my neck harder to stifle a loud moan as I return the favour. I can feel myself on the verge of cumming, but I'm desperate not do so before she does. I slip my other hand under her skirt from behind and slide my finger between her cheeks and across her asshole. I feel her pussy clench around my fingers as I do, her body reaching the pinnacle of climax and it's all I need to set me off, our gasps turning into soft whimpers. Our eyes meet we withdraw our fingers, I raised my finger to my lips and sucked it into my mouth, sighing deeply at her taste. We clean one another up and straighten our clothing. I open the door to check the coast is clear, then step outside. "I could always send him the museum on his own, if you fancy spending an afternoon in the hotel before you go home...." I say pressing my number into her hand. The Train Ride As she reached to grab her bags and walk out the door, she couldn't help but pause. She ran back to the bedroom to check the mirror one more time. She looked at herself critically. The dress seemed much too short. It clung just a bit too tightly around her belly. She tried to adjust it again. She felt the desperate urge to take it off, to change into the jeans and low cut shirt she felt so comfortable in. She silently cursed herself for her self conscious thoughts. He had chosen this outfit. She would wear it proudly. Nodding to herself in the mirror, she straightened and gathered her things, meeting the taxi at the curb. She tried to remain calm on the ride to the train station, but her thoughts were nearly overwhelming. It was so hard to believe that just six months ago she had met him online by happenstance. They had connected on many levels very quickly. Though she knew he was a Dominant, and he knew her as submissive, he never tried to overpower her. He was respectful, kind, caring. When, after four months, he had asked her if he could visit and take her out to dinner, she was ecstatic. The four hours between them seemed like such a distance for a dinner date, but he was unfazed. The dinner had been one of the best nights of her life. There was no awkwardness, no uncertainty. They spoke for hours, the conversation coming easily, until the waitress had finally informed them that the restaurant was closing. The whole time she had wanted desperately for him to touch her, yet he hadn't. As he walked her to her car, he placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her. The walk seemed to take an eternity. His touch filled her senses, the firm yet gentle hand-it somehow made her feel safe. There had been comfortable silences at the restaurant, yet now the silence seemed heavy, intentional. Once they had reached the vehicle, he spun her gently to face him. She looked up at him, but the intensity of his gaze was too much for her and she dropped her eyes again. She was surprised when she felt his hand on her chin, lifting it to meet his eyes again. He spoke softly, yet firmly. "I want you to be Mine. Your body, your brain, your soul...I want all of them." Later, she would wish she had been more eloquent. To explain to him how much she wanted that, how much she needed it. But in that moment, she had only been able to smile and nod as she felt happy tears filling her eyes. He had kissed her gently, opened her door and helped her in the car, and then he had left. She had sat in her car, trying to reconcile the evening. Trying to figure out what had just happened. The next two months had flown by. She wasn't sure what to expect from him, but surrendering to his control had come naturally. It started slow and simply-cutting their conversations a bit short and telling her to go to bed and get some sleep. Texting her mid-day to tell her it was lunch time and she needed to eat. It occurred to her that all those months they had been talking, he had been gathering information. He knew all of the ways she failed to take care of herself, and he was determined to be sure she started. She had naturally relinquished orgasm control to him as soon as she had nodded and agreed to be his. It wasn't something that was discussed-it didn't need to be. She had grown frustrated after the first week. He had asked her to send a photo of her panties to him each day. He loved it when she took the photo at work, unzipping her jeans and exposing the undergarment to the camera. She had been thrilled at the prospect of sexual play. Yet, he had initiated nothing further. Finally, during a nightly phone conversation, she had gained the courage to approach the topic. "Sir...I know you're happy with me. I know I've done nothing to disappoint you. I send you my photos every day, I do as you ask every time you make a request." "Yes, little one. I am very happy with you. You are a good little girl." "Then why haven't we played? Why haven't you asked me for...you know, sexual stuff? I haven't cum since I became yours. I'm...ummm. I'm needy. I'm so horny. I just...I really want to cum." She could hear the smile before he even spoke, and it confused her. "Sweet little baby girl...why has it taken you so long to ask me for what you want?" This simply furthered her confusion. "I...I want to please you." She was confident that was the appropriate response for a submissive to give her Dominant. She heard the disapproval in his voice immediately. "No, little one. This is your first lesson. It doesn't please me when you are keeping your needs and desires to yourself. I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me what you are feeling. Whether that's emotional, physical, or the 'sexual stuff'." She could hear the amusement in his voice again. "I need to know that I can trust you to share these things with me. Especially with this distance between us, it's difficult to always be able to properly provide for your needs if I don't know what they are." Her heart soared, yet she also felt ashamed. She had never considered this. She had never thought about her responsibility to him in this fashion. "I'm sorry, Sir." she responded honestly. "I will be sure to share everything with you in the future." From that point, the relationship had blossomed into everything she could have hoped for. He regularly provided her with intense stimulation on the phone. His voice was incredible...he had trained her body to respond to the slightest suggestion. She had always found the idea of a woman cumming on cue completely ludicrous, yet that was exactly what she experienced. Whether he simply knew the perfect time in which to give the command, or her body just responded that beautifully to him, she didn't know, and honestly didn't care. Now, she was on her way to visit him. Their second meeting, yet she hardly knew what to expect. The last time, their dynamic had been so much different. They had grown together over the last months. Now, she couldn't imagine her life without him. She stepped from the cab eagerly, only to stumble a bit in her heels. "Damn these heels" she thought to herself yet again, longing for the comfort of her tennis shoes. Even the cute lacey flats she knew he found adorable. As she caught herself, she noticed the way the taxi driver was looking at her and grinned. "Maybe this is a good look for me," she mumbled. She gathered her bags, smiled again at the driver, and walked toward the train station. She glanced at her phone and found a text awaiting her. "Only four hours until we're together, ma belle. Find a secluded seat on the train." Her heart raced, and her feet followed suit, heading toward the train. It wasn't difficult to find a secluded seat, though the train's population was not ideal. She passed what appeared to be a group of fraternity brothers, loud and boisterous, that seemed to quiet and watch her as she walked by. Glad that she could find a seat with a few rows between them, she took the seat by the window and placed her bags in the seat next to her. Excitedly, she texted him a photo of her window seat. "I'm on the train. Can't wait to see you!" She was surprised to find how tired she was. She laid her head on the wall, stared at the window, and found herself slowly drifting to sleep. She awoke to an exclamation from the college boys in front of her. She glanced at her phone and smiled when she say he had texted her. "It's good to know you're still capable of sending me photos. I wasn't sure, since I hadn't received your panties today." Oh fuck! she thought, panicked. She had been so caught up in preparing for him that she had completely forgotten to send him a panty photo. She knew she had to respond immediately. Glancing around, she decided to risk it. She pulled her skirt up her thigh and quickly snapped a photo of the black lace panties he had chosen to go under this dress. She quickly typed "I'm so sorry, Sir! My excitement got the better of me. I hope you will forgive me." and attached the photo. "They look lovely, little one. You are forgiven. However, it's important you learn from this. Consider this lesson number 2. Take your panties off. Now. Do not leave your seat." She was stunned. She cursed herself for letting this happen. She didn't want to sit on this train without panties on, much less take them off right here in the seat. Not with those fraternity boys in front of her. She sighed, raised slightly to be certain no one was coming, and then slid her panties down her legs, over her shoes. She quickly balled them up and tucked them into the corner of her bag. She couldn't believe how much the idea of being without panties on this train was turning her on. "It's done, sir. They're in my bag now. It won't happen again." She received a response immediately. "Good girl. Show me." She should have known he would want to see. She raised again and glanced forward, then spread her legs apart, positioned her camera, took a few shots, and then sent them to him with no words. "Very lovely. And already glistening. You know how much I enjoy seeing my pussy, don't you? Now that I've seen it, I'm just not going to be satisfied until I see it dripping." She was confused. Surely he meant once she arrived and saw him. He had to mean that he would see her dripping tonight. Right? "Sir, I'm sure you will have me dripping the moment I lay my eyes on you." Again, his response was immediate. "Don't play coy, baby girl. Spread your legs, touch your pretty little pussy for Daddy. Imagine how you will feel when my mouth can finally explore what's been mine for awhile now. I plan to feast on you this evening. I want you to think about that, touch yourself, and video it. Now." She felt her face flush red and a new wave of wetness invaded her pussy. I'm just turned on by the idea of him ravishing me, she thought. Masturbating on a train can't possibly be doing this to me. Surely not. She knew better than to argue. As quickly as she read the text, she was spreading her legs and positioning her phone. She started the video then reached to caress her soft folds. The wetness already pooled there was astonishing to her. She slid her fingers over her clit, entered her pussy gently, then continued to rub, back and forth, biting her lip to stifle her moans. She knew she was not to cum-he hadn't told her to cum for him. She brought herself to the edge twice and was working on her third when she heard foot steps making their way down the aisle. Her eyes flew open and she tried to straighten, but the young man walking still understood what he was seeing. "Are you doing some kind of a webcam show?" He asked excitedly. "No!" She exclaimed, struggling to pull her dress down, to cover herself. "It's...it's for my Sir. I didn't...uh. I mean, I'm in trouble...and I..." she could feel the heat on her face and simply wanted to bury herself where no one could ever see her. "Wow." The boy replied, simply. "What a lucky guy!" She was astounded when he continued walking, without further word to her. A few moments later, he walked past her again. She cursed herself for not realizing that the bathrooms were behind her, and that anyone would have to pass her to get there. Once he arrived at his seat again, she heard hushed whispers and excited proclamations. All of a sudden, many of the fraternity brothers seemed to have the urge to head to the bathroom. She felt their heavy stares as they walked past, and couldn't believe that it seemed to be intensifying the wetness between her legs. Her thighs were slick with her juices. She texted him the video, and explained what had happened. "What a good girl you are, taking care of my pussy like that. It's such a pretty little thing, I'm glad it's getting some attention." She was desperate. She had expected the need, the unfulfilled desire to subside after the run in with the boy. She thought that after so many minutes had passed without stimulation that the ache would lessen. Yet it wasn't. "Please, sir. May I cum? I need to cum." She hated asking, knowing that she would get fulfillment this evening. But she knew better than to cum without permission, and she knew he wanted to give her what she needed. He was such a kind and gentle man. "Thank you for asking, baby, but no. Lesson number 3. You don't always get what you want." She read the text, astonished. She felt the train coming to a stop and the phone vibrated in her hand again. "I'm waiting on the platform for you, sweetheart. Hurry up. We have reservations for dinner in 15 minutes. After that, we're going to be going to a live performance at the local theatre. I'm sure you're going to love everything I have in store for you." She stood, gathering her bags in her arms, making her way down the aisle, past the fraternity boys, headed to the man she loved. She stepped off the train and directly into his arms which wrapped around her so protectively. He gave her a kiss on the forehead as his hand drifted down and gently squeezed her ass, then getting a bit firmer, his fingers pushing between her legs. She could feel her dress soak up a bit of the wetness, and this seemed to please him. "I hope you had a good train ride, my love. I'm sorry to rush you, but we really do have places we need to be." She was still perplexed by the lengthened tease, the time that was set to pass between now and the moment she would finally be able to stand before him and bare herself to him completely. His hand moved to the small of her back as he guided her toward the door of the train station once more. "Hey!" They heard a young voice call behind them. It was one of the frat boys. She frowned a little, sure he was going to make some inappropriate comment. "You dropped these," he finished, grinning. He was holding her new lacy black panties on one finger, showing everyone in the train station. She flushed again and stared at the concrete, not able to bring herself to meet his eyes. She heard her Sir, her everything, responding to him with amusement in his voice. "You keep them, buddy. She's not going to need them tonight." With that, he reaffirmed his touch and led her out of the train station to begin their evening. The Train Ride She was sitting by herself looking out the train window at the people still milling around on the platform. The station was very busy since it was shortly after 5 and most businesses were winding down for the day. Luckily for her this train didn't seem that popular and with any luck she would get this set of 4 seats (2 facing her and the one beside her) to herself. She leaned back against the red tweed and breathed a sigh of relief as the intercom announced the train would be pulling out in 1 minute. Sixty seconds until she could totally relax and know she was going to enjoy some peace and quiet. Suddenly she heard someone jogging down the aisle and sat down right beside her. With dismay on her face she looked to her right and saw a tall, lithe man with a big grin and milk chocolate eyes looking back at her. He stuck his hand out and said, "Hi, I am Scott." She mustered a halfhearted smile and replied, "I am Diana. You know there are plenty of empty seats." Scott, still grinning, said, "I know, but none of the others are beside a pretty girl." Diana muttered something and then in a louder voice bluntly told him, "Look, I would really rather be alone if you don't mind." "No I don't mind at all," Scott replied, showing no intention at all of moving to another seat. "But I for one am not moving, I like this seat." "Fine!" was all Diana could muster. She turned her head towards the windows and firmly closed her eyes. After what seemed an eternity, but closer to 20 minutes, of listening to his cheery banter, Diana had decided she would scream before she ever got to Denver in 2 more hours. Then she felt it. A feathery light touch on her right knee. Did she really feel that, she wondered. Then it happened again, just a little higher on her thigh. "Oh my God" screamed through her head. That man beside her was touching her! What should she do? She decided just to ignore it for the moment and maybe he would stop. He continued to caress her thigh with each touch slightly closer to the edge of her black leather skirt. Soon he hesitated and Diana held her breath. He had reached the smooth black leather. What would he do Diana wondered. With a gasp lodged in her throat, she found out as he slid his fingers under her skirt. In her head, she knew she must stop him, but with her body slightly trembling she realized suddenly that she was enjoying his touch and didn't want him to stop. So she kept her eyes shut and tried to breath normally as his fingers reached the lace top of her hose and then continued until they reached the lacy elastic of her panties. She felt his fingers slide down to rest on the lace covering her clit. She couldn't stand being quiet anymore. She started panting quietly as she turned and met his passion filled gaze with her own glazed eyes. "Don't stop please," she whispered. He slid his fingers up and down along her clit as he started nibbling her soft shoulder through the soft red silk covering it. She turned her head further and sought his mouth with hers as his fingers slipped inside the lace and stroked the hot wet skin he found waiting there. "Oh God," he moaned against her mouth, "Your skin is incredible. I want to touch more of you" She tentatively reached her hand out and stroked the zipper of his black jeans. Scott moaned again, louder this time and his breath escaped in gasps as she pulled down the zipper and pulled his huge hard cock out. Diana smiled at him and then lowered her head and slid her mouth over his cock. Scott thought he was going to scream in pleasure. Diana slid her mouth up and down his shaft for a long time and then circled his head with her tongue before plunging down the length of him. She pulled her mouth back and proceeded to lick his cock as if it was a lollipop. He took advantage of Diana's position and slid his hand across her backside and under her panties so he could fill her pussy with his fingers. Diana paused a second as Scott's fingers plunged inside her hot throbbing pussy. She couldn't remember being this hot and reckless in years. Scott grabbed her by her hair and dragged her mouth back up to his. "Come to the loo with me now!" he ordered. Silently he zipped his jeans and walked to the restroom. With no hesitation, Diana followed him. In the tiny stainless steel cubicle, they fell into each other's arms and started pulling at the other's clothing. It seemed neither one could get it all off fast enough. Scott stopped when he saw the black lacy panties that he had felt and he had to admire the matching lace that cupped her beautiful breasts. He took one in each hand, lace and all, as his tongue found hers and they moved as their bodies moved as close together as possible. Suddenly, he whipped Diana around and shoved her over the sink. "God you have a beautiful ass! he moaned as he slid the lace to one side and plunged his throbbing cock into her tight wet pussy. Diana screamed. She had never known such a huge cock. Scott moaned as he pushed his way into the tightest pussy he had ever fucked. He pulled part way out and then plunged again, over and over again, harder with each thrust, until Diana screamed with pleasure as her hot pussy got hotter and started throbbing even more. Scott didn't stop even though she begged him to. He continued to plunder her tender flesh until his cock exploded inside of her spewing his cum into her wetness. When his cock was empty, he withdrew from her delicious pussy and helped her stand up. They stood hugging while they both tried to get their breath and heartbeats back to normal. Then they kissed and dressed themselves. Without a word they walked back to their seats and collapsed. Suddenly the conductor announced they were approaching the Kansas City station. Diana turned to say something to Scott, but his seat was empty. She quickly stood up and glanced up and down the aisle. She spied him; he was just sitting down next to a blond. She heard him say, with a big grin on his face, "Hi, I'm Scott..." The Train Ride Rohan watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his watch, he saw that it was already four o'clock. He had been waiting for the train almost an hour. The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train finally came to a stop. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he saw a lady hanging out of a window frantically waving to someone. She was one good looking woman, he thought before he realized that it was his mother. He grinned foolishly, waving back at her. As she continued to wave, he picked up his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. Watching her, he saw that she was leaning farther out the window the nearer he got to her. "Hello Ma!" he puffed, setting his bag down and reaching up for her. "Oh, My Beta! I'm so happy to see you," she said leaning down "It seems like it's been forever since I last saw you." She was leaning out so far out of the window that her saree had fallen to the side revealing her big, soft white breasts. He tried not to look, but the temptation was too great. He felt himself blush as he sneaked a peak down her blouse at her swollen breasts. "You'd better stop leaning out so far or you'll fall," he told her, pushing her back, hoping her blouse would close and hide her beautiful breasts from view once again. "I was just so excited to see you," she laughed happily, slowly leaning back into the car. "Hurry up, get on board," she gushed ecstatically, "Hurry!" Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door where he saw that he and his mother were put up in a two member cabin. He entered the train and went to their cabin. He smiled cheerfully when he saw his mother standing in the doorway waiting for him. "Oh, My Beta!" she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a big hug. The smell of his mother's intoxicating perfume greeted him as he took her into his arms. Hugging her back, he felt the same big breasts he had shamefully stared at earlier now flatten out against his chest. His mother hadn't changed a bit, he thought. She was still a very affectionate woman. "Come on inside," she told him, taking his hand and pulling him inside, "I have so much to tell you." Closing the door, Gita turned and looked at him. She didn't speak for a long time as she stood looking at him affectionately. Rohan felt himself blush as his mother's eyes traveled up and down his body. Finally, she sat down beside him. "God, it is good to see you," she sighed, taking hold of his hand and giving it a hard squeeze. "You're all I've got now.” Then she began to talk. It was as if she had held it back ever since her divorce. Now it all came pouring out. Rohan knew that his father had left his mother for a younger woman. It had been several weeks since it had happened and Rohan had talked to his mother several times on the phone since then. He thought she had handled it quite well, but now face to face with her, he could see the damage it had done to her psyche. He could see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn't been there six months ago. She began to unload her burden of depression, guilt, and blame onto him once again. She told him how Rohan had left her without any notice. He had just left one day without so much as a how-do-you-do. He had run off with his secretary and they were now living somewhere in Goa. Rohan knew this much as his father had called him and told him that he had left his mother. His father had said it was his fault and that Rohan shouldn't blame his mother for anything that had happened. He had offered no excuses or alibis. He had just stated that he found his secretary, Stella more compatible. His father did tell Rohan that he had left his mother very well off financially. Rohan sat listening to his mother unload her troubles onto him. After a few minutes, she stopped talking. She reached out and pulled him to her. “I don't think I can ever trust any other man, but you," she said emphatically, "did you know that?" Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move. As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Reaching out instinctively to brace herself, her hand plunged down into his crotch, landing squarely on top of his semi-erect penis. Momentarily pinned against him as the train continued to gain momentum, she didn't move her hand for several seconds. At last the impetus lessened and she moved away from him. "I'm sorry," she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her face. "I didn't hurt you did I?" "No, you didn't hurt me," he told her. Neither of them spoke for several moments as they listened to the sound of the train picking up speed. Soon they were speeding along, adapting to the slight swaying vibration of the train. After a few more moments, his mother began talking again. Holding onto his hand like she was afraid that he would leave her too. Rohan felt sorry for her. She had been deeply hurt. Now it seemed as if he was her only salvation. He wanted her to get it all off her chest so he let her go on and on. As the train sped along, she would talk a while and then cry for a while. Comforting her best he could, he could only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while. Then abruptly, she stopped crying. Turning away from him, she blankly stared out the train window at the landscape speeding by outside. She seemed to be deep in thought. Sitting back, Rohan absent-mindedly checked her for any other signs of mental or physical deterioration. There were no other obvious signs of the obvious strain she was under. He could only wonder what had possessed his father to leave her. She was still a stunningly beautiful woman even at forty. Unconsciously admiring her, he saw her long, silky hair falling down over her shoulders, framing a face that could grace any fashion magazine. Big, full breasts swelling out proudly above her flat, trim belly. Long, graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks. Her feet, tiny and bare were blemish free. Yes, his mother was an exceptional beauty. His father must be stupid. He knew that she would have no trouble finding another man; if she ever decided to start looking again as men would come running after her. He just hoped it would not happen. But right at the moment, she didn't seem emotionally capable of handling another relationship. She had told him over and over again that she didn't think she could ever trust another man, except him. It was sad that his parents had divorced after twenty years of marriage. It seemed to have devastated his mother and left a big, ghastly scar that might not ever heal. Finally, snuggling up against him, she began to cry softly. "Oh, I am so very, very glad you're here," she wept softly, "I have been so lonely and unhappy. But now, I feel safe and happy and, and all warm inside." "You know you can come to me anytime, Ma," he told her, gently pulling her up against him and giving her kiss on the head. "For anything." "Oh, Thank you, you don't know how much it means to have someone you can turn to for comfort, or...anything," she sniffed, the flow of tears finally slowing, "thank you so much." She didn't speak for several moments as they sat holding each other. Then she looked up at him with the most serious look on her face. "Rohan, Do, uh, could, uh," she started to say. Just then there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it," he said, getting up. Opening the door, he found the conductor standing there. "Do you need dinner?" he asked in Hindi. "No thanks! We will come to the pantry car" Rohan told him, closing the door. "What were you going to say, Ma?" he asked her as he sat back down beside her. "Oh, nothing," she smiled weakly, "Nothing that can't wait." "Good, because I'm hungry," he told her. "Me, too," she agreed. "Let's go eat." Her mood seemed to improve noticeably as they tidied up. Soon, they were laughing and bumping against each other in the tight confines of the small compartment as they train rattled along. Concerned at her sudden change of attitude, he shrugged it off to the stress she was under. Hoping that she was over her crying jag, he smiled and opened the door for her. As they walked down the narrow corridor toward the dining car, they couldn't help bumping and brushing against each other. Laughing and tittering like two teenagers, they finally made it to the dining car. They were immediately seated by their waiter. Clinging to his hand, his mother seemed afraid to let go of it. Rohan was beginning to feel a little self conscious as his mother fawned over him. "I don't know if I can ever let you go," she said softly, giving his hand another squeeze “You are my only man now." Wondering what she meant, he was relieved when their meal arrived. She finally released his hand long enough to let him eat his dinner. After dinner, they held hands and made their way down to their cabin. His mother seemed to have overcome her possessiveness as they sat talking. Feeling his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, he spoke out "Ma, I've had a long day," he yawned. "I think I'm going to bed" "Oh, so soon," she whined. "I'm afraid so," he grinned sleepily, "I can barely keep my eyes open." "Oh, well, okay, go ahead;" she told him, pouting sadly, "I'm going to the bathroom. I’ll be down later." Rohan was feeling very tired after the long day. Fumbling with his clothes, it seemed to take forever to get them off. He knew he should put his pajamas on, but he was too tired to find them. He vaguely remembered something about his mother telling him that he could have the lower berth and she would sleep on the upper berth. Reeling over to the berth, he found it difficult to keep his balance in the swaying, rocking car. Standing there naked, struggling with the latch, he hoped that his mother wouldn't walk in and catch him. He felt more than a little foolish and uncomfortable as he struggled with the berth. Finally, he felt the catch open and the berth flopped down. Throwing back the covers, he quickly crawled naked into bed and within moments was sound asleep. He didn't know what time it was when he heard someone fumbling with the lock on the door. Trying to see what time it was, he was blinded by a brief flash of light as the door opened. Blinking, he saw the silhouette of his mother standing in the door swaying with the rhythm of the train. He wasn't aware that just a few minutes had passed by. "Rohan, are you awake?" she whispered softly as she closed the door behind her. He didn't answer her, hoping that she would think he was still asleep. "Rohan, are you awake?" she whispered, a little louder this time. Still he didn't answer, but watched her stumble across the cabin. The only light in the cabin was a very tiny safety light, but it gave out enough illumination to see shapes. Hoping she couldn't see that his eyes were open, he watched her as she stood by the sofa. "I guess he's asleep," he heard her say as she put her purse down on the sofa. He watched as she stood swaying with the motion of the train. Then, she began to undress. Only able to see her silhouette, he could hear the rustle of material as she removed her clothes piece by piece. Finally, he watched her bend down and slip her panties off. All at once, he felt a tiny tingle of sexual excitement as he realized that she was standing in front of him naked. Although he could only see her outline, just the thought of her standing in front of him with no clothes on was somehow erotically exciting in a perverse way. He knew he shouldn't be aroused by his mother, but somehow it was happening. Wishing she would hurry and get in her bed, he was shocked when suddenly the train sped by a light and the inside of their car was bathed by its glow. His mother was instantly transformed into a figure of blacks and whites. Her great breasts were out in magnificence, highlighted by the darkness surrounding them. The imprint of the beauty was burnt into his brain forever as the light disappeared leaving the cabin in even deeper darkness. It took several moments for him to see anything at all. When he could see, he was astonished to find his mother standing by his berth. "Rohan" he heard her whisper softly again. He was about to have a heart attack as he felt her legs nudge up against his berth. He didn't know what to do as he cringed back away from her. What was she doing? Why was she by his bed? Then his heart almost stopped as he felt her slowly lift his covers. Sweat broke out on his forehead. Then she eased herself down into his berth. He was afraid to breathe. Then the covers settled back down over him. She was so close, he could smell her perfume .What was she doing? Suddenly, he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him as her hot, bare skin touched his. "Rohan, are you awake," he heard her whisper again as she snuggled up against him. "Yes," he was finally able to gasp as she pressed herself up against him. "Can I sleep with you, tonight?" he heard her ask tearfully. "I am so all alone and sad. No one wants me anymore." "Yes, Mother," was all he could manage as he felt himself begin to tremble. "Thank you, my Beta" she sniffed, nuzzling even closer to him. "Can you hold me?" His cock was as hard as a rock. How could he hold her without giving away his arousal? She would know that he was aroused by her. He knew that she would hate him for getting hard, but he slipped his arm under her neck and gently pulled her to him. "I just feel so empty and useless," she whimpered pressing herself against him harder, "I don't even feel like a woman anymore." She was definitely a woman, he thought as he felt her hot, bare skin plastered against his body. Every place that their bodies touched, he was being blistered by the current of electricity flowing from her body into his. And where her big, hard nipples were digging into his arm, it felt like two coals were lying on his skin. "I would give anything if someone would desire me as a woman again," she moaned softly, slowly easing her long, smooth leg over his leg. Holding her in his arms, he tried to keep his passion under control. Then he felt his mother's hand gently brush over his muscular chest. "Do you love me, Rohan?" she asked softly, her hand slowly inching down over his chest. "Oh, Yes, Mother, I love you very much," Rohan gasped, still fighting of the urge to possess her. "Could you love me as a woman," she asked quietly, pausing for several moments before continuing, "instead of a mother?" He was afraid to answer. "Just for one night?" she whispered. "Just tonight?" "What," he groaned, not believing what he had heard. "Could you love me as a man?" she asked again, her hand slowly moving down over his stomach, “Instead of a son for one night?" He was so shocked, he was unable to speak as he felt her hand wrap around his throbbing maleness. "Oh, God, Ma!AAAAH!" he wheezed, feeling his mother's hot, clenching hand squeeze his aching cock. "I need a man inside me," she panted, "but you are the only man I can ever trust again." "I'll do whatever you want," he was finally able to choke out as he grabbed her crotch. "Just make soft, gentle love to me all night long, my love," she murmured pressing her womanhood against his leg before spreading her legs and letting his hand find its target. As his fingers explored the warm softness of her nether regions, he received another shock. His mother's pubis was as smooth and hairless as it had been the day she had been born. Her pussy was shaved and bare. My God, he thought to himself as he explored the shaven smoothness surrounding her womanhood. His mother had shaved herself just for him. She had known all along that she was going to seduce him. She had planned to make love to him. This was no spur of the moment happening. His mother had purposely set out to fuck him and she was succeeding. The magnitude of what this meant was too much for him to accept. His brain suddenly exploded with erotic depravity and he couldn't stop the eruption of his loins. "Oh, Shit," he groaned as his cock jerked wildly and sent a giant geyser of hot, scorching cum up into the air. "Oh, No, My, Beta" his mother wailed, "I'm, Sorry, Beta! Oh, Beta, Ma's Sorry." Even as she apologized, she was throwing back the sheets. With her hand clenched tightly around his spurting, spewing cock, she struggled up to a sitting position. Keeping her hand wrapped around the thick, pulsating barrel of his big cock, she leaned down over it. Just as a second giant stream of his thick, fiery semen erupted from the big, purple head of his cock. The stream of cum struck her in the face, but she quickly took him in her mouth. "Oh, Fuck, Ma!" he wheezed asthmatically as her hot, sucking lips encircled his manhood. As she sucked on his throbbing maleness, another gigantic spout of his foamy cream shot into her mouth. He could feel her quickly swallow as she sucked on him as hard as she could. He could feel her hand roughly sliding up and down his cock as she urged him to give up more of his fertile cream. As if in answer yet another big load of sperm-laden cream spurted into her mouth. Still, she swallowed and sucked, bringing her other hand up to his big, dangling balls. Gently squeezing and pulling on his gonads, she coaxed them to give up more of his life-filled syrup. Then as his cock exploded inside her mouth yet again, he knew he had to cum inside of her pussy. He had to go back to the place he had come from. He had to return to her womb. He had to be reborn again. Groaning, he struggled up, gently pushing her up and away from his jutting cock. "What, what's wrong, Beta" his mother muttered, feeling him push her away from his huge, thick cock, "did I hurt you?" "God, No," he groaned, pushing her down onto her back, "I want to cum inside you." "Oh, Oh, Yes, Beta, Please," she blubbered impatiently, "Oh, Yes, Cum inside Mommy." Scrambling over her and up between her widespread legs, he could feel his hard, thick cock bounding up and down threateningly. As he stood over her on his hands and knees, he felt her hand find his hardness again. Grasping it, she roughly guided it down to the wet, waiting wound between her legs. Feverishly fitting the great bulbous head of his cock into her burning socket, she thrust herself up at him. "Oh, Fuck," he cursed, feeling the fiery heat of her vagina envelop the head of his penis. Groaning with pleasure, he thrust himself down into her hot, sucking womanhood. He had never felt such power or pleasure. He had never felt so dominant. He was inside his mother. Inside the boiling cauldron of his beginning. Inside the forbidden cavern of motherhood. He had returned to the womb that had nourished him and gave him life. Now he was buried up to the hilt in the hot, sucking tightness of her most sacred of sacred of places about to give her another life. The passion that was coursing through him paralyzed him momentarily. Then as a great wave of pleasure washed over him, he felt another eruption growing inside his aching balls. He had returned to the flaming depths where he had been conceived. Now he felt an overpowering urgency to fill that hallowed place with his own potent seeds. To replenish and reproduce himself inside of her. Then he felt the satin sheath of her vagina tighten around his cock. "Oh, Beta, I'm coming," his mother gasped and he felt her pussy began to undulate spasmodically. He couldn't hold back any longer. He grunted and thrust himself as deep as he could into her scorching love-gash. Just as he did, his cock lurched wildly and spurted out another malignant stream of thick, gummy cream into the sacred place of his birth.As his cock spewed out corrupt load of semen, he held himself shoved down inside her sucking, pulling cunt. As he thrust himself into his mother's groin, he felt her long, sharp fingernails dig deep into his ass. The Train Ride "Oh, My, God, Beta," she groaned as she pulled him down into her deeper and deeper. Again and again, his big cock shuddered and fired, sending gusher after gusher of his hot, thick semen into her. She accepted him totally, her hungry cunt. Ravenously consuming his potent hoard of cum. At last, he felt his balls empty themselves of the last gob of stockpiled cum. "Oh, God, Mother," he whispered, kissing her cheek, "was that as good for you as it was for me?" "I've never been so fulfilled," she murmured, "never been so pleased. I'm so proud of you." As he heard her praising him, he realized that he was still hard. Slowly, he began to saw his swollen maleness in and out of her pussy. "Oh, My Beta," she cooed softly, "that feels so good”. In and out went his cock as the train swayed and vibrated in rhythm with their love making. Inside their own world of pleasure and wickedness, they ignored the world as it sped by outside their window. Time slowed for them and seemed to stop as they made love. Finally, drenched in sweat and nearing exhaustion, Rohan felt his balls tightening once again in pre-ejaculatory anticipation. Then, just as he felt his scrotum erupt in fire as a great gusher of cum spewed through it, his mother's pussy collapsed down onto his cock. "Oh, Fuck, I'm cumming again," she growled out. “I Love it." "Fuck, I'm cumming tooooooooo," he groaned thrusting himself deep into her and releasing another powerful stream of semen into her cunt. Their bodies locked together in incestuous union as they tried to become one. Rohan had never felt such love and need for another person in his whole life. His life had been meaningless until now. Now he had someone to live for. Someone to truly love. Someone to love totally, completely with reservation. He was hers to do with as she saw fit. He was no longer her son. He was now her love slave. At last, his cock stopped erupting inside of her. Slowly, he eased his slowly shrinking manhood back out of the satiny sheath of her vagina. "Oh, Mother, I've never felt so much in love," he muttered, rolling off her and snuggling up next to her. "I love you!" "I feel the same way my love," she cooed, covering his face with soft, wet kisses. "I don't know if I can ever let you leave me again?" "I never want to," he cried, "I want to be yours forever and ever." Neither of them knew what the future held for them. But Rohan knew that his whole life had changed during the past few hours. He would never be the same again. He had been twice born inside of his mother's pussy. Now he was just beginning his new life with his mother. He wanted her by his side as a lover, friend, and mother. Life was wonderful. All girls and women if you want to give me any suggestions or want to share your experiences with me email me at the link below. The Train Ride She got on the train in Chicago. It had been a very long week. The company she worked for had sent her there in the hopes a huge contract could be completed. It had taken a while but she had done it. Their signatures where on the dotted line. "A $2.4 million contract should put me in line for a VP slot," she thought with a smile on her face. She was glad she had been able to get a sleeper on the train. The company had given her a few days off for getting the contract and she had decided to see some countryside rather than just fly over it. Besides, she thought, "I need the rest." It would take 3 days to get back to Texas and she planned on sleeping for most of it. Around lunchtime she woke up from a nap. She was hungry and decided to go to the dining car and check out the food. She really hoped it was better than airplane food and was sure it would be. She sat down in the dining car and the waiter came up with a menu. Lots of choices. She decided on the BLT with side salad. On a spur of the moment whim, she decided to get a glass of wine. I'm on a mini vacation she said to herself, might as well enjoy myself. While waiting on her food, she was checking out the view and finally noticed the guy sitting in a back corner of the dining car. Why hadn't I noticed him before, she wondered. He was gorgeous! He appeared to be tall even though he was sitting down. Mustache, great eyes, and bald. She loved men who where completely bald. They just seemed to have a lot of confidence in themselves. Her sandwich came and she would glance his way now and then as she ate. Why doesn't he look this way, she asked herself. It would be nice to have someone to talk to. As she was about to finish lunch, she looked up and saw that he was looking at her, finally! They locked eyes and it was as if a game of "stare-down" had started. Neither looked away. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt mayo running down her fingers and broke the eye contact. After licking it off her fingers she looked up to see him walking up the aisle toward her. She was very disappointed when he walked past. Oh well, she thought, so much for that. Then an arm reached down and placed a piece of paper on her table. She looked up and turned around but he was already at the door to the coach and leaving. She picked up the paper and opened it. All it said was "Second car back, third door on the left." That was it. No name or anything. As she finished her lunch, she wondered if she should check it out. Stranger on a train. Nowhere to run if something bad happened. 1,500 miles from home and she didn't know anyone. As she finished her wine, she thought, "What the hell, my life is too ordinary. Maybe this is a sign. I'll go for it. And he was great looking...seemed like a nice guy." She got up and went to the rest room to freshen up. Walking out of the dining car, she felt the first stirrings between her legs. Wow, that hadn't happened in a while! Just the anticipation of meeting this guy was making her wet! "Stop that," she thought, "just gonna meet a good looking man and talk to help pass the time." Little did she know what was in store for her....... As she opened the door to the second car back, she saw that it seemed deserted. Rather have some other people around in case he turns out to be a psycho, she thought. She slowly made her way to the third door on the left. It was a private compartment with no windows at all into the car like most of the others had. She hesitated before knocking on the door. Nothing... hmmm, wonder where he could be? As she was about to turn and leave, the door opened slowly. She looked in and couldn't see him since he was behind the door. It looked like a regular compartment, two couches facing each other, windows to look out of. She stepped inside and the door closed. There he was. He is REALLY sexy up close, she thought. He motioned for her to sit. Can't he speak? She wondered. "Hi", she said, "my name is Kimberly but everyone calls me Kim." Nothing...she really wondered if he was mute or something as he walked over and sat down on the seat opposite her. This disappointed her since she had hoped he would sit next to her. Oh well, guess we'll just sit and talk....if he can talk that is! His eyes seemed to be burning into hers and she had to look away. When she looked back, she noticed that his gaze had shifted to her breasts. "They're nice, aren't they," she thought to herself. "Large and soft but firm at the same time." She was proud of her breasts. They seemed to "open a lot of doors" so to speak. It surprised her when he didn't look up after she turned back to look at him. Most guys would look up at her after being "caught" looking at her breasts. "This guy has a lot of balls," she thought. "I kind of like that." The stirrings between her legs started again. She could feel herself getting wet and unconsciously her legs parted slightly. Instead of looking up to her face, she saw that as her legs parted he looked down! She was wearing a rather short skirt and knew from the angle that he could probably see her panties since he was directly across from her. Now ordinarily, she would have closed her legs immediately in reaction to this. But in her mind, she had already decided to "give him a show" since he didn't seem to be the talkative type. She had worn her white thong thinking it was the most comfortable panties she had. She hadn't thought about someone looking up her skirt. "He must be able to see almost everything," she thought. "They are really sheer and with the wetness I'm feeling already...it's probably soaking through." She was looking at his face. He was still looking between her legs but she noticed a very slight movement to his lips. He was grinning! Almost a smile! It lasted so long with him just looking between her legs that she had about decided to close them in modesty when he finally spoke. "Take off your blouse." "This guy has some nerve," she thought! But surprisingly she found her hands at the top button. She slowly unfastened the buttons...one by one... When she had finished with the buttons, she stopped with her blouse slightly parted. Her breathing was a little heavier and quicker now. Her breasts where moving up and down with her breathing. She was glad she had worn her sexiest bra. It was red and black and really didn't hide much but lifted her large breasts nicely showing a LOT of cleavage. She reached up and slowly slid the garment off her shoulders. It dropped behind her and she took her arms from the sleeves. As she clasped her hands modestly on her lap, she saw that he was looking directly at her breasts admiringly. Well, he seems to like them, she thought. She sat there for so long it was almost getting uncomfortable. Just as she was turning to look out the window, he said "now the bra". At that, she turned her head quickly to face him and saw that he was looking into her eyes again. They were burning into her and her comfort level increased instantly. She was getting HOT just looking at him! All this was so out of character for her that she began to wonder if she was dreaming. "Well, if it's a dream," she thought, "I don't want it to end." She reached behind her and unfastened the clasp of the bra. Her large heavy breasts practically sprang out of the cups. She let it drop off her arms and onto the floor in front of her. She was surprised that sitting here in front of a stranger with half her clothes off didn't embarrass her at all. She was getting hotter and wetter by the moment as his gaze shifted once again to her breasts. "Is he going to take any of his clothes off," she wondered. "It doesn't seem fair that I'm the only one who is half naked." She had to shift her weight to get more comfortable on the seat. At that, she could feel the wetness between her legs. In fact, she thought she even heard it! When she shifted her ass, her legs parted even more and he looked down there...she wondered what was next. Surely this would be it since he didn't seem interested in taking his clothes off... The minutes passed and she decided this wasn't going any further and closed her legs and started to reach down to get her bra. "STOP", he said, "open your legs wide!" he commanded. She was taken aback by this but what felt like tiny electrical shocks went through her. She was pretty high up in her company and was used to giving the orders, not taking them. Having a guy tell her what to do seemed instantly refreshing. She didn't have to think or make a single decision. This might be really nice for a change, she thought. She slowly rose up and her knees parted...wider and wider.... When she finally stopped her legs were spread so wide she felt as if the lips of her pussy where peaking out of her thong. His eyes seemed like lasers beaming into her pussy. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the moment. She placed her hands, palms down, on each side of her on the seat to maintain her balance. Her head was almost spinning with the feelings he was bringing out in her. He licked his lips in a very sensual way and told her, "Stand up". She pushed down with her arms and stood up, almost losing her balance with the feelings that where flowing through her body. "Take your skirt off". His voice seemed to boom in the small compartment. She must have delayed too long because his voice commanded, "NOW!". She reached up to the zipper on the side and slid it down. She pushed it off her hips and it fell to the floor. As she stepped out of it, he said, "Turn around". She slowly turned knowing his electric eyes where looking directly at her ass. As she slowly shifted her weight from side to side, she began to feel the slight rocking of the train. It was very erotic with its side-to-side movement and the sound of the metal wheels on the track. She was wondering how long he would just look at her ass when he told her, "Take off your panties". She hooked her fingers into the little garment and pushed it down her legs. When they reached her feet she had to reach down to take them the rest of the way off along with her shoes. She knew since her back was to him that her pussy was now completely exposed to his gaze as she bent over. With the panties completely off, she stood up straight. She was looking at a blank wall and wanted to turn to him when he told her to do just that. She turned and saw that he had shifted to the edge of his seat. His face was only inches away from her hot wet box. She was glad she had taken the time to trim it the night before, no hair to hide my pussy from his gaze, she thought. The power of his eyes on her body was driving her crazy. She could feel her wetness starting to actually leak out of her pussy and begin to slide down her thighs. He was just looking at her body. Up and down. Taking in everything she had to offer. His breathing was deep, through his nose as if taking in the smell of her excitement. "Take off my pants," he said. "Finally," she thought, "I get to see some of him." As he leaned back in the seat, she knelt onto her knees and reached for his belt. With the belt unfastened and the top button loose, she eased his fly all the way down. She could tell by the look and feel of things that he was as excited as she was. With his pants unfastened, she reached up and started pulling the waistband down. He raised his hips slightly so his pants would slide over his ass. "That's a nice hard ass," she thought, as she slid them down his thighs. Finally his cock sprang out! "Oh, my," she thought, "I knew he would have a large cock." She didn't stop looking at his cock as she pushed his pants down his legs and took off his shoes and pants. She was almost drooling at the thought of having it in her mouth as she started to bring her hand up to it! "NO!" he said. "Just sit there a little while." He took his cock in his own hand and slowly began stroking it up and down. The shaft was large but the head was huge. It seemed like an eternity passed before he finally said, "Take it in your hands.". Even with both hands around his cock the head was still showing. Large and purple. She desperately wanted it inside her mouth but waited for him to tell her what to do next...she knew now that he was totally in control and she would do anything he said... The head of his cock was glistening with pre-cum. With her hands around him and rocking slowly with the movement of the train, he said, "Take it in your mouth." Finally, she thought. She bent over and took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was large and barely seemed to fit. Her tongue was swirling around the head of his dick as she slowly began swallowing more and more of him. In and out of her hot wet mouth as she moved to the rhythm of the train. She was taking about half of him into her mouth now before pulling back slowly to the head. Her tongue never stopping its movements. She let it slip from her mouth and began to sensuously lick the sensitive underside from head to base. She softly massaged his balls with her free hand and took him back into her mouth, determined to swallow him all the way to the base. More and more of his cock disappeared as she was now fucking him with her mouth. With one last effort, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and went all the way down to the base before closing her lips around it. She stayed there a while and swallowed, relaxing the gag reflex that she felt. She slowly brought her mouth up his cock and once she reached the head went immediately back down all the way. It was easier this time since it was now completely wet with her saliva and just seemed to slide its way down her throat. She began a slow steady up and down movement, again timed with the rocking of the train. The feeling between her legs was incredible! She had never been so wet and neither of them had even touched her pussy...yet. He began a low moan that was like music to her ears. She knew she was making him feel good by the way he was responding. He took her head between his hands and showed her the speed he wanted her mouth to fuck him. Not too slow, not too fast. Nice and steady, up and down. His cock disappearing in her mouth only to reappear again before she plunged her mouth all the way down his shaft yet again. She occasionally would pause and lick his cock all over. Showering his prick with saliva and paying special attention to the area just under the head that was the most sensitive. She would then take it into her mouth and continue the mouth fuck he was getting. She could soon tell that she was bringing him closer and closer to climax. She was absolutely soaking with the anticipation of his cock shooting its load deep into her throat. She had never actually swallowed before but was determined to make this the first time. Faster and faster her head moved up and down his shaft. Her hand was assisting by pumping him in time with her mouth. It didn't take long for him to begin to stiffen his body at the start of his orgasm. "I'm cumminggg," he yelled, and with that she felt him shoot his load into her mouth. Spasm after spasm he continued as she swallowed as much as she could. Small amounts of cum oozed out the corners of her mouth. He finally finished and she moved her mouth slowly up and down his cock. Taking his cock from her mouth, she made sure she got it all from her face and licked herself clean. She also licked him clean as the last drops of cum seeped from the head. She looked up at his face to see him with his head back and a smile on his face. She had done well and she knew it. She also knew that her pussy was hotter and wetter than it had ever been in her life! She prayed that a blowjob wasn't all he wanted. If she had to go back to her compartment and finish herself off she would go crazy. His cock had softened slightly but with her hand moving softly up and down and her tongue licking him to make sure she got all his cum, he was still fairly hard. That's a good sign, she thought. Hopefully he isn't finished with me. She almost blushed with embarrassment when she remembered that she had no idea who this guy was. She didn't even know his name! He was an absolute total stranger and she had just given him the best blowjob she had ever given! Plus, she was totally naked in a train compartment in the middle of nowhere. All he had even said to her where a few short commands about what he wanted her to do. And she had done them all! "Please don't let him be done with me," she thought again. "I so desperately need my pussy fucked at this moment." But she knew it was his call. It was up to him. He was in command. She didn't even dare to reach down and touch herself. As she looked up into his face from between his legs, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. A smile appeared on his face. "Now, it's your turn." She almost came just from the sound of that. She knew it would take almost nothing for her first orgasm to hit. "Stand up," he ordered. When she stood up, she almost fell, partly from kneeling for so long, partly from the rocking of the train, but mostly from the feelings waiting to explode in her body. He steadied her by putting his hands on her ass. "Finally he touches me," she thought. It felt good and he hadn't even done anything yet. He moved to the edge of the seat and started kissing her left breast. It felt wonderful. Soft sensual kisses all over. Then she felt his tongue begin its work. Circling her nipple. Smaller and smaller circles until he made contact with it with his tongue. It felt like a bolt of lightning had shot through her body. A loud moan escaped her lips as she could feel the orgasm beginning simply from having her nipple in his mouth. His tongue was all over as he teased and softly bit at it. He brought his hands up and started to massage her tits, squeezing them hard the way she liked. As his mouth shifted to the other breast he lowered one of his hands between her legs. "OH YES," she screamed inside, "one touch on my clit and I will absolutely explode right here on this train!" His mouth continued to work wonders on her nipples as his fingers toyed at her pussy lips, spreading her wetness all over her pussy. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked one finger, then up to her mouth so she could taste herself. "Mmmmmmm," she thought as she quickly sucked her own pussy juice off his fingers, "I taste good." While his mouth never left her breasts, he moved one hand back to her pussy and the other behind her to her ass. He was going to attack her pussy from both sides! As he spread her pussy with his fingers his other hand plunged inside her while he started rubbing his finger back and forth on her clit. Her entire body seemed to catch fire as the orgasm exploded throughout her body. Her legs got so weak she had to put her hands on his shoulders to hold herself up. Wave after wave of intense pleasure just kept coming. It felt as if it would never stop as his fingers continued their work on her pussy. She was on fire and could feel the juices flowing down her legs. She had never in her life felt anything so intense! It just kept on and on as if time had stopped. He began slowing down, slowly bringing her back to reality. While her orgasm didn't stop, it simply slowed to a wonderful feeling that sent shivers all over her body. As he took his fingers from her and took her hands in his, he said, "Sit down". She was more than happy to sit before she fell. Her legs where shaky with what had just happened to her body. As she sat, he placed his hands on her knees and pushed them apart. He looked up at her and smiled and bent down and began to kiss and lick her inner thighs. First one then the other. He slowly moved his way up her legs and his mouth was finally at her pussy. He licked her pussy lips and as he placed his mouth directly on her clit she thought she would go crazy. The intensity was even stronger than with his fingers. His tongue found her clit and as he flicked it back and forth quickly his fingers continued to massage her pussy. He put two fingers inside her and buried them all the way. The Train Ride It was my first time on a train I was going to see my uncle in France. That's when I saw her a beautiful women she was 5'1, Blue eyes, Raven black hair, looks about 112lbs. I was about to go and talk to her but a crowd was in the way and she was gone so I boarded the train and when to my cabin and sat down. I must of fell asleep cause I heard beautiful voice trying to wake me opening my eyes I awoke to see the girl I saw when I was boarding. "Hello my name is Amara look like were roommates what's yours?" Amara said smiling and holding out her hand. "My name is Lamar its nice too meet you Amara." I said reaching out my hand to shake hers. Sitting up we started to get to know each other I told her why I was in Paris and she told me why she was in Paris. "So Amara where are you from originally." I said wiping the tears from my eyes from laughing too much. "I'm from the USA Detroit, Michigan to be exact." She said. "Really I'm from Detroit too where do you live at there." I said. "I used to live on Clermont about 5 years ago now I live in Taylor with my mom." She said. "You live on Clermont I live on the street after it Taylor what was the address?" I asked. "It was 4044 it was my ex-boyfriend house when we lived together but he was always hanging with his friends Joel and Larry to even care about me so I hung out with Joel's little brother Mario." She said. "I'm the little brother Mario that was my nickname because I played to much Mario Bros no wonder you look familiar." I said shocked. We sat there talking about old memories of us hanging out with each other until I noticed we've been talking for 3 hours and I was hungry. "You want to go and get something to eat Amara?" I asked getting up to screech my body. "Sure I was getting hungry." she said So we left our cabin to go to the dinning car there we ate Chicken Alfredo Noodles with some white wine after dinner we went back to our cabin and I went to the bathroom to get change for bed. When I came out my jaw dropped standing in front of me was Amara in a red lace teddy with a red see-through robe. "WOW! You look very sexy in that." I said looking at her body. I walk over to her and bring her into my arms a kiss her passionately as her hands roam my body. I broke the kiss and moved my head down to her breast and licked and sucked on her nipples through her teddy I could hear her moan my name as I did this. I stood up and took off my clothes and she took of her teddy. I kissed my way to her neck and then as I licked and sucked her neck I started to I gently cupped her breast taking the nipples in between my fingers and gently squeezing them, Amara began to moan as I gently massaged her nipples. Then I took one nipple into my mouth and gently suckled it like a baby. I took both nipples and suckle them both for twenty minutes, occasionally flicking them with my tongue or stopping to just bite them. I was now feeling her every motion and I was extremely horny. I kiss her belly, stopping at her belly button running my hands down the side of her belly, just brushing the sides of her beautiful breasts. When I got to her belly button I gently placed my tongue in the hole and then locked my lips around its edge, sucking and tonguing her belly button. I ran my hands back up her body and gently cupped her breasts. She took both my hands and started to suck each of my fingers watching me as she sucked my fingers, never breaking eye contact. Then she slowly raised her back and guided my hands to her pussy, I could smell and feel her wetness of her wonderfully trimmed pussy. Moving my head down to her pussy I gently licked her slit stopping to taste her sweetness, probing her clit with my tongue, just gently flicking and licking her clit. Occasionally moving away to concentrate on her lips, before long I could feel her pussy beginning to tighten and I knew she was about to cum. So I carefully placed my lips around her pussy, and started to suck away, in between each suck probing my tongue as deep into her as possible. She placed both her hands on my head and started to grind her hips into me, and then I felt her hips and grip tighten and I was feeling her hot cum on the end of my tongue. With my lips locked firmly around her pussy I drank as much cum as I could. Before I had to finally let go so I could breath. I kissed my way up from her belly and over her breasts as she wrapped her arms around me. I kissed and sucked her neck for a while before I moved my way up to her mouth. She kissed me passionately. She guided her hand down to my jeans and slowly undid my button and then my zip. She gently slid my jeans down to my ankles and then slowly removed my boxers to. I was now lying in my garden, with a naked Amara underneath my hard cock, and me rubbing against her wet pussy. She clenched both my ass cheeks and gently started to rock her hips against my cock, pulling me into her, my cock rubbing against her pussy but not inside her. She then slowly grabbed my cock with one hand and started to rub it up and down the shaft of my cock, giving me a better hand job then I had ever given myself, Each time there was to much friction she rubbed her hand against her wet pussy and then wiped her juices all over my hard cock, before long I was ready to cum, I whispered to Amara that I was ready to cum and she guided me into her pussy. "I want you to cum inside me, so give it to me hard now" she whispered with that I started to thrust my shaft in and out of her pussy, as she ground her hips against mine. Harder and faster was what she whispered in my ear and I was not going to disappoint her. With every thrust she moaned and gasped. Her moans were getting louder and it was turning me on. We were humping like rabbits and I was lasting a long time, even after I felt like I was going to explode. Then Amara took her long legs and wrapped them around my butt cheeks, pulling me tighter into her with every thrust. I came inside her almost as if I had pissed myself, stream after hot stream of my cum spurted into her, the thrusting stopped but her pussy was still sucking my cock. I collapsed in a heap on top of Amara, my head resting on her breasts as I gasped for air, both our bodies covered in sweat. Thank you for today" she whispered "The pleasure was all mine" I replied "Would you like to go out sometime Amara?" I asked "Sure, I would love to" she replied "Tomorrow at nine??? How about Dinner for two at my uncle's restaurant he love to have you??" I quizzed "It's a date! Oh and one other thing?" "What's that then?" I asked, "You have to book a hotel room for tomorrow too!" "Why?" I asked "I want you all to myself tomorrow, somewhere where it's me and you and nobody else" she whispered "I still owe you an orgasm, because I had two!" she laughed With that I gave her a kiss I grabbed her arm and pulled her close to me. I kissed her again this time more passionately. And then I whispered in her ear "I am falling head over heals for you" "Are you? Me too" she smiled Just then we heard the conductor say we'll be in France in one minute so we got up and showered together and put on some clothes on just as the train stopped at the station we exchanged numbers and went our different ways. I meet up with my uncle and we left the station and I told him that I'll be getting a hotel after all. The Train Ride He boarded the train, placing his briefcase at his feet, between his legs. He was taking a evening train; looking at his watch, he realized that it would be 9:35pm soon, and the train would be leaving. Closing his eyes, he tucked his train ticket in his jacket pocket and leaned back. He'd reach Baltimore after midnight, so he might as well get some sleep. He'd been awakened once, when the conductor asked for his train ticket, not long after the train pulled out of Penn Station. The seat next to his remained empty, as did the ones directly across from him on the other side of the aisle; the train itself seemed almost barren, with only a few people scattered about the car, most notably a young lady sitting diagonally across the aisle from him. She was a young redheaded woman, dressed in a dark skirt and white blouse. His gaze lingered on her for a moment; though just an ordinary looking woman, he thought that she was lovely, with a beautiful face and stunning red lips. As the conductor collected his last ticket and left the car, the lights were dimmed, and she became a silhouette against the moonlight that came in through her window. It was dark outside, of course, and he turned his attention from a woman he knew he'd never meet to longingly stare out the window. For a few minutes, he drowsily watched the bright lights of the city, and then the towns that they passed through. Soon, however, exhaustion gave way to the sights, and, as they started through what seemed to be a long stretch of just darkness, his eyes closed and he fell asleep once again. When he was roused again, the train car was dark, the only light that of the EXIT sign at the very end and the moonlight streaming in from the windows across from him. His first instinct was to look at his watch, but it was too dark to see the hands; he had to assume he'd been out for an hour at least, maybe more, and they had to be close to the various stops that would mark the end of the trip. He leaned back again, ready to close his eyes once more, when he noticed some motion where the young lady was sitting. With the moonlight coming in through the windows next to her, he could see her well; she looked slumped in her seat slightly, her bosom rising and falling steadily. She must be asleep, he thought, and again realized that she was, to him, pretty attractive. Her lips were slightly parted, her red hair bordered her face, with her bangs almost falling over her eyes. He felt a stirring in his slacks, and realized that it had been nearly two weeks since he'd had any sort of sexual contact with his girlfriend, or even with himself. All at once, the woman sitting across from him became a mosaic of all his fantasies, and he wondered if he could silently unzip himself and take care of his now-throbbing erection and all the urges that came with it. As he reached down to rub himself, to feel his silk boxers gently caress his hard cock, the woman across from him stirred, and he froze. He hadn't even come close to his zipper yet; surely she couldn't have heard him simply rubbing his slacks? He watched her now, as she moved slowly, deliberately, her hand sliding along the outside of her leg, and then curling to the inside of her thigh as she reached her skirt. He could barely see the white skin of her leg, but what he could see extended up to her hip; her skirt had ridden up above her thighs while her hand trailed over the insides of them, revealing to him either she wore no panties or something of a thong. Her skirt could be covering the sides of a thong, he thought, and his eyes were glued to her. Gently she touched, the movements of her hand almost invisible, as he was sure she was hoping, but he could see her making tiny circles on the inside of her thigh, moving further and further up her legs. She slumped further in her chair, and he could see her legs were parted; her skirt had fallen in between them now, covering her most intimate area. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips opened up a bit wider as her chest heaved more obviously now. He watched, fascinated at something he'd never seen before, moving his hand to the bulge in his slacks to rub slowly. His cock twitched in his boxers as the sensations grew stronger, and he stopped to stem the tide. Coming so quickly would ruin the moment and this was a moment he intended to savor, for he knew it would never happen again. Her hand had reached between her legs now, and she slowly moved the skirt that had covered the area, bunching it around her thighs. He longed to see her pussy, but the angle wouldn't allow it; instead, he could only watch as she spread her legs a little more in response to her touch. He could see her eyelids flutter and her lips open wider as her fingers must have found the spot she was looking for. Still moving deliberately now, she rubbed herself with two fingers, her wrist rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing. Her left hand, idle until now, found its way up to her chest, slipping into her blouse to fondle her breast. As two fingers surrounded and stroked her nipple, it hardened, and he could see the tiny ridge through the thin material of her blouse. As her arousal grew, she withdrew from her blouse, licking the very tip of her left index finger before bringing it down to join her other hand. Her pace quickened as she stroked her wet lips with her left hand, while her right made circles around her clitoris. When she moved a finger into her with her left hand, he almost lost it; the urge to grab his cock was almost uncontrollable, and he would have exploded in an instant. But she wasn't done yet, and he'd decided that he wouldn't finish before she did. He took a quick look around the train, but everything was as it had been: quiet. The train entered a tunnel - they were approaching their first stop! Undeterred, she continued; her eyes remained closed and for a moment he wondered if she was still sleeping. Her movements now were like still pictures - only her face and the top of her chest was illuminated for brief moments as they passed the lights of the tunnel every few seconds. He couldn't tell if she felt the urgency of the moment; he could almost hear her stifled moans though, and her breathing became obviously ragged (but no more so than someone perhaps taking a deep breath or even snoring). As the tunnel lights got closer and closer together, and they approached their stop - even the exit sign had begun to flash the name of the station - the stills became a moving image once again. Her hands moved in unison now, fingers penetrating while others stroked. Her body writhed and he knew she realized her time was short; her hands flew now, and his ears strained to hear her wetness. He'd forgotten all about touching himself now, totally immersed in her pleasure, wishing he could sit next to her and feel her heart beating and smell her excitement. A moment before the lights of the train car came on, her upper body tensed, her lips curled over her teeth, and her legs clamped down around her hands. She stopped breathing for a moment as he could see the waves and waves of her orgasm sweeping over her. Her fingers slowed and then stopped, slowly pulling away from between her thighs. As the lights fully illuminated the car, through quick breaths she fixed herself, pulling her skirt back down over her thighs, nearly covering her knees. He realized that his heart was beating quickly too, and his cock hurt from straining against his slacks. But the lights were on now, and he couldn't do any more than let out a deep breath as he drank in the look on her face - tired, but satisfied. He thought it was all over as the train slowed on its approach; he shifted in his seat, his rock-hard cock making even the slightest movement uncomfortable. Still, his eyes never left her face, as her breathing slowed back to normal. He watched as she brought a finger to her lips and ran it over them, sucking it gently, tasting herself. Mesmerized, he didn't avert his eyes as she stood up and smoothed her skirt down; as she turned, their eyes met, and a blush came to her face almost immediately as she realized he might have witnessed her self-ministrations. She lowered her eyelids, ashamed, then raised them again; a big smile crossed her lips as she looked at his crotch and the pup tent in his slacks. She brought her finger to her lips again, and sensually traced a little circle on her fingertip with her tongue. At that, he lost all control; surge exploded through his loins; his cock began to pulse and spasm, followed by a warm wetness covering his crotch, seeping through his boxers, making a dark stain at his crotch. As his own orgasm unexpectedly rocked him, he closed his eyes and listened to the roaring in his ears. When it was over, he knew he'd never had an orgasm like that one - he felt as if his orgasm had lasted forever. As he slowly opened his eyes, he realized that she was walking past his seat, her eyes glued to his crotch and the spreading wetness there. Looking up at her sheepishly, he wondered if she he should follow her. But she just smiled at him and licked her lips as she passed and exited the train, but never his memory. The Train Ride July The train station is full, combined heat from the days sunshine and all the body heat being generated by each person is torturous. Its Thursday, I finished late and its still packed and hot. I push my way into the train car just like I have done every day for 2 years. I look for a seat but because I was late leaving work all are taken, so I will have to stand which is no big deal cause the people usually pack in so tight you can actually sleep standing up if you are so inclined. I grab one of the Handles and take my place within the society which is packed like sardines into each train car. Its so Damn hot sweat is beading on my forehead and chest, I feel a droplet run down my spine and into the crack of my firm and into my lace panties. Large and small bodies pressed together like bread on a sandwich, everyone is taller than I so I am engulfed in a mass of hot flesh and pressed so hard I have difficulty breathing My left arm is pinned down against my side as the walls close in on me. The Train jerks Violently, lurching from a dead stop into high speed, I guess the operator must be trying to keep a schedule again, its common to be late because of all the people cramming themselves into the cars in an attempt to make it home. I am so tired, I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the people around me, the train as it skips across the rails hurtling down the track. I feel packed in and crushed, I try to meditate in an attempt to ignore the heat being emitted from all the other bodies around me, sweat is now pouring down my back and into the crack of my Ass and into my panties, the cleavage of my firm tits is full of salty water and a large wet spot has begun to form on my upper stomach area. My back is so wet now, I feel a huge mass behind me I can only Assume from the size it is a rather large man, his crotch is pressed tightly against the firmness of my Ass, I can feel the creases of his pants thru the material of my skirt. The train rocks the car from side to side, and everyone in it as well, I can feel a large bulge pressing into my hard Ass as It slips across the crack of it skipping, and then landing on the other side. I gasp! No fucking way is this guy doing this on purpose? The bulge is growing now, I look from left to right by slightly turning my neck but all I can see is directly to my front and either side, we are so tightly packed in I can't even turn my upper torso to look and scowl at this Asshole. I feel his Groin now Fully grinding hard against my Ass I am so upset, I close my eyes and try to ignore him, but the Large Protrusion is pressing deep into my ass. Suddenly I feel my skirt in the back lifting as I am pushed forward from both the motion of the train and this large person behind me pushing me. I feel the hot air rush upward and melt the sweat evaporating it into the atmosphere of the inner car. I clench my eyes tightly as I feel his Massive hand press against my Right Ass Cheek and squeeze. I gasp, and shudder simutainiously against his touch, my body becomes ridged as he probes deep into the crack of my ass sliding my laced panties aside to explore. I stand still and try to not acknowledge his touch or presence, His fingers slide easily along the gash of my Ass due to the wetness from my perspiration. His Fingers Brush against my Tight little Asshole which makes me suck air in thru my lips quickly and clench my Ass hole even tighter. He by passes my little rosebud and slides along the crease of my sopping wet Pussy. I can feel wetness running down the insides now on both thighs, as he pushes his fingers hard against my swelling flesh I squeeze my Cunt as tight as I can but without effect as I feel huge massive fingers push past the muscles and deep into my dripping gash. I can't breath now, I freeze and tighten my body even more as He slips all the way in, My eyes are clenched now and I feel my instincts taking over, I start to rhythmically clench and loosen my Pussy to feel the full effect of his invasion. Pussy Juice runs freely down the insides of my legs and drips onto the dirty floor of the car. I feel him slide a second finger into me causing me to have to catch my breath as I almost cum all over myself from the sudden rush. Fuck this was so fucking hot, He digs deeper as if he were mining for gold in the bowels of my womanhood. Suddenly I was pushed forward and I feel him dip downward and then A massive feeling of A huge fleshy object is pressed hard into me sliding all the way and bottoming out against my uterus. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming, this guys Cock is so fucking huge it nearly splits me in two. I feel the massive head swelling even larger inside the bowels of my gaping gash as Pussy juice freely drips and runs onto the floor between my legs. Through eyes aslit, I check the surroundings, no one knows what is happening to me, no one cares, everyone is in a daze, eyes forward or closed. I push backwards hard, meeting him full on jamming his thick cock deep into me, feeling the swollen head as it slams into the inner wall at the bottom of my pussy as he tries to slide the rest of it in but can't cause IM not deep enough to take all of his massive meat. His Huge Dick slides out and in very slowly as to not arouse the attention of any neighbors within the car around us, My fucking cunt is running now, I can feel it splashing against my ass as he slides his cock home banging into the bowels of my gash splashing juice all over the fucking place. Sweat pours off me, dripping onto the floor around me and onto the people near me, I feel him quicken his thrusts long and hard, deeper with every stroke of his Massive mushroom shaped tool. I clench my eyes hard as I shoot Cum all over the front of his pants, I hear it splashing onto the filthy floor beneath me, this sudden wetness makes him stiffen and I feel his cock Shudder and grow larger as I suddenly feel thick hot torrents of Cum splash against the walls at the bottom of my cunt. He stops, as Cum mixed with mine runs out onto the flesh of my Ass and the front of his pants, I feel him pull out of me ad my skirt drops down like nothing happened. I just stand there wondering, I close my eyes and wait for my stop, the sound of the car as it clangs along, the heat of the bodies around me, Cum runs down my legs like I pissed myself, I feel his Man goo thicken and harden on my inner thighs. I feel the train slowing, Then a sudden rush of fresh air and I am swept along and outward onto the landing outside, so many people I don't even look, I just walk onward as though nothing has happened. I make it home late, its dark by the time I slide the key into the lock of my front door. I slip inside and walk immediately to the bath room and draw a cool bath. I climb in and close my eyes as I wash the sticky filth from my body. I climb into bed, and drift off to sleep as though this happens everyday and it is just a part of life in the big city. The Train Ride (This story is real except for the names. It took place on September 1985. This is my first story ever and I hope you'll like it.) I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama west of Athens, packed my clothes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join a nice Dutch woman I met while sailing the Greek islands. It was going to be a long and boring train - ferry - train ride of about three days until I reach Maud in Amsterdam. I hadn't have sex in the last two weeks and was quite horny from the sea breeze and the Mediterranean sunny atmosphere. Sailing the Aegean Sea mostly in the nude and without a partner to put the fire off leaves one with charging sexual energy. Being sexually charged always radiates to where it is being expected. Sitting on the Greek train from Athens to Patras, I started to get horny and get a partial erection from the train movement that made my penis rub on my pants (too hot to wear underwear). Across the aisle there were sitting two young women in their early twenties who spoke German. I started a conversation with them and was immediately attracted to Erika who had a strong glitter in her eyes. I sensed sexual desire from her but couldn't do anything about it, but to tell myself that I missed another chance to explore the female sexuality. From the looks she gave me I could imagine she felt the same. From our conversation I understood we were taking the same ferry to Brindisi in Italy, where we were suppose to take the train to Milan, Where we suppose to change trains. They to Germany and me to Holland. When the train reached its destination, we found ourselves getting the tickets together to the ferry, going to the top deck to find a place to spread our sleeping bags to get some sleep during the night passage to Italy. To my disappointment the deck was lit up with strong deck projectors and was full with young backpackers going back home. Besides that, Monika, Erika's girlfriend was glued to her and it looked like it was impossible to get to talk to Erika alone and see if we can have something going on between us to spice up our common route. The three of us conversed till late. I was telling them on my sailing trip in Greece, which was mostly in the nude, and they told me about nude beaches they had visited and enjoyed tremendously. You should know that most people regard nude bathing in Germany as very natural, so we all didn't have any inhibitions talking about it. It was getting chilly, so the three of us kissed goodnight and entered our sleeping bags and after a while fell asleep. Next morning we woke up when the ship entered Brindisi harbor. After having a thorough customs check mostly for drugs, we went to buy our train tickets. We found out that we have a train ride together until I change in Bologna in the middle of the night. I thought to myself that there is no more chance to get to know Erika in the physical sense, so I tried to enjoy the company and make the most of it. We had early dinner together in a small Pizzeria and went to the train that was supposed to depart at 8 p.m. The train was extremely crowded, as it was early September and there were a lot of young Europeans going back home at the end of their summer vacation. We managed to find empty sits in a cabin of six with two triple sits facing each other. Erika found herself sitting beside me, and Monika took a seat on the opposite bench. In the cabin there was an Italian family of father, fat mother and their teen-age son. With the whistle blow the train started to gain speed and we were starting to move in our sits to the rhythm of the train. After about an hour of small talk in the cabin people went quiet with the monotony of the train movement, so I closed the sliding cabin door, took a blanket from my bag and turned the lights off. I positioned myself back near Erika, covered the two of us and made sure our bodies were touching each other. Without saying anything she put her head on my left shoulder making herself comfortable. Slowly, very slowly, in order not to attract any attention from the rest of the passengers, I slid my hand from my thigh to Erika's thigh and met her reassuring hand that led me to her pants' zipper. I opened the zipper slowly and felt the warmth of her soft hairy triangle through her panties. Erika moved slightly under the blanket to give more room and gripped with both hands my exploring hand as if she was telling me to listen to her guiding hands. I put all my senses into my exploring fingers and moved slowly to feel the meeting lines between her thighs and her Venus hill. There was already a wet spot in her panties. The train movement helped me gently massaging her hairy triangle while getting manual feedback from both her hands which where pressing my arm and releasing it whenever she wanted to change the rhythm of my hand movement. I felt it was time to dare a bit more as the rest of the passengers didn't seem to notice what was happening under the blanket. I slid my hand under her panties to continue my fleshy train ride and let my fingers feel the wetness that was dripping from her now swollen outer labia. My fingers where feeling each labia separately causing her fingernails to dig into my arm flesh and her love triangle to contract under my touch. I slid my middle finger along her love canal slit till I reached her anus were I was greeted by a strong anal contraction that felt like a welcome hug, followed by relaxation and another nail digging into my exploring arm. I closed my eyes and let myself imagining my eyes were at the tip of my fingers watching closely where I was treating my silent lover. I got all excited from the situation and was starting to get a real hard on that was pressing against my pants. Erika did not remain passive for long and started her own journey to my zipper, opening it and letting out almost unheard surprised gasp when she met my erect wand as there were no underwear to deal with. She gave me a little appreciating smile and started to massage my erect shaft. After having a short break to enjoy her treatment I returned to her engorged clit, massaging it gently like having endless turns in a round about with the traffic and against the traffic and never going to exit. I started to feel her tension building, so I moved away from her clit dipping my finger into her love canal sliding deeper till I felt her goddess spot and came to a rest. Her G spot was waiting to be caressed. She was reacting to my gentle massage by contracting and releasing her vaginal wall around my finger, synchronizing perfectly with my tiny little movements that were building her sexual energy another step higher towards an inevitable orgasm. All that while my horny shaft was being treated and cared for with respect and plenty of TLC as conditioned allowed. I was coming closer to my climax too, but was far behind her now almost rhythmic uncontrolled spasms that were getting more and more intense as were her finger nails that were digging into my exploring hand. I started to slow down my movements a little so she wouldn't explode and felt her reassuring grip of my finger by her love muscles telling me I was doing the right thing. A few minutes later she started to ride a "train" of tiny orgasms that I kept feeding with my finger. Her orgasmic trip was slowly getting more and more intense till I felt my finger was locked in place by her constant contractions and the look in her eyes told me she must be left to ride the wave by herself. I stopped moving my finger and stayed inside her respecting her silent wish. When she was starting to relax the cabin door was opened aggressively and the lights went on by the conductor who was asking impatiently for "billetti" (tickets) to be checked. With our pants still opened we searched under the blanket in our pockets and held out the tickets, dazzled by the lights like the rest of the cabin passengers, who woke up from their sleep. The conductor announced that we would arrive at Bologna Centrale in ten minutes where all passengers to Germany should step to the first eight wagons as the train will be separated and the wagon, which we were in, will continue to Milan. We harried to zip our pants trying to look inocent, hardly having any time to look into each other eyes to exchange some looks that would say thank you, or that we liked the small affair we shared together. Erika took a small piece of paper and gave me her address in Germany, while I was giving her mine in Holland, were I was supposed to stay. I didn't reach my orgasm and my shaft was still demanding, but not getting any treatment again. My next release was a big one with Maud in Holland, but this is another story. At the end of October I received a letter from Erika that started: "Sitting by the fire sipping from a glass of hot spicy wine I remember our train ride..." In the letter she invited me to visit her in Germany. I gave it a deep thought and was almost tempted to do that, but an inner voice told me some things are best for the time they happen and should be kept that way in order to maximize the experience. After sixteen years I think I was right, as the memories are still fresh like they happened today. Friday 20 April 2001. The Train Ride I met Jessica at a short course in creative writing over the summer and we hit it off immediately, like we had been buddies forever! We were alike enough in interests to bond well, although physically we were very different. She had shortish blonde hair that was perpetually messy, a beautiful tanned complexion without the hint of a freckle or blemish and amazingly long fingers, toes, arms and legs. Her high cheekbones and cheeky smile always made her face appear warm and inviting. While I was an identical 5 foot 5 inches, my hair was a bright natural red that I had grown long and wavy. I hated my pale and freckly skin and longed for her long limbs! I guess the only thing I wasn't jealous of when it came to Jessica was that I thought I had great tits, and although Jessica wasn't small chested, she couldn't quite match my D cup boobs! We were both halfway through our 19th year and had been out clubbing like we did most Saturday nights during that summer. Dressed in our clubbing gear; Jessica in a simple t-shirt, tartan skirt and black boots and me in my best, low cut, boob accentuating, short, tight, midnight blue dress with matching heels. We were dressed for the boys. We both lived miles out of the city so would take turns whose house we stayed at. It was my Saturday so we were riding the last train to the very outer suburbs where I still lived with my parents. Not unusually, halfway home we were the only 2 left in the carriage in the last train of the evening, sitting across from each other at the far end like always, chatting and giggling away about our night out, quite suitably drunk. 'I can't believe you didn't kiss that guy!' I exclaimed, 'he was hot! I would have been all over him!' 'What was stopping you Rachael?' Jessica teased, 'God, I don't think he even knew I existed.' I retorted, although I wished he had! He had only had eyes for Jessica and barely even said 'Boo!' to me. 'I was tempted, he was cute, but he reminded me of a guy I used to know.' 'Oh, by "know" do you mean "know" or "know"?' I enquired curious. 'Oh, you don't want to know!' laughed Jessica with her cheeky laugh that I loved. 'Go on, you can tell me.' I tried, 'You really wanna know?' 'I do now! Why so mysterious, mystery woman?' 'Gawd, because you'll think I'm a freak!' 'I already know you're a freak,' ' You'll think I'm even more of a freak than the freak you think I am!' 'Ok, keep it to yourself then,' I sighed in mock resignation. 'Ok, ok, but I warned you,' she gave in, 'He reminds me of a guy I knew, just knew mind you, that I may have dared to, um, I guess you might say "pleasure himself" in front of a few people one drunken night!' 'Oh My God!' I squealed. 'How the hell did that happen?' 'Gawd, I knew it would make me sound freaky!' 'Well, do tell.' 'Ok, ok, I'll give you the very quick version. I was at a party and this guy, who was a friend of a friend, was hanging around me all night and kinda annoying me. Anyway, at the end of the night a few of us were in a bedroom smoking a joint, and this guy flops his dick out! So I dared him to jerk it for us girls in the room and he did! It was wild! I'll never forget it.' 'So, then what happened!?' 'Well, that's it! Isn't that enough!? He was wanking and we were all watching in amazement. It was kinda hot to tell the truth. He was a hot guy with a nice big dick.' That's something else I loved about Jessica, she didn't mince words. 'Wow, that is insane. I don't know what I would have done if I had seen that.' I confessed, trying to picture the scene in my innocent mind. 'You would have reached out and grabbed it!' yelled Jessica, motioning like she was jerking a penis in mid air. 'No way, I would have run screaming and never turned back.' We both laughed over this for awhile, then as the laughter died down, Jessica said quietly, 'I did.' 'Did what?' I asked. 'Jerked it, she said, looking away embarrassed. 'I wanted to laugh, but held it in. I could see she wasn't being funny, so I stayed silent. I knew she was a bit of a wild child, but I didn't think she was the type to masturbate men she hardly knew in front of people at a party. 'See,' she said, looking out the window and pointing to herself, 'Freak!' 'So what,' I raspberried in an off hand way, 'so you pulled a guys dick at a party, it's not against the law!' She smiled at me and whispered, 'I gotta tell you, it's the most erotic thing I've ever done! Whew, you should have been there. Just thinking about it now, whew!' and she proceeded to fan her face with her hand. 'Gawd, don't get all sticky on me.' I laughed. 'Too late!' 'Ewww, whore!' 'You ever see anyone masturbate?' 'No way!' 'Anyone ever see you?' I blushed. 'No!' 'Oh my god! Someone sprung you masturbating! That's hilarious!' 'No way,' I tried, but I had been caught out. 'Who caught you?' 'No-one!' 'Your mum?' I looked away. 'Your dad?' she cracked up. I continued to ignore her. 'Your brother?' I flinched. 'Oh my god, your brother Ricky! That is gold!' I just put my head in my hands, 'If you ever tell anyone I will tell them you wank strange men at parties!' That shut her up a bit. The train pulled into a station and no-one got on. It was eerily quiet in that bright carriage, just the two of us, with the darkness outside. ' You'll never guess what he asked me.' Jessica dared cryptically out of the blue. 'Who asked you what?' I yielded, wondering where this was headed. 'The cute guy at the club.' 'I don't know, what did he ask you?' I sighed. 'He asked if your collar matched your cuffs.' 'What?' I asked naively, totally confused. 'If your collar matched your cuffs, haven't you heard that expression before?' 'I have no idea what you're talking about.' 'It means does your...' and she pointed to her head and her skirt. 'I don't get it.' 'He wanted to know if your pubic hair was red like the hair on your head fool!' 'Oh my god,' I blushed, 'he did not!?' 'Oh yes he did!' 'What did you tell him!?' 'I told him the truth of course.' 'No way, I can't believe you! So you told a complete stranger I have red pubes!?' I was mortified. I had always been embarrassed enough to grow up having bright red hair, but I was even more embarrassed about my exact same shade on my pubic hair when it had grown through. Jessica let out a huge laugh that she couldn't seem to stop, tears coming out her eyes as she fought to speak, seeing my anger and humiliation. 'No, no, no,' she gasped when she found her breath, still giggling, 'I told him I didn't know!' then after a short pause continued, 'But I do now.' God how dumb of me, how would she know, I had never told her (or anyone) and she certainly hadn't seen me naked. I blushed even more than I already was. Why was Jessica was being such a bitch to me? 'Come on, don't be mad, I'm sorry, I won't tell a living soul you dirty secret "Fanta Pants".' And with that she broke out into hysterics again. I kicked her and proceeded to stare out the window, waiting for her to compose herself. She must have felt she had gone too far, stopped laughing quite so heartily and reached out a hand, touching me on the arm. 'Don't be mad, he doesn't know and I don't care. In fact I'm impressed. I've never known anyone with red pubes before.' 'Yeah, well it's a curse. How would you like to have bright red pubes!?' "I'd love it! I think it's cool! So much more interesting than my brown bush.' 'Mmmmm.' 'Come on, show me, I wanna see 'em.' 'You must be high. It's bad enough you know about them, you ain't ever, ever goin' to see 'em!' 'Come on,' Jessica whined, ' I've never seen red pubes before. I wanna see.' 'Uh uh.' ' I'll show you mine?' 'I don't want to see yours.' I lied. 'Well fine, I don't just show anyone my pussy I'll have you know.' 'I should hope not you skanky ho!' 'Come on, seriously, show me, I won't laugh or anything, I'm genuinely curious.' Now she had me curious, not that I was going to show her my disgusting red pubes, but did she really want to see them or was she winding me up? ' I'll be your best friend,' she pleaded, 'come on, it's just us on the train, no-one else can see, I wanna see them, look I'll show you mine, it's no big deal!' And with that statement she stood up in front of me and lifted her red tartan skirt up at the front by the hem. I expected to see some underwear, but instead was greeted by her bare pussy, devoid of any hair what-so-ever! I was shocked, but at the same time couldn't look away. I had never seen any woman's vagina so close, and I certainly, in my innocence had never seen a completely bald one. 'See,' she said blasély, as she dropped he skirt and sat back down, 'now you have to show me.' ' I'm shocked, totally shocked!' I gasped when I could recover. Things were becoming weird and sexual and I didn't know quite where this was headed. Part of me felt excited that I was privy to something I would never had imagined I would be and another part of me felt a little out of my depth. I didn't know what to say or how to react to this situation. 'Fine,' huffed Jessica, 'I show you my vag and you're too chicken-shit to even show me, your friend, your pubes! What's the big mystery? They're just pubes Rachael.' I tried to compose my thoughts. Since meeting Jessica I had always felt a little jealous of her courage and forthrightness. She seemed to have so much confidence, which I lacked. I decided she was right, I was being chicken-shit. After all, it was just Jessica. What harm could it do to show my friend my pubic hair if she was so intent on seeing it? This was an opportunity to prove that I wasn't a prude in her eyes. 'Fine, if you're such a lezo and you want to ogle my bush, go ahead.' And with that I stood, trying to act as nonchalant and as casual as I could in the gently swaying train carriage while my heart pumped a million miles an hour. I hoped my fear didn't show on my face. Keeping my feet slightly apart to stop from falling over, I lifted the front of my dress with my left hand, revealing the front of my black g-string just a foot from a smiling Jessica's face. Then with my right hand I pulled the front of my underwear down to reveal my pubic mound to my friend. Blood was screaming in my ears, I felt a little sweaty and foolish, revealing myself to her. 'Wow,' Jessica gasped, 'That is soo cool! It's an exact colour match!' I pulled my underwear back up, released my skirt to its proper skirt hanging position and sat back down. 'Happy?' 'Yes. See, it wasn't so bad was it?' Sitting back down, I thought about her last question and realised it wasn't so bad. In fact, it was a bit of a thrill. I felt tingly and a bit naughty. We both laughed and the mood lightened. I found myself thinking about Jessica's completely bald vagina just under her skirt, with no underwear to cover it, only a thin covering of tartan blocking anyone from seeing her. I wondered how it felt for her, having her privates open to the atmosphere. Maybe I should try it. 'If I had red pubes I would never shave,' she stated, 'well, maybe not never...' 'How does it feel, to be shaved?' 'I love it, I could never go back, it's so smooth, and when you wear a skirt and nothing else you can feel the breeze blowing over your skin, it's so liberating, there's nothing like it.' 'Wow,' was all I could reply, what could I say? 'Try it, take your undies off, it's not the same if you aren't shaved, but it still feels good.' 'Maybe another time.' Jessica folded up her hands into her armpits and started silently imitating a chicken's wings flapping. This was ridiculous; I silently scolded myself for falling back into my prudish ways so quickly after just feeling the beginnings of liberation. I leant back on the train seat and lifted my bum off the cushion, then tucking both thumbs into my g I slid them off my hips and down my legs as quickly and with as much finesse as I could manage in the ridiculous situation I found myself in, finally leaning over, lifting my feet and removing them completely. Now finding myself sitting with my underwear in my hands, I suddenly realised I could smell myself and hoped to god that Jessica couldn't get a whiff of my arousal. I hadn't realised I was becoming a little turned on until then and desperately searched my stalled mind for a solution as to what to do with my very recently removed garment. My handbag was on the seat next to Jessica. The fastest option I could come up with, which didn't seem very cool, was to sit on them, which I promptly did. I held my breath and then as subtly as possible smelt the surrounding vicinity for any presence of my odour. It was still there, but if Jessica had caught wind of it she didn't betray it on her face. 'Well?' she asked. 'Mmm, doesn't feel so liberating,' I lied. 'You have to stand up and walk around.' 'Ok.' I stood up, feeling more than a little slutty and took a short stroll down the aisle. It did feel good, free, feeling a slight breeze flowing over my uncovered nether region. I turned and walked back, sitting back down where my underwear should have been. 'Hey, give them back.' 'Never!' laughed Jessica, 'You're going commando all the way home young lady, just like me.' The train started slowing down and I realised we were pulling into a station and I suddenly hoped fearfully that no-one would get on. I had stated to get comfortable with this vagina show and tell, that reality hit me when I realised it wasn't just Jessica and I that might be in the carriage for the rest of the journey. As the train rolled into the station we both looked out the window to see a lone figure standing on the platform, a tall Mediterranean looking guy that looked like he was in his early 20s. Of course when the train stopped he lined up perfectly with the door at the other end of our carriage and proceeded to open the doors and board. He looked down the aisle at us staring back at him, nodded, ignored us and sat down at the very other end. I had my back to him, facing Jessica as I was, so I turned away. Jessica however had an unobstructed view and mouthed the word 'hot!' to me. I smiled and nodded my agreement. He was certainly hot from the glance I had managed to soak in. tall with short cropped black hair, stubble, chiselled jaw, good body. Nice. I was somewhat also relieved that this would put the breaks on our naughty games and we could settle down a bit. However, looking at Jessica I could see a devilish gleam in her eyes and I knew things were far from over. She was worked up now and saw this good looking stranger as new meat for her wild ways. I had a sinking feeling. Then, as if in slow motion, I saw here hold my underwear up and flap it in a little promiscuous wave towards the stranger at the far end I had my back to. I froze and then in a panic lunged at them to try and get them back from her. She was too fast for me and held them behind her back. Mortified I pleaded with her silently with my face and eyes not to do it again, mouthing the word 'don't'. But Jessica was suddenly having too much fun with her little game, especially now she had 2 people to goad. 'Please?' I hissed. 'Ok, ok.' She whispered back to me. I put my hand out for my underwear and she made to give it back to me, but at the last minute laughed and waved them again at the hot guy. I gave her my most angry death stare, but saw her smile suddenly disappear, replaced by a look of amused surprise, looking past me, then at me intently as she said matter-of-factly 'He's coming down.' I spun my head around to see the hot guy, dressed simply in a tight white t-shirt and faded blue jeans swaggering down the aisle towards us. Jessica was laughing behind her hand (the one without the underwear thank god!) and said simply 'Whoops.' 'Hello ladies,' he greeted us, in a slight Latin accent. We both responded meekly, 'Hello,' both of us momentarily stunned. Jessica had fortunately had the presence of mind to hide my black thong underneath her. 'How are you both tonight?' he continued, standing at the end of our seats, smiling down upon us with perfect white teeth. 'Good,' we chimed together, both lost for words. 'What are you ladies up to this evening?' 'Nothing,' I said, 'Nothing,' echoed Jessica. 'Oh,' he replied, 'then I must be going mad. I thought you were waving panties at me,' 'Oh, that,' responded Jessica, 'they're hers, she wanted me to get your attention.' 'Don't listen to her! She's crazy,' I countered, backed into a corner and staring daggers at Jessica. I felt nervous and sweaty and prayed she didn't reveal my underwear to this stranger. 'Oh,' he said again, raising his eyebrows, 'so she was not waving your panties at me? You certainly got my attention.' 'They're hers,' stated Jessica. 'They most certainly are not,' I said, looking for a way out, 'they are my crazy friends and she said she wanted you to come over because she thought you were hot!' Now he arched his eyebrows in Jessica's direction. 'They are in fact hers,' said Jessica, 'and she said you could take them home and keep them!' and with that she pulled out my undies and held them out to him. Horrified I mad a grab for them and this time managed to get them back before he had a chance to take them. 'Oh,' he breathed knowingly, 'so they are your panties. This is very interesting. Why does your friend have your panties?' I didn't have an answer I was willing to share with him, certainly not the truth, but no credible lie presented itself to me. There was no sane reason for Jessica to have my underwear. I sat staring at him in stunned silence as he looked at me with an amused grin, like this situation happened to him every day. 'Well, I am glad they have been returned to their rightful owner,' he said with a warm smile. I saw a way to get even with Jessica and took it. 'Yes, well some of us like to wear underwear!' I said, looking at Jessica. She simply looked at me, caught out at her own game. She looked calm but I could tell she hadn't expected this to turn around on her. The hot stranger then turned his attention back to Jessica which gave me some relief and time to sit on my g, hoping they would be out of sight and out of mind and no longer a topic of conversation. 'So, is this true, you do not wear panties?' Now Jessica didn't have an answer, so I answered for her. 'It certainly is true.' 'So tell me ladies, why is this so, this lack of underwear?' Jessica obviously saw this as an opportunity to get one back on me. 'My friend wanted to compare pussies to see whose is best.' 'Oh my god!' I said out loud. I thought the statement was appropriate after what had just come out of my so-called-friend's mouth. 'Hah, I see,' continued the tall stranger, as if she had just told him the weather, 'it all makes sense now, I see, I see.' 'So, may I ask you young ladies, what was the conclusion of this research you were undertaking?' I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the scene. 'Whatever do you mean?' asked Jessica. 'Well, which of you is the winner of this pussy contest?' 'Oh,' exclaimed Jessica, 'There was no winner.' 'Oh, that is very sad,' he replied in mock sorrow, 'I would hope that there would be a winner. Maybe you need, an impartial judge? Someone not involved in the contest to referee?' 'Do you think so?' teased Jessica. 'Oh my, yes, definitely.' 'And who would we get to judge them?' 'Oh. That is a very difficult question miss, it must be someone with an objective opinion. Let me this, who could we get to judge...?' he said and he put his finger to his chin, tapped it and made a show of thinking deeply. The Train Ride I sat and watch this flirtatious exchange, dreading where this was heading. How did I get into this situation, talking about our groins with a complete stranger on a train? 'Perhaps I may be of some assistance?' he beamed. 'Oh, we couldn't possible ask you, it would be too much trouble.' Jessica was in her element now and she was giving as good as she got. My concern was how far that would go. I knew she had a wild streak but I didn't think she would actually be willing to show this complete stranger her privates. 'Oh, no, it would be no trouble at all.' Then my fear was realised, Jessica flapped her skirt up revealing her perfectly shaved pussy, and then just as quickly flapped it back down. 'Well Romeo, what do you think?' The stranger was calm and collected, and simply said 'I think it is very nice, very beautiful.' Then he looked me in the eye, saying nothing. Jessica looked at me also, daring me with her eyes and her triumphant smile. This was all too much. I couldn't possibly show my pussy to this guy, could I? Part of me was thrilled and my internal voice was saying 'just do it' while my body was frozen in shock. I was trapped. I simply shook my head slowly from side to side at them both. 'My friend is shy.' 'Yes, I can see she is.' It must have been the alcohol or the charged situation or the thought of never living down being a prude, but suddenly my inhibitions left me, and with a quick 'Fine!' I quickly lifted the front of my dress, holding my legs firmly together, to flash a quick peek of my bare pubic region. Then I put my hands over my face and did my best to hide and not see the repercussions of my actions. What was I letting myself in for? 'Oh, see, she is not so shy as you think,' the stranger said from the other side of my hands. 'So, Romeo, who's the winner?' 'Very difficult, very difficult, I think I must give you both a score of 7 out of 10.' '7!' exclaimed Jessica. '7! That's outrageous!' 'Well, I only had a very quick look, so I am afraid that is all I can award you.' Take another look, I'm at least an 8!' I looked through my fingers to see Jessica again lifting her skirt and revealing herself. 'Oh yes, I see, I see, okay you are now an 8.' 'Thank you,' said Jessica with a smile. I suddenly felt indignant for being beaten in this ridiculous contest and let them both know. 'How can you change her score from 7 to 8!?' 'On re-inspection I think she deserved a slightly better score, perhaps if I could judge you again?' I thought I saw a way out of this madness that would allow me to save face. 'And why exactly should I show you again. You saw enough didn't you? After all, what do I get to see?' Unfortunately my ill conceived bluff backfired horribly. 'Of course you are correct, how rude of me.' And with that, Romeo (which I now thought of him) casually unclasped his belt buckle, undid his fly and pulled out his large limp penis. He then proceed to stand in the exact same pose he was in, supporting himself with one arm holding the seat, legs crossed, leaning slightly on the weight of his supporting arm, except with a huge penis hanging from the front of his pants. 'Is that better?' Things were definitely going to crazy town now. Jessica laughed into her hands opposite me, string blatantly at the new object. Romeo stood casually looking at me with a small grin. I was getting sexually charged despite my best efforts not to think any erotic thought. He had called my bluff, and somehow I wondered if I didn't want him to show us his manhood all along. I was on the roller-coaster and I didn't want to get off just yet. I was excited! Things like this never happened to me. 'Ok, but I had better get a better score,' I said and lifted my dress again. 'Oh, yes, yes, I think I was wrong on first glance, you are an 8 also.' Satisfied I smoothed me dress back down over my legs. 'That's not fair,' said Jessica, 'annoyed she had lost her winning position, 'There has to be a winner!' 'Well, ladies, it is very difficult when it comes to women,' Romeo said seriously, 'you see, it is not just seeing that matters. It is so much more. Like a beautiful flower, we do not pick it simply to look, no? We also appreciate the perfume. So it is for women. There is much more to women than simply form, no? There are all of the senses.' 'Close your eyes,' Jessica instructed Romeo. Romeo obeyed by putting his hand over his eyes, penis still rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the train. If I was shocked before, I was doubly so now. Jessica spread her legs slightly, ran her right index finger up between her pussy lips, which while I stared, could see were slightly more engorged and pink. As she ran her finger between her pussy lips, in that one second it took, I saw the inner pink folds of her vagina and could see that she was slightly wet. This in turn, to my complete surprise, aroused me instantly, the intimacy of her finger running up inside her pussy lips, her pink folds. Then the instant was over. She stood and presented her finger under Romeo's nose. 'Ok, now tell me my score?' With his hand still over his eyes, Romeo inhaled deeply, let out a satisfied sigh, and simply stated '9.' Romeo appeared calm but I could see his flaccid penis start to grow and rise, becoming semi erect and this turned me on even more. I could feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter and I could smell both Jessica and myself in the air. The atmosphere was a sexual soup! Feeling horny, drunk and competitive, I yelled out, a little too loudly, 'Wait!' Spreading my legs slightly, I put my hand under my skirt and placed my finger as far at the bottom of my lips as I could, then pushing it between my hot and wet lips, ran it up to my clitoris, sending a shiver from my groin up to my heart and head. I had to stifle a small moan when I reached my hard clitoris as an electric shock hit me. I was horny as hell. Composing myself, I stood and held my finger under Romeo's nose as Jessica looked from me to Romeo's semi erect cock. 'Ah,' sighed Romeo, 'you also are 9 out of 10. Beautiful, both of you.' I sat back down, trying not to breathe too heavily. I looked at Jessica and she looked like I felt, mouth slightly open, eyes slightly hooded, cheeks flushed. We smiled blissful at each other. I noticed Romeos dick stiffen further. It was now pointing up and had grown fat and long. I couldn't help but stare lustfully at it. 'So now we are both even on 9.' Jessica sighed, smiling. 'Yes, I am afraid it is true,' stated Romeo, then after a pause, 'however, there is another way we may break the deadlock. The women are not just similar to flowers as I first said. They are also ripe like fruit, no? And just as the fruit, it is not only the pleasure we gain from the aroma, it is also the taste we yearn for.' Both Jessica and I looked from Romeo's erect cock to his smiling eyes, and without further words needed, Jessica, in a state of heightened arousal, held out her hand to Romeo, and very slowly opened here thighs to reveal here bald wet pussy to him. He took her hand, calmly knelt between her thighs and preceded to plant small kisses up her legs. I watched on in excitement, in another world, feeling the heat and need grow in my own groin watching this lewd public act of wanton sexual adventure. Knowing what was about to happen. I held my breath, waiting for the moment. Jessica suddenly moaned when Romeo's tongue reached her sex, lifting her head back, spreading her legs wide and grabbing Romeo's hair, pulling his face into her. I felt a powerful urge to spread my own legs and start touching myself but still possessed my last iota of willpower and resisted. I instead watched in fascination as Romeo knelt between my friend's legs, eating her out, with Jessica panting and moaning in pleasure, too far gone to stop the sexual roller-coaster. She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling broadly, as her free left hand crept over her breast, tweaking her hard nipples that were now apparent even under her tight white t-shirt and bra. I could smell the sex and hear the quiet slurping coming from her pussy as Romeo feasted on her. I saw here hips convulse with passion. I saw her breasts being massaged roughly under her palm and fingers and she revelled in her public sexual bliss. It was too much. I felt the juice run in my own pussy as it burned for attention. 'Mmmm, show me...' moaned Jessica looking directly between my legs, and that was the trigger that sent the signal from my brain to my legs to open. As my legs spread open, revealing my pussy to Jessica's hungry eyes, she moaned louder. 'Show me your breasts' I heard my voice say as my fingers played up and down my bare thighs. I couldn't even remember forming the words, they came from my mouth of their own accord, but as I heard them I realised that was what I wanted right now, to see her play with her naked tits. Jessica used both hands now to pull her t-shirt and bra up over her breasts, showing me her perfect tits, which she proceed to play with, rubbing and tweaking her nipples. They were very pale in contrast to her tanned skin, and her nipples were pink much like my own. Her breasts moved deliciously under her massaging hands and her nipples poked out at me teasingly through her fingertips as she squeezed and rolled them about. My right and found my drenched vagina lips and it was my turn to moan with pleasure. I started attacking my clit with vigour, as electric shocks exploded from my pussy. I felt I was on the verge of orgasm as soon as I started masturbating in front of my delighted friend, and we fed off each others sexual energy. Jessica held her hands out to me, and as if in a dream I took them, not caring that they were both now covered in my sexual juices, not caring about anything. She guided me over to the seat next to her, and then taking my face in her hands, I let her guide my head to her chest. I knew what she wanted, and my mouth latched onto her left nipple. I sucked it into my lips and flicked my tongue over it. This sent Jessica into moans of pleasure. 'Fuck, yes! Yes! Yes! God yes, Fuck!' She groaned as she clutched my hair, forcing my head over her breasts. I knew she was coming hard. Then I felt Romeo's head between my own legs, and as his tongue hit my clitoris I started building up to my own climax. He flicked his tongue over my clit and I felt a finger enter me. It was heaven, it was sex as I had never known it, fast, dirty, slutty and I couldn't get enough. I heard my own moans, 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' and felt Jessica's hands on my breast, pulling the straps of my dress down my shoulders, sucking on my aching nipples. The pleasure kept coming, building. Then, with Romeo's tongue on my clit, his finger pumping into my cunt and Jessica feasting on my tits, my orgasm hit like a locomotive. I started thrashing about holding both their heads. 'God yes!' I chanted over and over as my climax flooded from my cunt and tits over my whole body. I pulled Romeo's head from my pussy and let the waves of pleasure wash over me, feeling his finger slowly push in and out of my quivering hole. Feeling my cunt muscles clench and unclench around them as I came down from my magnificent high. I came down, legs spread, dress around my stomach covering nothing of my nudity, sweating and panting, to see a them both looking at me smiling, Romeo with both our juices all over his face, Jessica with her clothes in a similar state to mine. Breasts bared. 'Whew!' was all I could manage. 'Now I think you both deserve a 10,' Romeo said, wiping our cum from his face and chin. 'Thank you Romeo,' said Jessica, and I felt I should follow with my own thanks. 'Thanks you.' Jessica and I started arranging our clothing into a more respectable manner, I pulled my tight dress back over my exposed breast and down over my bum as Jessica rearranged her bra over her beautiful tits and pulled her t-shirt down. When our clothing was arranged suitably, we both started laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Jessica's make-up needed a touch up, and I assumed I was in a similar state. 'Thank you,' said Romeo, as he tried to tuck his still erect dick into his pants and do up his fly. It didn't look too comfortable. We all felt the train start to slow as it approached the next station. 'Oh,' said Romeo, 'I should warn you that my wife is getting on at this station.' 'Your wife!?' exclaimed Jessica, as we both became suddenly fearful. 'Oh, do not worry, we have an understanding about these things, it is no problem, but please, do not lie to her. She will get very angry if you lie, okay?' Before any of us could move or protest any further, the train came to a stop. Jessica and I frantically willed ourselves to look less like we had just been having a sexual encounter with this married Romeo, attending to our hair. Romeo's tall, beautiful wife entered the carriage like she was stepping into a French film noir. She was wearing a beret and long trench coat and stepped toward us in high black stiletto boots, walking very elegantly and purposefully. Her long straight black hair shone and was pulled back tightly into a simple pony tail, not a hair out of place. She wore bright red lipstick and dark eye shadow. She seemed then like the most stunning woman I had ever seen. Jessica and I had arranged ourselves as best we could and hoped we didn't look too trashy, sitting next to each other facing Romeo's advancing wife from his rear, he having arranged himself into a casually seated position by the window opposite us. He now stood to greet his wife. 'Lydia, mi amore, please, sit with us. These are some lovely young ladies I was just chatting to while I waited for you.' They both sat, as Lydia sized us up with her green eyes. 'You must introduce me,' said Lydia in a slightly French accent, holding out her hand to us. Realising Romeo didn't know our names, I was fast enough to introduce myself, 'Rachael,' taking her hand in my luckily mostly dry one. Jessica did likewise. 'Enchanté,' she replied to us both in turn. I felt nervous but tried to remain calm, I could see Romeo still had a huge erection inside his jeans and hoped his wife hadn't noticed. I was still recovering from what had just happened and wondering what was going to happen next. The aroma of sex was still in the air around us. I was very wrong about her not noticing Romeo's excitement. 'So,' she addressed Romeo, 'what 'have you been talking about? Something very exciting from the look of you,' and with that she placed her hand on his lap and started stroking his dick through his pants. 'These lovely ladies were asking me to help them with their competition.' 'Oh?' asked Lydia, still casually stroking and looking at Jessica and I, 'and what competition would that be?' 'They asked if I would compare their pussies.' 'Oh? And did you decide a winner my love?' 'In the end it was a dead heat,' replied Romeo, looking at Lydia lovingly. 'My husband is such a gentleman, no?' declared Lydia, 'perhaps they need a woman's opinion? Yes?' 'Perhaps,' was all Romeo replied. 'Well?' Lydia asked us, looking from Jessica to me, 'would you like my opinion?' 'That's ok,' said Jessica demurely. I stayed silent, not knowing how to respond to this strange twist. Did she really want to see our pussies too? 'Oh, but it is no trouble at all my dears, I assure you, and by the look of you I think my husband was doing more than just looking, no?' We both stayed silent. 'Did they let you taste their sweet nectar José?' Lydia asked her husband directly, looking him straight in the eye. 'Yes, they did my love.' 'Well they should be very honoured, I always tell you that you are the best cunt-eater, do I not?' 'Yes my love.' 'Now my little angels, why don't you show Lydia what all this is about,' she said to us. Neither of us moved. I felt trapped. I didn't want to show her anything. I felt as though she was playing with us, as a cat plays with a mouse, teasing us. 'It is okay,' encouraged Romeo, or should I say José. 'I will give you my honest opinion,' added Lydia. Jessica, of course, was the first to act, possibly still fuelled by her earlier sexual energy. She lifted the front of her skirt. 'Very nice,' commented Lydia matter-of-factly and then turned to me. What the hell I thought. I had come this far, I was ready to take this to its illogical conclusion. I dutifully lifted the front of my dress to reveal myself. Lydia looked from one pussy to the other, seemingly weighing her opinion. Then, leaning forward, she placed her hands of Jessica's knees and slowly spread her legs. Jessica didn't resist. She took a good long look, hummed 'Mmmmmm,' then turned slightly and did the same to me. I felt her soft hands rest on my knees and didn't resist as she gently peeled my legs apart. Both she and José stared from one recently licked vagina to the other. Again I felt like a total slut and totally turned on. 'And did you show them your penis José?' Lydia asked, turning back to her husband. 'Yes my love.' 'And what did you rate my husband's manhood?' she asked Jessica. 'Um, we, um, didn't,' Jessica stammered, legs still apart, pussy still on show, suddenly very submissive. The game had turned on her and she was now totally out of her depth. 'And you?' she asked me suddenly. 'I didn't either,' I replied meekly, blushing horribly, my cheeks burning. 'Shame, shame! Show them again José so they can give you their opinion. José dutifully unclasped his belt and undid his fly, pulling out his semi-erect cock. 'Well?' Lydia asked us both, looking at each of us in turn, demanding. 'Um, 8?' ventured Jessica. 'Yeah, um, 8,' I agreed. Lydia leant forward, and taking our right hands, mine in her left and Jessica's in her right, gently, in turn, ran my fingers and then Jessica's gently up the underside of her husband's penis, making the tips of our fingers stroke his dick from the base of his balls to the tip. I could see a drop of pre-cum at the eye of his meat as his dick twitched from the sensation. 'Rachael,' Lydia addressed me seriously as I stared at José's tick shaft, lost in the moment again, 'I am going to ask you a favour. Do not think too much about it. You must either do it or not, but since my husband was so kind as to give you so much pleasure with his mouth, and since you have caused him to be in such a state, I think you should return the favour, no? So please, my angel, will you suck my beautiful husband José's magnificent penis for us.' José and Lydia were looking at me with lust in their eyes. I turned to Jessica for aid, but she returned a look of total lust also, her eyes pleading with me to do it. Then suddenly I knew I was going to do it. I was going to give José a blowjob in front of Jessica and Lydia, and I knew I was going to enjoy it, enjoy being watched, enjoy José's cock in my mouth, enjoy the feeling of being a total slut. I wanted him. I wanted to lick that shaft and feel his pleasure as I licked and sucked and stroked him. So taking Lydia's advice, I thought no more about it. I simply knelt down between José's legs. Then I slowly licked up the base of his massive shaft. When I got to the tip of his dick, I flicked my tongue a couple of times around it and swallowed him into my mouth, moaning as I did so. His dick twitched and stiffened and I heard him let out a long sigh as he stroked my hair. My hand came up and gently squeezed his balls as I concentrated on giving him the best blowjob I could manage. His dick felt amazing in my mouth and I could taste his salty pre-cum. As I started getting into a rhythm, I listened to Lydia and Jessica and turned my head as best I could to see what they were doing. I could only see Lydia clearly; Jessica was a blur in my peripheral vision. Both were looking at my performance as they talked. The Train Ride 'Jessica,' 'Yes Lydia,' replied Jessica in a trance. 'You must also do something for me.' 'Yes,' still staring at me. 'Undo this belt,' 'Yes,' I saw Jessica lean forward and undo the belt of Lydia's trench coat with shaky hands, looking from it to me as I blew José. José simply leaned back and enjoyed my sucking and stroking his dick and balls, moaning softly. When the belt was undone, Lydia instructed Jessica to open her trench coat, which Jessica obeyed. Then, from my position kneeling on the floor, I saw her open her legs to reveal she was completely naked underneath. Her body was amazing. Evenly tanned all over without a blemish or tan lines. Her medium breasts defied gravity and were round and perky, with small brown perfect nipples pointing upwards. Her body was amazing, long legs, tight stomach, beautiful tone and not an ounce of fat. She looked unbelievably sexy in just her coat and boots. She had the body of a model (or a porn actress). 'Jessica, kneel in front of me.' Jessica silently obliged, lost in a trance. 'What score would you give my pussy Jessica?' '10.' José and I both watched in fascination as I devoured his dick, trying to get it as far down my throat as possible without gagging while also trying to watch the scene playing out before us. My pussy tingled with lust. 'Do you want to touch it?' 'Yes.' Lydia took Jessica's hand in hers and brushed her fingertips over her pussy. She had jet black short cropped pubic hair shaved into a thin landing strip and her pussy looked amazing. I was mesmerised and had to force myself to concentrate on my work. 'Mmmm, do you want to taste my pussy Jessica?' 'Yes.' Lydia took Jessica's face in both hands tenderly and brought it slowly into her lap. Then she started to moan softly, almost purring, as Jessica started lapping away at her pussy. Then José and Lydia, both being nicely serviced, leant in towards each other and French kissed long and passionately while Jessica and I worked between their legs. I could see their tongues entangling between their lips as they kissed and it drove me even crazier with lust. I sped up my pace on José's dick and he moaned louder. I sucked hard and bobbed my head up and down on José's shaft while stroking his dick faster. I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth. I could hear the slurping as Jessica gave head to Lydia. Then I felt José's balls start to contract and I knew I was about to get my reward. Lydia started moaning loudly and I started moaning into José's dick as I stroked his shaft to orgasm. José leaned forward, and just before he came I felt him lift my dress, revealing my naked arse. Then as he came in my mouth he spanked my arse with a loud slap that sounded like a gunshot going off in the carriage. That sent me to the brink of orgasm, and moments latter, as his cum filled my mouth and I tried to swallow every drop without choking, I felt his finger enter my wet hole and I exploded into orgasm, my body convulsing as I drank from José's exploding dick. As I recovered and sat up, swallowing the last of my mouthful of cum, I opened my eyes to see Jessica now on top of Lydia. They were kissing passionately, both moaning their pleasure, and both with their fingers in each other, fucking each other to orgasm. They exploded together in cursing and screaming, wiping each other's cum all over their bodies and they pawed one another. I sat back down and once again arranged my clothing over my sweaty skin, still feeling the slap on my rear in the outline of José's hand. Jessica collapsed along side me with a satisfied sigh, then, catching me off guard, leant in to me and kissed my lips tenderly. I was initially shocked, but yielded. I felt her warm wet lips touch mine and could smell Lydia's cum on her face. Then her tongue entered my mouth and we held each other and kissed passionately. I'd never kissed a woman and now pondered why as I luxuriated in her erotic embrace. Her lips and tongue were soft and tender. She kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine and her hands came up to touch my breasts. I was lost in her kisses and caresses and never wanted to come back from this heaven. Her hands were tweaking my nipples through my dress and she kissed my lips and bit my neck. Eventually we broke apart. José and Lydia, now dressed, were holding hands watching us. José's big cock was safely in his pants and Lydia looked as she had when she had boarded; not a hair out of place. They simply smiled their knowing smiles at us and we stared back like grinning idiots, still high on sex. The train slowed and pulled into the final station. End of the line. As it stopped, wordlessly we all stood and made an orderly exit, single file, José holding Lydia's hand, Lydia holding Jessica's and Jessica holding mine. It had been quite a train journey.